5sos imagines

Ashton Irwin: fire red

a very naughty imagine... with a sad ending ofc

The curves of her body weren't stopped from showing by the red silk, clinging on her body. Her matte red full lips were showing of her pearl white teeth. Her cleavage looked amazing and her nipples were very prominent by the mentioned silk. Her long, black, soft hair was hiding her toned back but showed of her long neck. Her dress was thigh high when the night started. But when she started to move her hips, it climbed up showing off her black panties. The bottom of her ass jiggled as she jumped with the rest of the crowd.

Why has she told all the men to stay away but made sure I was still watching her? That little tease. My little tease.

She jumped her way towards me, not stopping her dress from rolling onto her hips.

"BABBYYYY" she giggles as she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Pull your dress down, y/n" I laugh as I pull it down for her. She starts kissing my neck and grabs on my crotch. Fuck. "No." I groan as I pull her arm away. She pulls away and pouts.

"But I've been horny all day." she slurs. "Not when you're drunk." I frown as I wrap my arms around her so she won't go back dancing. "I'll suck your dick." She mumbles now that her mood has fallen. She also looks very tired.

"Why don't we get you in a lavender bubble bath and get you to sleep huh, my love? I'll even rub your feet." I compromise with a soothing voice so she'll feel even sleepier or maybe just say yes. She looks so tired that she probably can't even here the music.

"Carry me to the car, please." She moans against my chest in tiredness. "Okay, princess. Let's go home." I chuckle softly. I carry her bridal-style outside but stop as I start to hear screams and shots. I don't think as I chose to run away from the shoots with a half conscious y/n in my arms.

I barely reach the car door when I feel a painful shot on one of my calves. "Fuck!" I say as the pain travels through my body. I fall on my knees but gently set down y/n on the floor. "Wake up, y/n," I groan quietly as is gently slap her cheeks. "Ashton?" she asks trying to sit up. I push her back down and quietly tell her to stop talking.

"Act dead, y/n." I whisper harshly as I feel a pain on my lower back. "What?" She mumbles sitting up as she wipes her eyes.

I do a trunk lift to pull her down and feel a shot on my shoulder, making me lay on the cold, dirty concrete. "Oh my- Ashton." She cries softly as she lays on the floor trying to not move.

I barely hear the sirens and the shooting anymore. I feel the darkness welcome me in as I feel blood flowing out of my arteries on my back and leg.

"Help is on the way, baby." Is the last thing I hear from my favorite voice. My eyes, mind, and body close for an everlasting sleep.