how to have sex with a rock star || lh

12.

heyo

q: what color was michael's hair when you started liking 5sos?

i'm pretty sure he bleached his hair white right as/a couple days after i ~joined the fandom~ ((is this right information grace??))

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I felt the plush bed shift, causing me to wake up.

Normally, I'd groan and want to bury myself into my bed and throw my alarm clock across my room,

But this morning was different.

I wasn't in my boring room being awoken by my annoying alarm, I was in Luke Hemmings' hotel room, waking up because Luke Hemmings was getting out of bed from right next to me.

The sun was shining through the window that took up nearly the entire wall of the hotel and gave the entire room a heavenly feel, and I felt like I was sitting on a pillow from how soft and cushiony the bed was and how clean and white it was.

I peeked out of the sheet that was covering my entire body to see that Luke had gotten out of bed. The bathroom door shut a few seconds after, startling me. I was easily scared, though, so it wasn't much of a surprise.

I let out a light sigh and couldn't help but smile to myself.

It was exactly how I imagined my first time would be. His lips barely left mine for five seconds and his touch was gentle yet I could almost still feel his fingerprints on me.

Not only was it everything I imagined, it was more. It was so, so much more.

He made me feel like I was the only girl that mattered to him.

He would keep mumbling things like "you're so perfect.." and "I'm so fucking lucky."

He made me feel like a princess that deserved the best treatments and I had never felt so confident before.

And after we had both finished, he laid beside me and pushed my messy hair out of my face with his fingers that were calloused from playing guitar so much.

"I love you, Kristen." He said, his voice gruff and panting lightly. His blue eyes were shining under the dim light and he looked flawless with his hair messed up from me running my hands through it and with beads of sweat at the top of his forehead and with his lips slightly parted as he breathed.

I couldn't help but run my small, trembling hand down his jawline and pull his lips to mine before I whispered back to him. "I love you, too." through pants.

My stomach almost flipped when I remembered his tone of voice and the look he had in his eyes when he said that he loved me. When you say it over texts, it didn't seem to mean as much. But hearing the word fall from his lips felt so real.

It didn't hurt as bad as I expected it to, and when I woke up, I was only slightly sore. I had heard a million times that it could be different for every girl, though, since there were so many different factors.

I never knew anything could ever feel so good before, and when I thought about it, there was nothing I would've wanted to change about that night.. He was perfect.

As I was reliving the events of the night before, Luke came out of the bathroom, shirtless, and he walked to the corner of the room to pull on a pair of his black jeans.

If I had a dick, I probably would've had a boner.

I tried to be secretive and quiet as I watched him, but he eventually spotted me eyeing him and he let out a low chuckle.