5 Seconds of Summer preferences

#94 We can't stop: 4/4 song preference

Dedicated to @/BethCliffran because she left me a very lovely inbox. And if you think the Michael ones killed you before I can't wait for you to read this one.
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MICHAEL:

"So ladadidadi we like to party, dancing with molly, doin whatever we want.."

"You're sure about this..?" You nervously asked once more looking down at the small white tablet in your hand marked with an M. "Babe.." Michael used his large hand to pull your chin up to look him in the eye. "It's a drug of course it's not a 100% safe but you won't hallucinate..it'll just make this good time we're having better." You still weren't sure if you were totally ready to try this but you trusted your boyfriend and you didn't want to disappoint him so instead of making him explain everything again you shut your eyes and opened your mouth awaiting him to put the pill in your mouth. "Lift your tongue love." He coaxed with his warm tempting voice. You obeyed and felt the pill almost immediately dissolve as he dropped it in. You blinked a couple of times attempting to taste it. "It's flavor-less." He chuckled. "I don't feel anything." You said, taking in your surroundings. "You will." Lets go dance. He took you by the wrist and led you back onto the crowded deck where everyone was jumping and grinding to the beat. A couple of minutes into the song your head began swimming and the dizziness had you weary. He placed your arms upon his broad shoulders and he placed his hands firm on your hips, encouraging you to dance. You took his hint and spun around to grind against him with the rhythm of the song. Dancing quickly turned to groping until he turned you back to bring the two of you face to face. His darkened green eyes stared into yours for a few moments while he ran his thumb across your lips silently. Your hands slid up his neck and into his hair as he began kissing you fast and hard, nearly drawing blood. His strong arms held you so tight it was impossible to struggle against him, but honestly you didn't feel the desire to fight him anyway.
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ASHTON:

"It's our party we can do what we want to, it's our house we can love who we want to, it's our song we can sing if we want to, it's my mouth I can say what I want to.."

The room was thick with smoke, almost to the point of invisibility, and the multi-colored lights and bass heavy music only added to the effect. Ashton always threw the best parties. He had the best drinks, the best weed and of the course the best music. There was never a dull moment. His only rule was there are no rules and typically the people who came to his parties abided by that rule rather well. The spare rooms were always loaded with swinging couples, the main living room was full of sweaty people twerking and grinding to the latest rave hits and his backyard was typically full of the mouthy fighting drunks whom he didn't let in the house with the others. But no matter how crazy his frequent houseparties got, he always managed to keep other girls off of him and keep you, his girlfriend, by his side. If he was getting himself something to drink he'd grab you something as well. If he was taking a hit off of the bong, he'd pass it to you first. At some point in the night one of you would end up dragging the other into the middle of all the drunks to dance. And of course there were always the party quickies. Usually he'd grab your hand and tug you upstairs into the bathroom and sit you up on the sink, quickly stripping you of your shorts, and dropping his jeans to his ankles as he wasted no time before sliding his only slightly hardened length into you and pounding it out as he used a hand to cover your mouth to conceal the loud moans. As if anyone would've heard you over the music downstairs anyway. Once you both finished you'd hop back into your clothes before anyone came barging in.
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LUKE:
"If you're not ready to go home, can I get a hell no, Cuz we're gonna go all night til we see the sunlight alright.."

Your muscles were aching from the past hours of non-stop movement from dancing and just running around the party being an idiot. Instead of interupting Luke's conversation to whine to him about your drunken problems, you grabbed another triple malt and took a seat next to his feet where he was standing. "Hold on just a min-" He told the guy he was speaking to as he crouched down to your level. "Everything alright babe?" He seemed concerned and for some unknown reason that turned you on...massively. "Yea it's just a headache..it'll pass." You said taking another swig of your drink as he stroked your hair from your face. "Do we need to go home?" He asked softly. "What? Hell no. I'm going all night." You said as you sood up quickly, almost losing your balance. Hours seemed to fade into minutes while you were dancing, laughing and taking more shots. Sure the two of you may have left the party with less cash and memory and more bruises and stories but what the hell you're young and that's what it's all about right? Making memories.
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CALUM:
"Red, cussing, sweaty bodies everywhere, hands in the air like we don't care. Cuz we came to have so much fun now, think somebody here might get some now.."

Calum had just bought your third drink and at this point you were starting to feel the buzz from the alcohol. The club he brought you to was really nice and very exclusive. You loved it though because it was based off of the movie 'Saturday night fever' and was a complete replica of a 1970's disco. Just as 'Stayin alive' came on your eyes widened as you took one last shot and slammed the glass down. "This is my jam!" You cheered. He laughed at your drunken silliness as you danced in place before grabbing his wrist and dragging him down to the main dance floor. After a couple more songs and non-stop dancing he looked a bit winded to say the least. But luckily for him a slower song with a heavier beat came on. "Y/n, are we going back for another drink or-" You cut him off with a shush and your finger on his lips. You swayed your hips, signaling him to dance on you and he obeyed. The bass was thumping and the two of you were so zoned in on each other that it what as if you were the only two in the room. You turned around to grind your bum into his groin which only lasted a minute or so before he spun you back around to face him and take your bottom lip in between his teeth, before kissing and nibbling his way down your neck. His erection was obvious under his jeans as he rubbed it against your thigh to show you what you've done to him. No one noticed as your fingers slipped slightly into the front of his jeans, taunting him. Your skin made a pop sound as he sharply pulled away from your neck, his sudden stopping worried you. "Is there a problem?" You asked nervously. "Yea, um, my place or yours?" He asked biting his lip, looking down at you.
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