5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

Ticklefight

Luke:

Luke’s deep breaths was the only sound in the bedroom as the morning was taking over the smaller city you were living at, the sun starting to rise sending reddish sparks inside through your curtains. Even though the weekend had started you were light awake at 9AM, staring at the curtain covered window to make time pass. “Y/N.” Luke mumbled with a raspy voice, making you turn around in your spot, looking at him to see him still with his eyes closed. “Make me breakfast.” He commanded but not in a stern tone. “No.” You laughed, making him crock an eye open. “But I’m hungry.” He almost whined, grabbing you tighter around the waist to pull you even closer than what you already were. “But I’m not.” You shrugged, turning around so your back was facing his chest again. “Guess I’ll use a cowardly trick then.” He mumbled and you knotted your eyebrows by his words but they were soon raised in a shock as his hand started to move down to your thighs, letting his fingers brush over it so a squeal came out of your lips. “Luke don’t you even dare.” You breathed already knowing what he was about to do. Luke let out a small mouth closed chuckle, a smirk plastered on his face as you looked back at him – his eyes still closed. The both of you didn’t move or said anything but as he started to tickle your inner thigh a  rush came through your body making you squeal up again, moving around in the bed like a worm as he continued his action. “Luke stop.” You breathed through giggles and deep breaths, trying to get the boy to stop. “Naha not until you’ll make me breakfast.” He smiled, opening his eyes now, sitting up straight in the bed. “Never.” You almost yelled, and his eyebrows lifted in a surprised smirk before pinned your arms above your head, continuing the tickling. You were wiggling in a determine to get your arms out of his grip but it was no use. Luke only laughed at you as you didn’t want to give up but after a several more minutes of wiggling, giggling and yelling you finally gave in. “Okay! I’ll make you that fucking breakfast just stop.” You yelled and as you said it, he stopped his actions completely. “You look great.” He said sarcastically still with a smirk plastered on your face, yourself panting with a red face. “I’d like some Nutella on my toast please.” He smiled before giving you a kiss on the forehead, you rolling your eyes at him as you went out of bed.

Calum:

“Cal…” You whined letting out a huff as you tried to move your angle in the small bunk. “Mhm.” He hummed turning on his side to look at you. “How much space do you need?” You questioned gesturing to your body being pressed up against the wall, Calum almost filling the entire bunk. “All of it.” He groaned against the sharing pillow making you narrow your eyes at him. “Move a bit.” “No.” He answered not even opening his eyes. Your formed a mad pout at him even though he wasn’t looking at you until your eyes lit up in an idea. Fiddling with your hands under the covers you could feel Calum tense by your sudden move, cock one eye open. “What are you- Holy shit aah.” He exclaimed starting to jerk around in the small bunk trying to avoid your fingers. “What?” You asked innocently baffling your eyelashes. “Don’t you dare do that again.” He warned now having both eyes staring at you. “I’m not doing anything.” You smiled whilst shaking your head. Calum lifted an eyebrow at you but his eyes widen again and small grunts were leaving his mouth as you started to tickle him down the rips, the Kiwi boy starting to twitch around in the bunk again, letting out giggles with a mix of grunts and heaving breathings. “Y/N stop.” He finally managed to say, trying to wiggle out of your grip but it was difficult due to the small amount of space and if he moved himself more he would fall out. You only shock your head at him before giving him a light push on the chest so he felt back onto his back, which allowed you to throw a leg over his hip, settling yourself on him continuing your tickling actions on the snorting boy. “Please stop.” Calum laughed through hysteric breathings, finally gaining some strength and grabbed you by the waist before turning you around, now hovering over you. “Guys the whole fucking bus is shaking, please stop whatever business you’re doing.” Ashton hissed from his bunk, sticking his head out from the curtain with a raised eyebrow and suspicions face expression. The other two’s did the same, looking down at Calum’s bunk. Calum removed the curtain from his bunk a bit letting the guys see you lying under Calum with a red face just as him. “This is not what it looks like.” Calum insisted making now Luke and Michael cock an eyebrow as well. “She was just tickling me-“ “Okay enough.” Ashton said with wide eyes, shutting his curtain. Calum rolled his eyes by Ashton’s perverted brain, the others closing their curtain there curtains as well.

