don't worry ya horny lil shits, not much smut here bc writing it makes me really uncomfortable
btw request part two c:
Ashton: "When are you gonna come back home?" You whined, rolling over on your bed as you held the phone against your ear. It's been days since you last saw your best friend Ashton, he's away for a couple of days since he went on a roadtrip with Calum and a few mates. You wanted to come along with him too, but your mum wouldn't let you go on the roadtrip because you were the only girl there. Even if she did trust Ashton, she didn't really know any of the other guys that were coming to the trip with him. You understood of course, she was only concerned about you and she knows really well what would happen if a teenage girl was stuck with about five hormonal teenage boys. You were bound to get fucked one way or another, orgy or not. "Don't worry, we're driving back home right now and I'll be there in about three hours," Ashton replies from the other line. You can hear sounds of bickering and some Good Charlotte in the backround, making you chuckle and roll your eyes. "Right, you better hurry soon because I've missed you so much," You pouted, and lowered your voice as you whispered ever so quietly, "And I think I've missed the feeling of you inside of me too, it's been about four days since then and I'm aching for you," Your lips twitched into a smirk at the sound of Ashton gulping, and you could tell that he was imagining you naked again. You were feeling a bit devillish this afternoon, and you were just dying to have him pin you up against the wall tonight, sucking on your collarbones harshly as he would whisper things about being you a tease. "E-erm, please don't do this to me right now," Ashton nervously mumbled. You really wanted to stop because he was sounding desperate, but his pleading just egged you on. You started to twirl your hair in between your fingers and smirked as you continued, "I'm feeling extra kinky tonight though Ash, I think I'm up for some tying up. What do you think? Do you reckon it'd be really hot to see me all tied up and bound with scarves?" You could hear the boys laughing in the background and Ashton yelled at them to shut up, before answering to you again. "P-please, now's not the time. Can you please wa-wait till tonight to do this to me?" You giggled, enjoying how he was getting all flustered in front of his friends but you weren't gonna stop. You needed one more push to drive him over the edge, so you decided on the one thing that would drive him insane. "Alright then daddy, anything you say," You heard someone mutter a string of curse words in the background, and you could tell that it was your best friend. You heard Calum's familiar laughter and manly screams in the background as well, but one sentence caught your attention, causing you to burst out laughing. "Ashton has a boner!" You could hear Ashton shush whoever shouted that, and you imagined him getting all red and embarrassed because his mates saw his hard-on. It was inappropriate because they were all guys there, but they knew that Ashton was talking to you. You've been best friends with Ashton for three years, since you moved to a new state and met him. You became instant friends as you both shared a love for bandanas and Nirvana, and your friendship has been strictly platonic until a few months ago when you decided to lose your v-cards to each other. Neither of you wanted to lose them to random people in parties or anyone who wanted to get into your pants, you both wanted to lose it to someone who meant a lot to you, so you settled on each other. Afterwards, both of you actually liked it but didn't want a relationship so you decided to label your relationship with him as best friends with benefits. "I guess I'll see you tonight then? Bye Ash," He tried to protest, but you quickly hung up on him with a laugh.
