5sos imagines

He teaches you his instrument

Calum

"Babe, I'm ready!" Calum shouted from the music room. I sighed, knowing that this wouldn't end well. I had promised to let Calum teach me how to play the bass, but I had as much musical talent as a spoon. I walked along and saw him sitting on the stool with the bass sitting on his lap. He spotted me.

"Come here." He smiled, moving the bass and patting his lap. I walked in and sat on his lap before he moved the bass so that it was sat on my knee.

"I'm not sure what the point of this is, we both know that every attempt at me learning the bass ends in us making out." I chuckled.

"You act like that's a bad thing." He smirked. I giggled as he moved my fingers to the right frets.

"And keep that one there, while the other goes there." He muttered.

"Okay." I nodded as he placed a kiss against my shoulder.

"What's the strumming?" I asked.

"Just do down, down, down for now." He instructed.

"Okay." I spoke. I looked over my shoulder to see Calum just staring at me in contempt.

"What?" I smiled.

"You just look beautiful sitting on my lap." He shrugged. I smiled before pecking his lips and going back to the bass.

Luke (He finds out that you can sing)

"Because I've got a jet-black heart." I sung as I shut the water off.

"And there's a hurricane underneath it." I continued as I wrapped a towel around my body.

"Trying to keep us apart." I sang, opening the door and walking into the bedroom.

"I write with a poison pen, but these chemicals moving between us are the reason to start again." I sang.

"Are you kidding me?" I turned around to see Luke lying on the bed, staring at me dumbfounded.

"What?" I asked.

"Why didn't you tell me that you can sing?" he asked.

"Because I can't." I shrugged as I put my underwear on.

"Yes, you can, babe." He smiled as he stood up.

"How long did you think you could keep this from me?" he asked.

"It's not like I've been cheating or anything." I chuckled.

"Yeah, but...my girlfriend can sing!" he laughed, making me giggle.

Michael

"Please, babe?" Michael asked. I sighed.

"Why are you so desperate to teach me guitar?" I groaned.

"Because I want to help you. Please." He begged.

"Fine." I sighed. He smiled before patting his lap, making me chuckle as I sat down on it.

"Okay." He smiled, placing the guitar on my leg.

"So, move your fingers here." He spoke, gently moving my fingers to form the chords. I moved slightly on his lap.

"Baby, I need you to sit still." He mumbled.

"Sorry." I chuckled.

"It's okay, just...don't move." He smiled.

"So, start strumming." He instructed.

"Got it." I nodded. I started playing a song.

"Well done, babe, you're good." He chuckled.

"Thanks." I smiled as I moved again, making Michael moan. I smirked at him.

"You're getting horny, aren't you?" I chuckled.

"No..." he muttered.

"Let me repay you for teaching me the guitar." I smirked as I put down the guitar and straddled his lap.