Michael:

”God you suck at this.” You commented as you watched Michael failing for the probably the fifth time in his game, himself letting out uncontrolled groan throwing the controller over the other end of the couch. He looked back at you to see you sending him an uncontrolled smirk, knowing that it would get on his nerves. “Like you could do it better.” He mocked, grabbing the remote turning off the TV. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t take it back that you suck.” You smiled and he looked back at you irritated before a smirk came upon his lips. “Sounds like someone needs a little trip down the ticklish road.” He smiled before standing up from the couch, heading towards you sitting on the other couch. “What do you- Oh shit.” You snapped, standing up instantly knowing what he was hinting as he was lifting his fingers in the air, wiggling them. “No please Michael don’t.” You pleaded, standing up from the couch before he could pin you too it. “Hmm.. No.” He smiled, before sprinting towards you, trying to catch you but you were too fast for him, already turning around the couch. “Catch me if you can.” You yelled running around in circles around the couches, Michael right behind you as the both of you were running in each other’s heals, and Michael determined to catch you. A sudden bump from your hip made you fall to the ground as you had run into the backside of the couch, your back hitting the ground before Michael ran over to you, almost collapsing on you. You let out a huff as he sat himself a little further down your stomach. “Don’t you even dare Clifford.” You warned with big eyes but they changed into squeezed once as your laugher started to fill the living room, Michael starting to smile himself by his actions. “Michael it- it’s inappropriate to tickle someone in the armpit.” You laughed trying to pry his fingers away from your armpits but the boy wouldn’t bug. “Not if you ask me.” He laughed continued his actions. Your legs were jolting up and down, Michael’s smirk never leaving his lips, “Say that I don’t suck at video games.” He demanded making you only shake your head. “Never.” You said through breaths and giggles. “Fine by me.” He shrugged not stopping. But it didn’t take long for you to let out small shouts saying “Okay okay.” He stopped his actions looking at you with a smile playing on his lips. “You don’t such at video games.” You gave in and he let out a small giggle before placing his lips on your panting ones, taking the breath away from you again.

Ashton:

“Guys come on, give us some more dares!” Ashton whined to the camera above on his MacBook laptop, giving the camera a smaller pout as he stared into it. “Remember we have different hashtags.” He mentioned grabbing his phone again to mention what he had already said more than 4 times during the twitcam. “If you want to dare me, use the hashtag #IdareyouAsh and if you wanna dare Y/N use #IdareyouY/N.” He smiled to the camera as he finished talking before looking back at his phone, scrolling through the hashtags that kept popping up on his phone. “Here’s a good one.” He suddenly said making you remove your gaze from your phone to look at him. “It says: Ashton I dare you to kiss Y/N on any body part you want, along with the hashtag.” He winked at you. “No way. You can kiss me on the cheek.” You laughed pointing towards your cheekbone. There was no way that you would let Ashton kiss you on whatever body part of his choice in front of 30k people watching. “Fine.” He whined before pressing his soft lips onto your cheek, giving it a few pecks before he removed himself from you – even such a small affection like that could make both yours and his butterflies go crazy in your stomachs, Ashton having a smaller pinkish color on his cheeks now. “I have one.” You said as you clicked on a tweet, having a devilish smile plastered. “What?” He asked with a cocky eyebrow noticing how your expression had changed. “Y/N I dare you to tickle Ashton on his most dangerous tickle spot.” You winked before throwing the phone to the madras raising yourself to straddle Ashtons lap. “Don’t you dar-“ Ashton didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence as your hands connected with his rips, the boy letting out hysteric typical Ashton laughs as he was rolling around now landing on the bed you were having the twitcam at, Ashton’s legs started to twitch up and down. “Ash if you keep on doing that with your legs you’re gonna knock down your laptop.” You smirked keeping on tickling him. “If you stopped tickl- tickling me we wouldn’t have that problem.” He almost yelled through laughs, trying to pry you off his body. “It was your fans who requested this.” You shrugged, slowing down your tickling so he could at least catch a breath. You stopped completely before sitting straight on him, and he let out deep pants, removing his now dampen curls from his forehead. “Now that looks naughty.” He commented as he turned his head motioned to the twitcam seeing you guys’ reflection. A pink blush appeared on your cheeks as well as you removed yourself from his lap continuing the twitcam again.