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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"The funniest thing happened today." Ashton laid down on the couch, his eyes trained on the video game Michael had started up only a few hours prior.
Michael grunted in response having tuned Ashton out at 'funniest thing'.
"I opened my computer to go search for a present for Harry and when I opened up chrome, this cute little story appeared." Ashton murmured the words softly, almost musing aloud.
Michael nodded his head. His thoughts on the video game taking over the television and his primitive need to destroy anything and everything in his path of winning.
"Have you read porn before?"
Michael froze, turning around slowly to face his questioning best friend whose face was holding a mega watt smirk. "'Course I have, I'm a 18 year old guy." He shot Ashton an incredulous 'are you stupid?' look.
Ashton's smirk dropped slowly and Michael breathed in, realising that he had stopped breathing the second Ashton had spoken the words 'read porn.'
Michael might have, but probably did, perhaps accidentally or maybe even purposefully left some raunchy smut up on Ashton's laptop; the same smut he got off to the past two nights.
No big deal, right? It was written porn. He was a guy, he had fantasies, he had needs to fulfil.
Only problem was the characters in the story. Perhaps that wasn't even the issue, maybe it was the fact that Michael found himself wanting nothing more but for the situation to take place.
He felt himself hardening in his pants at the thought of the situation actually occurring. His cheeks heated softly to a pinkish-red and he turned his body away from Ashton.
"Care to share anything, Michael?" Ashton questioned, a teasing tone lacing his words.
Yes, yes, yes, spit, bodily fluid, your cock, my mouth, every inch of our bodies! Michael thought before replying, "No."
"Did you like it, at least?"
Did he ever, he fucking loved it. Michael stifled a small groan threatening to escape his chapped lips.
"Can't even look me in the eye." Ashton mused, releasing a sigh. The couch creaked softly under his weight as he shimmed around to find a comfortable position to lay. "There's nothing wrong with taking it up the ass."
Michael stiffened, feeling his stomach twist uneasily.
"Especially if it's me you want fucking you."
Michael glanced up at the television screen, ignoring the fact that he had lost and focusing in on the reflection of Ashton on the couch.
Ashton laid, stretched out across the three cushions, his head resting on the arm rest, his eyes closed, smile on his lips, pants around ankles and hand wrapped tightly around his cock, moving slowly with long strokes.
