Interracial 5SOS Preferences

You're Curvy/Thick

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LUKE: Maybe it was the constant sorority parties or seasonal raves but you have gained weight. Sure some of it's in the "right places", but you still jumped from a size 8 to a size 12 in pants in the span of a year. That on campus gym obviously didn't do its job. "Babe, you alright?" Your boyfriend asked from outside the dressing room. You were afraid to tell him that the size 12 fits perfectly because he already knows you're a size 8. Walking out, you modeled the pants, as usual, for him. "I love it! It'll look great for the album release party." Examining - and mentally criticizing - yourself in the mirror, you smile knowing he loves it. However the inner conflict with yourself still remains: how the hell did you gain all this weight? And how did he not notice? "Lukey," "Yes?" "Do you think these pants make me look fat?" "Michael told me that's a trick question." "Answer it." "No." "Luke." "Y/N" You groaned slamming back into the tiny cube away from your annoying boyfriend. A knock on the door followed but you only sucked your teeth, not wanting to talk. Confirming it was only you two in the dressing room, Luke spoke, "Y/N I know what's wrong." You remained silent and he took that as a sign to continue, "You've gained weight and that's okay." Shocked by the blunt expression you opened the door, "if you noticed, why didn't you say something?" "Because I don't need to. It's your body; until you're ready to change it, or you become a weight that is unhealthy, it's not my right to say anything about your body. Besides this, your curves are sexy and I love you."

MICHAEL: Deciding to be a nice girlfriend, you opt to make your boyfriend breakfast. However after last night's unplanned sleepover you don't have clean underwear. Thinking he wouldn't mind, you put on a clean pair of Michael's boxers and yesterday's t-shirt. The boxers didn't cover your entire butt, but it's only you and Michael in the house so no biggy. On your way to the kitchen you pass the living room and Michael's CD collection. Why not cook to some music right? The new band's new CD - fan girl much Mikey? - was on top and you just went with that. After that you got straight to cooking; luckily there was food in the fridge and so you made him biscuits*, sausage, and cheese & hash omelet. In the midst of making Michael's larger omelet, your favorite song came on. You immediately start dancing to the beat and bouncing your butt in the process. You're full on twerking by the time you've plated everything. "Ooo twerking and breakfast? I like that." Michael smirks, leaning against the archway to the kitchen. You almost drop the food at the sound of his voice but manage to turn. "You gotta come downstairs and give me a heart attack first thing in the morning?" "I couldn't resist. I mean your ass can barely fit in my boxers and then you decided to dance while cooking me breakfast?" "That doesn't justify a heart attack dumbass." You speak placing his food on the dining room table. He sat and ate but as you were washing dishes his eyes followed your backside everywhere a solidified perk, he thought, to dating you.

CALUM: You loved you curves! As a child you were taught to embrace your voluminous breast, wide hips, and big perky booty. Sure kids tried to talk to you down and over sexualize you, but you were never ashamed. You couldn't be, knowing a lot of women adored, envied, and strived for what you possessed. Some even paid money to achieve it - but that's none of your business. Calum on the other hand had a love/hate relationship with your body. He loved it when it was all his; in the bedroom he would devour your body without hesitation and be sure to leave his mark. Even if it was something subtle like pinching your butt to make you laugh, or always picking up new bodycon dresses for you to try. The downside came when, well other people would try to admire you. He had caught the boys numerous times ogling at your shape and the band almost broke up last week after Michael commented on your "nice rack" thinking Calum wasn't in the room. The boy has serious jealousy issues. So now here you are, in a club slow whining on your boyfriend to reggae music. Parched, you dismiss yourself to get some drinks at the bar. "Okay babe. I'm gunna use the bathroom and then meet ya there." When you made it to the bar you ordered, and stood waiting since the little bar stools hurt you bottom. The longer you stood there the more uncomfortable you felt; you saw guys sizing you up basically undressing you with their eyes, and the glares of women - is it your fault their men are watching you?. Again you don't feel ashamed but understandably uncomfortable. Especially when dumb and dumber walk over to you offering drinks. "No thank you, I'm here with somebody." "I don't see him." "He's in the bathroom." They were boxing you in on both sides a little closer than you'd like. "You smell nice." One of the men whispered directly into your ear. You tried to move away but then the other guy was right in front of you. "C'mon let us buy you a drink baby." "You won't be buying her shit." Your head snapped toward Calum who looked like he was about to blow a fuse. The two men backed off a little bit but didn't walk away. "Look man we were just-" "I know exactly what you were doing, but I'm here now so, leave her alone." Reluctantly the two men walked away leaving you to snuggle into Calum. You would think you had been in more situations like that, but this had to be the most extreme. "Thanks Cal" "It's no problem. I wouldn't have let anything happen to you."

ASHTON: At 6 o' clock every morning, you wake up before Ashton and prepare to workout. Sometimes you head to your local gym, and other times you'll just take a jog around the neighborhood. Your fiancé is well aware of this, and in order to get more time in bed with you, he will purposely turn your alarm clock off. This results in arguments, whining from him, and late returns home since you need to go to the gym after work. "What's the point of you working out anyway? You're not fat." Ashton would groan if he saw you getting ready. "Overweight people aren't the only ones who need to work out Ashton. Everything jiggles right now and I just wanna get toned okay?" You hadn't told Ash how you felt about your jiggly thighs and upper arms. You had no muscles when you flexed and that you don't like. "I like your jiggles though. You're my jiggly puff." You smile at the pet name given to you a long time ago as you looked in the mirror. Sure you wanted to tone up but Ashton was right. "Like when I hold you - I don't want to hold a stick babe. I mean there's nothing wrong with getting in shape but you are in shape." Ashton's right; your shape is beautiful the way it is and many would die to have it. You don't need to go crazy at the gym, just a few days will be enough. "Maybe I'll skip the workout today. Do you want waffles?" "There's my girl - French toast please."

*I don't know what people overseas call them because I know in Trinidad a biscuit is like a cookie or cracker. But if you look up Pillsbury Biscuit then basically that's what you "cooked" Michael.