Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

My Drummer Boy (A.I)

Based on the Ashton blurb above

* Y/N stands for your name *

"Okay, come here. I'm gonna teach you the basics," Ashton drawled from his seat behind the drum-kit.

I glanced up to catch him sat on his seat, no shirt on his back and sweat glistening every inch of his chest.

I licked my lips and watched at he stretched his arms out above his head, then twisting his torso left to right.

He looked up, catching me gawking and I quickly looked away, feeling the blush creep up on me.

He chuckled.

"Like what you see baby?" he teased.

I peeked up at him through my lashes and he winked, then crooked his finger and beckoned me over to him.

My feet moved of their own accord, gravitating towards him and he pulled me into his lap.

"Okay, just the basics to start. I'll teach you how to hold the sticks and just a few drums to start," he explained.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and took the sticks from his hands.

"Seriously Ash. How hard can holding two sticks be?" I said, sarcasm dripping from my lips.

I held the sticks in my hands, twirling them slightly in my fingers and span my body around to face the drums.

A stick slipped from my hand and as I tried to save it, the other followed.

Ashton threw his head back and laughed, and I groaned as I bent down to pick them up.

Well, that wasn't the best timing to drop them.

"Woah, careful girl," Ashton grumbled, his voice strained.

His hands circled my waist and he pulled me back up, readjusting my position on his lap.

He groaned and leaned back a little.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Just watch how you're sitting baby," he moaned.

I giggled and he pouted and pecked my cheek.

"Let's start the lesson before you drive me fucking crazy!" he decides.

I nod and he takes my hands in his, guiding them to hit the right drums.

"Like this, watch," he says, banging softly on the drums.

He shows me a few beats and then hands the sticks to me to do it alone.

I take a crack at the beat he's just drummed and mess up a little, missing a beat.

He giggles and shakes his head, his hair tickling the side of my neck as he leans in.

He rests his chin on my shoulder and tries to show me again.

"Alright, I think I got this," I say, pushing his hands away.

He nods and places his hands on my thighs, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck and watches as I play.

I try the same beat again and miss a beat, cursing aloud, and receiving a giggle from Ash.

I try again a few more times and finally get the hang of it.

Ashton teaches me a few more tricks and I try them out.

His wet, warm lips press to my neck, and he begins his trail downwards.

His large hands cup my shoulders and pushes back the material of my shirt, giving him better access to my shoulders.

He kisses each one, nibbling on the skin and earning a moan from me.

I miss a couple of beats and the sticks drop from my hands as I become weak from his touch.

"Ash," I whimper.

"Mmm," he mutters.

His hands slide down my sides and grip at my waist, before pushing the material of my shirt up and running soothing circles against the skin at my hips.

"Ashton, you're distracting me," I scold, my voice shaking.

"How about I give you a show?" he asks, his hot breath fanning against my skin and making me shiver.

I just nod and he pushes me off of his lap, but not before grabbing my wrist, spinning me around and pulling me down for a kiss.

"Watch and learn baby," he says.

He holds up the sticks tapping them together and then twirls them between his fingers.

"This is how the master does it!" he teases, giving me a cheeky wink.

He begins to play, and I try my hardest to focus on the music but all I can focus on are his biceps flexing.

I bite down on my lip, trying to repress the moan that is begging to escape.

His eyes are downcast, focusing on the music that is flowing throughout the room and he bangs a little more before coming to a stop.

"You know, I can bang you as hard as I bang these drums," he drawls, his eyes looking up at mine, and the lust clouding around them.

I gasp and he stalks towards me, his eyes focused on me and he licks his lips.

He edges closer and I back up.

"Y/N, don't walk away from me," he scolds.

He takes bigger strides with his long ass legs and grabs for me before I move any further.

"You know I'll always chase you if you run," he warns.

He leans towards me, crashing our lips together, his hands quickly working to rub against my hips.

"You drive me crazy baby girl," he groans.

His nose rubs against the side of my face, down my jawline and he nibbles on the side of my neck.

"Ash," I moan.

I grab a hold of his biceps for support, already feeling my knees weaken.

"Dude, seriously get a room," Calum grumbles as he enters the room.

I jump away from Ashton, pulling down my shirt and he just growls.

"We have a room," Ashton argues. "This one. It's taken so go practice somewhere else."

He glares at Calum, making Calum laugh loudly.

He shakes his head and continues to pick up his bass and pull the strap over his body.

Michael comes skipping it, with Luke close on his heels, panting and out of breath.

"No fair Michael. You ran off before I was ready," Luke whined, pouting.

Ashton ran a hand across his face and grunted.

He reached for my hand and pulled me along beside him.

"Come on. We'll find another room," he decides.

I pull from his grasp.

"I can't Ash. I have to get home and you need to stay and practice with the boys," I remind him.

He groans again.

"Fine," he grumbles.

I peck his cheek and wave to the boys, then leave the room.

Ashton jogs after me, spinning me around and greedily kisses my lips.

"This isn't over," he decides.

His fingers dig into my hips and he kisses me again, biting on my bottom lip.

"We'll finish this later," he orders.

He backs up, winks and turns to go back into the practice room.

Damn, I could not wait till later!