One Shots and Smuts

English Love Affair

(Yes, this is 5SOS smut. Don't judge me)

It was Saturday. My friend and I haven't gone out in ages, so I couldn't wait for us to get there. I took one final look at myself in the mirror. My complexion was pale, but I didn't care. I felt perfect. My black dress, sneakers and curled hair boosted my confidence. I was wearing bright red lipstick, and smoky eye makeup. Damn I'd do me, I thought to myself. I giggled at my thoughts, then headed out the door.

-At the club-

"I can't believe I let you drag me out here." My friend practically screamed over the loud music. I wasn't really listening to her, because I have been looking at this group of boys the whole time. From the information I have gathered, the one with the lip ring is Luke, the cutie with the bandana is Ashton, Calum is the one with the black and blonde streaks in his hair, but I don't know the name of the one with fiery red hair and an eyebrow piercing.

 "Are you even listening to me?!?!" Her voice snapped me back to reality.

 "No, I'm not. Sorry." She noticed I was staring at the group of guys on the other side of the bar. 

"Ohhh, I see what you're doing" She said, nodding her head. I took the last sip of my drink and walked over to them. 

"Hi, I'm y/n." I said, smiling and reaching out my hand for one of them to shake. The one with the name I didn't know reached out.

 "Hi, I'm Michael." He whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning on my neck. I felt myself go a little weak.

 "N-nice to meet you." I said, releasing his hand. For some reason my confidence had a sudden boost. 

"Do you want to dance with me?" I asked, grasping his hand again, and slowly pulling him onto the dance floor. He followed me and a smile slowly spread across his face.

 "What are you smiling for?" I asked. He pointed to his ear and shook his head, telling me that he didn't hear me. I leaned in and whispered.

 "What were you smiling for?" He chuckled, and responded with

 "Your ass looks really good in that dress." I blushed a little bit. I'm guessing that he saw that I was blushing because he then said, 

 "Don't worry. That's a good thing." I was surprised that he could tell that I was blushing over the sight of the strobe lights. My favorite song came on, and I squealed

 "This is my favorite song!" He laughed and said

 "I can tell." I started to bounce up and down, swaying my hips and bending my finger as a "Come here" signal. He walked towards me and bit his lip as he eyed me up and down. He started bouncing up and down in front of me. I laughed at his stupid looking dancing. I pulled his arm

 "Get your ass behind me." I wrapped him around me so I was grinding against his cock.

 "Do you want to hook up? I mean, like, as vulgar as that sounds..." I whispered in his ear. I had never been good with words. I heard him growl at my words.

 "Let's dance a little longer, I mean, if you don't mind dancing with me. This is your favorite song and all." He responded. 

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." I started grinding my ass into him like nobody else was watching. And that's how it felt. Like no one was watching. His hands snaked around, grabbed my hips, and moved me in time to the beat of the music. Fuck, he's good at this. 

"On second thought, can I take you up on that offer now?" 

"Yes, fuck. Please." I said, hoping he'd be quick. 

"You'll be saying that later." And winked as he grabbed his phone, said goodbye to his friends and the next thing I knew I was dragging him out of the bar and into my car. I kiss him as I open the door, our lips not detaching as we enter the car. My car was slightly cold, but I didn't care. I could feel his fingers trailing up my back. He left goosebumps everywhere his fingers went.

 "This needs to come off" I say, as I pull on his red and black flannel. He started to unbutton it, and I bit my lip as I watched him. He chuckled

 "You like what you see?" He asked me, undoing the last button... Damn, he looks better than I thought he would.... 

"Is that so?" He asked.

 "Did I say that out loud?" I ask, feeling my cheeks get red.

 "Yeah, but I don't mind." He leaned in and kissed me harder. I pulled his shirt off his arms and threw it in my front seat. I straddle his lap and started to lay kisses on his neck, grinding on his hips. His hands immediately went to grab my ass, helping me grind against him. He groaned into my ear at the new found friction.

"You know, we should probably get back to one of our places. Mine or yours?"

"Yours, please." He said, practically begging.

"Gladly." I said with a wink and hopped in the front seat. I couldn't think about anything else but getting home and getting fucked, but I had to focus on the road. Michael made it be easier. He climbed into the passenger seat and put his hand on my thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. He came close to my neck and started laying soft kisses on it, exhaling so I could feel the warmth, then inhaling quickly to feel the cold air. I couldn't focus at all. 

"Having a difficult time babe?" He asked really cocky like, smiling while his face was still buried in my neck.

A small "Mhm" escaped from the back of my throat, making him chuckle in response.

"Aww, look at you. Just a hand on your thigh and you completely crack under pressure." He smiled, knowing exactly how he was making me feel.