5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Morning

Credit (meowhood)
Calum
-You squeeze your eyes shut as your mind groggily wakes you up, the room you were in was much to bright for your liking. You blink a few times before opening your eyes. You felt the crust around them and cringed. You tried to bring your hand up to rub it but it was stuck. Suddenly you felt more awake then before. You sat up a little, looking around to see that you were in Calum's room. You looked down to see his red flannel adorning your torso, the only thing on underneath was a lace thong that you had left at Calum's one time. You looked beside you to see Calum curled into a ball, his back facing you and you arm tucked under him. Besides the aching of your arm that was numb from his body weight, your lips curled into a smile as you felt his fingers loosely tangled with yours. You squeezed his hand, using your other hand to wipe the crust out of your eyes and run your fingers through your hair a few times. You laid back down, spooning your boyfriend once again. He stirred a little, turning over and putting a pulse back into your arm. He opened his eyes a little, just enough to meet yours. You smiled lazily, he returned it with his eyes closed. "good morning" you whispered. Calum mumbled something incomprehensible, resting his hands on your bare hips and moving his hands up your shirt. You squirmed giggling and telling him to knock it off. He broke a smile, still refusing to open his eyes. He tugged your chest towards him so it was pressed against his and then squirmed his head in the crook of your neck and pressed a slow kiss to your jaw "good morning"
Luke
-"y/n".... "y/n"....."y/nnnnnnnnnn" you groaned pushing away however was all up in your grill this early in the morning. You turned over on the bed, clinging onto the sheets even harder than before. "y/n" at this point you realized it was Luke, being the little shit he is. You felt him poke your cheek and then scurry to his side of the bed, his giggles trailing behind him. You felt him crawl back over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing small kisses onto your shoulder. "get off me Luke" you groaned, wiggling in his grip. "good morning princess" you mentally roll your eyes, but you couldn't help but let a smile fall onto your lips. You turn around to face him, his head is resting on the pillow beside you, his hair sticking out in every direction possible. You let out a small laugh, lifting your hand to brush it to one side. His big blue eyes innocently peek up at you, he looks like a small child that is waiting for you to get up so you can get on the plane 8 hours to early to go to Disney Land. You let your hand fall back to your side and stare at him. The two of you have a silent starring contest until he blinks and you smile widely. "I win" He scrunches his nose up, suddenly pouncing on you and throwing you onto his back. "Luke!" you laughed clinging onto his neck as he gallops, literally gallops, into the kitchen and sits you on the counter. He's dressed in blue boxers with little sailor boats on them, and a plain black tee shirt. You couldn't help but stick your foot out and kick his butt as he turns to the fridge to find something to eat. He turns to you with a playfully shocked look on his face. "how dare you" you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to look as innocent as possible. He stands in-between your legs and places his hands on the small of your back. He leans in so his lips are just barely touching yours "I love you" you make the rest of the way to touch his lips, a smile pressed against his. You poked his nose "I love you too"
Ashton
-Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of loud music. You stayed in the same position, your face pressed into a pillow and your limbs sprawled across the bed, for several minutes until finally you felt awake enough to get up. You threw on one of Ashton's shirts that was folded on the dresser and waddled out of the room tiredly. The music was coming from the kitchen where you figured Ashton was. Sure enough, there was the attractive shaggy haired boy, standing over the waffle machine, his shirt no where to be found. The new 21 pilots album was playing, and Ashton was humming along. You walked over to him and slid your arms around his waist. You felt his pulse jump against your chest. "hey (y/nick/n), good morning babe" He spun around kissing the corner of your mouth. "I didn't wake you did I?" Ashton frowned turning his music down a little. "No you're good, I just got hungry" You know that he did wake you but thats like telling a little child that spilled milk is a big deal. You plopped yourself up at the bar and watched him cook until we turned around to look for you. "Oh look at you, not going to help?" he joked and you shook your head with a smug grin. "no I'd rather just watch my personal chef make me his personal waffles" Ashton brought the spatula he was holding up and pointed it at you, his other hand coming up on his hip "you better watch it missy, mind you that this is an unpaid job and I am a very high class chef who works for kisses and love" you snorted, getting up and walking towards him. Placing a long kiss on his tan face, you stand on your tippy toes "I'll take 2 waffles and a side of strawberries and bacon please"
Michael
-You woke up feel your boobs being crushed against a hard surface. Huffing your hair out of your face, you placed both hands on either side of you, trying to figure out where you were. You looked down to see Michael laying underneath you, squeezing his eyes shut and slowly opening them. Your face relaxed a little. He stretched his arms up over his head, his eyes going up to you and then immediately down to your boobs which were tightly covered by a spaghetti strap tank top. His sleepy face turned into a smirk. You laughed smacking his arm and letting yourself fall back onto his chest. His hands came up to your hips as he kissed your forehead. "morning" His voice was laced with sleep and it was the sexiest thing ever. You hummed, turning your head to look up at him. He was still looking at you, his hand came up slowly towards your face, his fingers played with your hair, his other hand slowly rubbing your back, his nails running chills down your spine. You both stayed like that for a long time, not really saying anything. His hand was tangled in your hair, his eyes focused on the ceiling and yours focused on the back of your eye lids. It was probably about 11 in the afternoon when Michael finally lifted his hands under your butt and propped himself up. You whined, throwing your arms lazily over his neck and letting your head dangle on his back. He held onto you, standing up and going towards your closet. "c'mon baby girl, lets get dressed on we can get pancakes" you kiss his lips as he sets you onto your feet and runs his hand through your hair