hey,

hope you like it :) this is my first preference so can i get some feedback and you can request more if you want. also i have read though this for mistakes but i might have missed some, sorry.

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Calum: 

Cuddling with Calum was always great, the way his body felt against your back was always comforting. The only down side was his wandering hands, which where currently resting on your boob, your quite sore boobs 

“Cal” you whine pushing nice hands away “their sore” you pout looking at him over your shoulder, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.

“Are you..?” He questions, you look at him confused waiting for him to explain more “on your magical time of the month” he says awkwardly nudging his head into your neck embarrassed.

“No, but soon because they normally hurt a week before” you explain giggling at his pouty lips.

“So no sex next week?” You shake your head, “double sex this week” he asks hopefully

You laugh lightly “just don’t grab the boobs” you say holding them preciously, he kisses your neck happily turning you on your back so he could get on top.

Kissing down you neck, his hand moving to your chest without thinking and grabbed your right boob “Ow!” You hissed pushing his hand away.

“What part of don’t touch don’t you understand” you said angrily pushed him away completely “no sex” you huff turning over, he laughs pulling you to him “sorry” he saying kissing your head.


Ashton:

Why must boobs hurt, actually technically it’s not your fault, it’s your boyfriends fault, him going too rough last night resulted in two very faint hand sized bruises on your chest and two very sore boobs.

Your flop down on the sofa next to Ashton while holding your boobs over the vest top that the hot weather forces you to wear.

“What wrong baby” Ash asks, concerned. He’s always concerned after a rough night.

“Yes I’m just sore I guess” You shrug your shoulders, dropping your hands putting the small amount of cleavage on show

“Oh god” Ashton whispers poking your boob slightly making you yelp, “I bruised you” he gasps.

“It’s okay” You say grabbing his hand as he goes touch them again.

“It’s not okay y/n, they obviously hurt” he snaps before his voice drops “I hurt you, I told you to tell me if it hurt y/n that’s what the safe word is for” his voice gets smaller is if he’s ashamed.

“ash babe it’s didn’t hurt, trust me if you ever hurt me I’ll tell you to stop.. I was quite enjoying you being rough” you smirk, moving so your sitting on his lap, straddling him putting your arms around his neck.

“You sure it didn’t hurt” he asks in a low voice looking at the bruises still.

“Yes I’m sure ash, hey look at me” you say, he raises his head “I promise you, I liked it” you smile kissing his lips lightly before getting off him, not wanting things to get heated because your boobs weren’t the only thing that was aching.


Luke:

“are you boobs bigger” your turn your head to Michael who was shamelessly looking at your oversize breasts, glaring at him and snapping your fingers to get his attention away from them

“yes boobs tend to do that when your pregnant” you snap.

“I mean you don’t look pregnant but your boobs your bigger” Michael eyes are back on your boobs causing you to roll your eyes.

“can you stop staring at my girlfriends boobs please” Luke asks, sharply glaring at his best friend. Not that he can blame the boys for staring as he had been caught staring at his pregnant girlfriend breasts a few times.

“But they’re like right there” Michael whines, making you roll your eyes and place your arm over them.

“And guess what they hurt like hell so before you ask no you can’t touch them” you say, getting up and walking away here’s a faint disappointed 'damn it’ follow by a slap noise from your boyfriends hand and the back of Michael’s head making you laugh slightly.


Michael:

Rolling over in bed away from your obnoxiously snoring boyfriend, moaning in pain as you get on your front

Turning over, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side to stand up and as soon as you did you felt a rush down below.

“Shit” you whisper careful not to wake your Michael and running into the hotel bathroom shutting the door and sitting on the toilet.

Hearing a groan from the bedroom followed by a confused Michael calling your name in worry.

“In here” you say not knowing what you do as you wasn’t expecting your period so the stuff is an your suitcase.

“Are you ok- oh ew” he says from the door way, walking away from the door but coming back seconds later throwing a pack of tampons and a clean pair of underwear at you without looking.

“Thanks mikey” you say doing what you have to do, washing your hands and walking out the bathroom.

“So I’m not getting laid for a week then” he says laughing slightly, you pout hugging him.

“Also no spontaneous boob groping, they hurt” he always had a tendency to have wandering hands that always happen to rest on my chest area, even when we’re around the boys.

“I could massage them but like really lightly or like rub cream on them or something” he says lightly kissing your neck lightly while rubbing your back.

“You just want to touch them.. But fine because it might help and I hate it when they hurt” you say he smiles before getting up and grabbing some pain relief lotion he has from when his muscles hurt after being on stage.

“Alright take your well my shirt off and let’s do this ” he’s says rubbing his hands together with a grin on his face.