1D & 5sos One Shots

Scarred For Life [Cake]

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIALL WE'RE GLAD IT WRKED OUT

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~*Mama Pigeon*~







Scarred For Life [Cake]~



3rd person POV:


"C'mon baby hurry up, I'm horny," Luke complained as Calum moved the band's damp clothes from washer to dryer.

Calum smiled but didn't let Luke see. "You can wait until I'm done switching the loads," he replied.

"But baaabbbee," whined Luke, slipping his arms around his boyfriend.

"Fuck off you horny bastard," Calum joked, twisting out of the blonde boy's grip. He began moving the clothes from washer to dyer once again.

"Make me," Luke whispered huskily.

"Lucas Robert Hemmings!" Calum cried, shoving his boyfriend. "I'm busy, go do it yourself!"

"Okay, but I'm just gonna be thinking of you, moaning and scream-"

"Luke!"

Luke laughed and Calum slapped his chest. "Ooo, he likes it rough."

Calum shoved him once more. "C'mon lovely, just let me fuck you. Really quick just right here," Luke begged.

The dark haired boy raised his eyebrows. "You want to fuck me in here? Where? On the washing machine?"

His boyfriend shrugged. "Sure."

"Luke," Calum gave him a disapproving look. "I was joking," he bent back down and finished switching out the laundry loads. "Okay, now we can go have sex if you really want to," the bassist started to leave the room before Luke stopped him.

"No," Luke said. "Let's do it in here,"

Calum opened his mouth to protest, but Luke cut him off. "No I'm serious! C'mon that'd be so hot, please baby,"

"No!"

"Please,"

"No,"

"Please,"

"No,"

"Please,"

"No,"

"Please,"

"No- ah! Fuck..." In this span of time, the blonde boy and begun kissing at his boyfriend's exposed neck and stripping himself of his shirt. "Jesus Luke," Calum gasped as Luke snuck his hand into his jeans. "Slow down," he grabbed Luke's wrist to stop him from going any further, pulling his hand out.

Calum connected their lips once again, relishing the taste of Luke's tongue in his mouth. The blonde boy smirked as his boyfriend gasped and groaned repeatedly.

Ashton wasn't expecting what he found as he entered the laundry room Saturday morning. He didn't expect to see Calum up on top of the washing machine, his jeans unzipped, his shirtless boyfriend between his legs working a hickey on his jawline. He wasn't expecting Calum's fingernails dug into Luke's shoulder's, his head tossed to the side, a look of pure ecstasy across his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ashton screamed frozen in his spot. Luke and Calum didn't even jump apart, the bassist (whose opinion about this whole idea had been flipped completely) just opened his eyes to glare at the drummer.

Ashton fled from the room screaming in pure horror. "MICHAEL MICHAEL MICHAEL!" He screamed for his boyfriend, running into the kitchen where he had left the guitarist.

"What?" Michael questioned him, confused.

"LUKE- LUKE A-AND CALUM, AND ME, AND I- I'M- SCARRED FOR LIFE!" He yelled. That picture would probably never leave his head. It would stay there. Permanently. Haunting him. Forever.

"What?" Asked Michael again.

"THEY WERE HAVING SEX IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM!" Ashton explained loudly, arms flailing, eyes wide.

"Actually," Luke said, walking into the kitchen, his boyfriend following, just now zipping his jeans. "We were about to have sex, but we were interrupted. Real mood killer by the way, Ash."

Michael burst out into a fit of laughter and ended up having to clutch his stomach and try not to fall over.

"You wouldn't be laughing if you had seen them," Ashton snapped. "It was disgusting. I have been scarred for life," Ashton then very literally shuddered.

Luke just rolled his eyes, fixed his hair and left along with Calum.

"See, I bet they're going up stairs to have sex," Ashton accused.

"Babe there's nothing wrong with having sex," Michael stated, still laughing a bit.

"Yeah, but there is something wrong with having sex all over our clean clothes," said Ashton.

"At least Luke can get some..." Michael muttered.

Ashton scoffed. "What's the supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what that's supposed to mean," Michael grinned stupidly, wrapping his boyfriend in his embrace. He pulled the drummer close to him and pecked his lips.






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that ending was almost as dumb as Ashtyn fuck

~Ashlyn bye