Luke: You sat back in the newly bought massage chair that just arrived last night. It took you and Luke all morning trying to set it up and to reward yourself for such hard work you gave the chair a try.
“So how’s it feel?” Luke asked.
“Calm down, I haven’t even turned it on yet.” You reply. You scan over the remote pressing the large red button. The chair soon started to buzz and knead your back and calves.
“Ugh… This is unbelievable…” You moan.
You continued to moan and groan as the chair shook your tense muscles.
“So…” Luke gulped.
You rested your head back, closing your eyes.
“…h-how is it?” He stuttered.
“Oh it’s great.”
You opened your eyes to see Luke standing in front of you, sweating and looking at you with such lustful eyes. You turn your attention to the tent in his jeans and choke back a laugh.
He notices that you see his erected willy, “quit your moaning.” He orders.
“Why?” You smirk, “does it turn you on?”
“Maybe… Now quit it.”
Just to get a good laugh you lean your head back again, making your moans even more seductive.
“Fuck you,” he mumbles biting his lip.

Michael: “Want to work out with me, Michael?” You asked.
He sat on a chair in the workout room, looking down at his phone.
“No thanks,” he says.
You shrug and start your warm ups, stretching, jogging in place, jumping jacks, and more stretches.
You prepare yourself to start thirty squats, turning up some music. You face yourself in the mirror, your back to Michael, and did squats to the beat of the music. Occasionally singing along. You look in the mirror, seeing Michael in the back squeezing and adjusting his crotch.
“Michael, what are you doing?” You ask as you bend over to touch your toes, back still to him.
“You’ve got a nice ass, that’s all.” He gulps.
You laugh, “play with your dick somewhere else. I’m working out.”
“But I want to watch,” he whines.
“Whatever. Just don’t touch yourself,” you smirk, bending over again.
“No promises,” he winks.

Ashton: You sat in front of Ashton’s drum kit, touching the thin plastic layers with your fingers tapping them every once in a while. You took off your sweater, now only wearing a loose tank top and started to beat those drums. Lifting your arms so high then bring them down to make loud sounds.
You didn’t notice that Ashton had walked in the room, he looks at you with such passion as you played. You can feel his eyes burning a stare at you but was surprised that he appeared in front of you that you screamed and threw a stick across the room.
“That was fucking hot,” he comments.
“Ash—”
He points to the noticeable boner in his shorts, “look at what you’ve done.”
You gasp, “ahaha! Oh my goodness!” You giggle.
“Take my hand,” he says, offering you to take his hand.
You take it without hesitation, he leads you out.
“Where are we going?” You giggle.
“To take a shower,” he says. “Look how sweaty you are.”

Calum: You were baby sitting your neighbors infant while they were on their date night. Calum had came over to keep you company as you watched over the baby. You sat on the couch, watching Tv as Calum sat next to you holding the baby up to where he was standing on Calum’s legs. The cute baby started to bounce and make cooing sounds, you and Calum laughed at such cuteness.
“He is so cute, oh my goodness.” He repeats.
You nod.
“I bet if you were holding him it would be twice the cuteness.” He tells you, handing the small child to you.
“Haha, oh Calum,” you blush.
You take the baby from him, making the baby face you. He started to smile and bounce. The small boy took his hand and tried to touch your face, missing by miles. Instead he grabbed the top of your shirt, pulling it down, exposing your white laced bra and your boob.
“Oh geez,” you exclaim, quickly pulling your shirt back up.
Calum giggle, “I saw the titty,” he joked.
You looked at his lap to see a strained lump, pointed at it and laughed.
You both sat on the couch, laughing. The small baby laughing along not even knowing what truly happened just then.