5SOS Preferences

He Stares at You

He Stares At You.

Luke: You’re asleep in the bed next to him, snoring softly with your arms curled into your body. He couldn’t help but smile down at your frame, embracing every inch of you with his eyes and memory, his heart swelling at the thought of how you looked when you were on top of or under him. A blush crept to his cheeks as he sunk lower into the bed, now lying on his side so he could study you more. Luke smirked to himself as his finger tips lightly danced along some of your bare thigh; a content feeling taking over him. He couldn’t believe you were his, that he was the only one who got to see you at your best and worst moments. Luke couldn’t believe even after all this time, you were his to love and to hold.

Ashton: “Perfect,” he whispers to himself as soon as you stepped out of the dressing room, your bikini top wrapped tightly around your breasts and the bottoms hugging you just the way Ashton loved. He bit his lip absent mindedly as you admired it in the mirror, taking in your body just as he was. A smirk formed on his lips as he imagined you out of the bikini, stepping out of the shower, hell, even in the shower when the two of you had your intimate moments together in the hot steamy water. He was proud that he could call you his, that he could say he was the reason behind your smile and he was the reason you were so loud of the night time. Ashton smirked as you turned towards him and modeled the bikini, asking him his opinion. “I love it,” he says, talking about both you and the bathing suit.

Calum: His tongue flickers out across his bottom lip as he watches you dive for the volleyball on the court, your spandex riding up just enough to where he can see the perfect outline of your ass he happened to love so much. As soon as you got back up and jumped to spike the ball, his dark eyes averted to your small figure and your petite boobs he loved; a smirk forming as you smacked the ball hard. He couldn’t help but let his admiration for you grow, knowing that you were his girlfriend and he was the one who got to see you under the sheets after every game. Calum loved the fact that it was him you were screaming at during the night instead of your team mates, and he loved to brag that you weren’t afraid to scream, “Mine!” when there were other girls trying to come onto him. He laughed loudly in the stands as you got your serve over, causing you to look over to him. He shook his head and continued to watch your game. He sure was glad to have someone as special as you in his life!

Michael: “Wow.” he mutters to himself as he sees you walk to the end of the aisle, your head down in nervousness as everyone’s eyes turned to you. His heart beat sped up and his palms instantly got sweaty. He knew you were just as nervous as he was, but he couldn’t help but stare at you: you were beautiful, but in this moment now more than ever. Maybe it was because you were in a wedding dress. Maybe it was because you were biting your lip out of nervous habit, or maybe it was because you were going to be stripping that dress off for him in a matter of hours; whatever it was that made you look incredibly stunning in that dress was only making Michael’s nerves shoot off the walls. He couldn’t help but smile as you reached him, joining your fingers together with his as his eyes stared now into yours. You were his, from now until death did you part, and he wasn’t one to object anytime soon.