5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

"Whistle while you work." Ashton sings allowed, whistling the next part of the tune causing you to whirl around on the spot to stare at his back, as he paints the wall in front of him. "Um, what's the next line?" He mumbles to himself, unaware you're watching him and you break out into a small fit of giggles, resulting in him looking at you.

"Snow White? Seriously?"

"What? It's a motivational song to spur us on whilst we paint the living room." He tries to convince you, unamused by you laughing at him.

"You're such a loser." You gasp out in between breaths, struggling to stop whilst Ashton huffs at you, clearly not enjoying you making fun of him. Suddenly, something wet splatters across your cheek ceasing your laughter. Looking over at Ashton, he stands there with an innocent grin on his face, paintbrush in hand. "You didn't."

"Oh but, babe, I did." He nods, his grin turning into a smug smirk. You shrug, turning back to the wall to return to painting. "You're not going to retaliate?" He asks, unsure if you're going to turn back round and surprise attack him.

"No." You stay facing the wall, not wanting to face him in case he sees through your lies and you begin laughing again. "Plus, I'm not as immature as you, clearly."

"Fine, be that way then." He walks back across the room to continue painting in the opposite corner, you watch him from your peripheral as he strokes the brush up and down the wall, turning the colour from white to grey.

Slowly, you approach the paint cans on the floor and pick up the opened tin you're both using, its contents at least half full. Creeping behind him as quietly as possible so that he doesn't catch you in the act, you stand directly behind him and bring the can above his head and empty the contents on top of him. Grey paint covers his head, pouring onto his shirt and all over the floor. He carefully turns around, staring at you with a stoic expression making it difficult to see what he is thinking.

Maintaining eye contact with you, he grabs a handful of what paint is on him and throws in your direction, it going in your hair making you shriek in surprise. You throw more back, igniting a paint fight, and you run away so that he can't hit you with anymore. Just as your feet begin to take you away, Ashton grabs you from behind slamming you against his chest so that your back gets covered in cold, wet paint making you squirm away in disgust.

"Ew, that's gross."

"Shouldn't have attacked me then, babe." He whispers into your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine at the close proximity between the pair of you.

"You started it." You mumble out, your words barely audible. Ashton chuckles and presses a small kiss to your cheek, resulting in your cheeks to burn up and turn red. He pulls away from you, letting you go, and removes his shirt from his upper body revealing his tanned and toned torso. You can't help but stare and admire his body, slightly nodding in approval and unaware he's watching you.

"Oh, there you go." He leans forward and, using his thumb, wipes away something off of your chin.

"What?"

"Just a bit of drool, babe. Nothing major." He winks at you, grinning. You blush even harder, hiding your face behind your hands as he laughs loudly, the sound echoing around the room. "You're so adorable."

He pulls your arms down and pulls you towards him so that you stumble into his chest, his chest vibrating with laughter at your actions. You look up at him as he's staring down at you, you want to be in a mood with him for the paint and then teasing you but you can't when he's being this cute. Smiling down at you, he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you even closer, though it's practically impossible from how close you already are to one another. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips and you can feel him smile into it. The pair of you are genuinely happy to be with each other, paint fights and all.