5SOS Imagines (and possibly preferences)

Ashton #1

        It was your first game of the season, and Ashton had been placed in the same team as you this year.  So, clearly, you were feeling extra pressured to play as well and show off your skills to Ashton's.  You played pitcher and he was an amazing catcher- with strong, toned arm muscles.  While it was great to have him on the same team as you, his attractiveness was also a major distraction.  Whenever he was around, you suddenly became jittery, nervous mess- unable to talk logically.  It was like his perfection rendered you speechless.

   The game was about to begin when he flung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him.  "You look nervous Y/n.  Relax- you'll play great, like you always do,"  he told you, grinning.  You blushed from his words and muttered a pathetic thanks before running off to take your place on the field.

   You and your team played extremely well and you felt proud of your efforts by the end of the game.  Throughout the game you caught Ashton sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren't looking, making you flush with embarrassment every time.  By the end of the game, you were both drenched in sweat and exhausted, yet you were on a high from winning.  Out of nowhere Ashton came bounding towards you with his arms open.  He had this grin on his face like a little kid on Christmas morning, and his hair was sticking up in all directions from the hat he's been wearing.  His enormous arms engulfed your body in a tight hug, and you drew him in too- intoxicated by his delightful, surprisingly not-sweaty, smell.  The hug lasted for what was defiantly considered longer   than a 'friendly hug', and you were eager for more.  "Good game," Ashton whispered in your ear.

"You weren't so bad yourself,"  you stuttered out, trying to pretend he wasn't the reason your heart was about to burst from your chest.  He grinned even wider than you considered humanly possible and you smiled back, glad to see him the happiest he had even been.   Something changed in his eyes as you continued to stare at each other, and before you knew it he was leaning down towards you.  When you almost panicked about the cap still sitting on your head, he coolly removed it and stroked a strand of your y/h/c hair delicately, sending shivers down your spine.  Then his lips were on your, spreading sparks throughout your entire body.  Ashton's grip on your face tightened as the kiss grew deeper and all of the spectators on the sidelines were forgotten.  Your bodies were intertwined and you noticed the blush that spread across his face when his pants tightened against your waist.  He pulled away, embarrassed, and you tried your hardest not to giggle at Ashton's cuteness.  He peeked up at you through his lashes, still blushing, and scratched his head.  "Y/n, I really like you and I don't know if this is the right time to be asking you this but I'm going to do it anyway.  So, uhh do you wanna be my girlfriend?"  He asked you.

"Of course I do you loser," you laughed before jumping into his arms in pure bliss.  Only then did you notice the crowd who had been watching the pair of you the whole time and had begun cheering and clapping for your new boyfriend.