Michael: You came to the bar with your friend because she dragged you out here to see this new band that got booked tonight. You really weren't feeling up to it but she still insisted on seeing the band, you weren't really listening to her rambling in the car but you did hear her mention that it was composed of four cute guys about your age, so why the hell not? If they had talent and were actually cute, you'd consider coming to the bar more often to see them play. You heard someone talking on the microphone, which caused you to turn around to look at the four boys standing on the stage. You eyed each and every one of them, smirking to yourself when you agreed with your friend - all of them really were cute, but the pale one with the faded dark hair on the left side of the stage caught your attention though. He was wearing a black Metallica singlet, some black skinny jeans and black combat boots, he had this whole punk thing going on despite his fading hair color which made his hair look a tad brown. He also had guyliner on, which looked really good on him and made his green eyes stand out a little more. The blonde boy with the lip ring then started to speak, introducing themselves as 5 Seconds of Summer and they each began to introduce themselves individually. The boy with the faded hair was named Michael, and you swore you two held eye contact for about three seconds before he turned his attention to his bandmate, Ashton. They played a few songs, and you actually liked their sounds. They reminded you of All Time Low and Mayday Parade, which were both really great bands and you wanted to listen to more of them but sadly, all gigs must come to an end. They all played their final song for the night before heading backstage, making the place less livelier than it was before. You sighed, leaning against the wall as you took a small sip of your drink, taking in the surroundings. "Hey there," You heard a rather soft voice, making you look up at whoever tried to speak to you. Your eyes were met with gorgeous jade green ones, making your breathing hitch as you looked at him up and down. He was so much taller than you, he seemed to be about six feet tall and he was even more gorgeous up close, he even smelled kinda musky too, you liked it. "Hi, Michael right?" Your lips twitched into a small smile when his green eyes widened slightly. He nodded, leaning against the wall beside you, "Yeah, my name's Michael. I'm part of that band that just played," He says, making you giggle slightly. "I know that dummy, I was listening to you guys play. You were all pretty good, you sound a bit like my favorite bands and I like your style," You gestured toward his singlet, which made him look down at what he was wearing. "Are you one of those guys who wear these things but don't really listen to the band because if you are, I'm so gonna walk away from you right now." Michael let out a light chuckle and ran his chubby little fingers through his hair, it was then when you noticed that he had finger tattoos. It was definitely hot, you thought as he bit down on his ridiculously pink lips. "Metallica's great, my favorite song from them is Fuel," He replied, making you smile. "Well, Michael, you're a pretty okay guy. That's my favorite too and I think that deserves a drink," You winked, downing everything in your glass in one go. You introduced yourself to the boy, and your mind got messed up with all the alcohol you took in but you were still sober enough to know what you were doing. One thing led to another though, and you found yourself driving him home to your house and the next thing you knew, you woke up naked in your bed with a naked Michael sleeping right next to you.
Calum: Calum Hood is an asshole. He thinks he's all that just because he was a pro footballer in your school, just because he's more attractive than anyone else in your year, just because he's one of the most popular people in this campus. He pushes people away and takes advantage of them for his own gain, which is why you wanted nothing to do with him at all. Although everyone knew of Calum's reputation, everyone still wanted to befriend him as he was one of the popular people in the school. Once you befriended Calum Hood, you would also became known around the school and people thrived for the attention, but not you. You actually just preferred to stay invisible to almost anyone because you hated the attention, but you weren't totally invisible. You're friends with a handful of people from each of your classes and you weren't really socially deprived, which was good. You weren't really a goody-goody and you liked to sleep in class a lot, which causes you a whole lot of trouble, but not enough trouble to garner too much attention from people. And today was one of those days where you were called out for sleeping in class, causing you to get detention once more. You were used to detention because you've fallen asleep in class almost everyday in a week, and you did nothing but sleep there anyways because the teacher usually steps out after ten minutes. But you were slightly peed off because you didn't have your usual company in detention today, none of the people you used to get detention with were here today and the only other person with you in the room was none other than Calum Hood. You felt really awkward since you've never actually spoken to this kid before, but you didn't want to get caught up in any shit with everyone so you just chose to ignore him for the rest of the hour. But that clearly didn't work because he took a seat next to you and started talking to you, "Hey there." You didn't want to get caught up with shit, but you guessed that talking to him wouldn't hurt. You just had to stand him for another hour and you would be free of him until the next time you cross paths. "Hi," You answered, not bothering to look up from your fingers. "My name's Calum-" "Yeah, I know who you are." You cut him off, glancing at him quickly before looking away. "Everyone knows who you are, I think you already know that," He began to tap his fingers onto the desk with a sigh. "Sometimes, I don't want everyone to know who I am. I mean, yeah this popularity is good but it just doesn't give me any privacy sometimes and space." Your eyebrows met in confusion, and you turned to face him this time, the fear of looking at him fading. "I thought you absolutely loved all the attention," You watched as he shrugged, running a hand through his messy black hair. "The attention's fine, but I don't like how people just want me for their own gain. Most of the people who want to be my friend only wanna befriend me because I could make them popular, no one just wants to be my friend because they like me as a person, they're only after popularity." You realized that you never once considered how he felt, it was true though as you mentioned before, people want to befriend him because they would get popular. You felt really bad for him now, and felt bad for judging him immediately. "So you act like an ass to people because you want to push the people away?" He nodded, "I do that to see who actually would care enough to bring down the walls, or if they're actually that desperate for popularity. No one ever bothered though, maybe except Michael, Ashton and Luke." You felt really bad now, you now understood why he acted like a huge asshole to everyone and you saw the crack behind his mask, he was a sensitive boy who also had feelings, he wasn't a monster like everyone says he is, he's actually human, like all of us. You wrapped your arms around him, comforting him. He seemed surprised at first, but you found him hugging you back which made you smile. He pulled away, muttering a thank you and you finally introduced yourself to him. You two then began talking about the girls who tried to get into his pants for the attention and you found yourself laughing ad his sense of humor. He wasn't who everyone thought he was, and you were both surprised and glad. "I bet none of those girls wanted to do it with me because they want to," He laughed, shaking his head but you pouted. "I'd want to," You said, flushing as the words left your mouth. His lips pulled into a smirk, and he raised an eyebrow at you, "Really? Do you want to do it with me now then?"
