5sos imagines

He finds your fan account

I sat on the sofa, scrolling through my phone when Luke walked in.

"Babe, I need to talk to you about something very serious." He sighed as he sat down.

"Okay." I muttered, turning my phone off. He looked at me for a moment.

"You're in love with Michael." He spoke. My eyes widened.

"What?" I scoffed.

"Don't try to deny it, you love him." He shrugged.

"I'm not sure where you got that from, but it's bullshit!" I exclaimed.

"Stop trying to deny it." He sighed.

"Where the fuck did you even get that from?" I asked.

"You're a Michael girl." He spoke. My eyes widened as I realised.

"You've written like, twenty smuts about him, probably more, I didn't get a chance to carry on reading." He said. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You fucker, I thought you thought I was cheating on your sly ass." I sighed. He smirked at me.

"So, you're not denying it." He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, babe, but a lot of my readers are Michael girls, and like to imagine him crawling over them-."

"Okay, that's enough, I don't want to hear about you writing about my best friend getting laid." He groaned. I smiled as I walked over to him and sat on his lap.

"I have to say, though, you are very talented when it comes to smut writing." He smiled.

"What can I say? I get some good ideas from my own experiences." I smirked. He laughed before kissing me.

Michael

I lay on the sofa as I brought a new note up on my phone.

"Time to give my readers another smut." I mumbled to myself as I started to write.

"He kissed up my thighs, getting closer to my underwear and making my breath hitch." I spoke as I wrote.

"I pulled on his hair as he buried his face between my thighs." I mumbled.

"I never thought I'd catch you in the act." I screamed as I jolted up to see Michael smirking at me.

"Jesus, fuck, Michael, you scared me!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not as scary as the fact that you're still writing smut about me, even though we're together." He grinned. My eyes widened.

"You know, your smuts are very good, but that one sounds amazing-."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I groaned. He grinned at me.

"How long have you known?" I sighed.

"Since a few fans asked me to give you more inspiration for your more...explicit...imagines." He smirked, making me groan.

"It's okay, babe, nothing to be ashamed of." He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Uh huh." I mumbled, making his grin widen.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go delete my account." I smiled sarcastically as I eased myself out of his grip.

"Aww, don't!" he laughed.

"I hate you." I chuckled before walking off.

Ashton

Ashton and I lay on the sofa, watching TV.

"Can I ask you something, baby girl?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure." I nodded.

"Where do you get the inspiration for your smuts?" he asked. My eyes widened as I looked up at him.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about." I stuttered.

"Course you do. I'm just curious, I mean, I don't have the daddy kink and I've never tied you up." He shrugged. I sat up.

"How long have you known?" I gulped.

"A few months, I think. They're very good, by the way." He smiled. I sighed as I slapped my palm against my head.

"Please don't talk about my fan account, you were never meant to see it." I groaned.

"You don't say." He chuckled. I glared at him.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop, I'm sorry for mentioning it." He laughed, holding his hands up in defence. I sighed and lay back down on him.

"Just for the record, I don't have either of those kinks." I sighed.

"Can I put that to the test for myself?" he smirked.

"No." I replied.

"It was worth a shot." He chuckled.