#Maybe something Ashton Irwin might have said

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Michael/Luke/Calum Masterlist

A Dirty Girl with a Lot of Passion (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 4k

Summary: Michael's got a tongue piercing and Luke really wants to try it out. He ends up biting off more than he can handle in the best way.

Attachment - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 3k

Summary: Michael has created a group with Luke and Calum called I Hate It Here Michael (3:23): Be honest are either of you paying attention rn

good girls (ao3) - no_clue_who E, 8k

Summary: Calum is failing her classes, Michael is her girlfriend and they want to fuck Luke.

Green Light (ao3) - SpencerKnight E, 181k

Summary: Class is an age old concept–almost as old as the concept of human slavery, and in a world where buying humans is a standard behavior by those who can afford it, Luke’s only hope as a member of the lower class is that he falls into the hands of a decent buyer–the hands of Ashton Irwin and his partners. Luke knows he has one chance to please his buyers or he risks getting put back on the market, but he’s thrown for a loop when Ashton admits that Luke is the one that gets to call the shots. In an attempt to find security with the trio, Luke braces himself and gives them the green light to do whatever they want with him.

He had no idea they would refuse.

Ham And Eggs (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance E, 4k

Summary: Calum was jealous because Luke was apparently having too much sex with Michael. Luke was jealous because he thought Calum and Michael were having sex. And Michael just rolls with everything; thus, ended up having sex with both Luke and Calum when Luke simply asked.

Hearts On Fire (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 15k

Summary: "So, this is all incentive? I can get behind that." Calum kisses him again, but then lets him go. His eyes don't stop roaming Michael's body, though, making him feel regarded in the best way. Smirking, and reaching for his uniform, Calum continues, "What do we get if we win?"

"Yeah, Mikes," Luke says, wrapping his arms around Michael's waist from behind. "What's in it for us?"

"Oh, I have plans for that possibility," Michael teases, covering Luke's arms with his own.

Or the OT3 college au literally everyone is probably sick of, but here's another one, anyway, because i like spoiling my friends x

I'm Wrapped Around Your Finger (ao3) - mariawritesstuff (orphan_account) G, 5k

Summary: Calum goes to Brazil for a football thing. Michael and Luke miss him lots.

Or, a fic based on Wrapped Around Your Finger.

Meatballs (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance E, 3k

Summary: An idea popped into Luke's head when he saw Calum and Michael sharing food, right before Calum made a statement about balls. That, combined with something Michael had said weeks ago, led Luke's brain to work faster and thus, the birth of that plan. All he had to do was get to Michael and convince Calum.

or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined? (ao3) - galacticsugar T, 2k

Summary: Michael doesn’t say it often. Or ever, really. He might say “I love this band,” or he might even tell the other guys he loves them, in a casual “love you, bro!” kind of way. But he doesn’t get sentimental. He doesn’t let on to the depth of how much he cares about his boys.

Sunshine and Petal (ao3) - VCCV T, 66k

Summary: “And just like that, Michael became a dad.”

Only it wasn’t anywhere close to that easy. Michael adopts two little girls in desperate need of a family, and in turn, realizes just how much he needed one as well. Luke and Calum are there every step of the way to love and support him, but really…this is a love story between Michael and his girls.

two's a crowd, three's a party (ao3) - orphan_account E, 10k

Summary: Luke starts fluffing for Calum, Michael gets jealous, and maybe they have a threesome.

You Have The Sun, I Have The Moon (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 53k

Summary: Michael Clifford has always wanted a soulmate.

He’s yet to meet them, but he knows when he does, nobody will compare in his eyes, and nobody will captivate him like his soulmate does. His biggest dream in life is to have someone, someone bound to him through a divine, cosmic destiny, and to give them all of the love he possibly can. It’s the one thing in life he knows, without a doubt, he’ll be great at.

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When Michael finds his soulmate in the clumsy boy from the deli, he thinks it's going to be smooth sailing from there. Fate, on the other hand, has a far bumpier road in store for them. 

[belpiesblog]

Needle & Ink - Ashton Irwin - Fluff

“I’m home!” I called out as I walked through the door. My boyfriend Ashton peeked his head around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey babe.” He said walking over to me. He pecked my lips and took the bags that I was carrying and taking them to the kitchen. “How was your shopping?” He asked taking out the groceries from the bags and putting them away. “It was good.” I said trying not to laugh. “What’s so funny?” He asked. “I got a surprise for you.” I said. “Oh really.” He said with a smirk. “Not that type of surprise.” I said rolling my eyes at him. I took some things out of one of the bags and held them up. “Needles and ink?” He asked. “Yeah, I thought we could give each other stick and pokes.” I said. “Now where did this idea come from?” He asked with a smile. “You like tattoos and I like art so I thought that this could be something we both might like.” I said. I looked up at him with hopeful eyes hoping he would say yes. “How can I say no to that face.” He said cupping my cheeks. “Great now take off your shirt and lay on the couch.” I said. “Bossy much.” He joked. He took off his shirt and layed down on the couch. I took out the needle and opened the lid to the ink. “What do you want?” I asked. “Surprise me.” He said. I dipped the needle into the ink and straddled his lap for better access. His hands rested on my thighs as I leaned in close to his chest. I started to pierce his skin, drawing out a flower. “Have you done this before?” He asked. “Once.” I said. “Oh that’s comforting.” He giggled. “Stop laughing, your chest is moving.” I said laughing. He just smiled and tapped his fingers on my thighs forming a rhythm. I pulled back and looked at my work smiling to myself. “Done.” I said. He took his phone and looked at the tattoo on his camera. “Oh my god, it’s so cute.” He said laughing. “I did good didn’t I.” I said. “You did, very proud of you.” He said before he placed a kiss on my lips. “Your turn.” He said. I took my shirt off revealing my bra, we switched places so I was laying down and he was straddling my legs. “Are you putting it on my stomach?” I asked. “I sure am.” He said grabbing a different needle and dipping it in the ink. “Any requests?” He asked. “Surprise me.” I said with a smirk. He leaned in close to my stomach and pierced the skin above my belly button. All I could see was his hair and a little bit of his eyes from my angle, he’s so cute when he’s focused. “Are you peeking?” He said with a chuckle. “No.” I said with a small smile. “Liar.” He said. “It’s true, I was only thinking about how cute you look when your focused.” I said. He giggled at my comment then sat up. “And you look hot like this.” He said with a smirk. I started to blush at his comment, I grabbed my phone and looked at the tattoo on my camera. He drew a smiley face, two dots for eyes and a curved line for the smile. “I love it.” I said. “Good because I worked hard.” He said putting the needle on the coffee table. “Oh you poor thing.” I teased. We took pictures of each other’s work, he got off the couch and I sat up. “We should do that again.” He said. “Yeah and maybe your members will want ones too.” I said. “Calum and Michael for sure but Luke on the other hand I’m not so sure about.” He said laughing.

[andiwantneedlusthenrycavill41482]

September 28, 2016 Facebook Post. Kind Of Sounds Like Something Ashton Would Have Said.

My thoughts this morning at 1 AM while watching the 1992 Bram Stroke's Dracula:

Let me get this straight you get so pissed off at God that you decide to denounce him and you make that point by stabbing your sword into the cross statue in the church. It bleeds so you then drink the blood and become a Vampire? Alright then let's not do that than.

[afatallovesong]

Dear Diary

An Ashton Irwin one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Super short overstimulation fic bc I could

Word Count: 1024

You took a mental picture of the situation. You could see the note already scrawled out underneath it, like the entry to a diary. It was a confession, a shocking event worth documenting. Your body had never reacted to him like this. Where your legs usually split like an open invitation for his love, today you found them fighting to close. To force him out. To take a breather from his torture. You’d ached around his fingers. You’d given him the best that you could. Your hips no longer wished to shake. Your core no longer enjoyed the burn of a coming orgasm. You were spent. Nothing left to give but the twitching of your hips, the involuntary clenching around his already soaked digits.

“Come on, open up for me.” He beckons you. He toys with you. Both your thighs were tightened around his arm and yet he had enough strength to remain in place. “Feel you pulsing.” His other hand trickles up your thigh, toward your hip. Chills run across your scorching hot skin. “Know you can give me more.” Despite his threats before he’d softened to reel you in. “Just let me in.” He’s caressing your hip, grabbing, and releasing, kneading into you with his soft hands. Your legs loosen their grip against your will. He’d smile but the battle wasn’t over yet.

“I can’t, I can’t.” You’re panting, writhing as his fingers curl inside you. Your head is spinning, you’re thrashing around, and he just used his spare hand to fasten you into the mattress. You’re enthralled at the strength he’s shown. You’d appreciate it if he wasn’t overstimulating you. You hoped you’d go numb. He’d worked you so hard you broke and couldn’t be used anymore. You wouldn’t have to fight against your next orgasm and the toll it took on your body. The absolute wreckage of them.

“You wanted this; you wanted me to use you.” You blocked that conversation from your mind 3 orgasms ago. You’d said something vaguely along those lines, you couldn’t quite recall it at this moment in time, but he’d certainly help you with that. “Need you so bad,” he mimics, leaning down, his face lowering to the crook of your neck where he kissed between sentences. “Need you to fuck me. Need your cock.” You’re shaking your head, you refused to acknowledge it even if that was the truth. “Want you to use me baby please.” He whines and pouts towards the end and your legs are loosening again, letting him fuck a little deeper. Did you have any power at all?

“Well, I’m going to use you, and you’re going to like it.” The breath fluttering over your earlobe has your cunt clenching. You feel his smirk against your skin, and he thinks he’s won but he’s not there yet. You didn’t have it in you. You thought you’d never cum again for the rest of your life. You just throbbed and burned, maybe even stung from the constant pounding. You were soaked for sure, no doubt about that, but the consistent motion and friction, you’d be sore for days, limping too probably. “Thought you were there, weren’t you there sweetheart?” You shake your head with a sob. When he pulls back, sitting up again, you think he too, might be ready to cry.

“You want me to fuck you all night but don’t have the decency to cum on my fingers? Hmm. How will I know you can take this cock if you can’t even take these. So, fucking ungrateful baby, that hurts.” You let out a choked sob at the thought of him fucking you even after all this. Never mind aching for days, it’ll be weeks, months, and years. You could say goodbye to walking ever again. There was no way you’d see the outside of this room for at least 3 years at this rate.

He’s bending them gorgeous fingers inside again and your pulse skyrockets before your back arches from the bed beneath his grasp. “There it is, let it out baby.” You’re trying to squeeze your thighs again but it’s no use. Its hurtling towards you and there’s no signs of stopping it. “Come on baby that’s it, good girl, cum for me.” You’re crying, tears burning down your cheeks as you feel your whole body burst before disintegrating into nothingness. It’s as if you pushed yourself over the edge of a cliff, to fall and not acknowledge the trip down. You were in your subconscious. Here but not here. Floating away from him. You saw him but couldn’t register his voice, just this ringing in your ears, the blurry noise of the images before you. Your lover stroking your cheek, no longer talking, just looking at you with nothing but kindness and concern.

You’re drifting away. You hadn’t felt your rapid breaths, your panicked expression, nor the way your hips were cracking as you dropped them to the mattress. You’re so faded you took a while to notice he’d slipped from the room to grab a hot flannel for you. He’s cleaning you up, rubbing over your bruised cunt, your soaked thighs. He’s swapping the flannel for a cooler one, tackling the sweat coating your chest, just dabbing it away before moving it towards your brow, then to pat your nose as you stir back round.

He’s ogling at you, but you feel like a sick patient with a nurse here to tend to your every need instead of a cared for girlfriend. “I love you.” Is what you try to say but with the coarseness of your dehydrated throat, you hardly say a word at all. He’s already hopping off the bed to grab a glass of water before you even attempt to request one. He’s slipping his hand under your neck, lifting it toward the glass he leant softly against your lips before tilting it, allowing the water to flow between your puffy pink lips.

Your eyes roll back at the sharpness of the cool beverage. The water soothed the scratchiness in your throat and the dryness of your tongue, proving a hero for your oral needs but God there was so much it couldn’t do for you. You could scarcely move, feel your limbs at all actually. Not to mention you couldn’t focus on anything but the stray curls sticking to his forehead as if they were glued there purposefully. “I love you.” You croak again. He’s fighting a smile at your poor attempt. “I love you.” He says sweetly, eyes raking over your face, memorising each feature exactly as it was now, natural. He’d also be taking an image for his diary entry. “I’d love you more if you were hydrated.” 

[suchalonelysunflower]

Take Your Feelings, Put Them Into a Song (A.I)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Wallows! Fem! Reader

Requested: yes!

Summary: Y/N Sixx, bassist from the famous band Wallows, is helping 5SOS write their latest album CALM. If only she could keep her crush on the drummer under control…

Warnings: Fluff. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 4.6 k

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anon: Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born on 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and it’s the bassist and songwriter of Wallows (…) and she helps 5sos write songs for the album CALM and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in a good way) with shipping? There’s no drama like it was in EUH

It was another boring day in the studio and you would literally prefer to do anything else than to listen to Cole talk about the last date he had instead of working on your new song. But inspiration was lacking between you and your bandmates and you really had no other choice since you already took that time on the studio’s schedule.

One would believe that you would be used to dull times in the studio, having spent a lot of time on them while growing up with your parents, but boredom was a cruel crime inside your head and today your patience was running thin.

“Hey, peanut!” Dylan called your attention “Everything good there?”

You were laying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling for some kind of saving grace, but Dylan’s voice brought you back to your reality.

“Are we going to get something done today?” You asked with a sigh, with your eyes still glued to the ceiling “Cause we are really just wasting time by now and I don’t think Cole’s last fling will bring any kind of inspo into our little group”

“Hey!” Cole protested, earning a chuckle from Braeden.

“Whatever,” You said, already getting up from your spot “I’m going to take a walk”

You took a deep breath once you closed the door to your private room. You loved the guys, you really do, but sometimes people can be too much, especially people who you spend every single day and hour with.

Memories from the past year started to fill your mind and you smiled when thinking about how much your little band has grown. Wallows was now everywhere, you created a name for yourself without using your parent’s influence and you were so damn proud of that, yet when moments like these come around - the moments where you just need to breathe to escape the reality for just a while - you start to reflect on every choice you made and if they were the right ones.

It’s the overthinking that got you to write those first lyrics in the first place, the ones that were put into songs and now were, somehow, all over TikTok with thousands of people relating to them. So maybe, overthinking now might not be such a bad idea after all.

“It’s a terrible idea if you think about it for more than one minute, mate”

You stopped in your tracks when you heard that voice, thinking that maybe you were finally going crazy or someone could’ve read your mind. But it wasn’t until you heard someone else answer that you realized it was a conversation.

“Well, I don’t know what to do with it anymore!”

You turned your head to the left and smiled when you saw the little sign that said “5SOS now in session. DO NOT DISTURB” And realized that your other favorite boys were back in town.

Of course you ignored the sign and knocked on the door a couple of times before opening it shamelessly.

“Well, well, well…” You said with a teasing smile as you leaned over the door frame “If it isn’t my second favorite Aussie band”

The faces of two of the members of said band light up once they realize it was you, quickly getting up to wrap you in a hug.

“Mini Sixx!” Calum said, ruffling his hand through your hair “About time you came to visit us”

You pushed him and Luke away from you “And you should’ve told me you’re back from your break! I could’ve escaped Dylan and the other minions earlier”

“Rough session?” Luke asked, seating down and patting the place next to him for you to sit on.

“Oh, you have no idea”

You loved the 5sos guys, it was impossible not to. Ever since you met them at a label party in 2015 when you were introduced to them because you were the same age as half of the group, you knew that they were made to be on the stage.

It was easy to become their friend, given their welcoming attitude and easy-going smiles even before they found out who your parents were. It was nice for a change not to be Y/N Sixx, daughter of the famous bassist of Mötley Crüe and famous Playboy doll Brandi Brandt, for a moment and just be Y/N, a bassist that had a lot to give to the world. And with the boys you didn’t even have to try to be someone you were not, with them everything was just so… real.

Just like now, where you were allowed to complain about your lovely bandmates to them and they would complain just as well, with no judgment nor responsibilities, just three friends letting out some steam due to the stress of your careers.

“-And basically we don’t know what else to do with the song” Luke finished his rant on the missing piece of their new song for their next album.

“And you have the lyrics ready?”

“Yeah, me and my girl wrote it a few weeks ago but the melody is just…”

“It’s missing something” Calum finished for him with a sigh.

You hummed “Can I see it?”

The two Australians got to work, playing the song with the piano and the guitar and you came to the conclusion that they were right: there was something big missing.

“So it’s a ballad,” You said, thinking of ways to fix it.

“Technically yes, but when you play it like that it sounds incomplete and the lyrics won’t work with another type of rhythm” Luke sighed “We’ve been at it for days now.”

You stayed quiet for a while, reviewing the lyrics and melody more carefully now, analyzing the situation with different approaches but without getting anywhere. It was a beautiful song, it truly was, but it needed something else, something that could create a “boom” sensation for whoever was listening.

Something like…

“Hey guys, have you finished with the- Oh, Hey, Y/N/N!” Ashton said, opening the door and finding you with his bandmates in deep concentration.

Bingo.

“Uh, why are you smiling at me like that?” Ashton asked you with a chuckle, but you didn’t even address him as you turned to Luke and Calum.

“It needs drums”

“What?” The three men said in unison. You rolled your eyes and snatched the notes from Calum’s lap and started to sing the melody.

“Here!” You pointed out “In this part, before finishing the first chorus: I already made, already made that…” And then you started to make drum noises and movements with your arms for them to get the idea.

In a matter of seconds, Luke got up from his seat and walked towards you, taking the notes from you and reviewing them with new eyes, smiling as he got the idea.

“Ha!” He laughed loudly, “You’re a fucking genius!”

“Thank you,” You said with a smug smile as you, Calum and Luke started to discuss the arrangements.

