How would each of the 5sos boys react to reader getting caught staring at their hands?
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a/n: love this idea!! thank you for requesting <3
summary: how each band member would react to you staring at their hands.
cw: slight choking kink and a hand kink obvi
minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.
luke
it was a friday evening in, luke humming to himself and writing half coherent lyrics down in his notebook while you sat on the couch watching him. he promised that you would play a board game and have a drink once he finished the second verse.
this was the one time you wouldn't want him to, though.
luke was hunched over the dining table humming and scribbling. he's been at it for an hour, and despite his profuse apologies, you were genuinely okay with it.
the past twenty minutes he's been agitated at one particular line; luke knows he should probably leave it alone and come back to it in the morning, that always worked, but his stubbornness won himself over.
he keeps gripping the paper and pen in frustration, groaning at his unsolved lyrics, your eyes going wide at how hot it is.
“god fucking-."
“why-? ugh."
“damn it!”
your breathing almost halts as he slams the pen against the table, forehead gently hitting he cold countertop as he hears your voice asking if he’s alright-- the one that should sound sweet and innocent but has some kind of edge to it.
then he sees it.
that subtle look behind your eyes that says you want him to throw you against the wall and have you coming all over his cock, while he sucks on that sweet spot of your neck.
"seriously?"
"i can't help it, okay?"
ashton
a rainy day meant old movies on the couch and cuddles -- you didn't make the rules.
rain hammered against the windows of the apartment, while the bride of frankenstein (ashton's choice today), played languishly in the background of your tiny space.
you both were wrapped in a blanket, his eyes focused on the screen ahead, entranced by the film while yours were on him.
ashton's hands were roaming over you aimlessly, the sweet and caring way they always did, fingertips running abstract shapes and lines on your thigh.
they start to drum to the song accompanying the movie, and you try to keep your heart at a normal rhythm, but your eyes can't help but drift to his hands and long fingers that touch your skin.
ash pulls you closer, your lips pulling into a tight line as his hands draw dangerously close to the bottom of your shorts.
a small sound emits from your throat as his fingers brush the seam of the fabric. kill me. kill me now, you think.
he whips his head toward you, "what, something wrong?"
your stomach tightens at the question. it felt quite the opposite.
"nope, nothing. all good."
"darling, are you sure? you can tell me."
his voice drips with concern and it has no right to turn you on this much.
"fine! your stupid hands are turning me on," you bury your face into his chest, and you feel his hand slide into your hair.
he just laughs with a smug smile, "are they now?"
michael
you and michael had waltzed into a vintage store on your day off, not looking for anything in particular.
it was a fairly normal routine for you two, getting a coffee and chatting while perusing in multiple stores without ever wanting to buy anything.
but not today apparently.
you made your way over to a table with michael trailing behind you, your eyes landing on the merchandise for sale. buttons, old photos, board games, etc.
a red velvet box gets your attention with different sizes and metals, not really your style but definitely your boyfriend’s. gothic, silver, and cool.
then there it was:
a slender silver ring, with a detailed swirled setting around a dark, rich ruby gemstone that had an ‘m’ right in the center, made to look like a musical note.
michael was stood next to you, fingers flipping through a cart of vinyls and you couldn’t help but stare. his thick fingers brushed past each album with ease, going through a stack within seconds.
you swallow. hard.
he notices your lips slightly parted and eyes just slightly glazed over, a behavior you only do when you’re thinking about something naughty, and he catches on.
michael leans in and whispers against the shell of your ear,
“you want me to wear those and finger you until you cum all over them, don’t you princess?”
you almost scream, because how the hell did he just read your mind like that?
the cashier gives you a weird look.
you take a much needed breath, “not funny.”
“who said I was joking?” he shrugs.
you wave him off and he giggles, saying ‘i have a few at home’ and ‘which one is your favorite’ but you can’t hear him over the urge to either smack him or fuck him.
calum
you’d had a long day and after a shower you were met with calum preparing dinner.
you tried to help, but he insisted you didn’t, claiming you were ‘too pretty to dice a tomato’, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder.
then it started.
cal was chopping carrots talking about… you weren’t really sure but the way his fingers were curling around the knife and that fluid motion being way more sensual than it had to be made your mind wander so far.
but then it got worse.
he continued to work his way around the kitchen, reaching for seasonings in the cabinet, his fingers flexing just so to grab what he needed from the top shelf.
“y/n?”
“hmm.”
“which one did you want?”
“uh, I don’t- either.”
he furrows a brow at your response but leaves it alone. a few minutes later he notices the change in tour breathing and practically sees you squeeze your thighs together.
the knife clatters against the granite counter as cal pieces it together. he crosses his arms, a smug as hell smile forming on his lips.
“are you staring at my hands?”
uh oh.
you felt your face heat and embarrassed fill your body like a teenager getting caught touching themself. “I- no?”
he wipes his hands and makes his way over to you, a hand sliding from the base of your neck, slightly squeezing.
