5SOS Preferences

Dirty Dares (Michael and Luke, smut)

Michael: "your dress looks good, [Y/N], but it would look even better on my bedroom floor," Michael grinned at you, his words slurring almost unnoticeably. But you noticed, you always noticed. You smirked, pretending to be unfazed by his flirting.
"I think it would look better on Luke's bedroom floor. We don't want the colours to clash, do we?" You retorted, sipping your vodka as he focused his eyes and narrowed them in on you.
"Are you hinting that you'd rather have sex with Luke than me?" You could tell that the filter in his head was ceasing to have any use; normally he would not be so direct.
"Maybe I am. Who knows, eh?" You shrugged, brushing against him as you followed the voice screeching about playing dares. It was difficult being such a bitch to Mike when all you really wanted to do was rip his clothes off, but you knew that he lived for the conflict.
When everyone had arranged themselves into a very inaccurate circle, the practically empty (only a couple of people got slightly splashed on the first spin) bottle of beer was powerfully spun, landing on the person to your left.
"Truth or dare, James," Calum shouted. The music wasn't that loud, but that was irrelevant to Cal: the alcohol in his system stopped his inside voice from working.
After far too long, it was finally your turn.
"Dare," you stated, taking another swig of your vodka.
"I would expect nothing less from you, [Y/N]." Luke laughed. You grinned mischievously and waited for him to conjure up something wicked and corruptive.
"I dare you to go upstairs with Michael and measure his dick - when you come back we want measurements, and bear in mind we'll know if you're lying," he said with a wink. Your face flooded red as you averted your eyes to the floor and then quickly back up to meet Michael's.
You gulped. "Let's go, Clifford."
His eyes widened as he eagerly (and clumsily) stood up. You could tell he had thought that you were going to refuse it.
When you arrived at the bedroom, he crashed his lips onto yours unexpectedly, and your bodies fell against the door, slamming it shut loudly.
"This... This wasn't part of the dare," you moaned breathlessly.
"No, but I've been wanting to do this all night," he replied, his tongue darting it's way round your mouth the second you gave him access.
You could feel his erection growing against your thigh and it made you hot with anticipation. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head the next time he pulled back. You trailed your hands down his chest, making your way to his trousers. You could feel the tension and anticipation between you building from the way his kisses became rougher and more desperate.
Your fingers fiddled with the button on his jeans, shaking due to nerves and intoxication. You weren't sure where the nerves was coming from, but then you realised this was Michael. The guy that had the key to your heart; the guy that meant more to you than anyone; they guy that you were in love with. This meant everything to you, so it wasn't surprising that your nerves were getting the better of you.
He didn't seem to notice that it took a couple of extra seconds to get the button undone - he was too busy sucking at your neck (which definitely didn't help your shaking hands).
In seconds his jeans and underwear were around his ankles, and he was hastily kicking his shoes off and yanking himself away from his clothes before expertly bringing your dress over your head.
His eyes trailed down your body, managing to go in a straight line for the first time that night. The green orbs flooded with lust as he drank you in, which turned you on all the more.
"Shit, [Y/N], wow," he cursed, his hands automatically pulling you into him.
He threw you down on the bed, kissing you messily as he braced himself above you.
"[Y/N], I want to make you feel amazing..." He mumbled onto your lips. You moaned in response. With that he stopped kissing you - or at least stopped kissing your mouth anyway. He trailed his lips down your jaw to your neck, nibbling and sucking as he did so. You writhed underneath him and balled the bedsheets in your hands. Fuck. He continued his path, and it was only when he got to below your belly button that he looked up.
"Are you sure about... This?" He asked, the alcohol slipping from his tone. In fact, you had never heard him sound more sober.
"This is the most sure I've ever been," you replied, giving him a slight smile. He was just as nervous as you. He returned the smile, allowing a hint of relief to work it's way into his eyes, and got back to work.
Not long after you were moaning his name in pleasure, his tongue doing things you could hardly describe. You couldn't remember when he had ripped your underwear off, but you were glad they weren't your favourite pair. His talented tongue continued making swirls in just the right places until you couldn't take any more and allowed yourself to fall over the edge.
He crawled back up your body, and even though you still had your eyes squeezed closed, you knew there was a grin plastered across his face. Each time your chest heaved upwards due to the heaviness of your breathing, you could feel his burning skin on your own and it was making you need him even more.
"Mike... I need you... Now." You panted, hoping he would know exactly what you meant.
"This is the best way for you to measure it, babe." He chuckled. You smiled faintly; pigs would fly before you disagreed with that statement.

