5 Seconds of Summer preferences

#89 Blurred Lines Song Preference:

This was upon request! :D

ASHTON:

"But you're a good girl. The way you grab me, must wanna get nasty, go head get at me."

Arms slid around your waist and before you could react large, muscular, tattoed arms made you twist around in a swift motion. In seconds you were face to face with Ashton, the low life drummer who you knew all too well. You were a goody two-shoes, straight A's, didn't party, every parents dream. Or at least that's what everyone thought about you. Only Ashton knew what you were really like behind closed doors. That's exactly why you hated him so much, because he held all of the secrets that could detroy you. He was your every weakness, the muscles, the hazel eyes, light brown curls, perfect smile and of course the most perfect dimples you'd ever see on a human. Of course you didn't realize how drunk and zoned out you were until you felt a sharp tingling on your neck, lips. He pulled away smirking since you hadn't stopped him yet. That godly smirk, the cocky one that was so damn attractive it had the power to twist your insides. Without a word he led you down a hallway and pulled you into a random room before slamming you against the closed door. Trying to catch him off guard for a change, you grabbed him by the crotch just as he was about to lean in, and he gasped. "Hsss." He sharply hissed through clenched teeth. "I like the drunk you..you're a nasty drunk." He smirked yet again. His hands moved up along the curves of your sides as his forehead rested against yours, noses barely touching, while he looked deep into your eyes. His cold fingertips crawled up your back and tangled themselves in your hair to tug your head back and gain full access to your neck. He tilted his head, pressing his lips to your jawline, "Such a submissive little girl." He growled against you as you groaned. "And you're all mine tonight." He huffed again before nipping at your earlobe.

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MICHAEL:

"Hit me up when you're passing through, I got somethin' big enough to tear ya ass in two, swag on even when you're dressed casual."

Michael knew that you're job was going to require you to be in L.A. at the same time as him, here in the next week which is exactly why he gave you all of his contact information, to get you to stop by his place if you needed some 'fun'. Quite honestly Michael drove you insane, you hated him actually. But you also would admit he's a great fuck. And right now as hot and bothered as you were, calling him up for a 'booty-call' didn't sound like such a bad idea. With that in mind you also knew you'd only see him just this once since both yours and his job required you both to move around so much. You grabbed your phone from your back pocket and called him, asking if he could come by your place instead and he agreed. He was there in no time, your stomach flipped at the very sight of him standing in your doorway. He sat in a chair next to the door and motioned you over silently. He pulled you down on his lap and quickly closed any gap in between the two of you as you began making out. His hips rolling into yours, making you feel his erection underneath you. The kiss broke while the two of you pulled each others shirts off and his hands went to your ass. Your kisses went down his jaw and onto his neck where you sucked harshly on his skin. You fumbled with his belt as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them along with his boxers down and off of him. He sighed at the sight of his newly freed erection that you quickly grabbed at the base and sucked at the head while keeping full eye contact with him. You pushed your head down, taking as much of him in your mouth as possible, while lightly clawing at his thighs. "Ohh, fuck." He grunted through gritted teeth as you grazed your teeth across him. He lightly placed his hand on your neck and momentarily fucked your mouth making you gag unoticably. You pumped and moaned against him until he was a writhing mess that quickly clenched and released all over your lips.

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LUKE:

"Baby can ya breathe? I got this from Jamaica, it always works for me Dakota to Decatur."

"Just come up to the roof with me." Damn he was persistent. After telling Luke 'no' damn near twenty times now, he still managed to keep asking you to go up to the rooftop with him. "Why can't we stay here?" You asked hoping he'd give in before you did. "Cos I wanna show you something." His answer made you raise an eyebrow. "Not like that.." He quickly justified. "Just c'mon you're making this harder than it needs to be." He whined. "Ugh, FINE." You pouted as he grabbed hold of your hand and tugged you through the sea of people. Once you'd made it to the rooftop of the penthouse and it was just you two, he sat you down and reached to pull something out of his back pocket. A joint, and a lighter. It wasn't really a big dal seeing as how you'd smoked weed before so in a way you were kind of relieved and excited. "This was it?" You asked in relief. "Yea, I just didn't feel like doing it down there, where everyone would've wanted some." He said as he put the joint to his lips and began lighting it. "Stingy much?" You asked with a chuckle. He answered by pulling your face to his and wrapping his open mouth around yours as he blew the smoke into your mouth. It was a simple shotgun but much more erotic for the simple fact that it was Luke and mother of god was he attractive. This time it was your turn to take a hit and pass it to him only when you took a direct hit it caught you off guard on how strong it was and you began to cough. "Woah" You said amongst coughing. "You ok?" He said chuckling. "Can you breathe?" He said after you didn't answer the first time. "Yea, I'm good." You finally answered. "Damn, where'd you get this?" You said squinting down at the joint in your hand. "Jamaica." He simply replied, taking another hit off of it and pulling you in again. This time the shot gun progressed into more of a kiss. His large hand sliding into the back of your hair, pinning your face to his as he let the smoke leak into your mouth while he ran the tip of his tongue across the roof of your mouth making you moan into him. "Glad you came up here now?" He smirked, still holding you by your hair. "Mmm-hmm." You replied, leaning back in for another kiss.

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CALUM:

"No more pretending, cuz now you're winning, it's all beginning, I always wanted a good girl."

You didn't know what was up with you and why you'd been acting so different here lately but your friends thought you'd changed for the better whereas your parents nowhere near approved. Honestly you didn't feel like you were really changing just more or less letting down your walls and showing who you really were. But it was times like these, another drunken hook-up mistake that you knew you were going to regret later...or maybe not. At least you were hooking up with Calum, your best friend and not some random stranger. Besides the two of you knew you could trust each other. Calum was a bad boy, in his own band, no real job, the whole nine yards that your parents would absolutely NEVER approve of. "C'mon Cal, use me, I'm all yours tonight." He was still a bit hesitant seeing as how he typically just takes advantage girls, he wasn't sure if he wanted to do that to you as well. "Well...I mean if you're sure.." He stammered. "Yes I'm sure." You confirmed as you tugged your shirt over your head, straddling his lap. His attitude suddenly flipped from careful to assertive as his eyes went hungry. Now that you were flipped on your back he stared down at your body. "What happened to you Y/n?" He asked in between the kisses he was planting down your bare stomach. "What..what do you mean?" You panted, unfastening your bra. "You were always such a good girl." He looked up at you, as he hooked his thumbs in your underwear and tugged them off. "I still am.." You replied with a smirk. "I always wanted a good girl." He said pulling his bottom lip through his teeth as he glanced from your face to your centre. Your head fell back as he ran his fingertips over your bare thighs. He ducked his head in between your thighs, lightly kissing the inside of each leg, until he slowly anchored his hands under each of your knees, lifting them over his shoulders. He pushed you back down as your hips involuntarily bucked up in suspense of his touch. "I'm gonna make you feel so good baby." He whispered as his face dove in.