“Wait, hold up” Ashton interrupted the chatter “Y/N, I appreciate you trying to help and no offense and all but I think this isn’t your place to just decide something like that,” He said, pointing to the three of you.

You rolled your eyes. You’ve dealt with stubborn people before, but Ashton did take a spot on your top three and you knew just how to handle him.

“Wow,” You said sarcastically with a teasing smile “One would think that by being half of the rhythm section you would have more… I don’t know, rhythm?”

Ashton crooked an eyebrow and you and you knew you had him in the bag “I just don’t think-”

“You don’t think?” You said, getting up from your chair and walking up to him to be almost chest to chest. You looked up to his eyes and challenged him “Or you just can’t handle the fact that I might’ve had a better idea than you”

You could see by the sparkle in his eyes that he has taken the challenge to heart. He took a step closer to you, almost pressing his body completely against yours, and smirked.

“Want me to prove you wrong, princess?” He teased but you didn’t back up.

“I’d like to see you try, darling”

Ashton’s smirk widened as he took a step back, turning his head towards Luke and Calum who were watching the scene with intrigued eyes and knowing smiles “Get your asses back in the recording booth”

He followed them as they walked into the big recording space they had, but not before sending you a wink seconds after he closed the door.

You were thankful he didn’t see you blush.

Once they were all set with their instruments - Calum on the keys, Luke on the guitar, and Ashton behind his drum set - You pressed the buttons of the console that would make it possible for you to hear them at the other side of the mirrored glass.

“Okay boys, show me what you got”

*

You became an official 5SOS songwriter after that day and even Ashton had to admit that you were adding so much more to the band lyrics and melodies since you started to work with them.

Every day you would find yourself walking towards their studio after your band’s session and you start to work wherever they left off. It was a simple dynamic that worked wonders for everyone and after every session, you would get even more inspired to write your own music for Wallows, so it was a win-win situation, not to mention, spending time with your new co-workers; especially a particular drummer that grew closer to you that you would’ve ever imagined.

When you first met the band you hit it off pretty quickly with Luke and Calum, them being the same age as you and having pretty much the same interests; then came Michael that shared a similar sense of humor with you and with whom you discussed videogames with. But Ashton was always the one that you consciously tried to not get too close to.

In all honesty, he intimidated you but not in a bad way. He was smart, talented, and super funny, not to mention also ridiculously handsome. But he was also stubborn, a little bit egotistical, and the only one that could keep up with you in a battle of wits, teasing, and sarcasm. And you knew that if you mixed that all together it might mean trouble, especially when he smiled at you like that.

Of course you had a crush on him, who wouldn’t? But the fact is that you know what it is like to date in the industry and having feelings for a member of another pretty famous band might bring some tension to the table, so it was safer to play the crushing card and just stay friends. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself every day since you started to see him regularly and spend more time with him than with any other of the two bands.

Speaking of…

“Earth to Y/N?” Called Braeden waving a hand in front of your face “Is anybody there?”

You blinked a few times before pushing his hand away with a scoff “Very funny, B. What’s up?”

“You spaced out again” Cole added, fidgeting with his drumsticks “Just when we were going to start complimenting you on that bass line you wrote the other day…”

You smiled as you threw a pillow at him that he was able to easily dodge “Sorry, I was just-”

“Thinking about a particular drummer again?” Dylan teased, to which Cole added.

“I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to fall in love with me”

You searched for other pillows and started to throw them at your band members, giggling as they started to throw them back at you and starting an improvised pillow fight in the middle of the recording booth.

“Hey, Y/N/N! I was wondering if you-” Ashton’s sentence was cut short as he opened the door and took in the scene that was in front of him.

You were so busy chasing Breaden with a pillow on each hand and a devilish smile that you didn’t even notice when the door opened or that Ashton was standing there, smiling at you with his arms crossed as you aimed at your bandmate's head.

“Oh look, peanut!” Dylan said teasingly “You knight in shiny armor is here to-” But before he could say anything more embarrassing, you threw a pillow directly at his face to shut him out.

You quickly turned your head to Ashton who was fairly amused by your battle skills and smiled at him.

“Hey!” You said breathlessly after chasing down the others.

“Hi,” He smiled back “Am I interrupting something or?”

“Nah, you’re good,” You said, throwing one last pillow at your three friends that stood in a corner blowing teasing kisses and puppy eyes at the two of you “These assholes and I are done for the day” You commented before said assholes started to pout and complain, but you were already out the door before they could say something embarrassing again.

“So…” Ashton trailed off, starting to walk alongside you with his hands in his front pockets.

“So,” You said, drifting your eyes from him and praying to the universe that he didn’t hear anything or else it would make the blush on your face even pinker “You needed me for something?”

You wanted to get the topic of work right there in the open as soon as possible, not wanting him to notice how nervous you got when you were alone with him. At least when you were talking about work you leveled the ground in some parts.

“Actually, I’m going home early today” He smiled softly “Luke and the guys are working on a love song that’s just way too happy and butterflies - in - your -stomach like and I didn’t think they needed me there if I can’t bring nothing to the table”

“You’re not a lovey-dovey feeling kinda guy?” You teased by bumping your arm with his, earning a “hey” from him “I actually get it, I’m not that kind of person either”

“It’s not like I don’t like it, it’s just that-”

“You process your emotions differently, and it’s easier to write those when you think of love in other stages and/or mixed with other complex emotions because-”

“Love is not just one-sided! Yes!” Ashton celebrated, amazed that you could understand what he was saying “I knew you would get it”

That comment made your cheeks heat up as you looked at him, all dimpled smiles and light chuckled as he looked at you with sparkly hazel eyes. Oh no…

“Well,” You said, breaking that little moment “If they are going to work on that all day then I guess I would head home, too. I don’t think I’ll be able to provide anything else either”

“Actually,” Ashton said as he stopped in the middle of the hall leading to the exit, making you stop as well and turn to him “I was wondering if you would want to get some coffee with me now that we are both free. Of course, if you really are free and have nothing else to do and want to actually drink coffee or tea… or maybe not and you’re not that type of person and-”

“Are you asking me out?”

Ashton stopped his rambling and looked at you with an incredulous smile and lightly blushed cheeks.

“I- well, yeah,” He said shyly “Yeah, I am”

You smiled and softly chuckled “Look at the famous drummer all nervous” You teasingly took a step closer to him, not knowing where this confidence was coming from, and he did the same “It’s just me, you know?”

“And that’s exactly the reason why”

“Do I make you nervous, darling?”

“Let’s say that if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have rambled like that, princess”

You pressed your lips in a thin line and smiled as you looked away from him, blushing like a teenager on her first date.

“So…” You trailed off.

“So?”

“Lead the way”

*

From that moment both of your routines changed once again. Now you took time off the studio at least two times a week to go with Ashton on those small friendly dates as he took you out for coffee or just simple but meaningful talks.

Soon enough you lost all the doubts that made you nervous around him, seeing how easy it was to talk to him and how much you had in common in more aspects than just music. You became more comfortable around him and your level of teasing and playing grew alongside your relationship, not to mention the level of teasing and playing you received from your band members and the other 3 Aussies who joined in on all the fun.

You were used to blushing and dismissing comments about your - undeniable - crush on the drummer, but Ashton didn’t seem to be affected by them at all. On the contrary, Ashton played along and even seemed like he was enjoying it. Like in one particular occasion where you were working on a song together and Michael said:

“Oh my god, date her already!”

Ashton didn’t blink an eye before responding “I’m trying! But she just wants to focus on the harmonies”

And you’d be lying if you said that didn’t put a smile on your face.

Yet, you kept it all professional while being in the studio; no need to mix your personal lives with whatever was going on down there, that’s why those coffee runs were your favorites.

It was an unspoken rule between the two of you that “work-talk” was forever banned from those outings.

“So what are we going to talk about?” You asked him the first time you went into his favorite coffee shop.

“Us” He simply answered, unaware of the butterflies he just set in your stomach.

“Us?”

“Yeah, I want to get to know you better, princess. Who is Y/N Sixx?”

“Who is Ashton Irwin?”

“I asked first”

“I asked second” You countered

Ashton smiled widely “You think you’re clever…”

“It doesn’t matter what I think” You answered, casually sipping on your coffee “I know I’m clever just like I know you like me that way”

You were testing the waters back then, hiding the shaking of your knees under the table as you longed to know how he felt about it. But the way he smiled and how he blushed a little bit made all your fears go away.

“Yeah, that I do”

Your cheeks turned red whenever you reminisced about that moment - or any moment that you spent with Ashton for that matter - which gave you the perfect idea for a song.

“I don’t want to kill my time with somebody else…” You hummed to yourself as you wrote down what you think is the chorus to a new song.

You told Ashton that you were not the type to write silly love songs or very uplifting songs; but there was something in that memory, something in that feeling that you couldn't ignore or just let it be without doing something about it. So, you started to write it.

You couldn't separate the feeling from the art, after all, feelings were what led you to dedicate your life to music. People would say it was because of your parent’s influence but they had little to nothing to do with your decision. This was you, the authentical you writing whatever came to mind and then sharing it with the world and only a few people will get it in its entirety. And surely Ashton was one of them.

“Dadadada something, want you all to myself”

“Wacha doing there, princess?”

Speaking of the devil.

Ashton smiled at you as he hunched over the table you were working on, trying to peek at what you were writing. You lifted the notebook and pressed it against your chest faking offense as he giggled.

“Didn’t your mother taught you not to sneak up on people, darling?” You asked as he walked around your workspace and sat himself down on the chair next to you “Besides, you’re late. You were supposed to meet me here like half an hour ago!”

“Aww, sorry Sixx” Ashton pouted “But there were no chocolate chip cookies left in the shop so I had to go around town to get you some” He then put a bag of freshly made cookies on top of the table with a cup filled with coffee.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?”

“Of course I did! You always only eat chocolate chips cookies in the afternoon”

He started to giggle again, ignoring the way you were looking at him “How did you know that?”

“C’mon, Y/N/N, every time we go for coffee you order two, one for the coffee and another one for the road. And every time we cater something you never touch anything but those cookies”

“I never knew you were so observant”

Ashton shrugged “I just pay attention if I like what I see,” He said nonchalantly with a wink, making you blush instantly, but you covered it up with an eye roll.

“God, you’re terrible” You scoffed.

“I’m honest!” You shook your head and went back to writing, but Ashton was not going to let that go so easily. “Look, how else could I know that you always put an extra bag of sugar in your coffee?”

“‘Cause I always drink the same thing,” You said without looking up from your notebook.

“Yeah, a mocha latte with extra chocolate drizzle and no foam. Honestly, how can you handle that much sugar?” You were about to answer but he caught you off. “But that’s not all you drink, whenever you have a bad day you always order a cup of mango and ginger tea because that’s your mother’s favorite drink and it helps you calm down. You also don’t want anyone to know that you’re having a bad day but the minute someone looks away your smile starts to flatter until you’re back in the conversation”

You stopped the writing completely as you turned to him, suddenly feeling how your heart started to jump all over your chest as he kept talking, eyes never leaving yours as he gave you a soft smile, almost as if he was remembering all those moments with you.

“You draw flowers on the corner of your notebooks whenever you feel bored. You love the sad songs on the radio and you know every single word to Lorde’s Melodrama, yet every time you have to choose a playlist you put 2000’s pop and R&B songs because it hypes you up. You hate awkward silences unless you are the one being quiet. You help Dylan dye his hair every time he asks you to because you would trust each other with your lives, you give Cole relationship advice because you care about him and he always appreciates your advice more than anyone’s and Braeden is your best friend because you always say that he is one of the few people that could make you laugh in a bad day and you have no idea how much I want to be included in that list”

“Ashton-”

“You write better with dim light, it helps you concentrate on your work. You say you don’t believe in astrology yet you check your horoscope every day. You want to make sure that everyone has a good time and feels included, that’s why you always make conversations with Micahel about games you never even heard before or let Luke braid your hair when he’s bored or how you switched topics when you noticed that Calum was not engaging as much in a conversation. You literally take care of everyone but you never let anyone take care of you, and when we do you get all shy and you blush as you say thank you and you have no idea how fucking adorable you look”

You sat there speechless as he spoke. You felt the back of your throat dry as you tried to find the right words to answer all of that.

It was too much. The fact that he knew all of that and how he said it like he was just talking about his favorite things in the world, it was just too much but at the same time, you want to hear him say that again.

A weird sense of joy and shyness came over you as he set his hazel eyes on yours. You gave him a small smile as you averted your gaze to the floor.

“Wow, I-” You started “I never thought someone noticed all that”

“How could I not?” You heard him say “You’re all I can think about and to say that I don’t notice you is like saying I don’t notice the sun in the sky or the stars at night. You’re the brightest light out there, Y/N, you shine everywhere you go”

You noticed how he pulled his chair closer to you and suddenly you felt how your chair started to slowly turn his way until you were face to face.

Ashton carefully placed his fingers under your chin and tilted your head until you were finally looking into his eyes again.

“There she is!” He smiled when he noticed your blushing cheeks and gleaming eyes.

“What do you mean when you say I’m all you think about?” You asked expectantly, curling your fingers nervously on top of your thighs.

Ashton chuckled. “Well, if you didn’t notice, I really fucking like you, Y/N”

You looked up at him, smiling with hopeful eyes and feeling as if a weight was lifted off your chest thanks to the joy you were experiencing while hearing those words.

“You do?”

“Unless you don’t like me back and I just spilled my feelings for nothing-” You smacked him playfully in the arm “Ouch! I’m kidding! Of course I like you! Fuck, Y/N I’ve been falling for years now and I thought I was being pretty obvious”

You laughed “I thought you were just playing!”

In an instant, Ashton pulled your chair closer and grabbed you by the hip, lifting you up and making you sit on his lap as he hugged you by the waist and you placed your arms around his neck.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” He said, “I’ll do anything to prove it”

“Well,” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek and knocking your forehead to his “How about you help me finish this song and then you take me on a date? Cause I’ve been falling for you, too and I don’t want to waste any more time”

Ashton hummed as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, kissing it softly as he murmured “Will I get to kiss my princess at midnight?”

“Maybe… or you can take your chances now if you’d like”

He smiled.

“I like those odds”

And just before you know it, he softly pressed his lips against yours; finally creating a happy beginning for the two of you.

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Sun 31 Jan ‘21 

Happy Walls Dayyy!!!!!! Today was the first anniversary of our #1 fave debut album of 2020, and we all celebrated, Louis included! Last but best thing first: WE GOT A DEMO!! Louis ended the day by publishing a dreamy clip of a demo of the title song ‘Walls’. His clear voice croons over beautiful sliding electric guitars and background reverberance- if that’s his FIRST draft then he is, as we knew, a GENIUS! AND, the King Himself came on twitter to interact with his “loyal” (his words) subjects (that’s us!). He popped up at first to say that his tour, when it comes around, will be “fucking unbelievable...this is our day!”, and talked about his favorite part of the last year (“the two shows I played”), what he noticed most when performing solo the first times (“the space on stage” ughhhh all the tears), what he was looking forward to after COVID (“everything”) and getting through these times- “remember that everything is going to be better when normality sets back in.” He also explained that while he was gonna put out merch today, he “didn’t want to market the day”, but rather make it “a celebration just for us”. But, uh, the merch will be coming eventually! He then replied that there were “too many greedy fuckers out there” who try turn celebratory events into a “cash grab” (to quote the fan), and harries then got mad at that because THEY were like this must be about Harry (lol uhhhh) and assumed he was shading him and Jeff rather than, I don’t know, his OWN FORMER LABEL?? Cool cool cool, but it’s still Harry’s moth on Spotify, so cope. He told us that his proudest moment on the album was recording the strings for the Walls the Single, that he wouldn’t have approached the process differently because he’s still really proud of the album, that he was most looking forward to us hearing KMM or Walls, that Doncaster is his fav place (to no one’s surprise lmao), and, asked what song he likes to rock out to off HIS ALBUM was like oh hey have I got a rec for you: “Maybe Tomorrow” by the Stereophonics. It goes, “think I'll walk me outside and buy a rainbow smile, but be free” and “maybe tomorrow I’ll find my way home” (huh is there something happening tomorrow that could be linked to... OH. Right. Huh. Well all that is just a coincidence I’m sure, it’s not like Louis ever said he likes to rec songs because he wants us to read into the lyrics or anything... oh wait.)    

LTHQ did a insta quiz over on their stories (I only got two questions wrong!) and they did the promised virtual listening party and tweeted along to each song and retweeted fans’ reactions (and all the usernames, larries everywhere, we SEE YOU). Friends of Louis joined in the celebration- Only The Poets, Ashton Irwin of 5SoS fame, Helene Hornyck (“all the love,” she said!), Isaac Anderson and more, and All On The Board made one of their lovely Frankenstein poems which mashing up a bunch of LT1 songs, but in keeping with the theme of the day (and COVID I GUESS) did it as fanart rather than the usual in person board. And all of that was the BORING part of the day, can you BELIEVE?? The FUN part was the Walls Fanart that was chosen to be the new Spotify cards on the official Walls album. As in, they are up right now if you want to go check them out, but I’m gonna tell you straight up: they’re half Harry tats! The Defenseless card, especially, as it is just straight up fanart of Harry’s moth tattoo, especially fun when he had JUST got us talking about its Papillion origin with his finsta! The artist had been worried that Louis would be mad at them for submitting ‘Larry art’, and was overjoyed to learn that, uh... apparently, he was NOT. That was not all! The ‘Too Young’ art card is H’s rose tattoo, ‘Habit’ and ‘Fearless’ were both different variations of H’s anatomical heart tat (the ‘Habit’ one even included the word kind :{) ), and the We Made It rainbow wheel did, in fact, make it to Spotify, just like we thought! “Perfect Now” was Louis standing under a rainbow spotlight—they made that one black and white for spotify but the artist shared the original version. Harries were beside themselves, and tagged Jeff (Azoff), Ben Winston, and Gemma Styles (what?), demanding that they make Louis take the art down because it was clearly Harry art, which 1.) how much more blatant can you be if even ANTIS are noticing and 2.) what sort of control do they think Jeff, Ben, and Gemma have over Louis seeing as, uh, none of them currently work for him??? Weird, are they thinking there might be some kind of link... between Harry and his team and Louis... tell me more antis, truly, I’m fascinated!

