Ashton Irwin Imagines - COMPLETED

drunk kisses

Ashton couldn't help but roll his eyes as another giggle fell from your lips.

You were drunk.

Very drunk.

You had gotten a little too carried away and your friends had called him to come to pick you up, and like the great boyfriend he is, he did just that. But Ashton has never seen you so drunk before.

"Come on, baby. Up to bed." He cooed, hoping the softness of his tone would get you to comply with him, and it worked. H tucked you closer to his side and you made it up the stairs and to his bed in no time.

"Alright. Let's get you changed into something more comfortable." He said and went over to his closet to find a shirt for you to wear. He grabbed one of his flannels and came back over to you. "You okay? Feeling sick or anything?"

You giggled and laid your forehead on his shoulder. "No, Ash! I feel great! I'm happy!"

Ashton giggled over your slightly slurred words and leaned in to kiss your forehead, but you intentionally moved so he'd kiss your lips instead. The way you kissed him was unlike anything he's ever felt before. It was intense and passionate, making him get lost in your lips.

He moved his hands to your hips. His fingers were spread out, moving across your skin softly as he kissed you back. But you pulled away to kiss down his jaw and he snapped out of the trance he had gotten lost in. "No, baby, no. You're drunk. We need to get you changed and into bed."

Ashton saw the pout on your lips as he slid the straps of your dress from your shoulder blades. The way you hung your head low broke his heart. "You don't wanna kiss me?"

Ashton just chuckled and helped you put your arms through the sleeves before he buttoned it up. "That's not true at all." He sighed, hooking his fingers under your chin. "You're absolutely beautiful. You're the love of my life, I'd kiss you all day every day if I could. But you're drunk and one kiss will turn into a makeout and as your boyfriend who is very much sober, that just doesn't feel right to me when you're drunk."

You nodded sadly but he saw the smile pull at your lips when he kissed your cheek. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow if you'll lay back and get some sleep. You're really drunk and you're gonna have a hangover in the morning."

"Promise?"

The look in your eyes melted his heart. A look of adoration, a look of desire, one you held for only him.

"I cross my heart." He smiled and laid a kiss to your forehead before gently pushing you on your back. He crawled into bed beside you and let you curl up close to him, feeling hopeful that it wouldn't take much for you to fall asleep.

All it took was him rubbing your back with his fingertips and humming in your ear before you fell asleep with your head on his chest.

He flipped the light off, knowing he needed to get some rest too because it was just a matter of time till you woke up with a hangover and he was gonna help you through it. Plus, he made a promise to you, and as always, he was gonna keep it.