Ashton: You bit your lip as you stared at yourself in the mirror. This was your favorite thing to do, try on your clothes for Ashton. He sat outside your bathroom door on your bed messing with the radio trying to get good reception. “You ready yet love?” he asked. He did have the intention of taking you out. The dress you wore was cut modestly and modernly a favorite of yours. Appearing he smiled brightly at you, “Well don’t you look like all those girls that are crying over the Beatles? Oh, heaven help me, oh Ringo! Paul, Paul let me have your children!” he swooned spinning you around. “I like it.”
Michael: His P.O.V. I walked down the street my fists stuffed in my pockets ignoring the glares I got from the established society. I quickened my pace knowing my wife, it was the best thing in the world to say wife, Y/N would be home with the baby. Passing a window I stole a glance seeing a precious pink dress. It’d fit her in the chest a little snuggly, but boobs are worth seeing. Her waist would be shown off and her hips would sway just right. Smiling at the thought I went in, sure I’d be home a little late, but when was the last time I’d done something for her?
Calum: Y/N stood facing her closet her back to me. She was humming to herself lightly while her foot twitched in rhythm. She continued humming as she swiveled her hips to the side picking a pair of green pants. Those were her favorite, they flared out and looked great with her many flowing tops. Not that I had any interest in fashion what so ever, but Mick Jagger makes it work, not that I like him either. Her bum was curved over in the silk of her robe stirring me with excitement. “Babe, could we go out later?” she turned her eyebrows raised in confusion but nodded at the sight of me.
Luke: He walked in the room-okay ran is the better word- with a sense of anger. He carried the nice pressed khakis and the stunning blue sweater in his hands desperately trying to shred them. “What the hell did you do?” he screamed his broad and naked chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. Giggling you looked up from the magazine with the latest trends inside and smiled. “Please, for me?” you pouted out. All you wanted was to see him dressed up nicely. If you could see that just once you could die happy. He groaned throwing the clothes to the ground standing proud in his boxers. “Fine.” He grunted. “Just this once, you better be glad you’re getting this. Its good thing I love you.”
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5 Seconds of Summer Preferences
RandomI used to write these a lot, then I didn't, now I might. There is no particular order the boys are listed. No imagines. Requests are open.
