Pure Seduction

Ashton and Luke notice my position next to the window between Calum and Mikey almost immediately upon entering, as if they were searching for another person in the room - like they were hoping to find me there.
“Glad to see we’re not the only ones who scored tonight!” Ashton says as he raises his eyebrows suggestively while retrieving a sizeable bag of white powder from his pocket and tossing it to Calum.
“You’ve no idea, this lot have milked me dry. I won’t be pissing right for a week,” Calum murmurs as he opens the bag and dips a finger in the substance before sucking it off with a contented sigh. “Chilean?”
“Got it after the show,” Luke nods half-heartedly, his stare fixated on my bare breasts as he removes his jacket and tosses it to the floor. “She’s a dime, this one. What corner did ya find her on?”
“At the intersection of ‘Fuck’ and ‘You’,” I spit, offended that he’s insinuating I’m some kind of cheap prostitute. I try to get up to have a few words with the Aussie, but Michael’s arms around my waist prevent me from moving. “You know nothing about me. None of you. You don’t even know my name, for fuck’s’ sake!”
“A whore by any other name is still a whore,” Ashton says as he gets to his feet, my gaze straying to his lean, naked silhouette as he strolls over to where the other boys are congregated in front of the door.
“Fuck you too,” I tell him with as much menace as I can muster, which is difficult when I’m getting more and more turned on by seeing the foursome standing in a row in before me with Michael’s teeth delving into my neck like he owns it.
“Don’t you remember, Legal?” Calum quips as he drapes himself around Luke, cuddling into his side with a twisted smirk, “you already did.”
“That part’s a bit foggy, but I do remember how damn good it felt when Michael came inside of me and not you,” I shoot back.
“Slam and dunk!” Ashton snorts with an enthusiastic clap of his hands.
“Cheeky,” Luke muses while he rips the coke from Michael’s grasp, ignoring his whine of protest as Luke kneels in front of me with the bag just out of reach. “But are you as good with your tongue as you are with your words?” Luke purrs as he moves his face closer towards mine, my breath quickening and torso straining against Calum's hold until his lips pause a whisper away from mine.
I’ve heard people say that the boys consider Luke the “leader” of the group, and I’ve never really understood why - but now there’s no question about it. He has a presence, an aura around him that radiates with unnerving power. His ocean blue eyes are entrancing, and when he smiles, oh when he smiles you would do anything, say anything, become anything he wants in order to be the center of his attention for a precious millisecond.
“Give me some of that blow and maybe I’ll let you find out.”
Luke chuckles, low and throaty, his breath warm and infused with undertones of weed and a hint of bourbon. “Now, I don’t think it’s fair for me to have all the fun. Shall we, guys?”
Luke doesn’t explain what he means; he doesn’t have to. There’s some type of secret code, an unspoken understanding to his request that draws them toward me like a pack of wild dogs to fresh meat.
“On your hands and knees,” Calum orders upon releasing me, only relinquishing his grasp long enough for me to follow his instructions. He’s behind me now, his fingers housing themselves in my hair and semi-hard cock barely rutting against my ass. Ashton and Michael kneel on either side of me, shudders rippling through my form as their fingers explore my skin fervently.
I can scarcely discern the true force behind Calum’s hold on my tender scalp, my attention drawn instead to the bitter taste of the blow suddenly being slid inside my upper lip by Michael’s touch.
“More,” I breathe, greedily sucking every last bit of cocaine from his calloused fingers before Calum rips my head away by my hair.
“Not until you’ve earned it, baby,” Calumm says, his sentiment echoed by Ashton’s hand colliding painfully with my reddened backside. My arms struggle to support my naked, weakened body, everything overwhelming me far too much and not nearly enough all at once.
"I think it’s time for a change of pace, boys," Michael murmurs with a smile, the kind of smile that can clear the air from your lungs and chill your bones in an instant. "This trope’s getting old. How about we see how much of us she can really handle?"
"There’s no way she can take all of us. Look at her, she’s one finger-bang away from passing the fuck out," Ashton scoffs from behind me, my shortness of breath almost proving his point as he slides a finger firmly along my slit.
"I might not be able to take all of you at once," I admit as the cocaine and Louis’ touch hit me with a surge of energy and the unrestrained desire to leave these five men on trembling knees, begging me for mercy, "but I sure as hell am going to enjoy trying."
“We were hoping you’d say that,” Luke grins knowingly, a hint of pride hidden in the upturn of his bitten lips before they’re flush against mine. I lose myself in the familiar heat of his mouth, his teeth catching the strangled sigh that rolls from my throat as Michael and Ashton simultaneously snort their respective lines from my backside, cleaning my skin of the powdery residue with their greedy, wet tongues.

