Michael: You and Michael were throwing a party. It’s almost 2am and things were beginning to die down, at least that’s what you had thought. You, Michael and some of your friends and his band were all gathered in a clump in your living room playing a harmless game of truth or dare. “Dare!” Michael yells confidently. He will never turn down a dare, no matter how bad it is. “Hmmm…” Ashton trails off. “I dare you to play too hot with Y/N.” You looked up from your corner of the couch and away from your phone, seeing Michael slowly strolling his way towards you. Before you could sit up and position yourself, Michael’s body was on top of yours, his hands above your head and on the wall. He’s at your lips in a matter of seconds. His tongue pressed against your bottom lip lightly and slowly, wanting an entrance. You gave in immediately, making things extremely heated. It became more and more difficult to not grab him and pull him down. The room is full of cheering and whistling, encouraging you not to lose this game. Seconds felt like minutes because you couldn’t even touch his arm right next to your cheek. All of a sudden, you were pulled up closer to Michael. He had a firm grip around your waist, allowing you little to no movement. “HA! I win!” You chant while moving your face away from his. “Fuck.” He mumbles on your lips. That’s when you started to hear your friends saying “Boooooo!” and “Go Y/N!” He climbed off of you and settled next to the spot next to you. He rests his head on yours and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pushing his lip to your ear. “We can finish this later, you deserve a prize for winning.” Your face flushes slightly. You look up to Michael who is talking about the next truth, a smug look on his face.
Ashton: ”Come on Ashton. We really have to finish this project.” Ashton was your neighbor, your best friend of 4 years, and now your chemistry partner. He was distracted by twitter, as always. His thumb has been scrolling for the past hour, ignoring the work that needed to be done. “Hey, Y/N?” He turned to you, focused on his phone still. You look up at him, noticing his eye brows were furrowed and he was biting his lip a bit. He only does this when he’s really focused on something, so you were guessing he found something useful. “What Ash?” You question, his eyes trailed up to yours, and then to your lips, then back to your eyes. “Have you ever heard of the game too hot?” He asks, eyes now focused on you. “Um..yeah. Why?” You gulp a little. You knew what Ashton was thinking, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. You both found each other attractive and you’ve been dared to kiss each other before, so why not? His eyes drag down to your lips again, “I think we should play.” A smirk appears on his lips as he pats his lap. You hesitate slightly, but make your way over to him and straddle him. His puts is hands on your thighs immediately. “Shit Ash, you already lost!” You laugh at him as we places his hands behind his head. Your hands were already above each of this shoulders, gripping the back of the chair. He leans into you, making sure not to touch your lips. His lips lingered over yours wanting a reaction from you. “Go.” You whisper. With those words his soft lips were pressed to yours. Yours seemed to move perfectly with his, which made your heart speed up. You decided to stir things up, wanting to win so bad. Your teeth caught his bottom lip and tugged. You released it, you could tell he was getting frustrated. You pulled the back of his neck, pulling him close to you. Ashton knew you had lost, but he didn’t break the kiss. He responded by wrapping one hand around your waist and another around your bum, closing any space possible. He picks you up from the chair, guiding you to your bed and placing you on your back gently. He hovers over you with a cheeky grin. “Let’s get to that project later.” You blush at his comment, your project didn’t seem all that important now.
Calum: “Fuck this is hard.” Calum groans as you’re kissing his neck. This had all started by simply tagging along with him to the studio, but now he was against the wall in an empty hallway in the building playing too hot for the first time. “I told you I’m really good at this game” You cockily replied back, making your way back to his lips. He was leaning against his hands behind him on the wall and you stuffed yours into your back pockets. He really wanted to start messing with you as he thought he could win this, so he pressed harder against your lips, deepening the kiss even more. A light moaned escaped your lips as he nipped at your sweet spot on your ear, returning the action. The feeling of his tongue on your neck was enough to push you over the edge, you removed your hands from your pockets as he made his way to your jawline. Before you could reach his shoulders, he grabbed your fore arms, pulling them down to your sides. Calum stood up straight, looking accomplished. “I win.” He states, then kissing your cheek. He made his way back to the studio. “Aren’t you coming along?” He questions you, seeing that you were still the the same spot before, completely baffled you had lost and that he walked away from the situation. “Uh…yeah. Just give me….God Cal, how did you win?” You can see him rolling his eyes with a smirk on his face. He opens the door to the recording booth, motioning for you to come along.
Luke: Luke was that really hot sophomore that every female upperclassman wanted a piece of. Luckily for you, he was in your AP Psychology class and you sat right next to him. You never hung out outside of the classroom, so seeing him at a party was an advantage to get to know him better. You two were together all night, drinking and dancing and laughing with each other. At first he was a little bit flustered around you, you being a pretty upperclassman. By the end of the night you were both completely trashed. You were in your friends car in the backseat with Luke, waiting for your designated driver to come take you both home. “Alright Luke,” you stumbled over your words. “I have a game for you.” You both started giggling, at this point everything was funny. “Let’s play too hot.” You whispered to him, leaning onto him a bit. It took him a couple seconds to process your words, but when he did he gulped. He looked at you with wide eyes. “Uh are you sure?” Luke asks, slurring his words. “Hell yeah I’m sure.” He shrugs and you both take off your seat belts. You moved in a bit closer so you would be able to reach him. “Ready?” He asks, giggling again as he leans towards you, You bit your lip and nod staring into his cloudy eyes. He kissed you even better than you imagined, even when he was trashed. His lips were plump and smooth, making you melt with every move. Luke bit your lip roughly, pulling and tugging. He pulled back for a second then crashed into you again, this time running his tongue along your lip. You could feel the liquor he had drank shortly before start to burn the torn skin on your lip. When things had started getting intense, he pushed your shoulders down quickly which made you lay all the way backwards in the seat. “Oops” he lets out, followed by a hiccup. “You aren’t too bad Luke, but you did lost so I’m this against you forever.” Without even a notice, he’s on top of you, leaving small bruises on your neck. You hear a door open and your friend gets inside. “I hope you didn’t have sex in the back of my car, I just got it cleaned.” You and Luke pull apart from each other as she makes her way to your homes dropping you off. You woke up the next morning, not remembering anything. You send yourself off to school with hickies hidden and a swollen lip. You headed to your psychology class, seeing Luke with his head down at his desk, hoodie draped over him. “Hangover?” You ask him, nudging his shoulder. He looks up at you with dead eyes, giving you a tired look. “Nice hickies, I wonder what ass gave you those.” He says to you, smirking. “I don’t remember.” You say, pressing your fingers to your temples, not caring about what boy left marks on you. “Oh really?” He questions you, an eyebrow raising. He searches his pocket pulling out his phone. “You haven’t seen the picture of you and him yet have you?” “Oh shit, there’s pictures?!” “Yep,” he turns the phone to you, showing you the image. You snatch the phone from his hands, studying it for a few seconds. “Is that…me and you?” You ask quietly, looking back up to him. “Uh, yeah.” He laughed at you knowing you felt embarrassed, but he tried making you feel better. “We were playing too hot, nothing major. I lost though.. I wasn’t too happy.” He give him his phone back, “I’m sorry, I was gone and-” “Not it’s fine, I enjoyed it. Really. Last night was really fun.” He gave you a little smile. “Maybe we can do it again sometime? Except no alcohol…and not with so many people…and not in the back of a car.” You both laughed, and you took his offer.
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