One would think that’s more than enough for one day but WAIT THERE’S MORE Zayn is in EXCELLENT quirky Zayn form having fun with his own merch—he posted a gremlin (from the old RL Stine movie ‘Gremlins’) in a NIL beanie captioned “one size fits all humanoid shaped heads” late last night, haaaaa. Yes, I agree! The red stitching really makes the gremlin’s red eyes pop, and his fangs have never looked this good! And the question arose, is Harry’s finsta actually just his side account for following nothing but gay meme accounts? Evidence—the discovery of a second follow, of the openlygayanimals account-- would suggest yes! Well that’s valid, imagine having to not only navigate the internet AS HARRY but also without funny memes of your choice, that’s no life to lead. And Niall complained on twitter that people didn’t understand his sense of humor because SARCASM! He also tweeted about golf, which I’m sure was cool for people who understand it.

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Watch Me Bloom: A Few Months Ago // Ashton Irwin

I’m so excited to finally share this with everyone! As I mentioned, the week leading up to Superbloom really inspired me. It was so hard to believe that just seven months prior, we were living the ups and downs of CALM’s release while this was a essentially a never ending parade of self-reflection and joy. My fic Release explored a relationship dealing with CALM and I thought it’d be fun to see what the Superbloom experience might look like thru the lens of a relationship. (I wouldn’t say it’s a sequel - in my mind, they’re different relationships- but you could call it a thematic companion.)

As always (but honestly even more so this time because omg this section especially changed again and again), my eternal love and gratitude to @cal-puddies​​ for always offering direction, notes, encouragement and a good roast when I need it.

Warnings: What a surprise, it’s Boyfriend!Ash. Brief quarantine mention. So much fluffy smut you’ll wonder if I’m alright. Oral sex performed on a female. Unprotected sex within an established relationship. This is the tame chapter, folks. The calm before the smutty storm, if you will.

Word Count: 3319

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You sleepily roll over to snuggle your boyfriend but instead of being surrounded by the warm firmness of Ashton’s back, you feel cool air and the beginnings of a falling sensation. Your body jolts awake to catch itself, your brain making the unpleasant discovery that there’s no one laying next to you and you’re about to tumble off the couch. You shake your head upon realizing you once again fell asleep in the living room, watching TV.

It was a bad habit you fell into once Ashton got busy with his new project. You still hadn’t gotten used to falling asleep without him and a part of you can’t help but long for the early days of quarantine, when you spent the majority of your time lazily wrapped up in sheets and each other.

But as time went on, you started waking up alone and finding him sitting outside with a coffee, scribbling away on a notepad. Other days you’d wake up to the sounds of him already in the shower, singing gibberish words to fill out gorgeous melodies he dreamt of and is trying to perfect while he gets ready to take on the day.

He eventually showed those scribbles and shower songs to his housemate, Matt, who helped him shape them into demos, which they then decided to make into fully produced tracks. After weeks of rearranged furniture, strewn about instruments and dodging cables running through the hall, Ash gleefully shared that he planned to release these songs as his own album. You’d kissed him happily, shared in his joy and teased him relentlessly that it took him this long to tell you. You couldn’t have been happier for him and you loved seeing him excited about work again, especially after the frustration surrounding the band's album release earlier this year, but every night when you go to bed alone, you just miss him.

You shuffle into the kitchen and dump the rest of your long forgotten tea in the sink, turning on the tap to wash the cup. While you wait for the water to warm up, you cartoonishly stretch your arms over your head and loudly yawn.

“Long day?” A voice asks from across the room.

You chuckle and turn to greet Matt, who’s headed towards the sink with an armful of various mugs he and Ashton must’ve used for tea, coffee and water over the course of the day.

“Well, I got up earlier than usual and Ash had already made his side of the bed, so I’m sure it was nowhere near as long as yours,” you comment, reaching out to take the dishes from him.

He silently thanks you with a kind smile. “Yeah he was up and at it even before me today,” he admits, shaking his head. “Had quite the breakthrough today, though. I’m sure he’d love to tell you about it if you wanna pay him a visit.”

You lightheartedly scoff as you quickly wash the cups. “And also he’s just moved from your studio down to his and you think I can talk him into actually getting some rest?”

He laughs at how well you know your boyfriend. “I told him I was gonna call it a night but I don’t think he’s taking the hint,” he admits.

“Sounds like our guy,” you shrug, setting the clean mugs on the rack to dry. “I’ll pop by and check on him before I turn in.”

You head for the bathroom and quickly go through your routine; you mentally cheer when you turn on the light and see Ash’s green henley draped haphazardly over the bathtub. It smells like him so he must have just tossed it aside when he showered earlier; you inhale deeply as you slip it over your head and throw on a pair of sleep shorts before heading down to the basement where he’s working.

You tentatively make your way down the stairs, not wanting to startle him. As you suspected, he’s intently focused on his computer screen, dragging and dropping components of a track, trying to layer the elements just the way he wants, something he was recently so proud to tell you he had learned to do.

You knock quietly on the wall when you reach the bottom. He turns around to investigate and exclaims your name with far too much enthusiasm for the late hour. He opens his arms, which you know means he wants you to come sit on his lap. He greets you with a sweet kiss as soon as you sit down and hums when he recognizes the scent of your nighttime skin products. “Bedtime already?” He asks, sounding slightly disappointed.

You jab his side playfully. “Already? It’s pretty fucking late, dude,” you tease. “I fell asleep on the couch again.”

“Aww, baby, no,” he commiserates, stroking your arm empathetically. "You weren’t waiting up for me again, were you?”

“Maybe subconsciously,” you shrug. “Missed you a lot today. Dreamt about you last night. Dreamt about you while I was asleep right now. I dunno, it’s weird.” He hugs you tighter to him and you rest your head in the crook of his neck. “Matt said you had a good day, though?” You say in a bright voice, trying to compensate for your sad admission.

Ashton softly smiles and squeezes your leg, indicating he knows you wish you hadn’t told him what you did. “Yeah, it was crazy, I woke up with this song in my head and I had to rush down here before it went away,” he explains. “It was so clear in my mind - every instrument, every aspect of the production - and it took all day but we’ve almost got it exactly how I imagined it.”

You rest against him while he clicks around on the computer, playing you different files and explaining each step they took in their process that day. You watch him, instead of the screen, admiring the way he lights up when he talks about his art, the way his dimples just keep sinking deeper and deeper as he delights in telling you the inventive tactic they came up with to get the guitars to sound a certain way.

You peck at his cheek, enjoying the scratch from his light beard. “I’m so glad you had a good day,” you coo. “Think you might want to head up to bed with me now, though? I love seeing how happy this makes you but you’ve still gotta take care of yourself, babe. Still working when I go to bed and getting back at it before I wake up? It’s happening a lot and I get worried sometimes.”

He plays with the hem of your - his - shirt while he listens to your concern. “I know. It’s just easy to get caught up when it’s going good. And it’s all been going so good!” His wide smile turns to an understanding nod when he sees you lovingly shake your head at his excited excuse. “But I know you’re right, baby, I promise I have been trying to be mindful. Today was just the perfect storm.”

“OK,” you murmur, believing him for now, knowing you’ll surely be having this conversation again in a few days’ time. He tilts your chin up to him and moves in for a soft kiss. You sigh as his lips gently move over yours and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair; because of the lockdown, he’d been letting it grow and you were loving it. You’d convinced him to let you trim it a few times to keep it healthy and now you were obsessed with getting your hands on it all the time.

He starts to pull away but you let out a slight whine and bring him back in, deepening the kiss while you’re at it. He lets you lead the makeout as he wraps his arms around you, holding your body against his. You shift yourself in his lap so that you’re straddling him in the chair.

“Is this your plan to tire me out so I’ll come to bed?” Ash grins.

"Thought this was your plan," you tease, tugging his lip between your teeth. "You asked me to sit in your lap, I know your style."

He giggles as you start nipping at his jawline before making your way down his neck and settling in to kiss up and down his collarbones. He sits back and lets you work, running his hands up and down the back of your top, occasionally letting his hands wander down to appreciate how tight your sleep shorts fit over your ass.

“You’re markin’ me up, baby,” he laughs, attempting to detach your mouth from his chest.

You allow him to bring your mouth back up to his, darting your tongue across his bottom lip before saying with a smirk, “Something to help you remember me while you’re locked away working.”

Before he can respond, you move in to kiss him again and as you feel him growing hard underneath you, you lazily begin grinding on him. He groans and moves against you a few times before running a hand up the leg of your shorts.

He raises his eyebrows when he feels how wet you already are for him. “Aww, you really have been missin’ me, huh?” He teases, eyes shining in the dimly lit room. “You know you can always just tell me when you need me, that’s part of the fun of working at home.”

“Don’t wanna interrupt the artistic genius process,” you tease back, sitting further back on his thighs so you can palm him through his shorts. “Plus, I don’t think Matt would appreciate that very much.”

“I’d love it if we didn’t talk about Matt while your hand is on my dick,” he jokes, lifting his hand out of your shorts and up to his lips to lick. You roll your hips impatiently as you watch his lips suck your essence off his fingertips. “Mmm, sweet tonight, baby,” he murmurs. “Think I’m gonna need more.”

Ashton grips the backs of your thighs and suddenly he’s standing to lift you off of his lap and onto the desk in front of him. He deftly uses one hand to move his laptop and various hard drives to the side and uses the other to start tugging your shorts and panties down.

He drops to his knees and the surprise of that sight gets a low moan out of you. When he licks a stripe up your center, you take on a much whinier tone. “Babyyyy,” you try to reason with him, tugging on the collar of his white t-shirt. “I don’t wanna keep you awake any later than you need to be, let’s just fuck and get some sleep.”

He sits back on his heels, peeling off his shirt, flinging it behind him. “Heard my girl was missing me,” he counters, dragging a finger slowly through your wetness. “Gotta make sure you can make it through the day tomorrow.” His thumb plays gently at your clit while he runs his beard along your inner thigh - he’s learned you love the scratch - before fixing his mouth on your skin, clearly intent on leaving a large hickey.

You shiver when without much fanfare, Ash starts softly licking at your clit with just the tip of his tongue. “That’s my needy girl,” he says in a low voice that gives you almost as much of a chill as his mouth just did. Your brain constructs a witty reply but you’re not entirely sure the mumble that came out of your mouth made sense; his tongue is fluttering against your clit now and his hands are forcefully spreading your legs wider while somehow also tenderly massaging your skin.

You pry your hands off the edge of the desk where you’ve been bracing yourself and wrap them in his hair while his mouth works you, loving how his eyes dart up to thank you every time you brush a wayward curl off his forehead. It’s a great juxtaposition to the warning look you get when you start bucking your hips against his face. You didn’t mean to start getting rowdy but he slipped his fingers inside you at just the right angle and at the same time his beard dragged across your skin and his lips finally enveloped your clit - you couldn’t help yourself.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he soothes, sliding his hand underneath your shirt and laying his palm flat across your stomach to settle your movements. “Need it that bad? Could’ve sworn I had you the other night, you’re acting like I haven’t touched you in weeks.” His tone is the perfect blend of condescension and care and his words tease you almost as intensely as his fingers curling inside you.

Your reply is interrupted with a surprised moan when he fits his lips over your clit once again and starts sucking rapidly. “Maybe… having you… just makes… Jesus… makes me want you… mmm-more… fuck, babe, I’m cumming.”

You’re shocked by how fast and strong your orgasm hits you - maybe Ashton’s teasing wasn’t too far off and you are just that needy. You lay back on the desk, tugging at his hair, biting your lip to keep from crying out too loudly; try as you might, you can’t ignore the urge to grind against his mouth and the vibration from his groaning only adds to your pleasure.

He keeps at it until you push him away and you whine when he withdraws his fingers from you; you’ve just barely caught your breath when you squeeze his arm to get his attention, craving him near. He, of course, knows what you need and stands to tend to you. He brushes his fingers across your lips before cleaning the rest of your wetness off of them with his own mouth.

You’re pretty sure you see his cock jump in his basketball shorts as your tongue peeks out of your mouth to sample what he’s shared with you. “Taste good, baby?” He asks with heavy breath.

“Tastes better when I’m mixed with you,” you counter, pulling him in.

He moans into your passionate kiss, one hand trying to lean you back on the desk and the other yanking his shorts down. You resist his attempt, catching him off guard by pushing on his shoulders, guiding him back to his abandoned office chair; you climb in his lap to straddle him again, explaining, “Been wanting you like this all day.”

You take his cock in your hand and give it a few strokes before lifting yourself up and tapping your clit with the tip; you play like this for a minute, using him to tease yourself, rubbing your pussy on him, coating him in your wetness until he grabs your hips and sighs your name in a soft plea.

Smiling to yourself, you think maybe you should rib him about being as needy as you, except you don’t want to wait any longer to get him inside you; he watches intently as you balance yourself on the arms of the chair to line up and sink down on him. You groan together in lustful harmony at the feeling and you begin tentatively rocking your hips, enjoying the familiar stretch of him filling you.

You’ve got a moderate rhythm going when Ash starts playing with your nipples through your shirt; you slow your pace a bit and reach to pull the henley off when he stops you. “Leave it on,” he requests with a glint in his eye, fingers swiftly undoing a few buttons to expose more of your chest. “Now whenever I wear it, I won’t be able to stop picturing you riding me.”

You grin at him and lean back on his thighs, grinding slowly on his cock, trying to find that perfect angle. His hands are all over you, under and over the shirt, running over the tops and inside of your thighs; his grip eventually settles on your ass, kneading it and helping you bounce yourself on him.

You ride him at varying speeds, paying attention to the sounds he’s making and the way his body responds to your movements; you can’t get enough of seeing his jaw clench as he struggles not to fuck up into you, trying to let you have your moment.

He squeezes your ass so hard you know there’s bound to be finger shaped bruises in the morning. “Fuck, Ash,” you whisper, mouth against his ear. Your tongue flicks out to toy with his earring and the gasp you get in response is as satisfying as you’d hoped.

“Gettin’ close,” he strains, lifting his hips against yours slowly, thinking if he’s subtle enough maybe you won’t mind.

“God… same,” you tell him, speeding up and bringing a hand between your legs. “Wanna cum with you, babe.”

Ashton takes that as permission to be more blatant with his thrusting and as your breath starts stuttering, he even throws in a few slaps across your ass cheeks; his instincts are correct and within seconds you’re pulsing around him. Your eyes squeeze shut and flashes of white are all you see; you can tell by the tone of his voice he’s praising you as you orgasm but you can’t process what he’s saying.

His arms wrap around you and he holds you close as you squeeze his cock. You rock against him, working yourself through it when he buries his face in your chest to muffle an exhausted grunt as he cums inside you. You stroke his hair, murmuring how good he feels; he catches his breath and his embrace tightens around you as he pulls you into a soft yet sloppy kiss.

“Love you,” he says quietly, resting his head between your breasts again, beard prickling your skin.

You play with the thin chain he’s wearing, admiring the way the silver contrasts with the dark ink on the back of his neck. You’ve seen this side of Ash more in the past few months than you had the entire time you’d been together and it still takes you aback every time it comes out. “Love you too,” you whisper in reply.

He helps you off of him and you excuse yourself to the adjoining bathroom. When you return a few minutes later, he’s redressed, the desk is back in order and all his equipment is shut off.

“Bedtime?” You ask, pleasantly surprised.

He grins. “Like I’d be able to think about anything else tonight,” he reaches for your hand. There’s a comfortable silence as he starts to lead you out of the room before pausing at the foot of the stairs and turning to you. “You know I miss you too, right? When I’m working all the time like this? I think about you a lot.”

You lift your joined hands, kissing his knuckles. “I know, babe, I’m sorry if I made you feel bad when I said all that, I was just tired,” you frown slightly.

Ash slings his arm around you, kissing the top of your head. “Can I tell you a secret? This shirt was actually clean, I sprayed it with cologne and left it out for you,” he laughs, tugging at your collar. “Wanted to wear tomorrow and spend the day having you close to me.”

“Ashhhh, that’s so sweet it’s almost gross,” you aww. He chuckles as you hop onto the step in front of him and peck rapidly at his lips. “Bold of you to assume I’d let you have it back, though.”

He snorts and follows you up the stairs. You turn to him at the top. “Make you a deal: if you’re still in bed with me when I wake up tomorrow, the shirt’s yours.”

He spins you around and gives you a gentle swat, directing you to the bedroom. “Deal.”

————-

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[allsassnoclass]

okay so re: smutless long fics, I’ve tried to compile a list of fics as close to 50k words as possible since that’s the wordcount the anon cited and tbh my friends there really are not that many that I personally have read but I did my best.  All fics under the cut are over 30k and have either been verified good by me or my trusted friends

delete this transmission by @anxietycalling: 67k mashton sci-fi. I reread this one recently and it’s just as amazing the second time around I very highly recommend it

“Yeah,” he says, catching sight of his reflection in the dimly reflective surface and running fingers through his hair to fluff it up. And instead of getting on the mag-train home like he wants to, he catches the northbound train to the greenlawn with Calum. “You know, I think I might not go through with it,” he tells his best friend, meaning his activation. They sit together across from the back doors of the car and watch the adverts for an upcoming showing of ‘Titanic’ at the interactive theater. While Calum sits beside him silently he gnaws on a thumbnail and wonders whether it’s too late to get his money back.

“You can’t go back on it now,” Calum tells him.

And it’s true: His payment has already been processed, the credits removed from his profile. The invoice showed up in his e-net overnight and he’d added it to his encrypted folder. “It’s just - weird,” he says, weighing each of the words on his tongue before he speaks. “To be in charge of another person like that. I don’t want that responsibility.”

