Warning: Contains Sexual Content, Weed, and Drinking. View At Your Own Risk!!!
Calum: His arm hung loosely over your shoulder, eyes sparkling in the light. The alcohol was clear in his veins, and his laughter was contagious. "Body shots?" Calum asked, mumbling into your ear. A grin made its way onto your lips, and you nodded eagerly at his words. Your mind was clouded by the alcohol, and you found yourself taking off your shirt. Spring Break was always something college kids lived for, everyone heading out to amazing places; Miami being one of them. Going with the norm, you went to Miami too, befriending Calum on your second day there. Clearing the bar, you laid on top of it, and Calum sprinkled salt onto the valley of your breasts. You placed the lime in your mouth, and watched as he drowned the tequila shot. Lust filled your eyes as you felt his warm tongue lick the salt off, lightly sucking on your cleavage. Calum smirked lifting his head to take the lime from your lips. His teeth bit into the bitter fruit before pulling it away, and kissing you. You moaned into the kiss, placing your hand on the back of his head to deepen it. "My turn," you hummed out, breaking the kiss. He scratched the back of his neck, moving aside, and helping you off the bar. The night was still young, and the two of you were going to get shitfaced.
Ashton: Your fingers clawed at his back, feeling his muscles flex each time he pushed into you. "Fuck," you squeaked, head falling back as Ashton gave a sharp thrust. You didn't expect your Spring Break to end up like this: under the body of a sexy hot guy. You had met Ashton on your day of sight seeing Sydney, Australia. It was like love at first sight, Spring Fling that could actually end up being something more. After a few dates, you both had grown close, and now things were intimate. His lips ghosted over the side of your neck, pants leaving his mouth as his pace picked up. Ashton let out a groan, nibbling onto your shoulder as he hiked your leg up more. He was in deep, hitting all the right spots. Your moans reached a high pitch, and he pulled out. Flipping the two of you over, so that you were on top. You sunk down on his length, biting onto your bottom lip to quiet your moans. He watched you with lust clouded eyes, one hand reaching up to massage your right breast. "Ride me baby girl," he whispered, slightly bucking his hips up. You let out a soft whine, gripping his shoulders tight as you grind down on him in figure eights. Ashton moaned, resting his hands on your hips, guiding you. He planned to go all night, making sure you wouldn't be able to walk the next morning.
Michael: "No way," Michael said, folding his arms over his chest. You pouted at him, mimicking his stance. "At least try it! Come Mikey, it's Spring Break," you whined, "At least try it once." He rose an eyebrow at your words, watching as someone handed over the blunt. "Y/N, that could be laced with something, be careful!" he quickly said, letting out a sigh of frustration when you took a hit. You inhaled the smoke, then released it. "Just one hit," you whispered, snaking your arms around his neck. "You're peer pressuring me," he mumbled, watching you take another hit. You gave him puppy dog eyes holding out the blunt, "Just one," you giggled. Michael sighed, grabbing the blunt, and staring at it. He chewed on his bottom lip, and brought the blunt up, wrapping his lips around it. You grinned as he inhaled, "Hold it in," you said, "Now release." Michael blew out the smoke, and he could feel a tingle run through his body. "Wasn't that bad," he commented, taking another puff. You started to bounce on the balls of your feet, pulling him over to the bonfire where everyone else was getting high. "Tonight, we live on the edge," you told him, pulling him in for a kiss. Neither of you had been high before, but tonight you were going to be.
Luke: He watched you dance on top of the bar, your hips swaying to the music. This was a side of you that Luke has never seen. At school you were on edge. Getting to class on time, having everything go perfectly, a schedule for everything. He was actually surprised that you said yes to going on Spring Break with him. Luke liked you a lot, and you liked him too. Now that there was a break, you could let your hair down, and be free. "LUKE!" you shouted once you had spotted him. You held out your hands, and he helped you off the bar. "I've been looking for you," you slurred, starting to run your fingers through his hair. He smiled at your words, and you pulled him into a back room. "How much have you had to drink?" he asked, stumbling back when you had pushed him down into a chair. You ignored his question, plopping down hard onto his lap. A groan left Luke's lips, and he stared at you with wide eyes. "Y/N," he said, trying to get your attention. Your fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt, and he repeated his question. "You ask too many questions," you huffed, cupping his cheeks, and giving him a passionate kiss. He moaned into the kiss, resting his hands on your hips. You smiled, starting to grind your crotch into his. "That's better," you whispered, pulling off your shirt, and starting to pepper his chest in love bites. Luke shook his head, knowing he wasn't going to let this go as far as a make out session. Refusing to hookup with you while you're drunk.
