5SoS Preferences

Come over here and make me...

Calum: "Come over here and make me," you invited with a smirk as you leaned lazily against the wall. Your friend Calum got up from his seat on the couch and was in front of you before you knew it. He stood mere inches in front of you, looking down at you with intense eye contact. "Stop flirting with me," Calum commanded, trying to sound stern. The smirk playing at his lips gave him away. "You're just telling me," you pointed out, poking him in the chest, challenging him to do something. "I want you to make me." Calum gave in instantly. His hands pushed you harder against the wall, pulling at your clothes once his lips met yours.

Ashton: "Come over here and make me," your boyfriend, Ashton, challenged. His eyes danced with anticipation, but his jaw was set, as if preparing for a challenge. "Make you?" you echoed, sauntering toward your boyfriend, "I have to make you give me attention now?" "I'm just saying," Ashton explained casually, "I am having a fine time just playing Xbox, so if you wanna do something else it's gonna take some convincing." You were now directly in front of where Ashton was seated. You ran a hand absentmindedly through his hair. You did your best to look innocent as you met Ashton's gaze. "What kind of convincing?" you asked, slowly kneeling in front of him. "You're - you're on the right track," said Ashton, his voice an octave higher than usual in anticipation.

Michael: "Come over here and make me!" Michael taunted, splashing you again. You pulled your sunglasses down to give your boyfriend a warning look. He smiled mischievously from the pool. "I am tanning," you informed him, shutting your eyes again, "And if you splash me one more time I might kill you." Seconds later you felt an immense wave cover you. "Michael Clifford!" you squealed, getting to your feet in indignation. "That wasn't me!" Michael said quickly, looking at Luke. Luke grinned guiltily. "Well now I'm soaked," you sighed, "So I might as well join you." You jumped in, resurfacing in front of Michael to peck his lips. "You're welcome," Luke chuckled.

Luke: "Come over here and make me," you giggled. Only your eyes peeked out from below the sheets of Luke's bed. "Y/n," Luke groaned, "I have to leave, which means you have to leave." "But your bed is so comfy," you whined, pulling the blankets over your head. "Okay," said Luke, "I'll just leave you here then." You heard his bedroom door shut and you peered out, surprised he actually left. You were about to sit up when from the foot of the bed came a war cry. In a split second Luke was on top of you. "Your hands are cold!" you squealed as he tickled you. You kicked wildly until he pinned you down, forcing you to stay still while he mercilessly tickled your sides. Finally, the attack ceased. Luke smiled down at you as you caught your breath. "It's time to go," he giggled, pecking your lips before pulling you out of his bed.