I’m a Falling Star by @pixiegrl: 55k lashton fantasy, very cute and sweet

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless really. “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

Or: Ashton’s a shop boy setting out on a adventure to find a star to help grant a wish. Luke’s a star crashed to Earth looking for some help to get back home. They’re both in for more adventure than they bargained for.

I Wanna Sleep Next to You... by milecgv: 54k malum college au.  I read it over a year ago but I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it then

"Cuddle buddies, how can I help you?"

Pausing, Calum thought, he could just hang up. Get over the moment of weakness and face the rest of the night alone. He could do it. But the idea of spending one more second alone, brought a fresh pang of hurt to his heart and really, he couldn't bear it. Before his thought process could spiral out of control, the calm voice repeated itself.

"Um, yeah. I-, I need someone to-" He cut himself off because really, how was he going to phrase this?

Chuckling softly, the man on the other line interjected. "Sir, do you need someone to cuddle you?"

Shit, it was now or never. "Yeah. I-uh, I do." His voice came out so small, and he really hoped the man on the other side wouldn't pick up on how desperate he was.

~~~

Calum gets the opportunity to live out his dreams in New York City but it proves too much for him, and on a lonely night he ends up calling the professional cuddle service he swore he'd never call.

those are the only three completed fics over 50k that I personally can vouch for, but here are a few more longer ones I’ve read and I’ll link some over 50k that have gotten good reviews from my friends after those.

Destination: Perth by onlythevoid: 34k lashton 

The stranger swung into the seat next to him and sighed contentedly. Luke stole a glance from under his hat. It was a boy with light-brown messy hair, reminiscent of surfers Luke saw on the beach in Brisbane - he had a t-shirt on and black jeans, and fade-tint round-frame sunglasses propped on his straight nose.

The stranger caught Luke’s eyes.

“Hey?” The stranger asked. Shouldn’t have looked at him, Luke thought. Too late.

The stranger had set his sunglasses on his head and was peering below Luke’s cap. “Dude. You look terrible. Are you okay?”

Oh, so the stranger was one of those guys. Too friendly and ever-inquisitive. Yes, Luke looked like shit; he’d been crying for an hour at a time, every few hours, and all he’d had to eat in the past two days was some wet broccoli at the hospital and a bag of chips he’d bought that morning in Brisbane, and there were bruises all up and down his right arm from a car crash he wished he’d died in.

Luke didn’t say any of that. He prayed his voice would be steady and said, “Yes. Thanks.”

The messy-haired boy did not seem convinced. After a pause, he offered, “My name’s Ashton, by the way.”

hello, hello by @clumsyclifford: 30k lashton

For one long, blinking minute, Luke stares at Ashton and wonders if he’s hallucinating. Because that’s definitely Ashton. That’s Ashton Irwin, his former best friend from Sunny Days, the show they co-starred on as children.

But it’s also definitely Ashton Fletcher, professional film actor worth many millions, possibly hundreds of millions, of dollars, standing on his doorstep, wind ruffling his hair.

Now for the fics that I haven’t read but can confidently say are good through a rigorous peer review system (aka I have friends who read them/I have read and enjoyed other works by these people)

home is wherever you are tonight by @lifewasradical: 72k lashton. this one is on my tbr, I have only heard good things, and I’ve read other things by Amanda and trust her as a writer

Life has become so mundane in the past few years that there’s very little that sends a thrill up Luke’s spine anymore. It’s that idea that had him saying yes to the idea of moving out here for a few weeks anyways: the knowledge that this was a completely new place where no one knew his name. He could be anyone he wanted to be here, within reason. He wouldn’t be seeing any of these people again after May, so what’s the harm in becoming a new person for a bit? Someone not so bogged down by the shit in their head that they can’t get out of bed some mornings. Maybe this is a step in the direction of the person Luke wants to be in the future anyways.

Or, Luke inherits a beach house on a tiny costal island that needs some work. He didn't plan on falling in love with the guy at the hardware store.

world war series by prettyluke: 58k lashton historical au. Megs really likes this one and I trust her judgement

Even after months of seeing bodies ripped apart by bullets and bombs, Ashton still isn't prepared to be ripped apart by the fragile German soldier who has seen far more than any child should.

and

Luke shows up in Britain after 25 years right in time for World War Two to start, and Ashton has been waiting for someone to yank him from his melancholy since Christmas of 1914.

i’ll keep on fighting (just to make you believe) by @squishmichael: 33k muke I have heard good things about this one, have read other works by Taylor and trust them as a writer, and also I did skim this one when it first came out and it’s good I just need to sit down and fully read while paying attention

“Hi, Mike,” Luke says softly.

Michael might have cried from hearing his voice so clearly, not through a phone line, but instead his smile just gets bigger and bigger until his cheeks hurt.

“Hey, Luke,” he replies before throwing himself at Luke, arms looping around his neck and holding tight.

“Easy there, tiger,” Luke says with a chuckle, but he hugs Michael back.

It feels so different, all the shapes and sizes wrong, yet Michael has never felt so at home, melting right into the hug. Luke still fits so perfectly against him despite everything. Because it’s them, and they’re meant to be, and Michael never wants to let go.

*

In which Luke is finally coming home to Australia for the summer after two years, and everything should be perfect. Michael quickly realizes nothing is.

Under the High Low Lights I See You There by @pixiegrl: 33k lashton 90s bar au. I have heard a lot of good things and I have read and enjoyed Emily’s writing

Luke moves onto cleaning the glasses, sneaking glances over at him, admiring the open blue flannel he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his chest in the white tank top he’s wearing and the pull of it over his muscles, the acid wash denim pants straining over his thighs. He’s attractive and Luke knows he shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be so obvious in his stares, but he can’t help it. The man was made to be admired.

Or: It’s the summer of 1996 in New York City when Luke meets Ashton at his bar. Things aren’t always as they seem.

He Did Ballet by @kaleidoscopeminds: 34k cake. people love this one and meg is a great writer

Like the way he danced, everything in Luke's life was perfectly placed, an allegro exercise all on beat, an enchainment with no mistakes. The last thing he needed was a distraction, something to pull his attention away and make him stumble, like losing your spot during a series of fouettés. He glances back towards the bar and sees Calum still looking in his direction. Luke catches his eye again by mistake for just a second too long and Calum smiles slowly and winks at him. Luke shivers slightly and already feels slightly unbalanced. Calum is definitely not a good idea.

Luke's life is perfectly on track. He is about to get everything he's ever wanted, to become a Principal dancer for the Royal Ballet. He's focused, determined and nothing will get in his way. Then he meets Calum, a smooth-tongued barman with dangerous eyes, and suddenly not everything's so simple.

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles by @burstingsunrise: 40k cake. have heard good things and Molly is a good writer

Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons.

***

Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

T-Rated Lashton Masterlist

and I breathe disaster, ever after (ao3) - expectopatronuz T, 25k

Summary: The Winter Soldier lands, and if Calum felt heavy before, now he feels empty. Everything inside of Calum, his heart and lungs and stomach and throat, they all drop right down to his feet. Calum is dizzy, he’s breathing but nothing is coming in. His mind is blank, every moment of his life up to this minute, gone. None of it matters, not a moment, except for this; Calum reaching out, the handle tearing away from the side of the train, and the way his heart fell out of his chest when he realized that there was nothing he could do, that it was too late.

or, Calum is Captain America and Michael was his best friend (and maybe more)

Burned By Love (ao3) - JcLoveex (orphan_account) T, 3k

Summary: “I don’t think you do babe, I think you’re lying.” Luke smirked lightly, even though his pants were so fucking tight. “Are you lying Ashton? You don’t want me to fuck you, you want that guy to fuck you don’t you? You want him to spread you open and fuck you senseless don’t you? Want him to eat your ass and call you those names you love so much while you ride his tongue, don’t you Ash?”

Or the one where Luke has to remind Ashton who he belongs to.

Christmas Tree Farm (ao3) - no_clue_who T, 14k

Summary: Ashton walked into the apartment to see Luke pacing around the room, phone on his ear. Ashton waved to him as he slowly closed the door, he watched Luke climb up onto the couch and onto their coffee table. He put his bag down, and took off his coat and scarf, trying to ignore Luke’s conversation with his family.

“Yes mom, I’m going home,” Luke said, stepping down onto the floor again, “Ben and Jack won’t have to do everything-” Luke waved to Ashton once he saw him, “Yes mom, I won’t leave them alone to do anything. No, he, he isn’t sick, I won’t have to take care of him.”

Ashton walked into their kitchen and grabbed something, trying to remember who Luke would have taken care of. He turned around and saw Luke back on the table, one hand gesturing wildly.

“No mom I can’t,” Luke stopped talking and looked at Ashton, “He might be going away!”

domestic bliss (ao3) - sunshineash T, 8k

Summary: 5 times ashton irwin kicks luke hemmings out to sleep and 1 time he lets him stay

Energy Drinks, A Black Cat& Other Signs of Vampirism (ao3) - Headgehog_Louis007 michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 80k

Summary: “What? it’s just garlic bread.”

“Aren’t vampires like.. I mean.. don’t they not like garlic?”

A fic in which Michael is a vampire and every trope about vampires is wrong.

fight so dirty but your love’s so sweet (ao3) - softirwin luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 11k

Summary: Luke hates a good ninety-five percent of his job.

A solid thirty percent of that comes from the fact that he works as a receptionist at a hotel, which he thinks is possibly the most thankless job humanity could possibly have created. A further ten comes from the fact that his desk is right next to the kitchen, meaning mouth-watering smells are constantly wafting under his nose, and Luke’s not allowed to eat on shift.

Fifty-five percent of it, though, is Ashton.  

-

written for the prompt 'lashton bad boy’

give me something real (ao3) - rocketshiptospace T, 14k

Summary: or, the five times luke and ashton hid their relationship, and the one time they didn’t.

give you my sunshine, give you my best (ao3) - lifewasradical T, 2k

Summary: Luke knew it was a bad day from the moment that he and Ashton woke up. Correction, Luke was having a perfectly fine day, almost bordering on a good day, but from the second that he laid eyes on Ashton in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth, he had the inkling that this was not going to be a good day for Ashton.

Or, Ashton has a bad day and Luke tries to work it out with him.

hold you closer than I ever did before (ao3) - softzindagi T, 32k

Summary: “What’s the date,” Ashton asks, cracking an eye open at the doctor. He wants to know how many months he’s lost, he doesn’t want any bullshit spiel doctors tend to give.

She looks back at Luke and gives him a nod, like hearing it from Luke will make it better, more real somehow. Luke comes around the side of his bed and reaches out for Ashton's hand, as if trying to ground him, his blue eyes looking so fucking sad. “It’s September 30th, 2025.”

or; Ashton falls at a gig, loses four years of memory, and forgets he and Luke are together.

if these walls could talk (they've seen way too many things) (ao3) - softirwin T, 26k

Summary: luke gets stuck at ashton's during lockdown

if we make it through december (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) T, 28k

Summary: “I didn’t tell them,” he blurts. Ashton falls silent on the other end of the line. “My family. I didn’t tell them about the breakup. And I know that I should’ve and I swear I will, but Gram asked about you today and it’s probably her last Christmas with us and you know how much she loves you. I couldn’t do it. It’d break her heart, and I can’t do that to her. Not right now. So if you– I mean. What I’m trying to say is that you’re still invited to Christmas, if you want. You don’t have to, I can make an excuse for you, and I swear I’ll tell them after the holidays, but I thought maybe… maybe you’d want to see them one last time.”

I’ll Give You The Best Years (ao3) - FayeHunter T, 4k

Summary: Luke and Ashton have their backyard wedding

let me love you - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 10k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is a rockstar with a troubled past. He’s struggling with an alcohol addiction and a career that’s going downhill, but Calum isn’t giving up on him. Calum suggests Luke a fake boyfriend to help keep the bad press away. That’s where Ashton comes in, Ashton who is an embodiment of sunshine. Luke’s hesitant due to his failed past relationships, but he agrees, because he knows this is what he needs to save his career.

rebound feelin’ like a rerun (ao3) - lifewasradical T, 33k

Summary: “Alright what the fuck?” Michael shouts, dropping himself down in the open corner of the couch. “What the fuck?” he says again, leaning forward on his knees, staring at Ashton across the room.

Ashton just shrugs. “He left me.”

The lack of emotion in his voice is concerning, completely free of the bubbling laughter and attitude filled charm that normally coats his words. It’s just empty, sort of bitter but mostly void of feeling, like he’s detached himself from the situation completely.

“But why?” Luke finds himself saying.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.”

Somebody To Love (ao3) - heart_is_gonna_flatline T, 8k

Summary: Or, Luke needs someone to love but can’t seem to find the right person. He always turns to his roommate and best friend Ashton for comfort. He meets Calum. Will he be the one for him?

something’s telling me you’re the one (ao3) - rocketshiptospace T, 9k

Summary: Luke opens his locker and a paper falls out, fluttering to the floor and landing in front of Luke’s feet.

He quirks a confused eyebrow and picks it off the floor, studying it closely. It’s a simple, hastily folded and very crumpled piece of yellow lined paper, obviously torn from a notebook.

On it, written in a slightly messy handwriting he doesn’t recognize, is just one simple sentence.

‘Fuck them, I think your glasses look cute.’

or, luke has a crush on ashton, who’s totally out of his league and someone’s leaving him little love notes in his locker.

Warm On A Cold Night (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) T, 6k

Summary: In retrospect, Luke probably shouldn’t have offered to give Ashton a ride. He knows that now, thanks to the awkward silence and the nerves in the pit of his belly. But at the same time, what was he supposed to do? Leave Ashton standing out there in the harsh cold of winter? Of course not. Good people don’t do such things, and Luke likes to think of himself as a fairly good guy.

(Or, Luke and Ashton get stuck during a snow storm. But, maybe it’s not as terrible as it seems.)

when I'm down, you'll always know (ao3) - lifewasradical T, 1k

Summary: Luke couldn’t explain how he ended up laying across the floor in his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling in silence, counting the freckled dots across the plaster. He couldn’t remember most of the day anyways, lost in a haze of empty thoughts and mindless nothingness.

Or, Luke is having a numb day and Ashton is there to help, like always.

[andiwantneedlusthenrycavill41482]

Part Two For September 28, 2016 Facebook Post. Kind Of Sounds Like Something Ashton Would Have Said.

I felt like I needed to added a Part Two so that I could explain how come I came up with that thought and what was going on around me:

This was around a time 4 years ago, when I was again unemployed for the second that year. My temp job and training for July-August had finished and I was waiting to start my next new temp job. Often I would be up half of the night, go to bed kind of late. I usually spent those nights when I was wide awake like that online or was working on drawing designs. I frequently was at AC Moore either buying tracing paper tablets or thin fine point pen writing permanent markers. Most of the designs I have first done were drawn and done by hand. This was maybe a year before I got and learned how to do Photoshop.

What was going on that particular night though:

Around our house depending on the time of the year, we often have a lot of Deer or Foxes always hanging out in our yard. This particular night, there was a Mother Fox and her Baby outside around the side of our front porch and she was howling. If you never have heard a Red Fox howl before, some people would say that it sounds like someone is screaming as if they were being murdered. I describe it sounding like a Demon that had just been Exorcised from a person fleeing in anger.

Before I had flipped on Dracula, I was watching something on True Crime Identity network on TV that was about some homicide case. That didn't help considering the fact, the Fox's howls just made me jumpy and a little paranoid that someone was outside (Another thing that I should not mix with after 12 AM). I'm a Criminal Justice, Behavior Science major, I've probably have had read one to many books on homicide cases and serial killers. I'm Autistic as well, so I have a Really Vivid Graphic Detail Visual Picture Like, Overactive imagination and I sometimes can scare and freak myself out. Unfortunately, that has been proven true back when I started to really study Psychology and serial killers. Let's just say when I had been getting into studying Ted Bundy and was learning some of the most disturbing aspects about him, I dug myself deep enough where I was able to hit a nerve with a Vivid Image that involved him and one of his victims who was the same height as me.

I had a common experience during the Summer of 2000, when I was 18. Before I had ever seen The Exorcist for the first time, I wanted to read the movie script so I would have some idea what to expect and prepare myself for. The Exorcist had a Theater rerelease during September 2000 for the film's 27th anniversary. Did it help, yes in a way it did. Big Mistake was deciding I wanted to read it so late at night that I ended up freaking myself out. As a result I was so jumpy that night and so loud when my bed had banged against my bedroom wall it woke my mom up to ask me what in the hell was going on. Before I ever saw the movie, I was freaking scared of this movie for over 4 years. At first I mostly was scared and freaked out because of the "Supposed scary" headspin and Regan's face when she's demonically possessed. Also to be safe, I went to see it during the Matinee when it was the day. It took a lot of guts for me to even go see it for the first time like this. I thankfully didn't have a anxiety attack or panic attack. I also didn't go see it alone.

I wanted to kick myself when I was watching the movie since that was the least of the scariest, freakiest scenes from the movie. If you had no idea behind how they did the close up shot of the demon's face, I didn't at the time, that was what had been the scariest,freakiest scenes in the movie. By than I felt like this freaking moron when I had realised that for over the last 4 years, I had been scared of a "Stupid, freaking life size head dummy". Also the "hype" people made about that scene was like when I saw the "shower scene" in the 1962 Original Psycho kind of a let down and not really scary. I didn't get what the hype had been about. Since it was 2000 then, when you watch that scene, compared to someone back in 1973 you could see how laughable it was and tell that this a lifesize dummy that was used. It sat up you than hear a Reck sound as the head did a quick full 360 spin followed by a rattle.

