5SOS Imagines

Somebody's a Criminal

"Mmmhph." You attempted to say 'Let me go', but that didn't work. The boy tried to soothe you softly, his green eyes looking at you softly. You soon stopped struggling, because there was no point.

"There we are y/n. Good girl. Now, let me explain the situation." He walked into the darkness and came back with a chair into the light under the one light bulb over your head, you could barely see the floor was concrete.

"Y/n, right now I need you to cooperate. You now work for me, and only me. I tell you what you should or should not do, and you will listen. Good?" You nodded, not sure of what else to do. His eyes seemed to get darker.

"You will say "Yes sir" out in public, and call me Master when we are alone. Got that?" He sat down in his chair and leaned forward towards you, so your foreheads almost touched. You nodded.

"Slow or fast?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Guess we'll go fast." He captured your eyes with his and his hand went to your cheek, and quickly snacthed off the tape.

"Ah!" You hissed as tears immeadietly came to your eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. Shh. Don't cry." He wiped your tears and undid your ties.

"C'mon. You gotta meet the modeling family." The man held out his hand and you took it.

Luke: (Aw shat, dark and dangerous Luke.)

One, two, three. One, two, three.

"No no no! You're doing it all wrong. Wacth." You moved out the way for your trainer Luke. He started punching the bag at a fast pace, the veins in his neck popping out, his jaw clenched tight, his muscles flexed, and sweat on his forehead. You loved watching him work out.

You really weren't into the whole punching thing, just him.

"Ya see? Here." He placed you in front of him.

"Make the fist like I showed you." You made your fists and then Luke's hands held onto your wrists and started making you punch the bag at different angles slowly and gently.

"No more 'One. Two. Three.'. Now it's 'Two. Four. Six.'. Yeah?" He stepped aside and looked at you from an angle, observing your body.

"Yeah." You felt yourself blush under his gaze. He smirked, but then a man tapped his shoulder. This always happened at least once a week during your workout session with him.

"I'll be back okay y/n? Just keep practicing." Luke winked and walked away with the man. You really wanted to know why this man was interrupting you and Luke. So, you followed them. You aren't nosey...just curious.

"Double next time?" You looked through the crack they left open to see into Luke's office. You were only in there once, and that was to ask Luke to be your trainer. You couldn't really see if it had changed because of the tiny space you could only see Luke's face.

"Triple." Luke raised an amused eyebrow.

"Really? Don't die I guess. And you know the rules. If you get caught, I never sold it to ya." He took something out of his pocket and held it out to the man, you assume.

"Never will. I don't flaunt it around, neither does Trey." The man handed Luke a bundled roll of dollar bills. Like a big bundle.

"I can always come after ya Ashton, if you don't make the correct payments on time. This isn't 50G." You heard a deep sigh.

"Here." Luke was handled another bundle and he smiled.

"Nice doing business with ya. You mind doing me a favor?"

"Sure."

"I think one of my clients, y/n, is watching us. Little did she know before she came here, curiosity killed the cat." Luke turned to you, looking right at you, smirking deviously.

Michael:

"Are you serious?" You asked sighing. Gregory nodded, frightend.

"Well Michael, what do you wanna do with this one, babe?" You asked boredly twirling your pistol around your index finger.

"Wanna do the honors?" He asked smirking at you. You smirked towards Gregory.

"Gladly." You let the shots go off.

1.

2.

3.

4.

"Plant that, and we'll have about a minute right?" You asked Michael, pointing to the timed bomb in his hand. He nodded.

"Soon as it hits the ground that timer starts." Michael threw it, but you both were already running.

"30 seconds!" Michael yelled as you guys hopped on the motorcycle and drove off. You heard the explosion, and felt the ground shake after you were about 2 blocks down, speeding at 110 miles per hour.

"Ice cream?" Michael asked. You smiled and nodded.

*****

"Michael, take that hat off, you look like a damn dork." Michael smiled at you and took a bite of his ice cream.

"That's what people say!" He sang loudly, displaying his melted ice cream on his tongue. You rolled your eyes and caught an elderly woman smiling at you two. You blushed and looked away.

"What will it take for you to be quiet Michael?" You whispered. He winked an you.

"A quickie." Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.

"Michael Gor-"

"Shh! I may be able to shoot someone who says it, but I still don't like people knowing my middle name." You smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"I know it." He glared at you playfully and scoffed.

"You know nothing." He said in a posh tone. You both laughed.

"Our love doesn't deserve a quickie." Michael rolled his eyes.

"Whatever makes you happy y/n. Whatever makes you happy..."

Hey! Sorry bout not updating yesterday, really sorry! I am making 1D imagines, some are dirty...some are like these ones, and I can do requests on those ones always! :) I love you all! My pizza penguins!

Be you!
MH xxx