5sos Imagines xxx

No time to dry off. (Ashton Irwin)

It was already nearing eight o'clock and Ashton had been in the studio all day. The house was spotless, but I was exhausted. Sweating and wreaking of cleaning chemicals, I headed upstairs for a much needed shower. I sang a song that I didn't know the name, or most of the words to as I lathered myself with fruity-smelling soap.

I stopped singing when I heard the door click open downstairs, quickly rinsing the conditioner out of my hair as I heard Ashton's heaving footsteps up the stairs. He called out, "Babe?"

"I'm in the shower!" I yelled back, turning off the water.

"Good," He replied, and I could practically see the smirk on his face. "Don't bother getting dressed."

I couldn't hold back a small smile as I towel dried my hair and brushed my teeth, trying to be quick but not wanting to still be soaking wet when I met him in the bedroom. I wrapped the towel around myself, flipped my damp hair back, and stepped out into the bedroom.

Ashton grinned, walking over to me and untying the bandana around his head. He ran his fingers from my shoulders down my arms, gently pushing them behind my back. He tied my bound my wrists with the bandana and whispered in my ear as he dropped my towel, "Why'd you dry off? You'll be dripping again in no time." That alone was enough to turn me on.

He kissed from just under my ear, to my cheek, to my lips. He grabbed my waist, holding tight and lightly rubbing his thumbs over my hipbones. I bit his lip a little and he chuckled against my mouth, pulling away only an inch. "Get on your knees." I lowered myself as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his knees, same with his boxers.

I pressed my lips on the tip and he pushed himself in. As I went, he wrapped his hands in my hair and pushed my head a little, biting his lip. I looked up at him, watching as he threw his head back and let out a moan. I kept going.

"Stop," He breathed out, and I could tell he was close. I back up a little and he pulled his jeans off, moving behind me and untying my hands. I quickly grabbed a condom from the drawer and ripped the wrapper open with my teeth, rolling it on him.

He pulled my to my feet, grabbing my waist and spinning me around and leaning me over to bed. He ran his hand down my thigh and back up, smacking my ass hard before rubbing my clit in little circles, picking up speed as moans escaped my mouth. I grabbed the blankets and he slipped a finger in me, then another.

"Ashton," I moaned, "Just fuck me already!" He pulled his hand away and let go of my waist, stopping everything. I gasped, "What are you doing?"

Without warning, he thrust into me. "Fuck!" My fists clenched around the blankets once again. I never got used to how big he was.

His thrusts started getting sloppy, but I wasn't finished. "Pull out," I told him. "Now." He did, and I stood up quickly and pushed him to sit down on the bed, riding him. He closed his eyes and grabbed my hands, profanities escaping his mouth with every moan as he bit at my nipples.

He finished, falling back on the bed and letting out a deep breath as I rolled off of him. I stared at the ceiling, my legs hanging off the bed. I was still up for more and he knew it.

He tried to catch his breath, pulling off the condom and walking to the bathroom to toss it away. Stepping back up to the end of the bad and spreading my legs apart, using his tongue to finish me off. My hips bucked up, my legs shook, and I almost screamed.

When he climbed back into bed and pulled me up against him, I breathed out, "You should have long days at the studio more often."