[crownedbyluke]

Long Road Ahead (Chapter 16)

Estelle Finley has been friends with Ashton Irwin and Luke Hemmings for three years. When the boys bring her along on a jam-packed road trip to Cape Cod with the rest of the band, their adventures are just beginning. Through long hours driving, exploring cities, and hidden secrets, something more is bound to happen on this journey. How will this road trip change Estelle’s friendship with the friends she’s come to love so dearly?

Word Count: 2,527

{Chapter One} {Chapter Two} {Chapter Three} {Chapter Four}{Chapter Five} {Chapter Six} {Chapter Seven} {Chapter Eight} {Chapter Nine} {Chapter Ten} {Chapter Eleven} {Chapter Twelve} {Chapter Thirteen} {Chapter Fourteen} {Chapter Fifteen}

“Dad?” I asked, utterly shocked at the mess that was unfolding before my very eyes.

“What? No acknowledging me?” the familiar voice asked. 

I looked just slightly to the left of my father, the familiar face of my brother Wesley came into view. He clearly hadn’t shaved in at least a month with his scraggly half shadow of a beard. It had been at least two years since I had seen him and now, seeing him again, made me want to scream. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

Ashton had his hand on the small of my back, trying his best to comfort me. It felt like everyone in the house was watching me, like I was living my life out on a television screen. 

“You remember your betrothed,” my dad said, gesturing to the man standing behind Wes. 

My heart stopped. A commitment that I had never agreed to and yet, here was my father bringing it back to haunt me. Aiden Harper. He had certainly gotten taller since we were in middle school. The likelihood of him being less of a giant idiot though was probably very small.

“Aiden,” I whispered, still in shock. 

“Who the hell is he Estelle?” Luke asked, voice full of anger. 

I met his eyes, finding the storm of hurt and rage swirling in them. It took everything in my body to not just run over to him. There were more eyes on us than I wanted for a conversation like that. 

“Oh, I suspect she didn’t inform you. This is the man she is intended to marry in two years time,” my dad said. 

Luke clenched his fist. I felt the anger radiating off of him from the stairs. Before anyone got into a fight, I stepped down from the stairs and stood between the two.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“Well darling daughter, you seem to think that I can’t stop you from seeing this man child over there, so I’ve come to prove you wrong,” he said with a smile. 

It was the same smile I had seen my entire life. One of manipulation and dishonesty. 

“How?” I continued. 

“You see, your friends here, well, they sometimes do great work at covering up their partying or their general misuse of their fame, but myself and my contacts are more clever than their publicist. I have a multitude of photos and videos of them misbehaving that would surely ruin any chance they had at making another album,” he said, the smile widening. 

“You’re lying,” Ashton said from behind me. 

“Oh son, you wish I was don’t you? Doubt you’d like that threesome video from your Vegas trip a year ago to get out,” my dad said, gritting his teeth. 

I felt the whole room tense. This was serious and it was happening right in front of my face. There were stories of how my dad would manipulate people into what he wanted, but I had never seen it happen. Some of them felt more fabricated than reality would allow. Yet, it was reality and he was doing everything he could to stop me. 

“What do you want?” I asked, biting back tears. 

It was no longer a question of what I had to do. I’d do it to protect them. Ashton reached for me again, but I moved away. It was my battle now. 

“You’ll be coming home with me right now. You can move into your new house in August and you’ll stay in your tiny little apartment until then. You will no longer speak to these children or be seen with them in the media. Oh and you’ll be seen with Aiden getting engaged next week,” he said. 

My eyes went wide. Engaged? It meant giving away my entire life to a person who would most likely cheat on me the first chance he got. 

“Elle, you don’t-”

“Fine. If I do this, you leave them alone?” I asked, cutting off Calum. 

“Yes.”

“You will never threaten them or harm them?” I pressed. 

“I promise,” my dad said. 

“Fine. I’ll get my stuff,” I said, turning around and marching up the stairs. 

The tears fell down my face as I reached the landing. I was defeated, hurt, and exhausted. All I cared about was protecting them from him. There were footsteps following after me as I opened the door to my room.

“Don’t do this,” Luke said, a waiver in his voice. 

I looked up, seeing the tears in his own eyes that matched mine. 

“If I don’t, you lose your dream,” I said, grabbing the clothes from the closet. 

“We can fight this, make it through this,” he argued. 

“No we can’t Luke! If he has that kind of stuff on Ashton, what do you think he has on you or Cal? I won’t let you guys be collateral damage!” I said. 

“Little dove-”

“Don’t. Please don’t.”

I stopped, balling my fists into the pair of shorts in my hands. That nickname meant so much to me. Luke called me it for the first time after he heard me sing and then he kept using it whenever he was saying something nice or being sweet. It was just our thing. He wrapped his arms around me, taking the shorts out of my hands. His short breaths gave away the fact that he was crying too. We were so close to that happiness I wanted and it was all going away. 

“I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too.”

He pulled away, pressing his lips against mine shortly before resting his forehead on mine. 

“Don’t walk out the door,” he begged. 

“I have to or else everything you worked so hard for gets ripped from you by that man and I won’t be able to live with myself if that happens,” I said. 

My hands rested on his cheeks, gently running my finger against the stubble growing. This was it. My lips touched his one last time before I went back to grabbing my things. 

“Bugs, you don’t have to do this on your own,” Ashton said from the doorway. 

“Yes I do. You’ll do amazing on the next album,” I said, wiping at my tears. 

“What am I gonna do without you?” he whimpered. 

“I don’t know, but you’ll figure it out.”

He hugged me tightly, putting every last ounce of love into it. 

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, holding on so I didn’t have to let go. 

“Shh, it’s okay.”

After my things were tucked into the suitcase, I gave my last round of hugs. The sound of us all walking down the stairs felt wrong. Everything was wrong. I stopped just short of the door, turning and meeting everyone’s watery eyes. 

“I am so incredibly sorry for this,” I said, the weight of the apology heavy on my heart. 

“Save it dear. They can watch the wedding online,” my dad said, pulling on my arm to get me moving. 

“Don’t touch her!” Luke yelled. 

Everyone stopped again. Things felt like they were going in slow motion. 

“You might be her father, but you will never be her dad. No dad would put his children through this,” he said, voice laced with venom. 

My father smiled at him, letting my arm go. Wesley took my suitcase and nudged Aiden to lead me out of the house. Luke stood there, waiting, but all my father did was smile. Aiden closed the car door after I got in, making me watch Luke stand there as we drove away. Every piece of my heart shattered as I watched him fall to his knees in tears. Timing was a bitch. 

--

TWO MONTHS LATER

LUKE’S POV

“Luke! Come on dude!” Calum yelled from outside my room. 

I had yet to leave my bed and it was already 5 PM. He came by every day to check on me and almost every day, he found me still in bed. 

“Go away!” I yelled back. 

Getting out of bed never felt right or even remotely okay. Since Estelle left, nothing felt right anymore. Everyday was just a different way of going through the motions, barely existing. 

“You gotta get out of bed today,” Calum said, bursting through the door. 

“Why? We don’t have anything to do,” I said, tucking my face into my pillows.

“Maybe, but you haven’t left the house in two months and it’s time you did,” he said, opening the curtains. 

The bright sunshine of L.A. hurt my eyes. Petunia licked my face as she saw the sun. The look Calum gave me felt like one from my mom when I was younger. 

“If I get up, will you leave me alone for the rest of the week?” I asked, slowly sitting up.

“Sure,” he said. 

I knew he was lying from the smile on his face. My feet dragged as I went to the bathroom. Another routine of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and brushing my hair gone. When I came back out, Calum was holding up new clothes. 

“Why?” 

“We are going out so put on something that isn’t sweatpants,” he said. 

I groaned, taking the jeans and button up from him.

“You realize I’m not bringing anyone home right?”

“Yes Luke. Just shut up and get dressed.”

Legs went through the jeans and arms went through the shirt. It was a facade as to the pain that I felt every single day I woke up and remembered I couldn’t be with my person. Calum messed with my hair and patted my back, ushering me out of the house. 

“Be a good girl piggy!” I yelled before Calum closed the door. 

My phone dinged. 

Mentioned: @Luke5SOS when is there gonna be new music?

The muscles in my face relaxed. No tweets from her...again. 

--

ESTELLE’S POV

The setting sun was blinding through the windows of the cafe. Everyone was going about their evenings, enjoying their coffees or teas. A familiar face tucked underneath a hoodie and a baseball hat walked in, the sun behind him making him glow like an angel. 

“One black coffee please,” he said softly. 

Stress from the week of teaching melted away as I listened to him. My iced vanilla latte swirled as I stirred it carefully. The chair squeaked against the tile as he sat down. I met the hazel eyes staring at me. 

“Hey bugs,” he whispered, taking a sip of coffee. 

“Hi there stranger,” I said, a smile slowly coming out. 

“How’s life?” he asked.

“Shitty. I miss you guys,” I said. 

Our hands touched, the slightest bit of relief washed over me. It felt nice to be able to see him again. The weeks we weren’t able to do this seemed to drag on longer than most. It wasn’t easy to forget about the friends I was no longer allowed to see. The moments I had made me feel more guilty than anything else. He turned his palm over, gently squeezing my hand. 

“We miss you too, bugs,” he said. 

I wanted so badly to ask about Luke, but knew it would hurt more than I was prepared for. Ashton squeezed again. 

“He’s doing his best,” he said. 

Tears welled up in my eyes. If Luke was okay then surely, I should be too. 

“How are the kids?” he continued, pulling away.

“Good. They’re still excited about school and spritely,” I said with a shrug. 

“And you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Holding up. I have to be seen with Aiden once a week so I keep my distance as long as possible until our scheduled outings. He goes around sleeping with women in the off time and pretends to be the perfect fiancé in the meantime. Guess that’s life now.”

“I wish it wasn’t that way,” he said, slightly angry. 

“Ash, you know I don’t have that much of a choice,” I argued. 

“I know, but I hate it. I hate that you can’t come over or see us or come to shows. I hate that we have to tell everyone that we aren’t friends anymore. You’re my best friend and I have to hide you.”

“I should go,” I whispered, suddenly no longer feeling up for talking. 

“Bugs, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, I should go. I’ve got grading and lesson plans,” I said, cutting him off. 

Without looking, I walked out of the cafe. The pain took over once I closed my car door as it always did after seeing Ashton. The relics of the past hurt more and more and when I attempted to go back to normal or confront them, I ended up crying in my car. The amount of times I had driven past Luke’s place just to see if a light was on was ridiculous at this point. My phone screen lit up with a text, my background of me and Luke bringing on more tears. 

Aida: Miss you. Drinks on Friday?

I ignored it, opting for driving home instead. The drive went by like it always did. My house was empty and lonely. Another thing that was meant to be something else. The exhaustion of the day wore on me as I collapsed into the couch cushions, sleep slowly taking over. 

--

The pounding on my front door woke me from the nap I was taking. I groggily got up from the couch and made my way to it, peeking through the window. 

“What the hell are you two doing here?” I asked, finding a very drunk Luke and Calum. 

“Estelle!” Luke cheered, a giant smile on his face. 

“Again, what are you doing here?” I repeated. 

“I might have given your address to the Uber driver on accident,” Calum admitted. 

“Get in here,” I groaned. 

They shuffled inside behind me. I checked the door to see if any of the press had followed them. Calum fell onto the couch, giggling as he did so. Luke kept staring at me. 

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he mumbled. 

“Shush,” I said, helping him into the guest bedroom. 

He giggled as I tucked him in. I put a glass of water on the side table for him in case he woke up. As I went to turn off the light, he grabbed my hand. 

“I missed you little dove,” he whispered. 

His eyes were sincere and it broke every piece of my heart. Luke fell asleep shortly after speaking, his face becoming relaxed and serene. It reminded me of the first time he ever stayed the night at my place. He had slept so soundly that night that he was asleep until one in the afternoon. My heart ached as I looked at him. 

“He still loves you Elle,” Calum said from the doorway. 

I walked towards the door, shutting off the light as I exited and closing the door behind me. 

“I love him too. Now please go rest in the upstairs guest room,” I said with a sigh. 

Calum stumbled his way up the stairs before closing the door. My head fell into my hands, frustration building. The morning couldn’t come fast enough.

A.N: It’s been ages and I feel horrible for leaving this on such a cliffhanger for so long, but I want to finish this story. It’s almost done. It’s mainly all written and it’s time Estelle and Luke get their story told. So here we go.

tag loves: @tommossoccer​ @bbycal​ @cakesunflower​

[cal-puddies]

caught in between || poly!lashton

idk how many more sexual scenarios i can push, but i am loving on the character and relationship development. @kindahoping4forever​ cheered your girl on as she always does. 

Poly! Lashton: the blow job || daddy’s home || cream pie || take the pleasure, take it with the pain || all at once this is enough || caught in between || take my heart, hit the back || daddy issues || needy || only you know the way that I break || picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

Ash comes home from work early one day, neither you or Luke were expecting him. You just knew he’d been tired a lot and there had been a lot of late nights at the office and him coming in and collapsing in bed with you and Luke. You can only remember one night he spent in his own bed since the three of you had the incredibly intimate night, and that was only because he had zero energy to join you. 

You’d made note and made sure anything you and Luke wanted to do was done before he got home. He seemed to need to be with the two of you, re-energized by the closeness, at least enough to get through another crazy day. 

But he was in high spirits. He grins at you, calls for Luke and collapses with you on the couch. Luke looks confused when he walks in, handing you a sandwich wrapped in a napkin and a bottle of water and sits on the other side of Ash, taking a bite of his own sandwich.

“Babes.” He grins, “big news! Projects done. Which means I have time for a vacation with

My two favorite people in the world.” 

Luke grins wide, “does this also mean we’ll see you at normal times again?” 

“Yes, babe, it does.” 

“I’ve missed you two.” He quickly grabs Lukes face and kisses his cheek and then yours. “I’m gonna change real quick and then we can talk about where we wanna go.”

Luke’s brain is already working for where they can go, he likes the idea of the beach again, because you in a bikini and Ash half naked for basically the entire trip? Hell yeah. But Ash wasn’t usually too keen on long beach trips. Maybe they could do Vegas though, Luke did love the night life. 

Ash comes back, black athletic shorts only, “any thoughts babes?” He asks, sitting back between you. 

“I liked the beach house.” You pipe up. 

“The beach house was fun.” Ash agrees, “but I’d like to take you two somewhere else.” He drapes his arm across your shoulders. “Vegas?” Ash asks, looking at Luke like he could read his mind. 

“Eh.. I dunno if I’m ready to share baby girl like that. Way too many eyes would be all over her. Look at this hot piece of ass.” Luke reaches over and playfully pinches your thigh. 

“That’s fair… though, you seem to have trouble keeping your hands to yourself in Vegas.” Ash mentions to him. “We haven’t been to New York in awhile. Shopping’s good, plenty to do, good food… and it’d be nice to actually have you there. That place lacks so much of you two when I go for work.” 

“Can I also pitch Hawaii?” Luke asks, “I’ve never been, have you?” He asks you and Ash watches as you shake your head, “and she'd be in a bikini a lot… and that’s a selling point.” He explains. 

“That… is also an excellent idea.” Ash agrees, “both of you half naked for the whole trip and sun kissed… pretty girl, thoughts?”  He asks. 

“Oh… you two can choose. I’ve never been to either.” You shrug, getting up to exit the conversation. 

Ash grabs your hand as you breeze by, “no love, it’s for all of us, we can all decide.” He pulls you back into his lap. “You really don’t have an opinion?” He checks. 

“All that will matter to me is that I get to be with you guys.” You shrug. Ash squeezes you and kisses your cheek, “if you’re sure babe…” he watches you nod and let’s you go. 

That lands you in the small airport a week later. You knew Ash flew private for work, but you weren’t expecting to fly private, probably ever. Your fingers are tangled in Luke’s shirt as you wait, they'd decided on New York and neither of them were aware you’d never flown. But you could feel a panic attack say they were both gonna find out. 

“Hey.” Luke says, cupping your chin. “What is it? You’ve been pulling at my shirt for like the last ten minutes.” 

“It’s nothing.” You mumble, not meeting his eyes. 

“Talk to me.” Luke coaxes. 

“No. It’s fine.” You untangle your fingers and walk away from him, a little annoyed he wasn’t more sensitive to your obvious mood change. Ash would pick up on it, even though he might not say anything, but Luke could be oblivious if it would interfere with his own good time. 

You sit on the floor in a corner. Away from eyes. 

Luke spots you, head between your knees, and he knows it’s more serious than he initially thought. He walks up to Ashton and bumps him gently on his shoulder, “you gonna be on your phone the whole trip, because you’re gonna miss things like… that.” He points toward you and Ash’s eyes snap in your direction. 

“No, the second we leave I’m done… what’s wrong there?” He asks, shoving his phone in his pocket. 

“I don’t know. I didn’t quite recognize the vibe. She was pulling at my shirt and wouldn't tell me what’s up.” Luke shrugs, but he’s clearly worried now. 

“Pulling at your shirt?” Ash asks, still trying to get details and assess you. Luke shows him, twisting his fingers in his own shirt. “Mmkay. Stay here, I'll get it.” 

And then ash is in front of you, kneeling, gently running his fingers over the back of your neck. You flinch and he rests his hand there until you look up. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?” He asks quietly. 

“I’ve never flown before.” The tears well up and spill over. 

“Hey, it’s ok. Why didn’t you say something?” He moves closer. 

“You and Luke seemed so excited and I didn’t want to just ask to stay here, I’ve never left the state.” 

“Ok. It’s ok to be scared baby, but do you think I would ever do anything to put you in danger? After we’ve said “I love you” without our attention whore boyfriend?” 

He watches you smirk, “he’s just so pretty.” You relax a little. 