I tear away from the surprised group, my chest heaving and limbs vibrating with adrenaline as I face them with clenched fists and grinding teeth.
"Let me tell you how this is going to work. You are going to do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. You’re going to fuck each other - all of you. And you’re going to fuck me - all of you. I don’t care what ‘rules’ you have regarding what or who is off limits. Anything and everything goes. However, you cannot come until I tell you that you can come, and if you disobey in any way then you will leave this room wishing you had never crossed my path. If you test me, you will lose. Either all of you are in, or I’m out. Decide right now.”
There’s a brief moment of silence as they huddle together on the carpet before the absence of sound is interrupted by hushed whispers and curious, drug-hazed glances back at me. Their voices are all convoluted, only allowing me to focus on one part of their comically animated discussion at a time.
"Getting fucked in the arse is not like taking a massive dump repeatedly…where the hell do you get your information Luke, twitter?"
"No you cannot get your camera out, bloody idiot."
"I had a dream we had an orgy once then got ice cream after. I wanted a banana split but the shop we went to - I think it was in Bristol but it was nicer looking so maybe not - anyways they didn’t have any bananas so we went to three other shops and only one had bananas but they were orange. Orange! Then Mikey, you wanted sprinkles made out of raspberry jam which seemed perfectly normal to me, it being a dream and all. Actually, the ice cream part was more of a nightmare, really…”
"Don’t tell me mam. ‘M serious, Calum!" Luke particularly exclaimed
It soon falls quiet once more, my attention trained on Luke as he stands and saunters over to me, eyes scaling my battered curves with excitement brewing behind his smirk. He drags his warm fingertips from my temple to my jaw while his other palm firmly draws me into his chest by the small of my back, the twitch of his needy cock evident through the loose fabric of his sweatpants. “Bring it on, baby.”
His gaze flickers to my lips and the next thing I know I’m tasting the devil on his tongue, the air crackling with a tangible electric current as I rush to rip his clothes from his athletic build. I can’t believe how unbelievably aggressive Luke is, his body hot and hard and damp and I can tell he wants this even more than I do, if that’s possible.

I force myself to break the surprisingly addictive kiss in favor of seeing how the other boys are faring by twisting around to face them.
Ashton and Calum from tending to a now-nude and panting Michael. On the floor, a mere step away from where Luke is rutting his hardening length against my ass with his hands desperately raking across my breasts and teeth scouring my tender neck, is one of the hottest displays of desire I never knew I needed to see.
Michael is situated between Ashton’s splayed legs, his eyes closed and red head resting against Ashton’s chest, mouth blissfully full of Ashton’s cocaine-coated fingers. “Just let go, Mikey. We’re gonna take such good care of you,” Calum promises as he leans over and inhales one of several prepared lines from Michael’s abdomen with a fist securely wrapped around the base of the boy’s leaking shaft.
Michael’s positively glowing and Ashton’s whispering low and raw in his ear with green eyes locked on me and I can’t take it anymore. I tear away from Luke’ grasp and dash to Michael’s free side, orderingCalum to move his head out of the way like a madwoman, my palm slamming against Michael’s flushed chest and snorting a generous line of coke - and that’s when it happens.
I lose all sense of control, the drug infecting my brain and body bursting into flames until I don’t even know who I am anymore. All I know is what I want; and I want it all. I inhale another line and then I’m fucking invincible, vibrating with the overwhelming sense of power dripping through my veins.
“Christ,” Luke hisses as he drops all manner of toys, condoms, and lube next to me, gawking at Michael squirming and groaning as Calum pumps his tight fist up and down his engorged cock.
“Stop staring at Calum and fuck him, already!” I shout. Luke doesn’t stall, doesn’t hesitate as he nearly trips over Michael’s legs before his hand collides with Calum’s neck and then he’s dragging Calum by his throat towards the window.
“This is insane,” Ashton says as he watches Luke completely dominate Calum like he can’t believe what he’s seeing, and I slap Michael’s hand away when he tries to reach down for his cock to replace the stimulation Ashton stole from him..
“Michael,” I purr, “have you ever been with another man before?”
“N-no,” he stammers, hazy blue eyes growing wide as he realizes what I must have in store for him.
“Ashton, show him what he’s missing,” I snap, unhooking my nails from Michael’s abdomen before standing up and taking a fistful of Michael’s long hair in my hand, forcing him to crane his neck and look at me until he winces in pain, his expression dazed and spacey.
“Luke, please -” Calum’s words are cut short, and I release Michael’s swollen bottom lip from between my teeth before I glance over my shoulder and see Luke with his back to the window, Calum on all fours in front of him with tears glistening off of his cheeks as Luke works to stretch him open as quickly and roughly as he can manage.
“Shut up,” Luke hisses and he appears so centered, so focused on using Calum as an instrument for his own pleasure that I don’t bother interfering, a wave of arousal fluttering through my core upon watching Luke grip Calum tightly by the nape of the neck and spit onto his length before aligning himself with Calum’s hole and pushing in
“Shit, that’s not enough, he - he needs more,” Michael breathes against the side of my jaw while Calum’s lips open in a silent yell, his fingers digging into the plush carpet as Liam bottoms out with a moan.
“Not this time. Luke!” I pull away from Michael and walk slowly towards the window, “sit down so I help Calum get a little more…comfortable.”
“Look so pretty like this, Cal,” Michael says from behind me and fuck he sounds so broken and so aroused and Calum tastes like salt and honey in my mouth and I can’t get enough. He suddenly jerks up in response to a jarring thrust from Luke and Calum slams into the back of my throat with a wail, causing me to gag on his girth.
“Oh God, I get it now,” I hear Ashton pant, and I pull away from Calum’s pulsing cock, pumping his length quickly as I crane my neck to look behind me.
Ashton’s on his back with his knees to his chest, a nearly empty bottle of lubricant clutched in his fist and I can barely see the base of the shiny gold dildo sticking out from his enlarged hole.
“This is the best night of me life,” Ashton admits through a strangled breath as I sink down on his cock and I’m wet enough that he slips into me easily, and I can’t help but silently agree with him.