Luke: the edges of Ashton's lips curved up into a grin so sly Satan himself would be proud of it. You would not like to be on the end of one of his dares. Luckily for you, the dares you had received had been mild. Kiss a couple of guys, flash Michael... You took it all in your stride as if it were just another day. However, you hadn't had the pleasure of one of Ashton's dares yet. You gulped as his mischief-ridden eyes fell on poor Luke. Luke's throat bobbed, but he acted completely casual, as if he weren't terrified of what Ashton could do.
"Lukey. Hmm, let's see."
"Don't be a dick, Ash."
"Oh no, I think you'll like this one." Ashton did that smirk again and in the same second you saw an unrecognisable emotion flash through Luke's eyes, which, incidentally, had darted to you upon hearing Ashton's words.
"Ashton...." Luke said quietly, the confidence in his tone fading.
"Luke, I dare you to take [Y/N] upstairs and make her scream out your name in pleasure. We'll be able to tell if she fakes it, and your next dare will be ten times worse than this." Ashton declared, the devious look reflecting in his eyes. Luke averted his gaze into you, and his eyes were almost pleading you to agree to this. Like you'd disagree: you had the biggest crush on Luke. You smiled nervously and stood up.  "Come on then," you said reassuringly: you could tell he was nervous too.
There was no slur to Luke's voice as he whispered how much he wanted you into your ear. He wasn't drunk, and it was evident from his voice that he really wanted this. He wanted you. Things were never awkward between you and Luke, even in situations like this. That was one of the reasons you liked him so much.
He pressed his lips to yours lightly, as if he thought you were fragile and didn't want to break you. But, the second you deepened it his delicate touches got a little rougher, sending desire spiking through your veins.
He threw you onto the bed and knelt on the floor as he pulled your boots off. He began to trail kisses up your leg, driving you crazy with lust and passion.
He pushed your dress up as he got closer and closer to where you wanted him to be, so you effortlessly dragged it over your head. He kissed the waistband of your underwear before lifting his eyes to meet yours. His smouldering gaze held yours as he pulled your panties down to your ankles. You gasped as the cold air connected with the wetness that had started to drip onto your thighs.
"Is this all for me, babe?" He whispered. You knew that he was smirking, even though you had your eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"Luke... I need you to fuck me. Now." You moaned - you couldn't wait any longer. When you opened your eyes he was removing his jeans and boxers hurriedly. Slowly, he leans over you, teasing you by taking his time. You gripped the hem of his shirt and almost aggressively pulled it over his head, running your hands down his chest as soon as the skin was exposed. He released a low, guttural moan that told you that you were doing something right.
"You ready?" He said, the tip of his head resting over your opening and almost sending you over the edge with desire.
"God, yes." You breathed, and with that he was thrusting into you. He gave you a little time to adjust, but soon enough he was pounding in, going as deep as he could to hit your sweet spot. You moaned out, writhing beneath him.
"Luke," you screamed as his hands moved to your chest. You briefly saw him smirking before you squeezed your eyes closed and threw your head back in pleasure. He had definitely accomplished his dare, and well too.
You thought he would want to go back down to the party straight away, but he wrapped your bodies together in blankets and curled himself around you.
"That was amazing," he whispered in your ear.
"You were amazing." You replied, your smile evident in your tone. You felt his cheek heat up on your shoulder, signalling his blush.
"Really?" He asked quietly. Underneath all of his new found confidence you knew he was just as insecure about himself as he always had been.
"Yes, Luke. The best I've ever had." You said it to reassure him, but it was true. It was amazing.
"You were perfect. You are perfect." He stated, his confidence prominent, showing you that he really meant it.
"You did well with your dare," you giggled.
"You helped," he replied with a laugh, before kissing your shoulder gently and humming a familiar tune until you fell asleep. Who cared about going back to the party? Not you.