“And nothing but trouble.” Ashton grins. “C’mon, you’ll sit with me. I’ll keep you safe.” He holds his hand out and then the three of you are walking out to the tarmac to board the plane. 

Ash sits, and you sit in the seat next to him, it seems a lot more spacious than it looked from the outside, and everything was so expensive looking, from the white leather seats, down to the trim. Ash’s thumb rubs over the back of your hand, and he pulls it to his mouth to kiss it. 

Luke stops, rests his hand on your cheek. “You ok?” He murmurs. “You’ve been crying.” 

“I’m fine.” You nod, meeting his eyes. He leans in and kisses you. And then is taking a seat across the aisle. 

An attendant comes around, “Mr. Irwin, can I get you guys anything before take off?” She asks. 

“Yes, we’ll have a whiskey on the rocks.” He points between you and himself, “and he’ll drink whatever you give him, I’m sure.” Ash laughs. 

“I’ll do vodka and ginger.” Luke orders. 

You spend 65% of the flight in Ashton’s lap, Luke occupying the seat next to you. He’s being as reassuring as possible but every time the plane so much as jostles from turbulence, you’re freaking out. So, he holds you tight, murmurs that you’re ok, and kisses your cheek. “Hope you enjoy this more on the way back.”

You both watch Luke flirt with the flight attendant, and you’d be more worried except you know for a fact that the first thing Luke is gonna wanna do when you get settled is get naked. But you feel the jealousy radiate off Ashton as Luke continues to flirt with her, touching her, making little comments. 

“Sucks not to be the center of his world.” Ash murmurs to you. Both of you situated to look out of the window instead of at Luke. 

“We’re both still the center of his world.” You assure him, “sometimes he just needs other people in his orbit.” You chuckle. 

“He found the only two people that would love each other just to love him.” Ash smirks. 

“You don’t believe that?” You challenge. 

“I think… Luke is someone who needs attention, and he doesn’t mind sharing my attention with you, but when I focus on you, it can be too much for him.” 

“I don’t disagree but I was talking about loving each other to love him.” You chuckle. “I think I would have wound up loving you if we’d met without Luke.” You shrug, daring to actually lean in to look out the window. Ash tightens his grip on you. 

“I haven’t thought of it, honestly.” He hums. 

And to no one's surprise, Luke whines about wanting to order in, and begging to go down on either of you. Somehow, Luke has become the most submissive, getting himself down to his underwear, unbelieving that either of you wouldn’t want a thing from him at the moment. 

“Why didn’t you get the flight attendants number?” Ashton teases, you and him unpacking. 

“I didn’t want her.” He whines.

“Coulda fooled us, baby.” Ash laughs. “You couldn’t have been more all over her.” 

“What about you two?” He groans. 

“Love. The food menus are in the kitchen, top drawer across from the sink. Go find something you wanna eat.” Ash says, shooing Luke. 

“Don’t fuck my girl.” Luke warns, narrowing his eyes. 

“I’ll do whatever me and our girl wants.” Ash warns, “now go.” Ashton rolls his eyes. “He’s a needy one.” He says when Luke is out of ear shot. 

“Not really news.” You chuckle. 

“I want to talk to you about something.” Ash mentions moving closer. “I wanna put Luke between us.” His hands push up under the hem of your shirt, “but I think you’ll need to bring it up to Luke.”

“Like?” 

“Luke fucks you, while I fuck him.” He says quietly, kissing you. “I know we’ve been playing with the dynamic a little bit. You a little less sub and a lot less pawn, but I don’t think he’ll be able to control himself… having both of us.”

“God.” You sigh, “his hips forced by yours? Will I survive?” You chuckle, rubbing your hands along his biceps. 

“To wreck you both would be the goal.” He admits, smiling, pulling you in closer. 

“Ooh daddy… keep talking dirty to me.” You grin, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. 

“Luke would be so mad if we did anything right now without him.” Ash chuckles. 

“And Luke played grab ass with the flight attendant for half the flight… besides, you just taking care of me, no questions asked for the flight today. Really hot, and I’m ready for you to just bend me over this bed and rail me.” You admit. 

“Can’t argue with that, now can I?” He chuckles, pressing his lips to yours. “I like this side of you where you ask for what you want.” 

“I’ve found I have a better chance of getting what I want, and I dunno… you’ve made me more confident in myself.” You shrug. 

“What kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t give my baby what she needed?” He wonders aloud. 

“The absolute worst.” You nod. 

“I’m not bending you over this bed though.” Ash says, pulling your shirt over your head. You start kissing him and he works on getting the both of you naked before settling in the middle of the bed. He holds his hand out and pulls you into him, swiping the tip of his cock through your wet folds, before pulling you down on top of him. “Figured it’s about time for me to have you like this.” He murmurs, kissing you, “stay quiet for me?” 

“Yeah, Ash I will.” You agree, ‘daddy’ didn’t seem appropriate for this kind of intimate. 

You tuck your face against ash’s neck as the two of you work together. He groans when your little whines start to reach his ears. “Hey, look at me.” He whispers, waiting for your eyes to meet his. You look up and press your lips to his. He holds the back of your head to hold you close. “Needed this with you.” He murmurs. 

“Me too.” You agree, slightly nodding and gripping into him. 

“Still gonna fill you with cum for Luke though.” He smirks. 

“I’d expect nothing less.” You laugh. “Like this.” You hum, pressing your lips back to his. 

“I do too.” He groans. “I never thought we’d get here.” He mumbles into your mouth. 

“Fuck.” You whine, head falling back, exposing your neck. Ash moves his lips along your skin, making small marks that’ll be covered by hair or a shirt collar. 

“C’mon pretty girl, give it to me.” He murmurs. He can tell you’re close, you’re digging in your nails and letting out small moans. He knows Luke must be able to hear you two, and he’s probably pouting. Not daring to come back and make a scene since he’d been sent away. 

“Yeah…” you breathe, nodding your head. “Fill me up Ash. Fill me with your cum.” You moan, you press your cheek to his, letting your whimpers fill his ears. 

He groans louder than he means to when you squeeze around him. “Fuck fuck fuck…. always so good.” 

“Please ash,” you moan. 

“M’right there pretty girl.” He bites your shoulder and you feel the hot cum start to spurt into you, his groan rumbles against your skin. Ash is quickly tilting you back, “keep your hips up for me, wanna keep as much cum as we can in you for Lukey.” He whispers, kissing you. He pulls out slowly and you hold your hips up. He climbs off the bed and grabs your panties, helping you put them back on, he pulls them into place and then helps you off the bed, you watch him clean his cock, and then pull his underwear and a pair of athletic shorts on. He helps you slip his button down on and he chooses a few buttons in the middle to button. 

The two of you walk out to the living room, hand in hand and Luke is clearly pouting. 

“Did you pick something to eat?” Ash asks, pulling you to the couch to sit with Luke. 

“D’you guys fuck?” He retorts. 

“I wouldn’t say we fucked, no, but if you’re gonna continue to be a little shit then I’ll happily clean baby girl up.” 

You watch Luke’s eyes narrow at Ashton and then he turns and looks at you, his eyes fall to your thighs and he grabs one and pushes it aside, seeing the wet spot seep through the thin cloth. “You full of cum, pretty girl?”

“Yeah.” You nod, watching him. 

“I want Thai. Menus on the counter.” He murmurs, eyes not leaving you. 

“Mmkay. I’ll order, I trust you’ll take care of the mess?” Ash smirks, he hears Luke’s slurping begin almost immediately after he leaves the room. And he’s not surprised when he walks in and sees you with your ass on the edge of the couch, panties on the floor and Luke on his knees. Ash sits next to you, “Lukey.” He murmurs. “How is it?” Luke's eyes flicker to him momentarily and he grins, he makes eye contact with you while he pushes two fingers in to scoop out cum. “You better give her another orgasm baby.” Ash warns. 

Ash enjoys watching you two, he likes Luke on his knees even if it isn’t for him. “Lukey.” You whimper. 

Ash gently caresses your face, wanting your attention, “feel good pretty girl? On that already sensitive clit?” He asks, and you nod. “Give her another finger Luke.” 

“She’s already got two.” He murmurs. 

“She can take 3.” Ash assures him. Luke follows directions and slips a third finger in you, causing you to gasp. Ash kisses your bottom lip, pushes his hand down your body and tangles his fingers in Luke's hair. “Stick your tongue out.” He says to Luke and he does, “now you, my pretty little thing, get your orgasm.” It takes you a minute to get what he means but then you’re working your hips against Luke’s tongue, simultaneously fucking his fingers in the meantime. “That’s it, look at you two.” He grins. “Get yourself off. Use Luke like daddy does.” He encourages. He uses his free hand to pull you into a kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers meant for Luke. “Look at how bad you want it.” He grins. “Just came for me and now look at how bad you need to cum for Luke. My pretty little sluts.” He grins against your mouth. 

Your hips stutter a bit, “fuck, Lukey.” You whine. You relax, resting back into the couch. 

Luke continues to work his fingers in and out, gently licking at where your juices are spreading on your thighs and around your opening. He pushes up off the floor and sits next to you, he pulls his fingers out and you holds them up, Ash leans across you and starts sucking on them, his hand pushes over your thigh so he could grab Luke’s cock. When Luke pulls his fingers from Ash’s mouth he leans in and kisses him. You can feel Ash’s hand working on Luke’s cock, the Pre cum leaking onto your thigh. 

There’s a knock on the door and Ash pulls from the kiss. “Finish him.” He murmurs, “kiss him. He needs it.” He kisses your cheek and pulls away from both of you. 

Luke whimpers and you reach over and grab his cock. His lips immediately find yours. You pull out of the kiss and watch him, watch his face scrunch up, lips part. “Wanna ask you something.” You murmur, kissing on his neck while jerking him off. 

“Anything you want, baby girl.” He groans when you swipe your thumb over his slit. 

“Wanna put you between Ash and I.” You admit, pulling back as he continues to look for your lips. 

“Can we come back to this?” He moans. 

“Babes, food.” Ash calls. 

“I’m almost there!” Luke whines. 

You hear Ash coming back toward you. “Thought I told you to kiss him.” He murmurs to you, reaching over the back of the couch and replacing your hand with his. “Let him cum on you.” 

You lean in to kiss Luke like Ash wants and Luke bites your lip and then goes on the suck on it before pulling out to moan. You feel his hot cum coat your thigh, “good boy Lukey.” You grin at him, “thank you.” 

Ash swipes his finger tips in Luke's cum and holds them up to your mouth. You suck the cum off Ash’s fingers. 

“Let’s get you two cleaned up so we can just relax tonight.” Ash grins. 

The next couple days are mostly for relaxing, Ash sleeps in, you and Luke explore all the little shops in the neighborhood, letting Ash get some much needed r&r. 

“C’mon babes.” He says, rousing you and Luke from a very snuggly cuddled position on the couch. “We’re gonna do some shopping in the city.” He says, smacking your ass. You yelp, and slowly push up off of Luke. “Go get changed.” And sends you and Luke off. 

“Hey, I had a question.” Luke says, pulling on a tight pair of black jeans. ‘Mmm’ you hum, turning to him. “The other night, you said something about getting me between you and ash?” 

“Oh, yeah… just like…  you’d be getting fucked by him while you fuck me?” You shrug, picking a lacy bra to pull on. 

“She says so nonchalantly.” He smirks. 

“What? It sounds fun for all of us.” You give him innocent eyes. 

“You sure you can take that?” 

“The goal would be to wreck you.” You move closer to him and rub your hand over his cock. “You in my tight, wet pussy… ash filling you the way you love.” 

He lets out a low groan. “Yeah… yes.” He nods, “let’s do it.” 

You bite your lip, “mmmkay, I’ll talk to ash.” You squeeze him and then finish getting dressed and throw on some makeup. 

When you walk out ahead of Luke, you grin at Ash, “he agreed.” 

It’s actually a long day, a lot of flirting between the three of you, Ash getting you in as much lingerie as possible and you of course showing it off for them, Luke got some new pants that showed off his ass. 

“Lukey’s got a nice Peachy ass, huh daddy?” You smirk in the empty fitting room area as Luke shows them off for the two of you. Ash watches as you cock your head to the side and Luke turns back to you two. 

“Do we like?” He checks. 

“We love, peachy.” You murmur. 

“I like that.” Ash admits. “Peachy. They look good.” 

“That ass don’t quit.” You laugh. 

“No it does not and thank god for it.” Ash laughs.

As Luke’s changing you tug on Ashtons shirt, “can we go home?” You ask quietly, “I’m kinda tired.” 

“Of course babe, you wanna get dinner first or go straight home?” 

“I wanna go straight home.” Luke mentions, standing in front of you two, ready to go. You nod in agreement. 

Ash pulls out his wallet and gives you one of his cards, “you two go check out; and I’ll go order something for delivery.” He hands Luke the few items he was getting and then heads off, while you two head to the registers, card in hand.

“Today was fun.” Luke hums, resting his hand on your back. “Nice to see Ash relaxed.” 

“Yeah, it is. Don’t think I’ve ever seen him so relaxed.” You smile at Luke. 

“I forget there was what now seems like a whole life before you.” He murmurs and looks at you for a minute, then leans in to kiss your forehead. “But we're lucky to have you and we both know it. We’re better with you.” He assures you. You squeeze your arm around Luke’s waist. 

You guys get home as the doorman is leaving the food in the kitchen. Ashton thanks him and tips him and you send Luke to the bedroom with the bags and work on getting plates out. 

“You tryin to have Peachy between us tonight?” You ask. 

“Yeah, if you’re up for it. You said you were tired.” 

“Well… trying to keep up with both of your attention like that was a lot.” You laugh. “And I wanted to get home.” You wink at him, “color preference for the night.” 

“Want you in black.” He nods, “and Yeah, guess we don’t usually tag team you with that much attention.” 

“It’s usually me and you with Luke.” You laugh. 

Ash pulls you into a kiss, “we gotta treat our girl.” He murmurs. 

“Y’all are too good sometimes.” 

“No such thing, I love taking care of the two of you. Now. I want you to go put on something sexy, black, easy to get off, and then throw on one of my t shirts and we’ll get started with dinner, and I’ll start teasing our boy… peachy.” 

You grin and head off, crossing Luke in the hall. “Where are you going?” He asks. 

“Just gonna put on something more comfortable to eat noodles in.” You gesture to your tight jeans. He nods and leaves it be, heading back out to Ash. 

You take your time choosing the right black lingerie. You know your best features and you know what parts make Luke happiest and what makes Ash happiest, and ultimately it didn’t matter, just a means to an end. 

You head back out, swallowed in one of Ashton’s hoodies and take your seat between them. You eat, laughing and making conversation. Very rarely do you have silent moments between the three of you. And then you’re up, “anyone thirsty?” You ask, reaching for a cup. 

“Yeah, let’s do wine though.” Ash mentions, getting up too. He comes up behind you and his hands snake up under the hoodie, first feeling along your panties, “crotchless, nice.” He whispers, and then moving his hands up over your body, bare except the lacy push up bra you’d put on. “Daddy approved baby girl.” He nibbles your ear and then goes for a bottle of wine and you grab the glasses. “What do you guys wanna do tonight?” Ash asks, uncorking the wine. 

“I think there’s already a plan brewing.” Luke smirks at the two of you. “The question you asked, the peek of lace I saw when you sat down, Ash all over you… tonight’s the night? I’m between you?” He asks. 

“Is that what you want peachy?” You ask. 

“I honestly couldn’t think of anything I’d want more.” 

“I was hoping you’d say that baby boy.” Ash grins. “Logistics might be a little weird at first… but let’s clean up and see what we come up with babes.” Ash smirks. 

The bottle of wine makes it to the bedroom, Ash actually grabbed a second. “Want this to be fun, but good.” He admits. 

He kisses you first, pulling you in; and it starts slow. Barely open mouths. His hands slowly move down your body, by the time he grabs your ass, it’s open mouth and lots of tongue. He slowly strips the hoodie off of you. He cups your tits and Luke groans, eyes never leaving the two of you. He holds the back of your neck, kissing you harder before pulling out of the kiss. He slowly turns you toward Luke. “She looks good doesn’t she.” He asks Luke. 

“She always does.” Luke agrees, timidly stepping closer. 

He wasn’t sure if Ash was inviting him, but you reach for Luke and pull him in, “thanks peachy.” You grin into a kiss with Luke. You carefully turn him so he’s between you and Ash. “You want more play baby boy?” You hum against his mouth. 

“Uh-Uh, You fuckers have been teasing me since we got home. I’m fuckin ready.” He growls. 

“Have patience, peachy.” Ashton tsks, grabbing his cock over his jeans. “You have no clue what this is gonna be like.” His other hand gently ghosts over Luke’s neck.” A lot of stimulation.” He pulls his head back for a kiss while you undo Luke’s jeans. “But should be fun… and, you know I love watching you two.” He nibbles on Luke’s ear. Ash pulls Luke’s jeans down, “why don’t you two get started for me?” He asks, gently nudging Luke forward. 

You watch Luke strip, and then he’s scooping his arm behind your back, and pushing you to the bed. He gets you situated on the pillows and leans in for a kiss. “I love having you like this.” He murmurs. 

You push your fingers in his curls and he immediately moves on to exploring your body, hands, lips, anything to drink you in… and then he finds out that your panties are crotchless and his face is immediately between your thighs. 

“Can’t ever resist a chance to eat, can you baby boy?” Ash smirks, coming over and pulling you into a kiss. He unhooks your bra and pulls it off and you suck in a sharp breath when he plays with your tits. 

“This is supposed to be about Luke.” You murmur. 

“It's still about Luke.” He murmurs back, pulling his shirt off. He kneels on the bed, holding you in the kiss. “But you gotta feel good too.” He tangle his fingers in Luke's hair and gently pulls him away from you, “don’t need you too worked up peachy, get her panties off and get in there.” He lets go. 

“So crude.” You smirk, and Luke's scrambling to do as he was asked. You lift your hips as Luke pulls your panties down. Ash works his jeans off while Luke settles between your thigh, pushing his cock in with no warning. “Fuckk peachy.” You whine. 

“You knew  it was coming.” He laughs. 

“Thought you’d give a girl some warning, maybe a kiss.” You smirk. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry baby girl.” He presses his lips to yours, you let out a giggle. 

Ash likes that it’s fun so far, it doesn’t always seem so fun in the bedroom. But he likes all the smiling and giggling that’s going on. 

Luke starts slow and you’re hyper aware of everything Ash is doing. Grabbing the lube, getting naked getting in the bed. “I’m gonna touch you, peachy.” Ash warns. His hand smoothes over Luke’s ass, and Luke's hips stutter and then he just settles against you, but you don’t mind. You tangle your fingers into his hair and kiss him while Ash works on opening him up. “Think you’re ready.” Ash murmurs, 5 minutes later. 

Luke agrees and you watch, him still buried in you, as they work out the logistics and get settled. Luke’s barely holding it together when your thighs are pulled on top of his, with Ash knelt behind him and buried inside as well. His breathing is already shallow and Ash has only pushed in. 

“You ok, peachy?” You ask, reaching up to touch his chest. 

“Yeah…” he sucks in a sharp breath and closes his eyes as Ash slowly pulls his hips back. 

