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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When Luke came crawling across the couch to Ashton, the curly haired boy couldn't do anything but open his arms wide and allow the tall blond to cuddle into him.
"'M tired." Luke's words were muffled, his face buried in Ashton's oversized shirt.
Ashton ran his hand through the blonde's hair, brushing it out of his face gently.
They laid, wrapped up tightly together, for hours, the quiet murmurs of music escaping from Luke's room that he had forgotten to turn off before cuddling up with the drummer.
Ashton gazed down at the lanky boy tucked into him and wondered when Luke had suddenly grown up; lost the baby fat in his cheeks, figured out what hair gel was and pierced his lip.
He remembered when Luke had curled up to him one mild night in July and whispered his darkest secrets into Ashton's ear, and he remembers how thankful he was the lights were off and that Luke couldn't see his cheeks reddening at every word flowing from the youngers mouth.
Ashton wonders when Luke came out of his shell.
There was a time when Luke would literally hide behind Ashton when they were out in public, would stare down at the ground and do the awkward foot thing he was known for. But now, Luke was a ball of light, bouncing around to fans for pictures and sending butt pictures to Michael to make the blue-haired boy happy.
Luke hummed in content and Ashton wondered if he was asleep.
Luke turned his head so that his chin was resting on Ashton's chest and stared up at the hazel eyed boy, a thoughtful look on his face.
"What?" Ashton mused, his eyelids drooping slightly. Luke was so soft and warm, and his cuddles were to die for, that Ashton couldn't help but find himself struggling to stay awake.
He didn't want to miss a second with the blond.
Luke was silent and Ashton wanted to run a finger along his cheekbone, just the way Luke liked it, to see his eyes flutter shut at the gentle touch, but refrained, too comfortable in the position he was in.
"You look tired."
Ashton nodded gently, fighting to keep his eyes open. "You do too." Luke hummed again and turned his head on Ashton's chest, resting his ear against the loud thumping of his heart.
"Soothing." Luke commented, his voice tiny and breathy as he let his eyes fall shut.
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If there was anything Ashton hated more than sweating, it was waking up with someone wrapped around him tightly and giving off way too much body heat.
Luke's arms were wrapped around Ashton's torso tightly and his legs were somewhat tangled in Ashton's, and his face was buried in Ashton's shoulder and he was the only thing Ashton could smell.
