5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

#4 How You Cuddle

Calum:

I feel that with Calum, he would love spooning. Like, he would just love the feeling of your back pressed to his chest, and that he could easily weave his arm around your waist to rest his hand on your stomach and draw small patterns on it. Then he would tangle up your legs with his, just so that you two would be even closer. Then, I think, he would rest his head on your shoulder and whisper sweet nothings into your hair while placing feather light kisses to your neck and gently nibbling on your earlobe.

Ashton:

I feel that with Ashton, he would like to treat you as though your his little lady, which is what he liked to call you. Like, he would lie back, and pull you down to lie on top of him so your head would be resting on his chest and you could listen to the soft rhythmic beating of his heart while tracing random shapes onto his muscular drummer arms. I feel like he would run his hand up and down your back in soothing manner, while the other arm would stay fixed around your waist in a protective way. Then he would place soft kisses to your temples, forehead and hair, and you would both fall asleep in that same position.

Luke:

We all know Luke likes a good cuddle, so he would treat you like a cuddly toy, I think. After all, you are his little penguin! You would both lie facing each other, and he would wrap his long legs around yours. Then he would wrap one arm around your shoulder, and the other around your waist like he was a barrier. You would nuzzle your face into his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his cologne. He would constantly place soft kisses to your skin, and whisper you about how much he loved you. But only after you had fallen asleep. As far as Luke was concerned, you couldn't know a thing about the massive crush Luke, your best friend, had on you.

Michael:

I feel like Michael would be a very rare cuddler. Like, he would only cuddle you properly when you were in desperate need of his love. Like, if you were upset, he'd lay the two of you down, and even though the space is massive, he would still pull you as close to him as he possibly could. He'd wrap both his arms around your waist like a protective barrier, and try to shield you from it all. You would bury your head into his chest and let his band tee soak up your tears, but he didn't mind an ounce. He would twirl locks of your hair round his fingers because he know it soothed you as well as himself. He would nuzzle his face into your neck, kissing every inch of your exposed skin that was accessible to him, while he told you that he would be there for you, and that you have no fear, because he will protect you. He really was a knight in skinny jeans.