5sos imagines

You have a lazy day

Michael

I lay on Michael's body with the controller in my hands and his arms looped over my shoulders, grasping his own controller. It was the first day that we both had off in a while, so Michael had decided that it was the perfect opportunity to teach me how to play video games.

"Okay, babe, so you press that to shoot, that to hit, and that to jump." He spoke, pointing to all of the different buttons.

"You got it?" he asked.

"I think so." I responded.

"Okay. You ready for a match, then?" he asked.

"Sure." I chuckled. He pressed "start" and I started pressing the buttons randomly.

"Well done, Y/N." he chuckled.

"What, did I get a kill?" I asked.

"Babe, you got five." he grinned.

"Woo! Go me!" I laughed as we kept playing. I continued to randomly smash the buttons until a big banner appeared on the screen.

"What...how...how did you do that?" Michael asked. I looked up at him.

"Do what?" I asked. He looked at me, speechless.

"You just...I don't know exactly what you did, but you managed to kill every enemy in that round, including me, at the same time." He explained, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I just pressed this." I shrugged, pointing to a button. He groaned.

"Shit, I should have told you to avoid that button." He sighed. I smirked as I sat up and straddled him.

"Aw, baby, are you upset because your girlfriend beat you?" I teased, fake-pouting.

"Shut up." He chuckled.

Calum

I leant back against the counter, sifting through the mail as Calum walked in and smirked as he saw me.

"Damn, baby girl, it's not my birthday." He chuckled as he went to the fridge and grabbed the pancake mix. I looked down at my attire, my body in nothing but my bra, underwear and one of Calum's band tees.

"Shut up." I chuckled as he started to cook the batter.

"What are the plans for today?" he asked as he flipped the pancake.

"Um, you've got the studio, I've got coffee with the other 5sos girlfriends, and then we're going to your parents' house for dinner tonight," I sighed as I put down the mail. He turned around and walked towards me, suddenly pulling on my thighs and making me sit on the counter behind me.

"Or, we can just hang around here all day, I call in sick, you say you have to look after your poor, ill boyfriend, and then we get dressed up for my parents' meal. And then maybe a little sex after we get home, so wear matching underwear." He smirked, his hands slowly creeping up my thighs. I laughed at his idea.

"Great, now I know for definite that you're in a procrastinating mood." I chuckled as he gently kissed my neck.

"What do you say, beautiful?" he hummed into my skin, making me sigh.

"Fine. But you're calling in to say that you're sick, I'm not doing it again." I chuckled.

"That's my girl." He grinned.

Luke

I peeled my eyes open to see the sun streaming in through the hotel windows. I turned my head to see Luke still asleep, his bed-hair sticking out in every possible direction and his mouth opened slightly. I chuckled as he slowly came to.

"Morning, baby." I smiled.

"Morning, gorgeous." He spoke, eyes still half closed.

"Come on, we have to get up." I chuckled as I moved slightly.

"No, five more minutes." Luke groaned loudly, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Babe, we want to go out today, we're already burning daylight." I sighed.

"No. We have three days to explore the city, please let me have one lazy day with you." He spoke, eyes still closed. I sighed.

"And what exactly would we do if we have a lazy day?" I asked.

"I don't know, order room service, watch TV, have sex once, twice, or ten times." He chuckled, making me laugh.

"Wow, Luke, you've got such big plans for the day." I grinned.

"Please, baby? We can go anywhere you want to tomorrow." He promised.

"Fine. We can have a lazy day." I sighed.

"Thank you." He smiled before nuzzling his face further into my neck and wrapping the duvet around our bodies.

Michael

Michael and I sat on the sofa, wrapped in each other's embrace as we played video games.

"Fucking dammit." I swore as I died again. Michael chuckled at me.

"What are you laughing at?" I grinned.

"Babe, I love you, but you're just so bad at this game." He laughed, making me return it.

"Wow, thanks, no sugar coating there." I chuckled as I readjusted myself on Michael's lap.

"Find a position that you're comfortable in, and stay there." He chuckled.

"Okay, final game, whoever loses has to pay for the pizza." Michael grinned.

"Oh, come on, that's not fair, you literally just said yourself that I'm shitty at this game." I groaned as I let my head fall back against his chest.

"Come on, babe, don't be a sore loser." He chuckled, knowing that would rile me up.

"Oh, you're on, skittle boy." I laughed, looking at his green hair. He chuckled before pressing "start". A minute later, a banner appeared on the screen and my eyes widened as I jumped up.

"YES! I WIN! SUCK IT, LOSER!" I yelled, jumping around as Michael laughed at me. I didn't notice him standing up and before I knew it, his arms were around my waist and he picked me up, putting me back onto the sofa as his fingers ran up and down my sides.

"Let's see who wins this game." He laughed.

"Michael! Stop!" I squealed as he continued to tickle me.

Ashton

I sat on Ashton's lap with his arms around my torso as we sat on the sofa, having a Harry Potter movie marathon. It was a boiling day, too hot to do anything, so Ashton and I had decided to have a lazy day, in nothing but his boxers, and my bra and underwear. I shifted slightly on Ashton's lap, causing him to clear his throat. I didn't take any notice of it, so I moved again, this time making Ashton move slightly too.

"Why? I want to get comfortable." I spoke.

"Yeah, but you getting comfortable is...exciting mini me." He sighed as a blush crept over his cheeks.

"Well, he isn't exactly mini, but..." I joked.

"Just, please stop moving." He spoke.

"Okay, I'll try." I chuckled. But a minute later, I was uncomfortable again, so I moved slightly.

"Seriously, babe?" Ashton huffed. I chuckled and looked down, his rather prominent problem becoming more evident.

"I can't believe that you're getting horny over me moving." I chuckled.

"Okay, in my defence, you're on my lap, and you're wearing nothing but a bra and underwear, and may I add, you're also wearing my favourite pair." He stated.

"Oops." I chuckled.

"Yeah, oops." He smirked as he picked me up and lay me down on the sofa.

"Now, how about you help me fix my little problem, huh?" he smirked as he crawled over me.