Imagine -one shots-

The Arrogant Sports Addict

Swish. You hear the familiar noise of the basketball going smoothly through the hoop as he performs yet another dunk.

“Show off”, you call out with a teasing grin.

He just grins and bows deeply. “Thank you, thank you”, he smiles and bows to the pretend crowd.

You stick your tongue out at him. And throw the football he brought, aiming for his stomach. He catches it perfectly with no trouble and waves it in the air mockingly. You frown and get up from the bleachers located at the side of the field. You walk over to him and he gives you a confused, questioning gaze. You go on your tippy toes, about to ‘kiss’ him, he closes his eyes and you flip his snap back off his head, catching it as it falls. You flip it backwards and stick it on your head. He opens his eyes and pouts, his cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment. Then he begins to chase you around the field. He soon catches you and tackles you to the ground, making it so that you land on top of him as to not crush you. You laugh and he takes his hat off of your head.

“Ugh, stupid running, stupid exercising, stupid fast boyfriend”, you mutter under your breath.

He chuckles and nuzzles your noses together.

“I’m sorry”, he says quietly, looking into your eyes.

You giggle, “It’s alright you arrogant asshole”, you whisper.

You peck his lips and try to get up, but he holds you against him. He tightens his arms around your middle and buries his face in your hair.

“No, mine”, he whines like a kid.

You laugh, “Come onnn, let goooo!” you whine back.

He replies with a low growl.

“I bet I can beat you back to the basketball net”, you state challengingly. He quickly gets up, dragging you up along with him.

“Your on”, he says winking.

You both begin running, and laughing. He wins… of course. But this time you tackle him to the ground. Kissing him, you mutter against his lips, “Freaking sporty shit”. He smiles into the kiss.