5SOS Imagines and Preferences

Sleeping: ALL

Bear with me!! I know this is weird cause it says 'ALL' but when it says that, I'm indicating this is a preference. Please keep this in mind as I am attempting to expand my writing into a larger vocabular and style. Can you guys maybe request some imagines/preferences/investors? These are going to be called preferences. Now: I shall start. Thank you for the reads by the way!! Almost at 100 I'm so happy about that!!
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How he wakes you up

Luke:

Luke has always been a very heavy sleeper. And keeping this in mind, it was always a difficult task for not just him: but the both of you waking up.

However: there were those amazing mornings when he woke up before you. And when that happened...you couldn't start your day any better.

"Baby..." A soft Boise mumbled, ripping you of your glorious sleep.

Lips sucked and kissed their paths on your neck. The smile on his lips contorted to a smirk.

Ever so lightly, he bit down with slight pressure. Your eyes clamped shut and your hands automatically intertwine into his dark golden locks as tiny little wipers left your lips.

"L-Lukey?" You half questioned half wimpered. Your eyes were still tightly screwed shut and your stomach was balling in nervousness. Not to mention the throbbing between your thighs.

"Mm yes Baby?" Luke purred, eyes darkening. Your shivered, the small contact of his teeth was enough to send you over.

His body moved from beside you to above you, his large frame making you tremble at the size difference.

"Baby girl...are you awake now?" Luke's internal sweet boy came back and took over, the slight fright you'd felt before began to fade but it didn't take the ache you felt inside.

You flipped Luke over and began to kiss down his neck, taking control until he was shivering.

"Your baby girl is growing up, hmm?"

Calum:

Every morning was an adventure with Calum Thomas Hood. He was an early riser, and never once had you woken up before him.

"Baaaaaaabe!" He moaned in mock anger, just slight annoyance. Who can function properly at 8 a.m.? Only Calum.
So, unlike his usual morning, he'd pull your panties down around your ankles, of course you'd only wear his shirt and underwear to bed.

After he'd gotten your panties off as well as your shirt (his shirt lol) and his boxeres he'd been wear, he'd tease your slit just the slightest, rubbing the head of his throbbing cock around to collect wetness, as well and pressing two calloused fingers to your clit.

Then, he'd slip in. Letting himself fill you up completely. He'd throw his head back ever so lightly when he'd feel your muscles clap around him. Even in your sleep you took him so well.

"Calum," you'd moan, feeling the sensation in your pussy, hearing the sound of him sliding in and out of you at an accelerating speed.

"Oh God Y/N you're so good. Fuck." After all of this action, you would both feel the tightening in your lower abdomen. The way your bodies tensed. And by that point, Calum would have his fingers pressing and and moving in semi hard circles on your clit.

Your eyes would never leave his gaze as you came, the way the sides of his mouth would tug into a smirk and the way his head would fall back once again and he moaned. It was such a beautiful thing to wake up to, indeed.

Michael:

Michael is and will never be an early riser. The entire world knew just how much this boy liked to sleep. However, he did tend to get up earlier than you, which is really saying something about the amount you sleep.

On those faithful days of his odd rising at dawn, he'd make you breakfast.

And on those days, you wouldn't even have to be woken up. Only the smell of bacon could do wonders the way Michael did. Michael could wake you up with a kiss but food is the way to anyone's heart.

You'd walk into the kitchen in just his flannel and some see threw panties, smelling the air and quietly trudging to Michaels back which was facing you.

Your arms would wrap around him and your eyes would flutter close, just leaning into him was enough to tire you. His smell: oh so fresh. Mint and chocolate mixing with Vanilla and his choline.

"Good morning, cutie." You'd mumble, slightly yawning but keeping your dominate stance behind him.

Obviously, in the end you'd end up fucking on the counter. His tip would be in your mouth before he came and you'd end up straddling his face. All being well.

Ashton:

Ashton Irwin is also an early riser however, it takes him a bit of time to actually wake up.

That all changed when you guys moved in together. Ever since that faithful day, it had been his pleasure to wake you up to the most amazing feeling in the world. Wether it be a kiss on the nose, cheek, or both your sets of lips if you catch my drift.

This particular morning, he woke up with a serious itch to hear your beautiful moans. The way you would run your fingers through his hair, or drag your nails down his strong, held up back.

So, just like the awesome boyfriend he is, he only had to uncover you and you we're naked. Let's just say you two had an amazing night before.

"Babe." He whispered, knowing that wouldn't wake you up for sure. He slowly brought his fingers to you heat, tracing your folds with the tips of his hand to your folds.

"Even asleep...you're so wet for Daddy." He mumbled, gasping once he used that word.

The two of you never used that kink. He wasn't even sure he had a daddy kink, only if he were to think about all the times he'd shown signs of one. That and the spanking kink.

He sighed pleasantly when he heard you whimper in your sleep. A beautiful noise he'd been craving to hear all night.

He slowly slipped a finger in, pumping ever so slightly before pulling out and licking your clit. A delighted taste Ashton had cum (haha) to love: you. It was always you.

"Always such a good girl, hmm?" He mumbled, slowly but surly slithering his tongue into you, going as deep as possible into you before escaping out and going in again, every so often licking your clit but going back to the task at hand.

"A-asht-" "Its daddy, love." He claimed, escaping into your folds. His hair tickling your thighs and his scruff creating beautiful friction as well.

Maybe this would be a good morning.