This is a book of my favorite smutty stories of 5sos. Most of these stories are from Tumblr. BY MY FAVORITE PEOPLE SO CHECK THEM OUT PLEASE! I will name the author and say where I got it from. But I will have some stories written by me possibly.
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OKAY THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE SO FAR. Only because I'm luke trash. By bitchfacecalum, my homie.
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Candles were lit, dinner was on the table, there was a hint of pumpkin spice scent filling the air and you were excitedly waiting for your boyfriend to arrive to your apartment to find the nice surprise you had prepared for your one year anniversary. You had been planning the whole thing for weeks and invited him to come over that night.
Your leg was bouncing up and down as you waited for him on the couch, excitement running through your veins, with expectation for what the night promised to be. You'd even bought a nice set of matching underwear. Beautiful, delicate black lace decorated your body, accompanied by tiny baby pink bows that made a statement: you were a present and you wanted him to unwrap you.
But the minutes passed and the candles consumed, dinner went cold and the air didn't smell like anything but frustration and disappointment. He was an hour and a half late and he didn't even send a text to give any explanations.
You grew worried because he might've been in an accident, maybe something was wrong. You didn't wanna jump to conclusions so you grabbed your phone and texted him.
"Hey babe, where are you?"
He replied within a couple of seconds. "Home."
"Why?" You furrowed your brows.
"Where else would I be?"
That was it. Not only was he being completely rude, but he had also forgotten your fucking anniversary.
He never gave much of a shit about stuff like that but you'd hoped he'd make an exception to his douche bag instincts to care a little about your feelings. You'd reminded him about tonight all week but he just didn't care.
He never cared.
He wasn't even a good boyfriend to begin with. He never brought you flowers. You couldn't ever talk to him about things you were passionate about, like music, or work. You could never go to him if you were feeling upset so he'd comfort you, because he always claimed to "suck at giving advice" so you didn't bother him. He said that's what you had friends for.
And you did.
There was this one person. The only person in the planet that you could be yourself with. The one who'd always been there if you were angry or sad; he always knew how to put a smile on your face, how to cheer you up. You could talk to him about anything and share even your deepest, more embarrassing secrets with him. He was always your shoulder to cry on, and you hoped tonight wasn't the exception.
You grabbed you phone from the couch, where you'd thrown it out of frustration and speed dialed his number.
He picked up right away.
"Y/N?" He asked worried "Aren't you supposed to be celebrating with your boyfriend or whatever?"
