5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Hickeys

Hickeys

Ashton:
"Woah, Y/N. What are those on your neck?" Michael covers his mouth with his hand, stifling a laugh. Your eyes widen, remembering the previous nights activities. Your hand shoots up to you neck as Ashton watches from the kitchen, his smirk prominent.

Michael:
"Michaaaael," You wine, frowning at your concealer. "It still shows through my makeup and I have school in 20 minutes," You pout as Michael's arms snake around your waist. "Now everyone knows your mine," Michael says, kissing the bruise.

Luke:
"Whats that red thing on your neck, dear?" Your mother asks, pointing her finger at your neck. Both, yours and Luke's eyes widen. "Uh, that's a rash. That's a bad rash," You nod your head, hearing Luke exhale a breath of relief.

Calum:
A silent moan escapes your lips as Calum continues on your neck, biting down on it gently, adding to the already forming bruise. You almost jumped out of your skin as you hear a loud gasp coming from the door. Luke is standing there, eyebrows knitted together. "What are this," Luke shakes his head, chuckling.