Imagines, blurbs, and mini fanfics featuring the 5SOS boys as royals (princes, kings, etc.), working for royals, or falling in love with a royal.
#1 5SOSImagines
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Summary: When you and Prince Ashton have a wild night, you have to leave at the sound of midnight. The only thing the prince has left of you is your sequin blue bra and a photo.
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Prince Ashton looked over and over at the photo, he couldn't remember the night that much. He had been off his face, it was the day his father wanted him to find the fairest maiden of them all. At first, Prince Ashton didn't want to, the maidens in this land would all swoon at his feet, and it got boring after a while. That's until yesterday. There was a royal ball held at his palace where he would dance with all the women, they were pretty but didn't take his breath away. Then you walked in, he was dancing with a girl named Brenda or was it Brittney? Never the less he had stopped dancing and was focused on you.
God you looked so beautiful to him, you were wearing a blue gown which complemented your body shape and colour amazingly. He was stood frozen until you locked eyes with him and smiled. He made his way up to you, and he was a nervous state which he'd never been before in his life because he's a fucking prince. To make things worse, you were the first girl who turned him down for a dance. You said you wanted to get a drink first, but soon, he had you in his arms. Trembling beneath him of course, treating you like a princess in the sheets of his king bed.
The prince looked at his phone once again, it was a picture of your breasts in a blue sparkly bra. You had a small freckle planted on your boob and the bra was pushing them up slightly. Ashton smiled in awe of how pretty they were and got off the bed. He remembers after last nights antics after he was finished, you left just before midnight. Now, Ashton tried and tried to remember your face, but he found it so hard as he was utterly wasted. All he had was the picture, the blue bra, and the taste of you on his lips.
"Prince Ashton" was yelled through the building. Ashton looked up from his phone, closing it so no one saw and stood up. The Prince was naked as he looked at himself, his collar scattered in hickeys and over his moobs. His dick was semi hard just looking at the photo he had. He wishes he had taken a picture of your face.
"Prince Ash-Shit" Ashton turned his head to be met with his butler Calum. "Sorry Sir" he mumbled turning away from the prince's naked body.
"It's ok Calum, and I've told you to just call me Ashton" he polity replied walking over to his closest. Ashton didn't want to be rude and be showing himself off to Calum, as he knew Calum was well and truly taken by Michael. He thought of Calum as his annoying best friend who was always telling him to do things. But that was his job so Ash didn't mind.
"Your father wishes for you to make a decisions on your new wife" he said bringing out his notebook. Ash grabbed his pants from his cupboard and pulled them over his legs and over his semi looking back at Calum.
"I've made my decision I just need to find her" he smiled grabbing his red pants that had a golden stripe down the side. He pulled them up his legs and grabbed the belt, threading it through the belt loops.
