Ashton: Love, give me love/ Anything you want I'll give it up/ Lips, lips I kiss/ Bite me while I taste your fingertips
His lips were velvet smooth against yours as the two of you made out furiously. It was as if neither of you had ever kissed another human before. The feelings were new and you couldn't deny the thoughts of making love to a stranger.
"God you're hot." His breath is hot against your neck as his lips begin to attack your skin. You suck in a breath, your eyelids drifting closed and then reopening with every move he makes. His hands run over your body, getting caught on your clothes every few moves.
"Even in this stupid outfit?" You ask him as you let your head fall back in pleasure. You find awkward conversation during a make out session made things less awkward. The man with long curly hair and biceps of a God, who said his name was Ashton, pulls his lips from your neck and looks you up and down.
"I do, I think you'd look way better with them on the floor." Ashton growls before his long fingers fumble with the buttons of your blouse. His chilled fingertips leave goosebumps across your skin as he quickly does that duty. Before long your shirt is thrown on the floor and his lips are on yours again.
Ashton leaves a trail of kisses down your jawline and back onto your neck, sucking and biting at the softness. You let out a hardy moan and make yourself bite down on your lip so you can contain some of the pleasure.
"I want you." He breathes against your neck as he reaches around and unzips your pencil skirt. You let out a sigh as it falls to the floor in a pool of fabric and your left pushed up against a wall in nothing but your lingerie. You look up into his gorgeous hazel/green eyes, in which could melt a person's soul, and stare with lust.
"Have me."
Calum: Now if we're talking body/ You got a perfect one/ So put it on me/ Sweat it won't take you long/ If you love me right/ We fuck for life/ On and on and on
"N-Normally I d-don't do t-this." You stutter out as Calum's lips attack your jawline. His touch sends chills to places where you've never felt chills before. Calum seems to laugh at the remark and only kisses you harder. You sit up on his unmade bed while his legs straddle yours.
"Me neither." He says, parting for only a second to strip himself of his shirt. You suck in a breath and stare at the heavenly sight. Calum smirks down at you, brushing your frizzy hair out of your face before pushing you down flat on the bed. He hovers over you, leaning down and having his lips meet yours.
Your eyelids drift closed as Calum somehow multitasks with you. He's making out with your lips, trying to rid you of your shirt, and grinding against your hips with his. The three actions creating maximum pleasure throughout your body, to the point where you thought you were going to explode. Finally, he gets your shirt off and throws it across the room.
"Love me." You order, the lust getting to you. Calum smirks before crawling down in between your legs and stripping you of your jeans shorts. His hands roam over your skin for what seems like forever before his lips touch one thigh. The sudden contact of his lips on your thigh cause you to gasp and bite down on your lip to contain a moan.
"You're perfect." He utters as his warm hands grip onto your panties. You allow your eyes to shut to the world and run your hands through Calum's thick hair.
"I just want your body on mine." You plead eagerly. Calum snickers lightly before replacing his lips on your inner thigh. And the rest they say is history.
Luke: Bed, stay in bed/ The feeling of your skin locked in my head/ Smoke, smoke me broke/ I don't care I'm down for what you want
Warmth all around you this early in the morning frightened you, meaning you got shit-faced drunk last night and you went home with a guy... great.
Sunlight meets your bloodshot eyes as you open your heavy eyelids; the brightness giving you an instant headache. You groan and look at the time on the bedside clock, which read 7:14 AM. You try and sit up, but an arm is securely holding you down. Slowly you allow yourself to turn your head, your eyes meeting the face of a beautiful sleeping stranger.
Memories from the late night before flooded your brain. The feeling of his body against yours, the sounds of his moans filling your ears, even the look of his features while he made love to you was all you could remember.
"Morning." The sudden vocal speech startles you slightly. The young man had opened his eyes, showing off the icy blue eyes he possessed.
"Hey." You greet in a whisper as he takes his arm off of you. You sit up slowly, clutching the white bed sheets to your nude chest. You place your hands on your head and lean forward; a world of regret finding it's way into your skull.
"I'm Luke." The man finally says. You look down at your side to see him laying on his back, staring up at the white ceiling.
"Y/N." You state, your voice inadvertently shaky. Silence fell upon the both of you again and the sounds of his moaning from last night clouded your judgment. Your screams of pleasure were the only things running around up there. You never did anything adventurous or sensual, so last night was a night of firsts. And you couldn't deny that you loved every minute of it.
"Regretting it?" You blink a couple times, taken aback by the sounds of Luke's deep voice. A small smile comes across your lips when he spoke. In one swift move you kick off the sheets and straddle Luke's waist, placing your hands on his bare chest.
"Not at all."
Michael: Bodies/ Our baby making bodies we just use for fun/ Bodies/ Let's use them up til every little piece is gone
Michael Clifford. A man whom you've been falling head over heels for, for the last two years, was making out with you like there was no tomorrow. All the times you had dreamed this happening was going to waste, for right now seemed as if those dreams were going to come true.
Unfortunately for you, your conscious was taking over as was the words of your mother's dating advice. This didn't mean anything, not to him at least. He was tipsy, maybe even drunk, as were you. You couldn't stop though, you just couldn't. Michael's hands roam your shirtless body as he gets down on his knees and begins kissing your stomach, moving his way up your torso. Your head leans back in pleasure as he kisses you and you stare up at the ceiling. You bite your lip, becoming more and more unsure of this moment.
"I can't believe this is happening." You whisper, or you meant to whisper. It came out as more of an audible whimper than a breathless whisper. Michael stares up at you from his position before you and locks eyes with yours.
"Believe it baby." His hands grip at your jeans and before another word can be spoken he's pushed them to the ground. You stand chilled before him and wrap your arms around his neck. "Jump." You follow his orders and jump slightly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stands.
Fuck this. This is what you want, you think to yourself as he carries you to his bedroom. You've been dreaming of this for the past two years. You'll never get another chance. What's the worst that can happen? Michael throws you down on his bed and proceeds to crawl over to you.
"Use my body," You plead with lust filled eyes, "until every single piece is gone."
