5sos Preferences

Preference #12 you get hurt

Michael:

You’re in the living room of your apartment. You shutting off lights and checking the locks before heading off to bed with your boyfriend Michael, who you can hear brushing his teeth from the bathroom. You following the light in the hall to your bedroom, when your foot comes crashing down on something. “FUCK!” You can’t help but let the curse word slip from your lips as you cradle your throbbing foot. You look and see you’ve stepped on an X-Box controller of Michael’s. “Fuck, Michael, why’d you leave this in the middle of the goddamn hallway!” You toss it at the couch and slump to the floor, nursing your foot like a baby. Michael comes bounding into the hallway. “IS THE CONTROLLER OKAY?” He gasps dramatically. You glare at him and he drops to where you’re sitting in the hall. “Can you walk or do I have to carry you?” Mikey jokes. “Carry me?” You pout, sticking your arms out for him to wrap around his shoulders. “Fiiiine,” he sighs and pulls you into his arms. He settles the two of you into bed and you’re getting comfortable when he says, “You owe me a new controller if you broke it.” “You ass!” You push him away from you, but his long arms pull you into his warm embrace again, as he sighs near your ear. “Now go to sleep,” he orders, with a short, but passionate kiss goodnight.

Luke:

“Owhhhh” You groan, rolling in pain underneath the covers. Your skin burns incessantly and you wince at the slightest touch of anything against your skin. “Well, maybe someone shouldn’t have forgotten to put on sunscreen before she went tanning on the beach,” your boyfriend Luke says smugly, strutting into the bedroom and tugging a fresh shirt over his head. “Oh shut up, and just rub some aloe on me,” you moan, removing your tank top and pj shorts and tossing them across the room. “What are you doing, (Y/N)?” Luke asks. “I’m fucking dying of heat. Plus they huuurrrt,” you whine. You slowly sink under the covers, disappearing from Luke’s sight. You hear the springs of the bedframe creak and the mattress shift, and Luke is suddenly pulling the covers away from your face. “I’m sorry babe, I know it hurts. Let me make it feel better,” he coos, rolling you over on your stomach so his large hands can massage and soothe away the sunburn. They feel cool against your smoldering skin and you kept help but sigh in relief. You close your eyes and silently moan. It’s amazing how Luke can make you feel good even when you’re miserable. “Is that better baby?” He murmurs in your ear, then trailing his lips along the nape of your neck and slowly down your arms and torso as you hum blissfully. “Want me to run a cool bath for you?” He asks, his hands and lips still skimming every inch of your reddened skin. “Only if you join me,” you purr as Luke smirks and slinks out of bed and into the bathroom.

Calum:

You’re enjoying a hot bubble bath in your beautiful shiny tub after a long day of Spring cleaning around the house. Your muscles ache from bending and reaching all day. You take the loofah to some of your much-needed relaxation places. You shift yourself around in the tub, sloshing sudsy water all over the blue-tiled floor. “Oops,” you giggle, letting out a small moan. Suddenly, you hear your boyfriend Calum’s voice call out from somewhere around the house. “(Y/N)! Your phone’s ringing! I think it’s your mom!” “Shit,” you say, slipping around the tub as you attempt to crawl out. You’ve got one leg out of the tub, but soon find yourself losing your footing on the soaked, bubbly floor. You cry out in surprise, then coming down to hit the floor hard on your ass. You hear the pounding of feet down the hall and Calum is by your side in a heartbeat. “What happened??” You can only manage to shake your head as tears slip down your face and you rock yourself back and forth, naked and exposed on the floor. Calum senses your feeling of vulnerability and retrieves a fluffy green towel from the closet and wraps you up in it, transitioning you from the floor to his arms, where he cradles you and brushes his lips against your ear and down your neck. “Where does it hurt?” He whispers, his fingers soothing your achy skin. “My ass,” you groan. Cal giggles a little. “I’ll rub it for you if you want,” he says and you both start laughing. He simply holds you tightly to him on the floor of the bathroom, his clothes wet from the water. “You really scared me, (Y/N).” He admits, nuzzling his nose into the groove of your shoulder. “Let’s get some clothes on you and get you in bed. You’ve had a long day of cleaning.” Cal murmurs, pulling you both up from the floor and heading to the bedroom.

Ashton:

The house is quiet when you wake up. You sit up, but your head meets a hard surface and a musical sound resonates from the wood. You look up at it’s the underside of a piano—the piano in the studio your boyfriend records in, to be specific. You groan and hold your head in pain. “I did that too when I woke up.” You hear your boyfriend’s voice and you crawl out from under the piano to see him leaning against the recording equipment in just his sweats, which sagged dangerously low, to the point where you could tell he hasn’t got anything else on. “They should put a warning side on it. ‘Don’t have sex under this piano or you will hit your head in the morning.’” You joke. Ashton chuckles his glorious laugh and comes slinking over to you. “That was some pretty good sex, though. Ugh, every time you moaned and shouted my name, it echoed off the wood. God it was the sexiest thing I ever heard. I wish we would’ve done it in the sound booth, so I could record it and listen to it forever.” Ash leans into you, dragging his fingers down your naked body, then yanking your body to his before he kisses you with such ferocity you don’t normally see from Ashton in the morning. He pulls away, leaving your head swimming, relishing the taste and feel of his lips against yours. “Your head still hurt?” He asks, smirking. “I’m sure as hell getting dizzy,” you reply. “Come watch me play drums, (Y/N),” Ash beckons, pulling on your hand to follow him to the sound booth. “But you know how sexy I find you when you play,” you whine. “Exactly,” Ashton shoots back with a magnetic energy about him, pulling you to the drum set.