“Daddy filling you so good?” You ask. 

“Yeah…” he barely nods, and Ash’s hips press against his. 

Ash only gives him a couple more slow, shallow thrusts before he’s picking up the pace and it’s having more of an impact on you. He’s holding one if your thighs, and Luke’s hip. Luke’s holding your hand and the headboard and you are trying to touch him in a soothing way. 

Taking Ash was never easy, no matter how many times he’d done it, but it was always worth it. 

“You ok baby?” Ash asks, kissing Luke’s neck. Luke nods, “Mmkay.” The first harder thrust doesn’t do a lot for you, but Luke stopped most of the impact. “Relax peachy, the point is to fuck you both.” He reminds him. 

And Luke does, because the next one gets you, and as they get harder, Ash does more directing. “Rub her clit baby.” He groans, “you feel so fuckin good.” 

When Luke presses his thumb to your clit, you jolt, “fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You moan, “fuck me… fuck us, daddy please.” 

He smirks at you over Luke’s shoulder and then presses another kiss to Luke’s neck, “you ready baby boy? I can feel you’re close, and you know what having your tight ass does to me.” He groans, teeth skimming Luke’s skin. 

“Yeah, yes.” Luke groans, his eyes open and he looks down at you as Ash picks up the pace, fucking him into you. It turns into a mess of moans and skin. “Daddy, fuck… I’m cumming.” Luke barely warns before you feel him start to cum. 

He collapses against your chest and you immediately wrap your arms around him. “So good peachy.” You praise him, kissing his head. You watch as Ash pulls out and starts jerking himself off, quickly finishing on Luke’s back. You pull Luke into a quick kiss. 

And Ash is quickly moving, getting something to clean you up with. He wipes Luke's back, and cleans both of their cocks and finishes cleaning you and Luke up. He collapses on his back in the middle of the bed. “C’mere babes.” He beckons, and you and Luke, lay on either side, cuddling into his chest. Luke’s spent, entirely. It shows on his face and in the way he moves his body. Ash pets his hair and kisses his forehead, and his fingers snake their way between your thighs. You look up at him, and he presses his lips to yours, “you think I didn’t notice you didn’t cum?” He asks. 

“We both noticed.” Luke agrees, throwing his arm across your back. 

“It’s fine, this was about Luke.” You murmur, looking between them. 

“No.” Luke shakes his head and moves closer to kiss you. “You can say it was about me; but it was about all three of us. You’re gonna cum too.” 

“Peachy’s right.” Ash agrees, working his fingers in the slow rhythm you like best with him. You close your eyes and just let him work you, letting out your little whines as Luke leans across Ash’s chest to kiss on your neck and shoulder. 

“Daddy, peachy..” you moan, squeezing around Ash’s fingers. 

“There she is.” Ash grins, letting his fingertips rub gently over your clit a few more times, before pulling his fingers out and holding them up for Luke to lick. 

“This was fun.” Luke murmurs once Ash’s fingers were clean. “Can we do it again sometime?” He settles back next to Ash. 

“Absolutely, if baby girl is down.” Ash agrees.

“Yeah. I’d love that.” You grin.

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In My Dreams... You Should See The Things We Do // Ashton Irwin

Hello friends, welcome back to the never-ending game of “Crystal turns a one sentence blurb prompt into a 2k smut extravaganza!” I knew what I wanted to do with this piece when I saw the prompt but it took a lot of work to get there (I actually scrapped not only my original idea but some of what I had started to write) so I owe a great deal of thanks to @cal-puddies​ for making some key suggestions and helping me shape this into what I wanted it to be. 

Prompt: “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan. It’s like a fucking melody.”

Warnings: Well, big surprise, it’s boyfriend!Ash but with the added twist that it’s a new relationship trying to flourish despite being separated by quarantine. I can’t call it porn without plot because the porn is the plot. Which is a long winded way of telling you this is fluffy (but still pretty filthy) phone sex.  

Word Count: 2,673

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Ashton’s lips travel the length of your neck and over the swell of your breasts. His breath is hot on your skin and his fingers teasingly run across your inner thighs as they slowly make their way to dip inside the waistband of your panties and ---

You huff in exasperation as the persistent buzzing of your phone on the nightstand interrupts your fantasy. You remove your hand from between your legs and reach to investigate who exactly you should be annoyed with; a variety of emotions wash over you when you see Ash’s name on your screen.

You purse your lips in discontent and hit answer. “Hey you,” you greet him.

“Hey yourself,” he greets you joyfully. “Where ya been? I called twice before; started to think you’d had enough and had broken out into the outside world.” He laughs at his joke.

The two of you had only gone on a few dates before quarantine began but you hit it off well enough that you ended up talking almost every night. Despite the distance, the chemistry between you was palpable and your chats added somewhat of a routine and sense of normalcy amongst the chaos. As the weeks passed, you’d really gotten to know each other and forged a strong intellectual and romantic bond. 

The problem was, your pre-lockdown relationship had only gotten as far as a few brief but intense makeouts and as you grew closer, the lingering memory of his roaming hands and passionate kisses only seemed to escalate your building desire. You found him starring in your dreams frequently, dreams that had recently been leaving you in such a state that you had to relieve yourself immediately upon waking. 

Which is exactly what happened today when you took a late afternoon nap and woke up throbbing for release, which you would have gotten had Ashton not called. You sigh and tell him half the truth, “I’m just getting up from a nap, you’re calling a lot earlier than you usually do.”

“Oh, that sounds nice! Sorry if I woke you, I was bored and didn’t want to wait to talk to you,” he admits.

You smile at his confession. “You’re fine! I was awake, just still in bed. How’s your day been?”  

Ash answers with what you’re sure are entertaining and probably very charming anecdotes about his afternoon but you can’t stop your mind from wandering as he talks. You’re thinking about the dream you had, how good he made you feel. You’re wondering if you should make yourself cum as soon as you hang up the phone or treat yourself a little, maybe draw a nice bath, use a toy.

You’re mentally running through the collection of sex toys you know are in your bedside table to determine if any particular one strikes your fancy tonight when you hear silence on the other end of the phone. Shit, you think to yourself.

“...This is the part where I should be responding to something you’ve said, isn’t it?” You sheepishly ask.

“It typically would be, yes,” he chuckles. “I can call back a little later if this is a bad time, you seem distracted,” he offers.

You frown, feeling guilty for not listening. “No, Ash, I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I want to talk to you, I really do. My head is just elsewhere right now.”

He waits a beat before replying. “I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything,” he says sincerely. “No judgement, no unsolicited advice. I just… I really really fucking like you and one of the things I appreciate about you is your willingness to listen when I need to talk through something and I hope you know that goes both ways.”

Your grin is evident in your voice as you say, “Ash… I really like you too. Genuinely, talking to you is always the best part of my day, I don’t know how I’d be getting through this without you.”

“So then, what’s on your mind? Tell me, anything at all, I want to know. Just be honest,” he prompts.

You furrow your brow and think… he did say anything. What could it hurt? You take a deep breath and hurriedly blurt out, “I had a sexy dream about you and was about to get off when you called.”

It's silent for a moment and you wonder if you’d misread things and crossed a line you shouldn’t have.

Ashton inhales like he’s about to say something and then he stops. There’s another beat that feels like a thousand lifetimes and then there’s an explosion of giggles coming from his end.

You laugh along with him but you’re not sure if it’s out of embarrassment or relief. “Well… you said to be honest,” you joke.

“I did, thank you for your candor,” he responds gleefully. "I sincerely apologize for the interruption." He pauses briefly then clears his throat. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course,” you listen, interested.

“I have to get myself off basically every night as soon as we hang up,” he admits.

You smirk to yourself and feel a flush spreading over your body. “I'd been wondering if you were getting as frustrated as I was,” you confess. “Hoping, even. I just... I can’t stop thinking about when I’ll get to be with you.”

“I don't know how much longer I can wait… I don't even have the words to make you understand how badly I’ve been wanting you,” Ash replies, voice much lower than it was previously.

You feel emboldened knowing he’s been as affected by your budding relationship as you have, so you find yourself sharing more. “You know, in the dream I had, you didn’t even use words... we were at mine, watching a movie I think? But I couldn’t focus, all I could think about was how much I wanted you. And I guess you could tell because before I could do anything, you looked me in the eye and moved my hand so I could feel how hard you were for me.”

You know you're rambling, trying to get it all out before you can overthink. “We just kind of explored each other for a while, lips and hands everywhere… god, Ash, it seemed so real, your kisses felt just like I remember… and you knew just how to touch me… I could feel the vibrations of your moans under my tongue as I kissed your neck while I stroked your cock.” 

You squeeze your legs together, hoping to relieve the dull ache that has returned thanks to the sensual memory. “The dream ended before we got much further but I woke up so fucking wet and when I went to touch myself I couldn’t decide if I wanted to think about sucking you off or having you bend me over.”

You can’t hear much over the thunderous sound of your own heartbeat pumping in your ears but you could’ve sworn you heard something resembling a groan coming from Ashton. Your mind begins racing with thoughts of what might be taking place on the other end of the phone; you feel yourself become impossibly more aroused.

“I’ve thought about those things too,” he tells you quietly. “I like thinking about finally getting to take you out again and taking you back to my place and I just can’t wait to have you so I bend you over the table in my entryway, as soon as we walk in the door.”

“Rip my panties off?” You ask, holding your breath.

“Pushed to the side… and god, I lose my fucking mind when I feel how wet you are for me, you want it just as bad as I do. You’re in a nice dress that you hike up for me. My pants aren’t even down, I just take my cock out and sink into you. Just need to be in you, feel you tight and warm and wrapped around me,” he rasps.

You close your eyes and you see it: him pressing you up against the front door as he unlocks it, roughly kissing you as he walks you backwards inside the house. In what seems like one swift motion, he spins you around, pushes you over the table and slips his cock into you with ease. 

“Bet I was teasing you a lot while you drove us home,” you offer breathlessly as you slip your hand inside your underwear, nearly gasping when you feel how aroused you are. “I think about that sometimes. You acting like you don’t notice my hand creeping up your thigh until I start palming you over your jeans. And your cock just feels so fucking hard and so big under my fingers that I have to take it out and get my hands on you, play with you until we get back.”

Ashton’s voice is clearly straining now and there's no doubt in your mind that he’s touching himself. “Maybe we luck out and the roads are empty and you can put your mouth on me," he suggests.

“Well, once I feel how badly you’re leaking for me, I at least have to clean you up,” you respond shakily, actively rubbing your clit now. “But truthfully? I have a feeling I’m gonna love tasting your cock so much, I won’t be able to help myself and I’m gonna end up taking as much of you as I can.”

He groans loudly this time and you can picture him so vividly: sprawled out on his couch, head tipped back, biting his lip to keep from making much noise. You imagine he started playing with himself inside his shorts but by now he’s got his cock out, shiny and desperate for attention; tattooed arms flexing with tension as he struggles to maintain control, fighting the urge to buck into his hand with every slow stroke.

“Don’t know if I can let you get away with all that teasing,” he sounds breathy but confident and you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “With you acting like that, don’t think I can let you cum when I fuck you over the table. When I’m done with you, I’ll have to carry you to the bedroom and pin your arms above your head. Strip you down, get you even more desperate than you already are; my mouth all over your tits, run my fingers through your folds. Gotta get you fucking begging for me before I’ll even think about touching your clit.”

Your eyes are screwed shut, focusing on his fantasy. You're so turned on by it, you forget to respond; it’s like your brain is overloaded trying to process the feeling of your hands running over your breasts, toying with your nipples and the words he’s saying, how badly you wish they were reality.

Ashton’s voice snaps you out of your daze and you realize he must have mistaken your silence for discomfort because he’s hurriedly altering his tone. “Of course sometimes a little teasing goes a long way and we've waited long enough at this point so I would also love to feel you cum as soon as you’re ready---” 

“Oh, teasing is good, teasing is very good,” you interject, quick to reassure him that the scenario he was detailing is something you would very much enjoy. You smirk. “…But if your methods are open to negotiation, I think I’d prefer to be bound.”

“Fuck,” he chokes out, with a bit of a laugh. “Alright then, we can do that. Free up both of my hands to work you over... better yet, to hold you down while I’ve got my face buried in your pussy.”

You let out a loud moan, followed by a gasp at the volume of your exclamation. You didn’t even realize you were making a noise until it reached your ears, you were so enraptured by the fantasy Ash was describing and the feeling of your hands touching yourself like only you knew how.

There isn't time to be self-conscious even if you wanted to be because your outburst is immediately met with approving murmurs from his end of the line. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan… it was like a fucking melody,” Ash comments with heavy breath. “I need to hear so much more of that… especially need it when I’ve got my fingers pressed into your hips, holding you down while I suck at your clit. Bring you right to the edge over and over until I’m ready for you to cum for me… bet you taste as good as you sound. I’d want you to be so fucking loud while I’ve got you spread, baby.” 

“Ashhhh…” you whine, imagining it’s his tongue circling your clit and teasing at your entrance instead of your own fingers. “You’ve never called me ‘baby’ before… I like it. Wanna hear you say it when I’m begging to cum on your cock.”

His words are rushed and accompanied by the unmistakable sound of skin vigorously slapping against skin. “Yeah? Well after you cum on my tongue, I’m definitely gonna need to fill you up again, baby. Gonna get me so fucking hard watching you cum for me, seeing you shake, hearing you say my name like that... Think you’d want to bounce on my cock, make yourself cum for me one more time?”

You’ve settled the phone into the crook of your neck so that you can have one hand hard at work on your clit and the other pumping away inside your pussy. “Yes, Ash, absolutely,” you sigh filthily. “Want to ride your thick cock, want you filling me better than anyone else has… Want to cum around you, squeeze you tight… fuck… I just wish you were here, Ash.”

He pants, “I know, baby, me too. Wish this was your hand instead of mine… your mouth… your pussy… fuck, baby, I just need to feel you... I’m so close, are you close?” 

“Yes... I’m almost there… wanna hear you cum for me,” you whimper.

Ashton grunts a few times and you feel yourself tensing when you hear his strangled cry of your name. You imagine him, cock pulsing in his hand, shooting rope after rope of hot cum onto his own chest. That visual alone is enough to start you unraveling but what gives you that final push over the edge is the knowledge that he was thinking about you when he came. You moan and mumble for him as you cum, clenching around your fingers, rubbing at your clit until you can’t take it anymore. 

The call is quiet for a few moments as you both come down, listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing. After a bit, you hear some rustling on his end which you assume is him cleaning himself up; it crosses your mind how desperately you want to be there to clean him with your tongue and a faint, tired moan escapes your lips as you wonder what he tastes like.

You thought your noise was inaudible but Ash catches it and chuckles, “I’ll say.” He exhales loudly and then in stark contrast, starts speaking very softly. “I’d give anything to be there with you right now. Hold you while your breathing settles, feel your heartbeat slow against my chest… I already know I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

You sigh dreamily, heart swelling, yearning at his words. “I want that too,” you agree quietly. “We’re gonna be so good together, I know it.”

You both bask in the contented silence for another moment before you can’t help but joke, “Well, I’m glad you called!”

“Me too,” Ashton giggles with delight. “Think I need a nap now too, goddamn.”

You hum happily, “Call me later, we can actually talk?”

“Nothing I’d rather do,” he beams.

“Great… And I guess now that we’ve got our first post-lockdown date figured out, we can start brainstorming about how the second one will go,” you tease.

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Kiss Me (x3)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Ashton Irwin endgame, Luke Hemmings/Michael Clifford, Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood

Rating: Teen and Up

Key Tags: kissing, genuinely this is just a fic about Luke kissing his bandmates

Word Count: 4,896

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Summary: Luke likes kissing, and he likes his bandmates, so it makes sense that he likes kissing his bandmates.

It starts because Michael is being a whiny brat.

In all honesty, it probably starts because they’re all bored, but Michael’s boredom is manifesting itself into whiny brattiness, and Luke’s boredom is manifesting itself into getting annoyed at the whiny brattiness.

The tenth time Michael heaves a sigh and complains about having nothing to do, Luke snaps.

“Will you shut up?” he asks, looking up from his phone where he had been aimlessly scrolling.  Michael is slumped on the couch, watching a rerun of some network show on TV without really watching it.  Calum and Ashton seem to actually be somewhat occupied with the show and a book respectively, but Luke has seen Ashton’s grip on his book tighten with every complaint out of Michael’s mouth, so at least Luke isn’t alone in his annoyance.

“Make me,” Michael snaps.

“Yeah, make him,” Calum says absentmindedly.  He’s got the patience of a saint when it comes to Michael, probably from building an immunity given their years of friendship, but Luke doesn’t appreciate this new team they’ve made right now.

“Fine,” Luke says.  He stands, and Michael raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

“What are you going to do?” he asks.  Luke considers for a second, but honestly?  He’s pretty sure half of Michael’s problem is that he hasn’t had a girlfriend in a while, and therefore has no place to put his bottled up romantic/sexual tension.

“If I kiss you will you shut up?” he asks.

“I thought we were suggesting realistic options,” Ashton says, not looking up from his book.  Luke flips him off anyway.

