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#44 ↣ "You Little Shit... "

Calum:

You, Calum and both your mothers were out, helping you two shop for prom this weekend. “We already chose the color lavender, so something purple related. As you two shopped around the mall, you noticed Calum was a bit off. “You okay?” You asked, rubbing his lower back as he nodded, his hands traveling down to your bum, smacking it once. “Just horny.” You hit his bum and went to your mothers, as they were looking at shoes for you. “Calum, do you like this?” Calum groaned as you dragged him to another pair of shoes. He grabbed you, forcefully putting his lips on yours. You pushed him off, laughing. “Wait until later, you little shit.”

Ashton:

You and Ashton were house hunting, ready to start your new married life together. You could tell Ashton was horny, by the way he kept trying to hid his obvious boner all day. “And this would be the master bedroom.” The woman said, as you entered Ashton pulled you against his crotch, you feeling the bulge. “You really shouldn’t wear that low cut shirt baby.” He whispered, you hit his chest as the woman began surveying the room, telling you two about it. As you two went in the bathroom, Ashton grabbed you from behind, slowly rocking his hips into yours. You lightly moaned and she turned, making a face. “You alright, Mrs. Irwin?” You nodded, kicking Ashton’s leg as he laughed. “Your such a little shit.”

Luke:

Luke’s hand caressed your thigh as his mother sent question after question to you. She was surprised that you were 18, already in college and working on getting a job in nursing. “Luke needs someone like you. To know what you want and to keep this baby grounded.” You giggled as Luke’s face turned red. You were about to put another bite of pasta in your mouth, when Luke flipped your dress up. You dropped your fork, the room quiet as everyone looked at you. “It’s just so good I dropped my fork. They all laughed as you shot Luke a look, his index finger swirled around your clit when you smacked his hand, his brother smirking at you two. “Stop it, you little shit.”

Michael:

Here it was. The day you were dreading more then the day Michael has to go back on tour. It was finally the day Michael was meeting your parents for the first time. He was a nervous wreck, pulling at his tie the whole car ride. “Mike, chill.” You said, rubbing his back as you two walked towards the entrance. The dinner started off great, until your dad started to question Michael. His hand squeezed your upper thigh to signal he was nervous. “So, what do you plan to do after the band ends?” As Michael was answering, you gasped, dropping your fork as his finger slipped under your panties. You shot a glance at him as he smirked, drinking his water. “You little shit.”