Anonymous said: 4/4 walk in on you playing with your self
Luke - You were in the shower, your leg propped up on the side of the tub while the warm water sprayed at your center, tickling your most private areas in the most divine way. It had been a long day, and even though you knew Luke would be home soon, you couldn’t wait. Your fingers trailed down your body and softly grazed at your clit, and you leaned your head back, sighing. It wasn’t like his touch, but it would have to do until he got home- ”Shit, Y/N?”
Your neck snapped back down and your foot slipped off the side. Luke had his head poked around the curtain with an adorable look on his face - he was confused, turned on and embarrassed all at the same time. His bright eyes were wide with curiosity, his hair sticking up in every direction. You couldn’t speak, your cheeks burning a bright red while you turned the water off and stared at him. “Luke? What are you doing-“
"I heard the water running and decided to join you," he muttered, pulling the curtain back completely to reveal his naked body. "Guess you don’t really need my help then?"
His smirk was the cheekiest thing you’d ever seen, and soon you were grabbing him by the arms and yanking him into the shower, turning on the water and kissing him hard against the wall. “That was the hottest thing ever,” he murmured against your lips.
Ashton - He bought you the small pink vibrator as a valentine’s present, one of the many ways he liked to show you how much he loved you. He exact words had been, “I don’t want you missing out on some fantastic O’s while I’m away on tour, babe.” It had been two weeks since you’d seen him last and you were frustrated, holding out on touching yourself because you felt guilty. But after watching him and the boys do an interview, you couldn’t help but lust after those fantastic arms, his crazy smile - you needed release.
Sprawled out, nude from the lower half on your bed with the pink vibrator buzzing between your fingertips. You pressed it against your clit and hissed, thrusting your hips up as though it were Ashton himself touching you. You dragged the toy up and down your slit before finally settling on your clit, rubbing in soft motions while the vibrations sent shocks of pleasure through your body. You had your eyes closed and your head back in the pillows, sighing and moaning Ashton’s name when the door was pushed open and Ashton stood there with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
"Fuck," you groaned out, both in surprise and pleasure as the vibrator slipped. Ashton’s face held a look of pure amusement, his dimples shining while he grinned at you.
"You’re using the present I got you." he said, dropping the bag and crawling onto the bed, his curls flopping in front of his eyes. "How about I help you out instead, princess?"
Calum - The boy had you frustrated, but what else was knew? You were watching him practice his bass for rehearsal, his arms looking ravenous in his black muscle tee while he plucked away at the cords and bit his lip in concentration. It was that image in your mind when you ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you without even caring that you were in a public arena, not even remembering to lock the door behind you. The sounds of Calum’s bass radiated off the walls while you leaned against the single counter, parting your knees slightly and shoving a hand into your panties. You were soaking because of him, the boy in the band that you worked for, and this was the best you could do as of right now.
"Shit, Calum," you hissed to yourself, imaging your fingers were his own, working your clit and spreading your wetness around.
"What the hell?"
You spun around to see him standing there, his eyebrows furrowed while he held the door handle. Neither of you said a word while you held his gaze, your lips parted in surprise and chest heaving.
"Fuck, that was hot." Calum slammed the door shut and kissed you suddenly, pushing his crotch against yours. "All you had to do was ask," he smirked against your lips.
Michael - It was probably the most daring thing you’ve ever done with your best friend in the room, but you couldn’t help it. Michael was on the opposite side of the living room, snuggled into the couch with his arms behind his head, his biceps flexed slightly. His green eyes shined from the light of the TV while you guys watched an old movie on the screen, but you were focused mainly on him, the subtle hair on his jawline and the way he pursed his lips.
You were hidden under the blanket, your knees spread just enough to give your hand access into your panties. You tried to keep calm, tried to look enthralled in the film while your fingers dipped into your center and rubbed, your mind filled with dirty thoughts of Michael. Sparks of pleasure tingled throughout your body and you bit your lip, suppressing a moan while you rubbed harder.
"Y/N, I can see you, you know."
You looked over and saw Michael looking at you, his face serious. You froze and swallowed, not sure what to say.
"Lemme help you, at least," he laughed, getting up from his position on the couch and walking over to you, pulling the blanket off of you and pulling your legs apart. "It’s rude to go solo and not include me," he said simply.