5sos Preferences

special talks and special smiles (mikey)

here's some cute things that would happen backstage if you were dating mikey !

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backstage (mikey)
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you smiled widely as your boyfriend ran off the stage, full of energy and joy.

he ran right up to you and hugged you tight.

"you're sweaty," you groaned although, you really didn't mind (but you would never tell him that).

"all for you." he winked.

"what the fuck," you laughed and pecked his lips.

"mm give me more," he moaned loudly and you slapped his arm, "michael, stop being a freak." you giggled.

he chuckled and pulled back, taking your hand in his and leading you to his dressing room.

"so what are the plans for tonight?" you asked him as you swayed your interlocked hands together in between the two of you.

"I was planning on spending it with you, maybe cuddle a bit, probably make out a lot and eat some food. why? was there something specific you want to do?" he replied.

"that's exactly what I had in mind." you smiled at him. it was a special smile that you never really wore around anyone other than michael.

the two of you walked into the dressing room, seeing calum and ashton talking. you assumed luke was off somewhere doing whatever lukes do when they're alone and have a really big building to explore.

michael changed his shirt really quick and fixed his hair up. you were seated on the couch that calum had been sitting on. michael walked over and sat on your lap, "excuse me sir," you laughed and poked at his sides, "do you mind?"

"oh, no. I don't mind." he said casually, wiggling his bum around on your lap.

you looked toward your boyfriend's band mates, "can you believe this guy?" you joked, still poking and michael's belly.

"he's unbelievable," ashton said, not looking up from his phone.

you frowned at his lack of enthusiasm (ashton's always an enthusiastic sunshine) but you knew he must've been tired.

michael leaned back against you and snuggled into your chest.

"comfy, baby?" you asked him. he mumbled a yes.

"well I'm not." you said and kissed his forehead,

"no, you have to hold me forever." he whined.

"you're such a lump." you teased, reaching down and patting his bum, "let's go mikey gordon, up. you're squishing my boobs."

"oh no! not the boobs!" he gasped, getting up from his ball-like position in your lap.

he laid back on the couch that calum had finally gotten up from, and you moved on top of him.

you snuggled into his neck, "would you still love me if I were boobless?" you said dramatically.

"of course, but you would have to still have the booty," he teased as he put his hand on your bum.

you laughed at his behaviour and snugged into him more. the two of you laid in silence for some time before you started leaving pecks down his neck.