5 seconds of summer Preferences

Mistletoe

Ashton:

You'd be in the kitchen of your shared house making a hot drink ready to return to the marathon of Christmas themed shows when Ashton would stop you from leaving the doorway, towering over you with his blockade of a body. "Uh-uh," he'd tut and look up at the mistletoe hanging above you. "Its tradition, babe."
"How am I supposed to see that all the way up there?" You'd ask placing your mug down and smiling at his antics.
"Maybe if you weren't the size of an elf, we wouldn't be having this issue," he'd tease, sliding his strong arms down around your waist, pressing his body to yours.
You'd bring your arms around his neck stretching up to meet his anxious lips.
"Merry Christmas to me," he'd smirk, leaning in again.

Luke:

The holidays were always a bit stressful for you. Bustling around town, worrying about gifts for your loved ones. You'd had absolutely no time for any TLC. Luke had some rare time off and he was little to no help. You decided you would entice him to repay you, slipping into your favorite lingerie and grabbing mistletoe from the box of decorations in your room that you'd have to sort later. Laying on the bed and placing the mistletoe right on the lace of your panties, "Luke!" You'd call for your boyfriend who was probably watching TV.
You'd here his footsteps from the hall, he'd open the door and a look of surprise and confusion would fall upon his face, "What's this (Y/N)?"
"You know what mistletoe means, right?" You'd say, a naughty smile playing at your lips.
"Y-you want me to kiss you?" He'd ask, a little nervous. Realization quickly dawning on his face. "You want me to kiss you."
"Well," he'd smirk answering your pleading nod, his fingers would dance at your panty line, "It is customary."

Calum:

"Hey, (Y/N)," His tone flirty and mischievous. "Do you believe in Christmas traditions?"
"Yes, Calum," you'd roll your eyes, trying to focus on your finals reviews.
"So if I did this, you would oblige?" He'd test, holding up mistletoe above you, puckering his lips.
You would turn your attention from your book to shake your head at him but kiss him anyways, "See? Christmas traditions reign on."
"I don't believe you," he'd say placing it above your head again, causing you to laugh as he'd bring you into another kiss.
The days would go on like this, you would make sure he didn't bring the stupid leaf out when you'd go on adventures with the other guys but he'd still always manage to sneak in more mistletoe kisses.
"Do you believe me now, Calum?" You'd say, your hair dripping on to the bathroom carpet as your head popped out from behind the bathroom door. He'd stop shaving halfway and interrupt your morning shower to kiss you under that damn mistletoe.
"I always believed you, I just want to kiss you whenever I want," he would smile, one cheek covered in shaving cream that would also be on your face.
"We're dating, you idiot. You can kiss me whenever you want!"
"It's more festive this way, (Y/N)!"

Michael:

You know Mikey loves Christmas but you didn't understand his rush to go to the store and get decorations. "Babe, we don't have a tree, we don't need a skirt for it." You would say, stopping him from buying useless things.
"We can get a tree!" He'd say rushing towards the plastic trees.
A hundred dollars and a car load of stuff later you didn't even know what was bought. Michael would be in the room putting away the candy apple candles you insisted on buying as you were putting away the sugar cookies.
"Ahem, (Y/N)," you'd hear from the kitchen doorway, turning around to see Michael in red velvet boxers and a Santa hat.
You wouldn't be able to help the hysterical laughter, "They match your hair, babe."
"That's not all," he'd smile deviously, pointing down at the mistletoe dangling from the front of his boxers. "How about a kiss?" He'd propose, smirking at you.

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A/N: BECAUSE ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS :)))

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