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He stares at your butt

Calum: Your fingertips just brush the jar of nutella before you fall back to your heels and sigh in frustration. The jar is so close, if you just try one more time - “Need some help with that?” He chuckles when you jump at the sound of his voice. “I’ve got it.” Your fingertips brush it again and you falter once more, an angry blush flushing your cheeks to a deep pink, a frustrated huff escaping your lips. “Okay, maybe I don’t got it.” His lack of response causes you to turn and stare at him with a bemused expression. You laugh out loud when his eyes snap up from your butt and towards your eyes, a deep blush forming on his cheeks. “Take a picture, babe. It lasts longer.” A smirk curls on his lips as he presses you to the counter, his hands traveling towards your butt. “It’s a bit different for me.” His breath is hot against your ear. “For me, the feeling lasts longer.” You smile, your lips so close that they brush lightly against his. “Well you’d better get the nutella then,” He bites down on his bottom lip as you whisper against his mouth. “Because I think we’ll be needing it.”

Ashton: "Can I help you?" You ask quizzically once you step off of the elliptical machine, wiping the sweat that accumulated on your brow during your workout. He isn’t more than twenty years old, the boyish features and softness of his cheeks a key indication to his young age. He blushes deeply and starts to stutter as his hazel eyes meet yours. "I..I was just admiring your form." The expression on his face after the words leave his mouth is absolutely priceless as he realizes just how arrogant he sounds. His cheeks redden as you giggle softly, slinging the damp towel over your shoulder and watching him intently. "That was a really dick move, sorry," He scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. "It won’t happen again, I promise." After glancing apologetically at you once more he turns to leave, but something inside you causes your hand to wrap around his firm bicep in an effort to get him to stay. The smooth muscle tenses beneath your touch and you let go after realizing what you’d just done. He turns around with a small smile on his face as you blush. "It’s okay." Your blush deepens. "I kind of liked it, actually."

Luke: "Let’s go, Luke! Don’t want to be late to your own party!" His footsteps bound down the stairs as you bend over the adjust the straps of your heels, shifting slightly so your dress doesn’t reveal anything significant. The dress is shorter than you remember it being, but you love it so much that you can’t bear to leave it hanging in your closet - especially on Luke’s birthday. You feel eyes on your lower backside as you straighten yourself up and walk towards the door. "I’ll start the car, babe. Meet me out there when you’re done!" As soon as the door opens you’re spun around and pushed against it, your back hitting the wood and causing it to shut abruptly. His lips hover above yours as he grips your lower backside. "As long as you’re in that dress," His breath fans across the sensitive skin of your collarbone, sending shivers up your spine. "I don’t think we’ll be going anywhere tonight." His hushed words are all it takes for you to smash your lips to his, his mouth immediately opening in shock as he gasps against you due to the forward action. "No," You pant once you pull away, lips swollen. "I don’t think we will be."

Michael: "I can’t believe this is actually happening," You murmur in to his chest as you dance in the center of the room, all eyes on your white dress while you exchange whispers with your husband. "Well, you’ve been planning it for about six months now so.. I really hope that you know what’s going on." His words cause you to chuckle softly before slapping his chest. "That’s not what I mean, doofus. I mean the fact that we’re married - really, truly together for the rest of our lives." He spins you around as the music grows louder, dipping you at the waist. It might be the bubbles of champagne going to your head, but you swear his eyes linger on the curve of your lower backside as he pulls you back up and closer towards his chest. "I can’t believe that I’ve got this ass for the rest of my life." His hands travel past the lace of your gown and towards your butt, causing you to slap them away from the eyes of your family members. "Keep it in your pants, babe. We’ve got an entire lifetime to do that." His green eyes light up with amusement as he stares down at you. "A lifetime of sex?" He chuckles, his lips ghosting across yours. "I like the sound of that."

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