5 Seconds of Summer Preferences 2.0

#60: He Smacks Your Butt

A/N:  Since I've been out since 8 this morning I haven't had time for writing so I was completely lacking on ideas so I made my boyfriend say a word and he said "ass" so I was like okay fine I'll work it out ahha!   

Luke:

"Good luck as always." You grinned when he threw the strap of his guitar over his shoulder and ran a hand through his messy hair. You stood on your toes and made sure to stabilize yourself against him before giving him a kiss goodbye, something that had become a ritual before going on stage. It was what he needed to motivate himself. "I'll see you in a few hours." He mumbled and squeezed you tight, and that was when he smacked his hand flat against your bum, squeezing it afterwards. "What?" He innocently questioned when you looked at him surprised with wide eyes. "You told me good luck, I'm just getting it from your lovely bum." He winked and started to back away before you could give any other comment, your head shaking in disbelief but you were still smiling by his daring and teasing act.

Calum:

"Morning." His voice was rough and slow from his many hours of sleep, curls sticking in every direction possible and his eyes puffy from still being tired. You looked up softly by his sudden presence while hovering over your coffee machine, filling beans into the small mixer. He was standing and admiring you for a short moment and leaned his body against the doorframe until he settled on walking and to go get a cup for himself. You had expected a morning kiss or at least a cuddle and he did, but that was when a smack was forced against your butt and you yelped pressing yourself against the counter. "Your butt is too good not to do that." He mumbled lowly against your ear and gave you a small kiss before heading towards the cupboard to get the cups, a huge morning smile growing on his face.

Michael:

It was a warm breeze coming from the window that seemed to make your eyes flutter open confused, the morning sun striking right into the window through the grey curtains and lightening up the otherwise wide bedroom. You had absolutely no idea what time it was but neither did it matter because it only took you a split second you realize you were slowly falling back to sleep. You were resting on your stomach with your cheek pressed against your pillow, expecting that Michael would be asleep to because his snores were faint. That was proved wrong when he suddenly raised his hands in the air and slapped your butt lightly, still having his eyes closed and a huge grin came to his face. He didn't say anything else but pulled you closer to his body, your mind trying to register what the fuck had just happened but it was so typical him.

Ashton:

"Come over here and let me smack that butt of yours and call me daddy!" Your eyes widened in surprise and glanced over your shoulder to start backing away. The smirk on his face was growing so widely he was having a hard time trying to be serious and he followed your tracks as you walked around your bed to get away from him. "Ashton please stop with those jokes it's enough that your fans call you that!" You jumped onto the bed in order to avoid him, hoping sincerely you would get away because when he did in fact smack you, it would be so harshly sometimes it left marks. "Come on admit it's amusing." He laughed along and grabbed you by the legs when you tried to escape, the two of you collapsing on top of the bed, his lips finding your forehead and his hand quick to smack your bum.