5sos imagines, smut, and preferences

Who the fuck is 5sos?

Who the fuck is 5 seconds of summer anyway? I thought as the band on stage took a short break.

My friend had made me come to this stupid concert, and then she'd abandoned me in hopes of meeting the band. I made my way through the crowd to go take a smoke, when I felt someone staring. Not surprising. Y/f/n had picked out my outfit, a black dress and studded boots that were honestly borderline hookerish. I pulled a cigarette from my bag and lit it, taking long drags and letting little puffs of smoke escape. I had almost finished when I felt the eyes again, and turned. I almost snorted with laughter. I took in pale skin, bright icy eyes, and platinum blonde hair. The guitarist guy. I smirked, mildly impressed.

Guitarists knew how to work them fingers.

It took him a second to realize I had noticed him staring, and he smirked slightly, before starting towards me.

When he reached me, I flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground.

"You're fucking hot," I heard him purr. Now I'm sure any of these fangirls would've died to be in my shoes, but I laughed a little, staring at him.

"I know," I replied. I watched him nibble those freaking perfect lips as he studied me.

"Cocky, I like it."

I smiled, "I'm not a fan."

He frowned, "I'll make you a fan."

That's when some guy who sounded like a friggin kangaroo started yelling, "Michael! Mikey! We gotta gooooo!"

I laughed a little. Michael reached forward, tucking stray hairs behind my ears. "I gotta finish this show, but hey, we can meet up afterward?.."

I nodded, "my name is y/n."

He chuckled, before pulling me into him, kangaroo kid still yelling in the background. "I'm going to have some fun with you," he whispered into my ear before turning and strutting away.

After Michael disappeared with kangaroo kid, who I soon realized was the drummer, I actually tried to listen to the music. Not bad.

When the giraffe of a singer said his goodbyes and the boys left the stage, the crowd started clearing out and I still hadn't seen y/f/n. She'd probably met some guy here. I turned, starting to leave when suddenly someone's hand locked around my wrist.

"Hey y/n, didn't I say we were gonna have some fun?" He whispered in my ear. I felt shivers up and down my spine, and turned to look up at him.

"Didn't I say I wasn't a fan?"

"Didn't I say I would turn you into one?" He smirked, and started tugging me in the other direction. Kangaroo boy was wandering around, a phone in front of his face as he talked. "Ignore him," Michael breathed as kangaroo boy waved.

"Say hi for the keek!" He screeched. And then he giggled like he was the funniest thing ever, before chasing giraffe boy who was giving the one with the booty a piggy back ride.

What the hell was wrong with these boys?

Michael led me across the street, to a hotel. We went up the elevators and he led me to a room. We stood in the dining area, and I leaned against the table.

"Its a double, me and Ashton are sharing, the bathroom connects the other boys," he gave a nod in the general direction and I nodded, raising my eyebrow.

"I care why?"

He let out a groan, stomping his foot a few times like a giant little kid, before a devilish smirk appeared.

I studied him as his hands slid around my waist, pushing me back against the table. He buried his face in my neck before his hands slid to my thighs, pulling me up and pushing me onto the table.

"Really?" I teased, "we're doing this here when there's a bed literally 10 feet away."

Michael glanced up at me before his lips met my neck. "I'm punk rock I do what I want," he growled against my skin. I shuddered.

I snorted out a laugh. "Were you at the same concert as me? Because that wasn't punk rock."

Michael pulled back, rolling his eyes as his teeth grazed over his bottom lip. He reached up, grabbing my jaw.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

And then his mouth was on mine, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips as he forced his waist between my legs, pressing against me. I nipped at his lip and he grunted, his hands holding me harder before he pulled back, ghosting his lips over mine before moving them to my jawline, then down my neck. I let out little tiny sighs and I could feel him smirking against my skin. His hands slid down my body, moving to my thighs as he pushed my dress up slowly.

"Jesus you're hot," he grumbled, biting down at my collar bone. I leaned into him, my arms moving around his neck and my fingers tangling up in his hair. He forced a hand under my butt, lifting me long enough to push the dress up to my hips, before he tugged his shirt over his head tossing it behind him.

He moved back towards me, but I playfully shoved him back. "I don't want to kiss you," I said, my chin held high in the air. He grabbed both my hands in one of his hands, then pushed me back against the table, pulling me towards him so his hips lined up with mine, as he leaned down, kissing my skin.

I let my eyes close and my breathing picked up.

"Y/n," he mumbled.

"What?"

"Take it off." I rolled my eyes, sitting back up and tugging the dress over my head and his eyes darkened.

I smirked, before leaning forward, my lips almost touching his ear.

"If you wanna fuck me I won't say no."

His body tensed up and he pulled me to him, his hands moving up my thighs.

"Say hi for the keek!" I suddenly heard. Michael froze, looking over his shoulder to where kangaroo boy held his phone.

I fell onto my back, laughing.

"Ashton Irwin, you are a living, breathing cock block."