Ashton Irwin Imagines - COMPLETED

You wear one of his shirts

Ashton has spent the past five minutes looking around the house for you. He jogged upstairs, getting a little worried since he can't find you anywhere downstairs.

He saw you sitting on the bed with your back facing him. He noticed that you were wearing his favorite black shirt while you ran the brush through your wet hair.

He sat down behind you and put his arm around you and smiled when he heard you giggle. He pressed his nose to your neck and inhaled the scent of your body wash, the one he loves so much. The smell of citrus was in your hair and it made his heart skip a beat.

"You wearing my shirt?" He teased, his fingers slipping under the fabric and running along your sides. It made you laugh and squirm around in his embrace, his fingers poking playfully at your sides.

"Maybe" you grinned and put your brush down so you could turn around and climb onto his lap. "You should wear it more often. It looks really good on you." He said as his lips lightly touched your neck and your eyes fluttered closed. "If you keep doing this I'll never take it off."

Ashton giggled and it tickled your skin. "Fine with me" he muttered and lifted his head from your shoulder. He laid down on the bed and pulled you on top of him. His fingers slipped under your shirt again, this time lightly dragging along your spine.

"I really don't plan on taking it off for a while" you muttered, your eyes closed when you buried your face in his neck. Ashton just smiled, looking down at you with a look of adoration and love in his eyes. "It's all yours." He mumbled in your ear, happy to give his favorite shirt to his favorite girl.