Imagine -one shots-

The Brother's Best Friend

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mumble to yourself as you walk into your home, already hearing the roaring of you brother and his friend as they watch the football game.

Upon walking in to the living room you find only your brother sitting on the couch, but you know you heard another voice….

Suddenly, two muscly arms wrap around you from behind and you jump in surprise, turning around to find him smiling at you gleefully.

“Did I scare you?” he chuckled kissing your cheek.

“No!” you deny, though your blushing as your heart races.

He laughs nuzzles his head into your neck.

“Guys, ugh this is so weird, go somewhere else if you’re going to be all lovey-dovey with my sister!” your brother yells when the commercials flash across the screen after he turns around to find his friend kissing his little sister.

You brother throws a pillow at him and he catches it, “Alright, alright, calm down dude,” he grins and throws the pillow back to the couch.

He leads you out of the room and into the kitchen.

“You should go finish the game with him,” you smile as he leans against the counter.

“Nope, you’re here now, that would be rude,” he grins, shaking his pointer finger in the air.

You smile at the fact that your brother’s best friend preferred to hang out with you, especially when there’s a football game going on.

“You’re so sweet,” you mumble to yourself as you reach for a bag of chips in the cupboard.

He leans over you and grabs them as you struggle (your brother having purposely put them on the highest shelf possible so you wouldn’t be able to reach).

You turn and he’s begun to eat the chips.

You scowl and reach for the bag and he pulls away, grinning devilishly. He dashes out of the kitchen and with a groan you give chase to the athletic sports player that is your boyfriend.

“I take that back, you are so not sweet!” you call out as you dash out of the kitchen behind him.

You take a shortcut through a hallway and as he jogs past, you jump onto his back. He makes an ‘umpf’ noise of surprise and laughs, “You got me,” he says, putting his hands up in surrender.

You snatch the chips out of his hand and hop off his back.

He grabs you around the waist and pulls you to him. You stick your tongue out at him and he kisses your nose.

You grow flustered at his actions and he grabs a chip.

“That’s cheating,” you pout, tugging the chips behind you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teases in a whisper, his breathe on your lips as he leans forward.

“God, you guys are gross,” your brother’s states, his voice echoes in the hallway but doesn’t reach any ears, as you ignore both him, and continue kissing in the middle of the house.