Dirty Talks

Being on tour with the boys was fun, but sometimes I felt a little.. neglected. The boys were very, very busy and I understood that, but that was no excuse. We’d been in a huge hotel suite for almost two days and Michael hadn’t tried anything with me. I was starting to feel unwanted. Luke had flirted with me more than my own boyfriend.
"How’s the game going?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck from behind and rubbing his chest. I looked at the medieval war game, the reason he had been tapping at his keyboard for the two hours prior. "You winning?"
"Nope, never am," He replied, half laughing, but also sounding a bit disappointed.
"Maybe if you take a break, you’ll get better when you get back," I suggested.
"I’ve got teammates, I can’t just leave them," He replied, as if that was something I should know. "Could you get me another beer?"
"Sure," I muttered, rolling my eyes and getting off the couch.
I walked to the fridge and grabbed him another bottle, looking to Ashton. He was sitting at the table in the kitchen area, reading a book. I put the bottle down on the counter, getting an idea out of pure desperation.
"Hey, Ash," I smiled, sitting across from him at the table.
"What’s up, y/n?" He asked, putting his book down.
"Nothing, just wondering what you’re up to," I shrugged, batting my eyelashes at him.
He looked around, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing right now?”
"Nothing, I—"
"Y/n, you don’t flirt with me. Ever. I’m with your one of your best friends," He reminded me. "So.. whatcha doing?"
"Michael’s ignoring me," I said quietly, not that he’d be listening over League of Legends anyway. "Want to help me make him jealous?"
"Let’s do it," Ash nodded, letting out one of his many goofy giggles as he got up from the table.
When I handed Michael the beer, I didn’t look at him when he looked up to thank me. He shrugged, popping off the cap and taking back a swig as I sat on the couch beside Ash. “You wanna play cards?” He asked me, grabbing a deck off the coffee table. I nodded, scooting a little closer to him on the couch. Michael didn’t flinch.
As we played, Ashton and I laughed a lot more than necessary and kept moving closer to each other. Eventually, our knees were touching and he won the game. “You cheated,” I said, leaning forward with my eyes narrowed on him.
"Nah," He winked. "I’ve just got a few tricks up my sleeve."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, placing my hand on his knee. "Show me."
"Are you fucking serious?" Michael scoffed. I looked over to see that gamer Michael had disappeared. His laptop was shut, headphones were off, and he was pissed. "I’m right here."
"Sorry, dude. You haven’t been acting like a thing lately, thought you guys broke up," Ashton lied.
"Oh, really? Think I don’t know what you’re doing?" He asked, standing up and walking over to me. "You feeling ignored, y/n?"
"Maybe," I replied, standing up. "Do you actually care, or is your team more important?"
He leaned down and kissed me, and I heard Ashton laugh and walk away. He didn’t just leave the room, he left the suite. When we heard the door shut behind him, we began losing pieces of clothing on our way to our room. Michael shut the door behind him, each of us now only in our underwear. He grabbed something from his suitcase, but as I laid back on the bed I didn’t bother looking at what it was. “Make me feel wanted again, Daddy.”
He crawled over top of me, kissing up my thigh to my chest, to my lips. He kneeled over me and rub his hands up each of my arms, binding my wrists together with a tie and secure me to the headboard. He kissed my forehead, “Every inch of you is mine.”
He pulled my panties down, wasting no time to dip a finger inside of me and slowly slide it up to my clit. His other hand was underneath the back of my head as he kissed me. “Every inch,” He said quietly against my mouth.
When he thought that I was ready, though I was ready long before, he pulled down his boxers. He slid into me slowly, keeping a steady, slow motion— not something we did often. I squeezed his hips between my thighs, moaning into his mouth.
He smiled, trailing little wet kisses down my jawline and neck. I tugged at my restraint, my legs starting to shake. I felt myself tighten around Michael, and he moaned at the sensation. “Hold it,” He told me quietly, but I think he was also telling himself. “Just a little longer, babe.”
He pushed hair out of my face, burying his face into my shoulder. His hot breath against my skin only pushed me further. “Babe, I can’t,” I breathed out, wrapping my legs around him as his thrusts got sloppy. “Daddy, I, I— Michael!” He moaned, cumming at the same time as I did for the first time ever.

He caught his breath, laying on top of me and untying my wrists. He rubbed than gently, kissing one of my palms. “All,” He told me, kissing my other palm. “Mine.”

Notes

Favorite song off of Four?
Mine: Stockholm Syndrome, 18, Illusion, Where Do Broken Hearts Go, No Control, Steal My Girl!