For Kat, here's your Ashton imagine! Love you, hope you like it :D
"Hey, Ashton."
"Hi, Kat," he says cheerfully.
"Can I um borrow some money? I just need like twenty to order some food." Ashton is my neighbor across the hall of my apartment building, he lends me things whenever I need them. Pretty helpful. Of course I hate asking for money, but when I'm broke as fuck, what am I supposed to do? Eat cardboard?
He chuckles. "Actually, I've already made myself some dinner, and I think I made a bit too much for just me. Do you wanna join me? It's spaghetti," he offers. Homemade spaghetti sounds so much better than pepperoni pizza for the eighth time this week, so I agree.
"Just let me get dressed," I tell him, since I was wearing a tank top and pajama pants. He laughs and says that that might be a good idea.
I go back to my apartment and find skinny jeans, pulling them up my legs as I hobble around looking for a shirt. I find a blue one and tug it on over my tank, then slip on my black Vans before heading back to Ashton's. I walk right in, like he's always told me to before, and find him in the kitchen stirring the pot of spaghetti.
"Hey," he greets, reaching in the cabinet to grab two bowls. "Wow you look..." His eyes travel my body and I blush. "Should I change now?" he jokes, and I laugh. Ashton's always dressed casually, in blue skinny jeans with some kind of sweater, and his glasses, with his messy brown locks making him look like some kind of college student. It's sexy, honestly. I always love when guys wear glasses.
He scoops some spaghetti into a bowl before handing it to me and getting his own. "Want Parmesan?" he asks, holding up a container.
I nod and he hands it to me, grabbing some forks for us. We eat in the living room, chatting with some show on TV creating background noise. Soon I finish, noticing he's already done, and offer to take his bowl into the kitchen.
"Nah, you don't have to," he says, but I grab it anyway.
"I want to. It's the least I could do for you inviting me over."
"Well thanks, hon," he says, and blushes immediately. I could tell that he didn't mean to call me that.
I blush too and answer, "No problem, babe." I wink at him and walk into the kitchen, placing the bowls on the counter.
I walk back into the living room and sit on the couch, closer to Ashton than I was before.
"So, what's up?" he asks nervously, and I lean closer.
"This," I say before I kiss him.
The kiss is slow, full of passion. Our tongues dance eagerly, and he pushes me back onto the couch, climbing on top of me.
Soon he pulls away and stares into my eyes. "What are we doing?" he asks seriously.
"I was hoping we could... " I trail off and bite my lip suggestively. A look of hunger crosses his eyes, and he presses his lips to mine again, kissing me with more need.
My hands travel from his neck down to his chest, stopping and tugging at the hem of his sweater, to show that I want it off.
He breaks the kiss to pull the sweater off and toss it to the floor, and my breath hitches when seeing that Ashton has a six pack. I wonder why he always covers it up with sweaters.
I slide my hands down his six pack, looking up at him. I go to pull off my shirt and my tank top as well, and he helps me.
We slowly strip as we make out, soon leaving me in just my underwear and a bra, and him in boxers. "Shall we move this to my room?" he asks, breath ragged.
I nod, and wrap my legs around his waist as he picks me up. When he lays me down on his bed, he attacks me immediately, kissing my body everywhere he can reach. Starting with my neck, moving down to the tops of my boobs which are mostly covered, down my stomach. He decides to get rid of my bra, so I sit up slightly so he can unhook it.
"So beautiful," he mumbles before kissing me again, his tongue wandering my mouth.
He slides off my panties and his boxers follow before he positions himself again and enters me. He begins thrusting immediately, and I grip his back, already moaning.
He goes slowly, but thrusts as deep as he can go, which is pretty deep considering how big he is. He massages my boobs as he kisses me, moaning every now and then.
"Kat," He moans loudly. "Do you know how long I've wanted this? Ever since you moved in three months ago. God, you're so perfect baby."
I grab his neck and pull him down, kissing him hungrily. He's so sweet and I'm so awkward, I never know how to answer him.
Soon we're both cumming, moaning each others names one last time. He lays down next to me and we catch our breath before I sit up and pull on my bra, searching the floor for my underwear as well. He grabs his boxers too, and we go out to the living room to retrieve the rest of our clothes, getting dressed.
"I'll walk you back to your apartment," Ashton offers, and I smile at him. He's so cheesy. I literally live across the hall.
We walk out and stand in front of my door. "Thanks again for dinner," I tell him softly.
"It's no problem. Hey Kat, I was wondering, would you go on a date with me sometime?"
I smile, saying, "I'd love to." I place a sweet kiss on his lips, telling him he knows where to find me, before I slip into my apartment, a smile still on my face.