“He’s just, fuck, he’s just taking it,” Calum whines as I rock my hips on Ashton’s cock and throw my head back in ecstasy, subtly altering the angle of my body until I feel him hit my sweet spot.
“Not as well as you are,” Luke grunts, his voice gravelly and barely audible above the combined sounds of wet, slapping skin coming from all sides in the hot room.
Without warning I feel a pair of arms encase my waist, Michael’ familiar scent fills my lungs as I allow him to pull me off of Niall from behind. All of a sudden the peak of my high crashes down on me as Michael speeds us over and slams me back against the window next to Zayn and Liam, his coke-flavored lips accosting every bit of me they can reach. Every place his body touches mine burns like Hell, my leg swinging around his waist as he supports me with his weight and ruts his cock against my sensitive clit.
“Tell me how badly you want me, how much you’re dying for me to fuck you.”
I can’t respond, can’t do anything but beg him with my body to wreck me, please, tugging his mouth back to mine as he fucks me until I sense myself beginning to fall apart. I feel every inch of him, his rhythm unparalleled and restraint nonexistent.
I’m not sure when it happened since I was so gone in Michael’s arms for who knows how long, but I gather enough will to glance over at Luke and Calum to see that the golden dildo is lying discarded to the side and Ashton precisely where Calum was just moments ago - with Luke.
“Oh - oh,” Ashton whimpers as he comes unexpectedly on Luke’s cock, stream after stream of white spilling over his knuckles as Micheal’s cum runs down my leg once he pulls out.

“I think you’ve been in control for long enough, Legal. It’s our turn now,” Calum growls from above me, and I glance up through a spinning world to see Ashton, Micheal, and Luke descend like wolves. I can’t tell whose cock is being shoved down my throat - Ashton? - how I ended up on top of someone as they fuck into my pussy harder than ever before - Michael? - or who is holding my hands behind my back as they slowly sink their wet cock into my ass - Luke? - but I do know one thing. Every orifice I have is being filled and destroyed simultaneously by three of the hottest, ruthless, most despicable men I have ever come across in my entire life; and I never want it to end.

My eyes sting with hot, salty tears as my body is ripped to shreds, and my orgasm rockets through me without warning just as Ashton unleashes a tidal wave of thick cum down my throat, the sticky substance dripping from my mouth and on to Michael's red face underneath me.
“Fucking hell!” They cry once they reach their highs and that’s when I see it - see them.
Five, possibly six flashes of light on an adjacent balcony of a closely neighboring hotel, but surely that can’t be…oh no…paps.

Notes

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This was harder than expected!! I had a very very very hot ass fucking time writing this shit....Seriously so hot and bothered but it got me on a roll so expect 1 two part imagine soon !!

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