5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Earned It-The Weeknd

Michael:

On that lonely night, you said it wouldn't be love, but we felt the rush; it made us believe there was only us, convinced we were broken inside.

You agreed, the both of you, on mutual terms, that this-whatever it is-would not be any sort of love. There would be no feelings involved. But now, as you two sat there breathing heavy with lips tracing every vein, you knew there's more to think than you originally thought. You could feel it inside you, the exhilaration, that made you go wild inside and just or this one boy that fucks you and leaves. "Michael," you breathed out, darting your eyes from the ceiling to his head. His hair was a sweaty mess, sticking to his forehead or sticking straight up as his lips were swollen from the contact. "I think we need to talk." He sighed, lingering his lips above your collarbone, eyes closed and hands grasped around your waist. "Can't it wait? I just got here..." You groaned, shaking your head. You couldn't wait any longer. You knew things either had to end or begin and you were afraid of both results. "Can I still kiss you while we talk?" He asks like a child. "No, it'll defeat the purpose." You whined. "Fine."

Ashton:

The way you work it, 'cause girl you earned it, girl you earned it.

Just another day on the job, just another day earning money, just another day. One of those ones that you've been called in for a little extra pay. "(Y/N), someone called for a private dance." You boss called to you as you rolled your eyes, breathing out and only agreeing for the money. It was probably another sleazy, hormonal guy who can't get any. When you entered the room, you see a man, early twenties, with longer hair and beautiful green eyes. He seemed attractive and lovely. Why is he here? Is he single? How in the world is his girlfriend okay with this? You wondered, all while keeping a straight face and walking to him, beginning to work what you've got as his large hands roamed your body, his breath hitching in this throat. You tried giving it your all, showing this man what you're really capable of. Soon enough, he slipped some money into your bra, the tip of the folded hundred sticking out. Your mouth widened as you turned your head back to him. "You earned it," he whispered, winking at you with his deep, husky voice.

Calum:

So I'ma care for you, you, you; I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah; 'cause girl you're perfect, you're always worth it, and you deserve it.

"How do you want it tonight baby? It's your day." Calum smiled down at you as he hovered over your body laying flat on the bed beneath him. Typical nights, Calum treated you incredibly wonderful, but since it's your birthday, he decided it was time to up his game. Your smile reached up to kiss his, sending shivers down your spine. "I want to take it slow," you responded. "Anything for you baby girl," he breathed on your neck, letting his lips attach. The whole night, he did everything you wanted without hesitation and very, very well. He made you feel, well, perfect and cared for. You felt like you were on cloud nine and you never wanted to leave. His lips traced your outline, from top to bottom, every inch was covered with love and lust. Your could barely speak you were so high on him. "Fuck Cal..." You whispered as he lay next to you, once finally finished, his large arms wrapped around you and fingers drawing lazy lines along your forearm. "Happy birthday love."

Luke:

You know our love would be tragic, so you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind; we live with no lies, hey, hey, you're my favorite kind of night.

"Hey (Y/N)?" Luke asked you one night as you two found yourselves on the couch, not even being able to make it to the bedroom before things got heated. "What?" Your response seemed sharp but you hadn't intended it that way for your sole focus was on his body not his words. "Never mind..." He whispered, your lips stopping their contact with his neck to look at him. "No, Luke, what's up?" You asked with a calmer tone. He shrugged, looking down and then back at you, "do you think there's any... love in this-whatever we have?" You cocked your head at his high pitch, clearing your throat. "Well... I haven't given it much thought but I don't think there is... we said there wasn't going to be. Why? Luke, if you're-" His hands waved to cut you off. "No! I... I just was thinking out loud..."His voice seemed to be lying to you and you weren't going to take it. "We promised we'd never lie to each other Luke. What's going on?" He sighed and darted his eyes to avoid any type of contact. "I might have developed little feelings but I know if we did fall in love it would be a disaster and what we have now is perfect and I love getting to see you on the nights you call me. I've been trying to forget about these feelings but I don't know what to do with them." He said in all one breath to leave you in shock. You waited a few seconds before finally answering, "maybe... maybe we need to take a break and see what happens..." You whispered. Luke vigorously shook his head, his eyes popping. "No! No, I love seeing you and spending time-" You sighed, "that's the problem." His eyes swelled, looking as if he was about to burst out and cry at any moment, that his heart had just shattered. "Please don't (Y/N)..."