Dirty Ashton Irwin Imagines

Need To Relax Ash

Living next door to your best friend drummer, how was that playing out? From the late afternoon until the early stages of the morning, all you heard was the banging of cymbals, the vibrating beats coming from his garage, the frustrated screams and yells coming from that small open window. It was great up until the point of trying to sleep, studying, even getting woken up at five in the morning. He is a great drummer, but he doesn't know when to just relax.
Over the last few weeks things have been hectic for Ashton as he told you. With his band ready to record the rest of their second album, he was trying too hard to find new drumming progressions that would fit with the overall meaning of the song. It was easy for Luke, Calum and Michael to do these chords when they were always around them 24/7 but for Ashton, he could never just grab a guitar from his room and sit and play, he had to run down two flights of stairs, go into his basement and set everything up, harder on the drummer while easier on the guitarists and bassist.
But with him secluding himself into his basement meant that every plan he made for the both of you to hang out fell through. He would say he'd be over in ten minutes,leaving you waiting for four hours then saying he can't go out because there's too much work to be done. At this pace with him over exerting himself, the stress would finally cave in for poor Ashton. All he needed was a few days away to breathe, take in the scenery of an adventure and not worrying about a drum progression he could work on later. That light bulb above your head went off, the genius finally arrived.
Getting dressed quickly in shorts and a tank top, you slid on your shoes and made your way out of your house, keys in hand. Walking across the grass that separated yours and Ashton's home, the snapping and throwing of drumsticks could be heard throughout the neighborhood. Shaking your head, you reached the front door where Momma Irwin was standing in, ready to leave for a bit with Lauren and Harry. Waving you off to go inside, straight down to the basement you were heading.
Opening the door quickly, a very annoyed and pissed off Ashton took his place behind his drums again, cracking his knuckles and going back to the same beat he's been working on for the last couple of days. He was way too compelled to finish this song up that he had no actual awareness of his surroundings, not even noticing you standing there with a smile. But with the slam of the garage door, he shot you the meanest glare you've ever seen.
"Hey." You said lowly.
"Get out."
"What, why?"
"You know exactly why."
"And that's why I'm down here. Ash you're working yourself too hard-"
"Oh here we go! I've already heard this from my mom I don't need it from you!"
"Do you not realize that this is going to stress you out even more? You need to take a break!"
"Sleeping is my break!"
"What four hours of sleep then right back at this as soon as you wake up? This isn't good for you!"
"No what's not good for me is people coming down here trying to control what I'm doing. This needs to be done and I don't have much time."
"Ash-"
"Stop it Y/N, go!"
The anger was boiling deep inside you, the rage ready to take over and explode. This was a new sense of being a jerk Ashton has never given to you before, ever. The fact that he had these obvious bags under his eyes with the irritation of not finishing up high within him, he was willing he ruin your friendship for one song, one song he couldn't finish right now. With the drumstick point at you, there was only one thing you needed to do.
Grabbing both out of his hands, you lined them up and cracked them over your knees, tossing them behind him. His golden hazel eyes were darker than ever now, ready to rumble. If looks could kill, you would be dead at his feet right now. What you didn't realize was that those were the last of his drumsticks, no more left. A sense of relief surged through you now because he couldn't play properly and had to take a break. But that sense was overtaken with fright as you saw the 6 foot beaut rise from the drum stool, walking slowly towards you.
"Ash...?"
You got no response from him, only the same glare. Not one muscle in his face has moved the longer you stared at him. Gulping hard, you backed up slowly, making a beeline for the door. Just as you were about to get out of the door, his large hands pulled you back in, slamming and locking the wooden door behind you. One hand towered over your head while the other grasped both of your wrists tightly. The more you struggled, the harder he held onto your arms.
"You broke...the last...of my...drumsticks.." He growled.
"It's for your own good."
"No, you getting punished is for my own good."
The way Ashton said that lit a fuse deep within you that you never knew you had until this very second. The way his body pressed closer and closer to yours, making the heat erupted down below, you needed him more than you ever knew. Wanting to let his stress melt away, you were the first to lean up, kissing him gently. But Ash, no he wasn't about that gentle life, right now he was unleashing the beast deep, deep down that needed to get out.
Moving you to the couch, he tore his lips away from yours quickly, shimmying down your shorts, ripping your tank top open to expose your breasts spilling over the top of the bra cups. That vicious smirk was prominent on his face while you were trying so hard for dear life not to touch yourself at the sight of him, drinking in the lust he was sending off. Biting your lip and whimpering a bit, his fingertips gripped your thighs, making sure to leave a mark.
He was working fast to get your clothing off, but when it came to actually pleasuring you, he took his sweet ass time, not caring about if you wanted to hit your peak or not. When he said you were being punished, it didn't cross your mind that maybe teasing was going to take a big, big part in this. Teasing though, your biggest weakness, turned that pleasure into frustration, wanting him to touch you instead of your ghosting his fingers over.
