5sos Imagines xxx

Daddy. (Ashton Irwin)

The lads and I had split up when we got to the club. We all liked different types of girls, so it only made sense we parted ways for a bit. I was chatting up a blonde in the corner, but I was getting nowhere. I'd finished my drink and hadn't even approached first base, so I decided it was time to move on. I told her I needed to go get another drink, not mentioning that I didn't plan on coming back afterward. She was cute, she'd be talking to another boy in no time. She was almost Calum's type, maybe I'd send him in her direction.

I made my way to the bar and sat on the stool, pleasantly buzzed. "Hey, baby, how're you doing tonight?" The bartender looked nice from the back, her dark curls falling to her waist. If she turned around and I wasn't into it, all I had to do was order a drink and be on my way. I was pleasantly surprised.

"Not to bad," She smiled, turning around and leaning up against the counter. She was tan, brown-eyed, and at least an 8 on my scale. "How about yourself?"

"Even better now that I'm talking to you," I grinned.

"What can I get you?"

"Other than your number?" I replied. "Scotch on the rocks."

"Oh, smooth," She smiled, turning back and grabbing a bottle off of the shelf and putting some ice in a glass cup. "Tell me when." As she poured it, she didn't take her eyes off mine.

"When." The glass was almost full, and I asked, "How much?"

"On the house." She winked, putting the bottle back onto the shelf.

"Oh no," I said, wiggling my eyebrows and throwing a decent amount of Scotch back. "I mean how much begging is it gonna take to get you to leave with me tonight?" Liquid confidence, as if I didn't already have enough to begin with.

"Down boy, you don't have to beg," She said, pushing hair out of her face. "I've got a break in ten, meet me out front."

"I'll see you there," I nodded, getting off the stool and walking off. I tried not to run into anyone as I glanced back at her a few times, making my way across the room to Luke. Damn, she was hot.

Luke nodded, a girl with pink hair under his arm. "Hey, man, what's up?"

"Did you see the bartender?" I gleamed, "I'm meeting her outside in ten minutes."

"Really? She shut me down twenty minutes ago," Luke pouted. The girl he had reeled in scoffed, walking off. He through hands up, "Awe, come on! Ever think she shut me down because I was waiting for you?" The girl just kept walking.

I sipped my Scotch, patting his back. "There's more where that came from. Where's Michael and Cal?"

"Last time I saw them they were both trying to steal the attention of some girl with purple hair, I don't know." Luke shrugged, "I think she took both of them with her, wherever she went."

"Bow chicka wow wow," I laughed, finishing off my drink and putting the glass down on the table. "Well, I'm gonna go freshen up." My freshening up was going to the mens' room to rough up my hair a bit and give myself a pep talk in the mirror.

By the time I walked out of the bathroom, there was another tender at the bar and it was time for me to make my move. I walked across the room, seeing Luke give me a wink and a wave. I returned the gesture and pushed through the door. It was May, but the fresh air was cold compared to inside. I found the bartender leaned up against the building to the left.

"I was beginning to think you forgot about me," She smirked.

"As if that's possible," I grinned, putting my hands on her waist and leaning up against her. "So how long is your break?"

"A half hour."

"Last plenty of time," I replied, grabbing her hand pulling her behind the building. We had dim lighting from the street lights but were out of sight, and yet still a safe distance away from the dumpsters. I pushed her up against the building and kissed her roughly.

"What's your name?" She got out through kisses.

I snickered against her lips, "Just call me Daddy."

She gave me a sexy smile. First, she untied the flannel around my waist and unzipped my jeans, slipping her hand in my boxers and not hesitating to take a tight grip on me. I yelped a little and she used her other hand to grab the back of my neck and pull me down to her lips. She pumped her hand up and down, using her thumb to rub little circles on the tip. I moaned into her mouth, pulling her up against me. "Fuck," I breathed out, getting harder ever second.

She pumped faster and I whimpered a little, pulling away from her and biting my lip. She raised an eyebrow and asked challenging, "What's the matter, Daddy, can't take it?"

That did it. I shoved her against the wall, nipping at her neck. Instead of unbuttoning the front of her shirt, I ripped it open, little black buttons hitting the ground everywhere as I took her boobs in handfuls. A moan escaped her mouth and I slipping my hand down her pants, rubbing her through her panties. She was already wet as hell.

I grabbed the waistline of her jeans and yanked them down, exposing pink lace. I pulled those down, too. I dropped to my knees, holding up her thighs as I went down on her. Not that she needed my support, she had her hands tangled in my hair and her thighs were tightening on both side of my face as I continued to make her moan.

I put her down and stood up, turning her around as I (as quickly as I could) pulled a condom from my pocket and put it on. I grabbed her waist with one hand and used my other hand on her back to bend her over, thrusting into her without warning. She gasped, moaning as I continued. "Harder, Daddy, harder!"

I smacked her ass, pushing into her as hard as I could. I reached around to rub her as I went as fast as I could, "Fuck!" I finished, and seconds before I pulled out, she did, too.

She was out of breath and so was I as I pulled up my pants, leaning against the back of the building. She pulled off her shirt, which couldn't have been buttoned back up. tossing it toward the dumpsters, she grabbed my flannel off the ground and pulled it on, leaving the first three unbuttoned. She kissed my cheek and smiled, "Thank you, Daddy." Then she walked off, leaving me panting in the ally.