5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Kiss It Better - Ashton Irwin

You huffed in frustration, rushing around your flat. You were almost late for work, your keys deciding to be douches and get lost. You entered the kitchen, searching in your cupboards and on your counters. After looking for a few minutes, you sighed, leaning against the wall. After a few moments, your eyes landed on the food closet and you ran to it, twisting the door open.

"Aha!" you shouted, spotting your keys just under the bottom shelf. You quickly reached down to pick them up, clasping the cool metal with you hands.

"Crap!" you hissed, pulling you hand back. A stinging pain burned your middle finger, causing you to wince slightly.

You glanced at your hand, assessing the damage. There was a long, pink line stretching down your finger, a few areas an angry red.

You flinched, touching the sensitive skin.

"I don't have time for this bull," you muttered, angrily stomping out of your apartment.

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"Ugh," you groaned, unlocking the door to your flat. Your finger was bothering the crap out of you, stinging every couple of seconds.

"Hey babe," your boyfriend, Ashton, smiled. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, snuggling into your neck. "How was work?"

"Annoying," you exhaled, leaning into his chest.

"Aw," he pouted, holding you tighter. "C'mon, I rented some movies for us to watch." He broke away, grabbing your bad hand.

"Ow," you flinched, pulling your hand away.

Ashton's face immediately flooded with concern, "What's wrong?"

You blushed, putting your hand behind your back. "It's nothing Ash," you grinned nonchalantly, "Let's just go watch those movies."

"No (Y/N)," he stated, grabbing your shoulders. "We're not going to watch them until you tell me what's wrong."

You rolled your eyes holding your injured hand out in front of you, " See? It's not a big deal."

Ashton's eyes softened, both of his hands gently holding your scratched one. "When did this happen?"

You shrugged, looking at the floor in embarrassment. "This morning."

He looked at you, analysing your expression. "It's been bothering you, hasn't it?"

 You nodded sheepishly, smirking as you thought up an idea. "Kiss it better?" you joked, pulling your cutest puppy dog eyes.

He chuckled slightly, pulling your hand up to his lips. He gently peppered your scratch with kisses, gazing up at you with soft eyes.

"Does it feel better?" he murmured against your hand.

You nodded, slightly red in the face.

"Good," he smiled, holding your hand in his. "Now let's go watch those movies and cuddle.