Seeing how desperate and needy you were being for him, he moved your panties down to your ankles painfully slow, never removing his eyes from your core. He was like a predator staring down his prey, trying to pick just how he would come to attack. The more his eyes darted across your dripping heat, the more you grew anxious and annoyed. Letting out that groan probably wasn't the smartest idea, but it sure as hell was the idea Ashton wanted.
Going in headstrong, he licked one long strip from bottom to top, flicking over your sensitive nub once. The shutter floating through you as he delayed the rest of your pleasure. When you least expected it, two fingers plunged into your dripping heat. When he curved his fingers up to hit that sensitive spot of yours, you couldn't help but to scream out at that mixed with that rapid darting of his tongue on your clit.
Gripping his hair with your hands, you tried not to pull too hard but the pleasure was too much to handle. Your thighs clamped around his head gently, him having to pry them open with a hand and an elbow, he pushed a third finger in, staring directly at you as he moaned against your clit. The new sensation made your tummy bundle up at the bottom, ready to have the most pleasurable orgasm of your life. You knew Ash could sense it, but you tried to make it seem like nothing. With one final swipe of his tongue against your clit, he pulled his fingers out, removing his tongue and standing up, staring down and laughing at how pissed you were.
While you were registering what was actually happening, he started to undo the string on his shorts, sliding them down to see he went commando. Your eyes widened at his length peering just in front of your face, unable to move, it made you freeze in place. You've given a blowjob before, but not to the size of what Ashton was, he was bigger more than you could ever truly imagine. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, he chuckled.
"Suck." He said lowly.
Getting on your knees, he wrapped his fingers in your hair, fisting a ball of it while you grabbed the shaft lightly. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you went in fast. Sinking your mouth down onto him about half way, he bucked his hips into your mouth, hissing through clenched teeth at this new sense of pleasure. He pulled you back to see your eyes water from your gag reflex, pushing you back down and letting you work your magical mouth.
His hand wasn't going to move from your hand anytime soon so you had to go in and do what you did best when giving head, tease. Pulling back you took the tip into your mouth, sucking on it while your tongue slid up over the slit. He threw his head back at the pleasure, but you wanted to make it a bit more erotic. Lightly, your teeth grazed slightly over his shaft, making him shoot his attention back down to your mouth. Slapping your hand away from his cock, you put them behind your back while Ashton held your head in place, fucking your face rapidly.
The way his tip hit the back of your throat made you gag but Ashton seemed to enjoy how your mouth clenched for a few seconds. Moaning onto the flesh in your mouth you're eyes never left his, a little bit of eyeliner was running down your face from how watery your eyes were getting but Ashton didn't care, all he cared about was how sexy you looked while you took his cock into your mouth. That twitch on your tongue signaled that he was close, making you force your head back and to sit on your bum. A sinister smirk played across your face, pissing Ashton off even more.
"You think this is funny? That's cute. You know what else is going to be funny Y/N? When you can't walk for a few days after I fuck you." He cockily exclaimed.
Grabbing you up by your wrist, he pushed you onto the couch. Wedging himself between you and the couch, he slid himself up and down your dripping core a few times, getting himself a bit more lubed to slide in. Just when you least expecting it, he was all the way in, angling his cock up to his your sweet spot. You knew, he knew you weren't going to last at that rate, exactly where he wanted you to be.
Thrusting rapidly in and out of you, one hand on your throat, pulling you back, his eyes never left your face. There was something so sexy to him seeing how much pleasure this was causing you. By how you screamed out his hand, how your mouth fell open when your eyes were closed, seeing you like this was going to get him off sooner than anticipated. But you couldn't cum hard enough with just his cock, you need more stimulation.
Reaching down to touch your clit, you started rubbing it at a steady pace, speeding up, loving the feeling of Ashton stretching you out while your fingers danced across that little bundle of nerves. This sensation was unlike anything you've ever felt before, wanting it to last forever but that's not what you body wanted. You needed to cum or else you would regret not doing it.
You met Ashton's rhythm with him thrusting into you, applying that your clit was enough to make your orgasm starting to brim. Like a volcano ready to erupt, there was so much anticipation leading up to it. How your walls clenched around Ashton's cock, letting him know you were ready to release. Your fingers never slowed down as Ashton's cock sped up, making this orgasmic bliss wash over you in the quickest way.
You were cumming harder than ever before, your fingers off of your nerves and Ashton's cock speeding up faster than what he was going. All it took was the feeling of your walls clenching around him and a thrust to send him over the edge inside of you, threatening to make you cum once more. Lazily he rode out his high, letting you come down from yours slowly. Pulling out, all Ashton really needed to do was hold you, not letting you go. His stress was gone, all thanks to you.
"Thank you for breaking my drumsticks."
"You needed to relax, it was for your own good."
"Maybe we can go on that adventure I promised, I'll help you pack up but for right now, we cuddle."