5SOS Preferences

you wear his clothes

Oh fuck Luke is 18 now

~you wear his clothes~

Luke:

"Don't leave," Luke whispered against the crook of your neck.

You sighed and softy replied, {rhyming} "Luke, as much as I want to stay, I just didn't plan for it."

"I have extra an toothbrush and you don't need your makeup. Also I have clothes you can wear. All set!" Luke smiled hopefully at you.

"Okay fine, I'll stay," you give in, replicating Luke's grin. {another rhyme I'm on a roll over here}

After the film was done and the credits were rolling, you shifted off of Luke's lap and stood up, stretching your back.

"Ready for bed?" he asked. You nodded in response so Luke got off the couch and stretched just as you had.

Sillily, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to his room with you giggling all the way there. He threw you onto the bed and started shuffling around in his drawers while you watched him from the mattress.

He tossed a t shirt over his back in your general direction and it landed on your face, making you erupt with laughter.

You remove yourself from his bed and put your hands on the hem of your shirt, but instead of pulling it off you just stared expectantly at Luke.

"Well turn around! I'm about to take it off!"

"I know, why do you think I was looking at you?" Luke winks, but obliges and turns around.

You roll your eyes before peeling the tight fabric from your waist to over your head, discarding it on the floor along with your shorts.

You pull on Luke's much bigger shirt and you see that it goes down to mid thigh.

"You done?" Luke turns his head around with his hands over his eyes, his fingers separating a crack so that he can peek out. When he saw that you had a shirt on again, he removed his hands completely and walked your way.

"God, you look so hot in my clothes."

"Really?" You tug at the loose shirt and look down.

"Really."

You shake your head at him playfully and pull him onto the bed with you, ready to fall asleep in his arms.

Michael:

When you opened your eyes, memories of the previous night washed over you in a good way.

You start to get up, but when you notice that you have no clothes on you pull the sheet around you and get some underwear.

You spot Michael's shirt on the floor, where it was carelessly thrown just hours before.

You put the shirt on and sit next to Michael, admiring his features.

You start playing with his hair when his eyes dart open.

"Good morning," he says with a gravelly voice.

"Morning babe."

He pulls you down next to him and hugs you.

You laugh and wiggle in his grasp. "You're wearing my shirt," he states.

"And you're still naked."

He chuckles in your ear. "Oh, you know you love it."

"And you know you love it when I wear your shirts."

"That I do, [Y/N]," he confirms.

You continue to cuddle until you forced Michael to put on done boxers because it was 'grossing you out'.

"Oh, shut up, you didn't seem to mind all this last night!" he says in defense, clipping a wink onto the end.

Ashton:

"Hurry! My bladder is full!" Ashton shouts from outside the bathroom door.

When you get out, you see him standing with his hands on his crotch and his legs tightly crossed. His expression was more than anxious.

He pushes past you and doesn't even close the door.

"Quickly get ready, we're already late!" he yells while pissing.

You slip on done jeans and a random t shirt, then do your makeup, only having time for a layer of foundation and one swipe of mascara per eye.

Your converse were halfway on your feet when you and Ashton hurried to the car.

During the car ride, you managed to get some eyeliner on and some concealer to hide your bags.

"Hmm, [Y/N], I wonder where you got your shirt from," Ashton says from beside you, taking his eyes off the road to glance at you.

You look down and you're slightly embarrassed to find that the shirt you had chosen in a hurry actually belonged to Ashton.

"Oops!" you said with flushed cheeks.

"Oh, honey don't be ashamed. I think it's cute, honestly."

"Hm. Might have to wear your shirts more often," you conclude while his hand rubbed circles on your thigh.

Calum:

The weekends are filled with free time, so you usually don't even change out of pajamas.

This weekend, your choice if apparel happened to be Calum's shirt that says 'thrills' in an upside down font.

While you're stirring some macaroni (with cheese, of course), a pair of arms wrap around you, the hands clasping together on top of your hip line.

"That shirt looks better on you than it does on me!" Calum says with a fake pout.

"Oh whatever, nothing looks better on me than you, you're perfect!" you reassure.

"But you're beyond perfect!"

The little banter goes on for another minute, both of you trying to prove that the other is more perfect, until interrupt it with a fit of laughter.

"Calum, we are seriously one of those cheesy couples from TV!"

You point at the macaroni and cheese and laugh even harder at your subtle reference.

Calum hugs you and kisses your forehead. "I wouldn't want it to be any other way."

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^Why did I choose slashes though, that is so strange.

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