5SOS Imagines/Preferences

He Hits Your Boob(Cashton/4)

He Accidentally Hits You In The Boob: Ashton And Calum.

Ashton:

You were lying comfortably on the bed, your back pressed up against a pile of pillows, a hot cup of tea steaming beside you. The window was open so you could hear the heavy rain that was outside, letting you rest in full comfort, and you had your favorite book with you, your phone lying on the expanse of the duvet. You smiled as the book got better, but a noise from down the hall distracted you. You heard a loud curse, and the bedroom door flew open, showing a disheveled Ashton. "You alright?" You asked, 

 It was the middle of the day, and you could tell that writing today had not gone well. He usually didn't come home early if the lads were on a roll, the words and music coming effortlessly. Of course, there were those days that it was nothing but silence and exasperated sighs. As he threw on one of his shirts he began to crawl over to you, nothing sexual, but instead he was in need of a simple embrace.

 He finally reached you before sinking onto his stomach, his head resting on your stomach as he flopped over you. He reminded you of a large puppy, as you stroked his hair. He shifted a little, his shoulder coming into contact with your boob, making you jump and yelp slightly. He immediately sat up, his eyes searching yours.

 "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" He said frantically, his hands ghosting over your chest area. 

"Ash, its fine. It was an accident. It wasn't even that hard." You said laughing as you released your boob that you realized you were holding.

 "You're sure? I'm really sorry!" He said, still staring at your face in an expression of shock and terror. 

"I'm fine, I hit myself in the boob all the time." You said with a wave of your hand. He nodded his head again, muttering yet another apology, before lying back down on your stomach. This time his motions were slow and thought out, his body never going anywhere near your boobs. 

"Ash, I'm fine. Stop treating me as if I'm going to break." You said laughing, as you felt him relax onto your body. You could feel his rumbling laughter through your abdomen as you continued to run your hands through his hair, easing all concerns that he had.

Calum: 

You could hear Calum out in the back doing something, whatever it was. You were doing simple things in the house, really just tidying up. It was just one of those days, you both agreeing that it was time for some Spring cleaning, so you had taken the inside of the house, and Calum had agreed to do things outside. You were humming to the song playing on the stereo in the background, when you heard Calum yell your name. You stopped what you were doing to go to the sliding door that led to your backyard, to see Calum holding something that looked like an football.

 "(Y/N)! Catch!" He said just as you slid the door open, your hands instinctively went up to shield your face and attempt to catch the ball. Instead of it landing perfectly in your grasp, it landed in your hands but the force knocked it back so it hit you right square in the boob. You gasped, dropping the football to the ground, before looking up at Calum. Your hands went up to grab your boob, laughing you shook your head.

 "You're an idiot, you could have waited like a fraction of a second." You said standing upright and releasing your boob.

 "I am so sorry!" He said jogging over to you. He came up to you, his eyes travelling over your chest area, as you shook your head.

 "Are you sure you're alright? That looked like it really hurt." He said, his hands awkwardly hovering around you.

 "Well, I could always kick you in the balls to replicate the feeling." You said laughing. His eyes grew wide, just as his knees came together. 

"I'm kidding Cal. It's fine really," You shook your head, as he relaxed.

 "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thrown that at you without letting you actually get ready." He said scratching the back of his neck.

 "It's fine, just give me a heads up next time." You said coming over to kiss him gently on the cheek.