Michael: Michael’s hands clutched at the steering wheel nervously as you drove to your parents house. It was the first time he was going to meet your parents and he was beyond panicking. He’d changed outfits three times trying to find the smartest outfit possible, it was important to him to make a good impression. “What if they don’t like me Y/N?” He chewed on his bottom lip as he flicked his eyesight between you and the road. “They’ll love you Michael, they have no choice, I love you,” you leaned over slightly and kissed his cheek, squeezing his thigh as a sign of comfort before you pulled over and walked hand in hand to your parents door. You slipped your hand into his and rubbed it soothingly with your thumb, hearing him take a deep breath as he knocked on the door. Your Dad immediately appeared at the frame, eyebrows knotted together and stern eyes looking Mikey up and down before staring at him. “Erm it’s nice to meet you Mam, shit I mean Sir, fuck I’m sorry for swearing,” his hand flew around him as he tried to apologise, panicking as he waited for your Dad to respond. You rolled your eyes knowing your father was teasing him, before he laughed loudly and pulled Michael into the house, “Come on in son,”
Luke: “So you’re in a band I hear?” Your Dad accused, leaning across the couch and crossing his arms. This was the part of the conversation you were dreading, “Yes sir, and I know what you may think of the reputation that that has but I’m not like that. Music is my passion but that lifestyle isn’t for me, I’m a one woman kind of man.” Your apprehension dropped slightly as Luke managed to calmly explain himself without his awkward nature pulling through. You rest your head on his shoulder and smiled up at him, his expression copying yours. You both looked back towards your Dad awaiting his response, he nodded slightly leaning back on the couch and taking a deep breath. “I’m glad to hear it, I can see you make my daughter happy. Just make sure it stays that way or else.” Luke gulped, nodding and squeezing your hand before your mother came in with snacks and drinks. “Oh shush, you put your hip out moving a table, you wouldn’t be able to touch that boy. I mean look at those long legs,” you swatted your hand at your mother, embarrassed by the way she was eyeing up your mans legs. “Those legs are for me mother, not you, or Dad for that matter.”
Calum: “Did I do well?” Calum whispered, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he popped the buttons open on his shirt. You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the baby hair at his nape before pulling his lips to yours briefly, “You did brilliantly, they love you as much as I do,” he sighed with relief, untangling your hands and getting changed for bed. Once you were both under the warm covers in your childhood bedroom you slid your hand down Calum’s stomach, teasing the waistband of his boxers with your fingers. His eyes widened as he ripped your hand away from it’s promising position. “What are you doing Y/N?!” His firm hold on your wrist stopped your actions, annoying you. “What? Please baby, it’s not like you to turn down sex.” You pulled your hand away and crossed them against your chest, your bottom lip pouting slightly giving you the mannerisms of a tantrum throwing toddler. “Yes but Y/N we are in your parents home, I am not disrespecting them by christening your teenage bed, I mean what if they heard us?!” His expression was panicked, you knew you weren’t winning this one. With a sigh you turned over, back facing Calum’s front as he hesitantly pulled you closer, “Oh and for the record, this beds already been christened.”
Ashton: Your eyes wandered over the sight in front of you, you and Ashton were having an evening meal with your parents at your childhood home. They’d spoke to Ashton before briefly but never had the chance to get to know him properly, he was a big part of your life so this night was important to you. Everything had been going brilliantly, Ash had managed to successfully pass your Dad’s multiple tests, also managing to butter your mum up with compliments of the food. Breaking your parents conversation you asked, “Daddy could you pass me the ketchup?” Your body froze as both your fathers and Ashton’s hands reached out for the ketchup, he realised a split second after what he’d done and diverted his hand to pick up the salt, heavily shaking it over his dinner in panic. You looked back over to your Dad to see that he was smiling at you, passing you what you’d asked for, he’d obviously not noticed. You tried not to laugh at Ashton’s red cheeks, you didn’t exactly want your parents to know about your boyfriends rough daddy kink, but this situation was amusing. As you were leaving your mother walked you out, pulling you back slightly as Ash went to open the car, “So I see he’s pleasing you, in that department,” your eyes widened as you realised what she’d meant, she must have noticed the daddy situation. “Mum!” Your cheeks reddened, “What? I wish your father were that adventurous.” You told her you did not want to know these things before getting into the car where Ashton was waiting. “I can not believe I did that, fuck me,” he cringed, hitting the steering wheel slightly as he drove you away. “Calm down he didn’t notice, and if you drive faster yes, I will fuck you…Daddy.”
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5SOS Preferences
FanfictionA series of 5sos preferences. Request are open updating at least 3 times a week. Vote, comment, and follow PLEASE. Most will be from tumblr ill let you know if i write one.