Luke: "No, this is wrong," Luke says, reaching over to correct the solution you've done to the problem he's given you. You let out a groan, rubbing your temple with your fingers as it's already aching due to all the maths in your head. The attractive blonde boy beside you is Luke Hemmings, one of the guys in your class. He's probably the smartest kid you know, and your maths teacher actually suggested that you get him as your tutor, because you've been failing almost every test now and you needed to get your grades up soon or you're gonna have to retake Algebra. So you invited Luke over to your house for some tutoring, and of course, he agreed because he was such an angel and wanted to help you out with your grades. You've never told anyone but you actually had a little thing for little Luke over here, he wasn't the stereotypical nerd with the huge black rimmed eyeglasses, some braces and multiple freckles decorating their faces. He was far from that, he had this blonde hair quiffed up and he had a few freckles scattered on his skin, they were all really adorable. He also had beautiful ocean blue eyes that could leave you breathless and he had a lip piercing, too. You bit down on your bottom lip as he continued to explain the problem to you, but you were finding it really hard to concentrate because he was really close to you, you could smell his perfume and you could feel his breath on your skin now. To make matters worse, Luke was wearing all black today which actually turned you on, you loved it when he wore black because it suited him really well. You breathed out a sigh, feeling your wetness growing and you pushed yourself off the chair you were seated in. "C-can we take a break? I'm having a headache and I don't really get this," You turned around, shutting your eyes as you hope Luke didn't see that you were already blushing. You heard Luke's footsteps from behind you and you heard him reply, "Yeah sure, we should take a little break. I'm kinda tired too," You turned on your heel to see that Luke was already seated on the edge of your bed, leaning against his arms behind him. He was staring down at the floor, playing with his lip ring using his tongue and you tried to keep the thoughts out of your mind as you walked over to him. "I'm sorry that I'm such a bad student, it's alright if you just give up on me now," It was true, you were a shit student and you felt bad because he had to put up with you. He was trying his best to help you learn all this algebra, but you weren't getting anywhere at all as you still couldn't understand how to do all this shit. You also felt bad because it felt like you forced Luke onto this, he was tutoring you for absolutely nothing in return and you felt like you needed to give back to him somehow. You still had to think of a perfect thank you for him, nothing's come to you yet but you hope that it comes to you soon. "No, it's alright. Don't think that, you're a really good student, you're just having a hard time getting the lesson to your head." Luke smiled, as he ran his long fingers through his quiff. Yeah, I'm having a hard time getting the lesson to my head because you're absolutely distracting, you little shit, you thought. "I just feel like I needed to repay you for putting up with me," You began to play with your fingers, clasping and unclasping them as you thought of something to repay him with. "You don't have to, it's totally fine," Luke shoots you a grin, making you smile back at him. The way he looked at you made you groan, and you found yourself straddling Luke the next second. "Wh-what are you doing?" Luke nervously asked, as you pressed kissed onto his neck, sending shivers up his spine. "I think I know how to repay you now," You giggled, biting down on his skin softly before proceeding to suck on it, making him moan a little. "I-I don't-" "Shh," you silenced him by pressing your lips onto his, running your fingers through his blonde hair, messing it up. You pulled away with a smirk, and Luke nodded rapidly as he placed his hands on your bum hesitantly, "O-okay then. Go ahead."