5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#8 Something You Do That Turns Him On

Ashton: "Stop looking at my ass!" You threw a pillow at Ashton's head before bending down and stretching your legs. You were in the middle of your morning yoga session, and had avoided telling Ashton that you did yoga for this exact reason. "But it's a cute ass." He giggled like a school girl. "Well, knock it off! I need to finish and get showered and you're distracting me!" You rearranged your body, contorting it to another position. "God, make it stop." He groaned from the couch. You peeked at him under your arms. "Leave!" You urged again. "No!" "You're a dick!" You laughed, changing positions again. A few minutes passed before either of you said anything. "Ok. I just. I can't. I.. I have to leave." Ashton jumped from the couch and ran down the hallway to the bathroom. You giggled. He really needed to get himself under control. But, he was already vulnerable, so why not tease him a little more? You stood from the mat and followed him down the hall and through the bathroom door. Ashton stood over the sink, breathing healily to his reflection in the mirror. "What the hell are you doing in here?" He asked. "I told you. I've got to shower." You pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your sports bra. He grunted, looking at the ground. " I don't have time for this today Y/N. Stop teasing me!" You grinned to yourself and pulled your shorts down to your ankles. You watched as he sowly became more and more uncomfortable. "I'm taking off my underwear now. Would you like to leave?" He shook his head, so you proceeded removing the rest of your clothing and climbing into the shower. "Ok. Move over. I'm coming in." Ashton quickly removed his clothes and joined you in the shower. "I knew I'd get ya." You snicked and he just shook his head, smiling.

Michael: "Michael! Knock it off!" You turned your head to your right side, mumbling under your breath so the rest of the boys can't hear. "I'm sorry, Y/N." He whispered back. "But you know how that dress just kills me." "Try to contain yourself!" You shot back. You turned your attention back to the conversation that Ash, Cal and Niall were having. Harry and Luke were throwing food at each other a little farther down the table and Zayn was to your left, chatting with Liam and Louis. The ten of you were out to dinner to celebrate the fact that you were all in town at the same time. "I love that movie!" You added to Niall, Cal and Ash's discussion. An hour passed and everytime you looked at Michael he looked as though he was going to pass out. "Can we leave yet?" He begged. "I've only just gotten my food! You can be patient." His hand moved to your thigh, caressing it softly. "Not here!" You whispered again. "I have to. You just look so.." His voice trailed off when Luke called Michael's name. "You ok? You don't look too good." "He's fine." You interjected. "No, I don't feel very well." Michael threw out the sick card. Again. One of these days the rest of them would catch on. "I think I might need to leave." He sighed, trying to convince everyone that he was upset. "Maybe you should take him home, Y/N. He really doesn't look well." Liam added. "No, Michael. You're fine. We can finish dinner. It's rude to just leave." "It's ok love. If he's not feeling well..." Harry nodded in concern. You turned to see Michael standing from his seat. "We best be getting me home." He sighed, taking your hand. "Sorry boys." You huffed. "I guess we'll see you tomorrow." They all waved you off and you and Michael made your way out into the paking lot. As you were about the climb in Michael pushed you up against the car. "Michael Gordon Clifford!" You screamed. "What the hell are you doing?!" "I told you this dress makes me so hot." He violently kissed you, tugging on the hem of your dress. "We're in the middle of the parking lot!" You tried but failed to push him away. You lost track of how long you two were kissing until you heard Harry's voice. "Feeling better Clifford?"

 Calum: "You're cooking?" Calum stated as he entered the house, seeing you standing over the stove. "And you're home!" You gushed, forgetting the food and running into his arms. Your fingers curled around his hair and you breathed in his sweet scent. "I missed you so much." "I missed you too, babe." He placed kisses into your hair and up and down your neck for a few minutes until you remembered the food. "Damn!" You released him, running over to the pot and sighing. "It's burned." You took the pot off the stove and threw it in the sink, completely frustrated. "I just wanted to make you a nice meal because you were coming home.. and.. and... and why are you staring at me like that?" Calum's eyes stared intently at you, glancing you up and down more than enough times. "I don't know if it's the fact that I've been gone for three months or that you're cooking or that cute little apron or how cute you look when you're angry.. But.. I am so turned on right now." He had still yet to make eye contact. "Cal! Here I am about in tears and that's all you can think about?!" You buried you hands in your face. "Hey, I can make you feel better." Though you couldn't see his expressions, you could hear the cheekiness in his voice as he made his way to you and wrapped his frame around yours. "I hate you." You sighed. "Good. You're angry. Does that mean if I take you up to the bedroom that your cute angry face will be there?" You looked up at him and nodded. "My God woman then what the hell are we still doing down here?!" He took your hand and dragged you up the stairs where you two enjoyed an even funner night than the one you had planned.

Luke: "Hey babe what's... uhh.. umm.. what are you doing?" Luke had walked in on you, sprawled out over the bed with barely any clothes on. The air conditioning in your house was broken on the hottest day in Australia. You had tried everything to escape the heat and this was the only thing that was helping. "The air conditioning is broken." You huffed, wiping away the sweat from your forehead. "Oh.. I guess I should call a handyman... But.. You mean you've been hot and sweaty.. and practically naked.. all day?" His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "It's the only thing that's helping!" You protested. "Hey, no complaints here." He made is way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Actually. One complaint. Why didn't you call me?" You turned to face him and saw the cheeky grin fall over his face. "Seriously? You're getting turned on by this?" He chuckled a little as his hand moved to your stomach, rubbing small circles around your belly button. "Do you think the handyman can wait?"