“You won’t,” Michael says.

“Oh yeah?” Luke asks.  “If I do, will you shut up?”

“Fine.  But you won’t.”

Michael’s claim is not baseless.  They’ve teased each other a lot, but have never actually kissed before.  However, no other instances had included a whiny Michael and a Luke who is feeling a little bored and a little reckless and a little kiss-deprived himself.  As such, he marches over to Michael, puts one hand on the back of the couch to brace himself and one on Michael’s jaw to keep him still, leans in, and plants one on him.  Just like that.

It turns out that kissing your bandmate is easy once you actually put your mind to it.

The kiss is short, just a peck more than anything, but Michael looks shell-shocked when Luke leans back.  He blinks, eyes wide, then opens his mouth to say something.  Luke holds up a finger.

“Ah!  You said you’d shut up!”

Michael closes his mouth with a click.  Luke has never felt this powerful before.  He can feel Calum and Ashton staring at him, but he doesn’t spare them a glance, wanting to preserve the moment for as long as possible.  He just sits back down and picks up his phone again.  After a long moment Calum turns back to the show, but when Luke glances up Ashton is still watching him.  He returns to his phone and tries to hide his satisfied smile, okay with the weight of Ashton’s gaze.

The afternoon is quiet.  Luke keeps thinking about Michael’s lips, chapped and warm.

He’s really missed kissing.  Maybe he doesn’t have to anymore.

-/-

“Listen,” Luke says to Michael later, when they’re getting ready for bed even though Michael will probably stay up for at least another hour.  “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, but I really miss kissing people.  You obviously haven’t kissed anyone in a while, either.  I’m just saying that it could be mutually beneficial.”

Michael squints at him.  He hasn’t outright said no, so Luke has already gotten further than he thought he would.

“Just kissing?” he asks.

“Yeah.  I like kissing, you like kissing, it’s a win-win situation.”

Michael considers for another minute.  Luke stands his ground.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Michael shrugs.  “You said it.  I miss kissing.”

“Sweet.”

Michael blinks at him.  Luke blinks back.

“Well?” Michael asks.

“Why do I have to get up?” Luke says.  Michael rolls his eyes.

“Because you’re the one who suggested it?”

Luke rolls his eyes right back, but he gets up and moves towards Michael, sitting down on his bed this time so they’re on the same level at least.  Michael turns, tucking one of his legs underneath him so they can fully face each other, and Luke puts his hands securely on his shoulders and leans in.

Luke likes this kiss better than the first one.  Michael’s lips are a little tacky because he just put on chapstick, but he leans into it, meeting Luke step for step.  His hands eventually land on Luke’s waist, unfamiliar there but not unwelcome, and Luke doesn’t mind when their noses bump.  He doesn’t mind Michael’s breath puffing against his lips or the barest hint of tongue that sneaks into the kiss.

When they finally lean back, Luke is grinning.  Michael is, too.  Luke presses another quick kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, Mikey,” he says, sliding off the bed and to his feet.

“Night, Luke.  See you tomorrow.”

Luke falls asleep with a smile on his face and a new plan forming in his head.

-/-

Luke greets Michael the next morning with a kiss in the kitchen.  Michael doesn’t flinch away, much too used to Luke being in his space, but Luke watches his mind wake up a bit and figure out why Luke is suddenly kissing him.  Once he remembers their talk the night before, he smiles.

“What’s this?” Ashton asks from his spot at the table, frowning.  Luke almost hadn’t noticed him, which is a crime because Ashton is the type of person who somehow always looks amazing in the morning.

“Michael and I kiss each other now,” Luke shrugs.  Ashton’s frown deepens, if possible.

“You’re dating?”

“Nope, just kissing,” Luke says, getting down a mug for his coffee.

“Luke’s a pretty good kisser.  You should try it,” Michael says, voice gravely from sleep.

“Do you want to?” Luke asks Ashton, probably a little too enthusiastically.  He’s content enough getting to lock lips with Michael, but Michael’s not going to be around wanting kisses all the time, and Ashton is a great kisser.  Luke knows that he is, because every partner Ashton has ever had always seems a little dazed when he’s accidentally walked in on them making out.

This has nothing to do with Luke’s crush on Ashton, a persistent and annoying thing that he has successfully managed to regulate to the back of his mind in the past few months.

“No,” Ashton says.  “I’m going outside.”

He takes his plate of toast and heads for the door.  Luke shrugs off his disappointment and turns back to Michael.

“Oh well,” Michael says.  “You could always try to get Calum.”

“I might,” Luke says.  Calum seems like he’d be a great kisser, too.  Luke’s really lucky to be in a band of great kissers.  “Hey, do you want to make out after we brush our teeth?”

Michael grins and tugs Luke closer to kiss his cheek.

Luke is a genius.  This is the best idea he’s ever had.

-/-

“Listen,” Luke says, lounging on the couch with Calum on the other side.  He kicks him in the thigh to ensure that he’s listening, and Calum grabs his ankle and tugs him further down the couch so he can effectively trap his legs.  Luke’s not mad about it.

“You know how Michael and I are kissing now?”

“Yeah,” Calum says.  “I’m a better kisser than Mike, by the way.  You chose the wrong bandmate.”

“Prove it,” Luke says.  Calum narrows his eyes.  “Michael won’t be mad, or anything.  We’re not exclusive and there’s no feelings involved.  It’s just for fun.  I’m just saying, you could get in on this.”

Calum considers for a moment.  Luke’s got him hook, line, and sinker.

“What’s in it for me?” he asks.

“Free smooches whenever you want them.  I’ll even wear good-tasting chapstick for you.”

Calum tugs him forward again, and this time Luke goes willingly.

Kissing Calum is different from kissing Michael, obviously, because they’re different people.  Calum puts his hands in Luke’s hair and takes a bit more control of the kiss.  His lips are fuller and he’s not shy and he tastes different.  Not better or worse, just different.  Luke is thrilled at this turn of events.

For a first kiss, it’s not bad.  Not bad at all.

“Cool,” Luke grins when they lean back.

“Cool,” Calum says, amused, and pulls him back in.

-/-

Luke has never been kissed this much in his life, and he’s absolutely loving it.  He likes kissing, and he likes his bandmates, so it makes sense that he would like kissing his bandmates, but he didn’t anticipate liking it this much.  He gets good morning kisses and good night kisses every day, sometimes from Calum, sometimes from Michael, sometimes from both.  He gets kissed at lunch and while chilling in the living room and sometimes he gets to make out with one of the boys on one of their beds.

He likes making out best.  There’s nothing like kissing someone continuously simply because he wants to, both of them pressed close, hands wandering but not too far, lips maybe straying a bit but always coming back, wasting hours away at a time in the sensations until his lips are too dry and tingly to continue.  So many of his previous partners saw making out as a precursor to something else, but Michael and Calum aren’t like that.  He likes that they both appreciate kissing as much as he does.  He likes that once they’re done, they go back to being best friends and teasing each other and saying stupid things.

Luke has to buy so much chapstick.  There has never been a more worthy investment.

Michael and Calum approach making out differently, which is really cool.  Michael is playful, bruising Luke’s lips with little bites and keeping things fun.  He teases a lot, but the payoff is sweet.  He likes putting a hand on the back of Luke’s neck, thumb resting on the soft patch of skin behind his ear, and it makes him shiver.  Luke loves every tickling butterfly kiss and the way Michael gasps and laughs when Luke has enough of the teasing and pins him down.  He loves how familiar Michael is and how sometimes he’ll break the kiss in the middle to say some random thing he remembered he wanted to tell Luke.

Calum really likes to take his time.  He’s great at long, slow kisses that leave Luke feeling a little weak in the knees, and his hands are a grounding weight wherever they end up.  He’s thorough and intentional, and he never pushes things rougher but smiles when Luke does.  Luke discovered that threading his fingers through Calum’s hair and scratching the back of his scalp makes him gasp, and he loves the feeling of Calum lax and boneless against him as much as he loves the feeling of Calum caging him in on top of him or pinning him to the wall for a quick kiss that turns into minutes that turns into way too long for two people simply passing each other in the hallway.

Luke just really loves kissing.  He especially loves the casual cheek and forehead kisses that they’ve gotten in the habit of pressing into each other’s skin.  When Luke leaves a room, he likes saying goodbye with a quick peck to Calum’s cheek and a kiss to the top of Michael’s head, a small way to remind them that he likes them without interrupting whatever they’re doing.  Michael and Calum have started doing it back and doing it to each other, too.  It makes Luke happy.  It makes Luke wonder if Michael and Calum are making out with each other, too, and he kind of hopes that they are.  He wants them both to have that wonderful experience.

The only person who doesn’t seem to like the arrangement is Ashton.  Luke has been on cloud nine since he started getting kissed regularly; it’s even difficult to be grumpy in the morning when his two best friends are there to kiss him awake.  Calum and Michael have been in similarly high spirits.  Ashton, though, has taken to stomping around the house like a toddler.  He’s rarely chirpy anymore and things only get worse if he sees Luke kiss one of the others.

Luke doesn’t like being on the receiving end of Ashton’s glare.  He doesn’t like it at all, especially when Ashton’s smile makes him feel fuzzy.  This is the opposite, and it makes him feel the opposite.

Maybe Ashton’s jealous.  It’s the only thing he can think of, because Ashton hasn’t gotten kissed in a long time, either, and Luke, Calum, and Michael getting their fill probably makes it seem like they’re rubbing it in his face.  If Luke was kiss-deprived and saw his best friends making out, he’d probably be annoyed, too.  He can’t think of any other reason Ashton might be in such a foul mood, because things are typically fine if it’s just the two of them hanging out, and Calum and Michael have said the same thing.

There’s an easy way to fix this.  Luke just hopes Ashton will say yes.

-/-

“Listen,” Luke says, standing in the doorway to Ashton’s room.  It’s been hard to get him alone, but Ashton retreated back to his bedroom for some privacy half an hour ago.  Luke hopes he doesn’t mind the interruption, but Ashton looks refreshed and recharged and he’s not frowning or sighing heavily, so that’s a good sign.

“What?” he sighs.  Maybe Luke spoke too soon.

“Do you want to kiss me?” he blurts.  Ashton’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you want to kiss me,” Luke repeats.  “You’ve been in such a bad mood lately.  Is it because I’ve been kissing Michael and Calum but no one is kissing you?  Because I’d really like to kiss you, and that seems like a good solution.  None of us are dating so no one would mind.  I promise I’m a good kisser.”

Ashton purses his lips and sits up.  Luke has a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” Ashton says flatly.  Luke ignores how much it stings.  “I only kiss partners or the occasional one night stand, and I don’t kiss people who are just going to turn around and make out with someone else the second I’m gone.”

“That’s kind of mean,” Luke says quietly.  Ashton sighs again.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” he says.  “What you’re doing is fine, and you’re obviously enjoying yourself, so have fun.  Don’t ask me to be part of it, though.  I like kisses to mean something, and you can’t give me that.  It doesn’t make either of us a bad person, it just makes us incompatible.”

Luke looks down at his socks.  This is awful.  He should’ve let Ashton stay grumpy instead of trying to fix it.  Grumpy Ashton is better than grumpy Ashton who is also making Luke feel bad.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Ashton says, tone gentler.  “Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but inviting me to join your little kissing group isn’t the way to do it.  I don’t really want a no-strings-attached thing right now, and I don’t think I could see someone who already has multiple partners.  It would make me feel like I’m not enough.”

“That’s not how Cal, Mike, and I work,” Luke says.  “If anything, I feel closer to both of them.  More appreciated.”

Ashton shrugs and looks away.  He’s starting to fold in on himself, like he’s trying to hide from Luke.  Luke hates it.

“That’s good for you,” Ashton says.  “I don’t think I can work like that, though.  At least not right now.  I already like someone and if we were to get involved with another person, I’d want it to be a decision we make together.  Something that we both agree to.  I wouldn’t want them to have someone separate from me, I’d want us to do it together with the knowledge that we still fully have each other.  I just-- I can’t start out like that, with them already involved with someone.  Not how things are now.”

Luke swallows and nods slowly.

“You… like someone?” he asks.  Ashton looks down at his hands.

“Yeah,” he says.  “I do.”

“Okay,” Luke says, trying to swallow the sting again.  This isn’t about him.  This is about Ashton looking small and miserable right now.   “Do you… why haven’t you asked them out yet?  Do you want me to help?  I can be your wingman, or something.”

“No, Luke.  I don’t think it’s going to work out with me and him.”

“Why not?”

Ashton stands, finally looking at him again.

“Because he keeps kissing my bandmates.”

Luke stares at him, words not quite processing.  He blinks.  The corner of Ashton’s mouth turns up, and he crosses the room, stopping right in front of Luke.  Luke’s heart is thudding.  He’s not sure if he’s breathing.  He’s not sure of a lot of things, actually, but he’s especially not sure of what’s going on.

Ashton leans forward and for a wild second Luke thinks he’s going to do it, that he’s going to kiss him after detailing all of the reasons he wouldn’t, but he presses warm, gentle lips to Luke’s cheek instead.  It’s devastating.

“I’m going for a walk.  See you at dinner,” Ashton says, still standing far too close.  Luke manages to nod, and then Ashton is gone, leaving behind a lot of confusion and the lingering ghost of a kiss.

-/-

“So,” Luke says.  “Ashton said he likes me.”

“That’s good,” Michael says, fiddling with a thread on his bedspread.  It’s been bothering him, and Luke has considered getting scissors to cut it, but it’s probably a good thing that Michael’s fingers are occupied right now.  “It’d suck to be friends with someone who doesn’t like you.”

“No, like… like likes me.  Romantically.  I’m pretty sure.”  Luke hugs a pillow to his chest.  Michael glances up at him.

“You’re pretty sure?”

Luke shrugs.  “He said that he likes someone, and that that person has been kissing his bandmates.  I guess it could be you or Calum instead.”

“Nah, Ashton wouldn’t say it like that if it was one of us,” Michael says.  “He wouldn’t try to confuse you.  Besides, Cal and I don’t really kiss in front of him.  We keep it in the bedroom, like respectable people.”

“Hey, I’m respectable,” Luke says.

“You tell yourself that the next time your tongue is down my throat in the kitchen.”

Luke bites his lip, and maybe something about the silence feels too heavy, because Michael looks up at him.

“Are we… not going to do that anymore?” he asks.

“Ashton doesn’t want to date someone who is already kissing other people, and I really like him, Mike.  I have for a while.”

“I know,” Michael says.  He’d found a way to weasel the secret out of Luke a long time ago, back when Luke was worse at hiding it.  It’s one of the reasons Luke is having this conversation with Michael rather than with Calum, although Calum definitely figured it out, too.

“That’s okay,” Michael says.  He sounds a little disappointed, but not too much.  It makes Luke feel better, because he’s a little sad, too, but he doesn’t want Michael to be unhappy.  “I can kiss Calum instead.  He actually offered me a blowjob the other day, which you would never do, so he’s already got a leg up on you.”

“Shut up,” Luke says, hitting him with the pillow.  Michael laughs and grabs it, throwing it out of Luke’s reach.

“Wait,” Luke asks.  “Did he really?”

Michael shrugs.  “It was one of those things he says as a joke, you know?  But he didn’t really seem like he was joking this time.  I kind of don’t want him to be.”

“So you two might be full-on friends with benefits?” Luke asks.  Michael shrugs again.

“Maybe.  We’ll see what happens, I guess.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing we’re stopping, then,” Luke says.  “Ash and I can figure our stuff out, and you two can figure your stuff out without having to factor in another person.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Michael says.  He’s picking at the bedspread again, shoulders slumped, so Luke cups his jaw and kisses him.  It’s been weeks since their first kiss and Michael knows what to do, hands familiar on Luke’s back, tugging him closer.  For a split second, Luke wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

“I’m going to miss this,” Luke murmurs when they part, not bothering to go far.

“Me too,” Michael says.  “But we’re still best friends, and that’s what matters.  We’ll still mess around and write music and cuddle.”

“Yeah,” Luke says, heart a little bit lighter.  “You’re right.”

Michael pulls him in again.  It’s bittersweet, but as far as goodbye kisses go, it’s not bad.

-/-

Calum takes the news about as well as Michael does.  He understands, just like Luke knew he would, and they spend a long time making out in the way Calum likes until Michael knocks and says it’s time for dinner.

That one isn’t a bad goodbye kiss, either.  Luke thinks he’s allowed to be a little sad, but Calum slings an arm around his shoulder as they walk to the kitchen and tells him a really bad joke to make him feel better.  It reminds him that he’s not saying goodbye to their friendship, and he’ll get kisses and a lot more with Ashton in exchange for stopping the kisses with Calum and Michael.  Besides, Michael kisses his cheek later on instinct when he leaves the living room, and Luke thinks that’s okay.  Ashton can’t be upset at something harmlessly platonic like that, and it makes everything feel a little less heavy.

Keeping those kisses, however, means that Ashton doesn’t pick up on the fact that Luke isn’t kissing the others on the lips.  Luke doesn’t know how to bring it up to him, because hey I broke up with our bandmates for you but it wasn’t really a breakup because we weren’t dating but it did kind of feel like a breakup except not because we’re still friends probably isn’t the best thing to lead with.  However, when he’s still kissing Calum and Michael on their cheek or the top of the head or even occasionally the back of the hand, he’s not sure Ashton is realizing that the lips are now an off-limits zone for them.

It’s kind of killing him.  He wants to be Ashton’s boyfriend, but he doesn’t know how to make that leap.  If they were officially dating, Ashton would be next to Luke on the couch right now instead of sequestered to the armchair.  They could be cuddling.  Luke could brush that stray lock of hair out of his eyes.  He could maybe, finally, figure out what it’s like to kiss him.

This movie is boring.  Luke knows that Ashton thinks so, too, because he’s been fiddling with his phone for most of it.  The other two are enraptured, but Luke is starting to get restless and he’s annoyed that he has neither a boyfriend nor free reign to kiss his friends and he’s ready to do something about it.

“I’m going to my room,” he says, standing up and stretching.  He kisses Calum’s cheek and leans over him to get to Michael’s temple.  As he’s rounding the couch, though, he pauses.

He really wants to kiss Ashton.  It doesn’t even have to be on the lips.  He wants to kiss Ashton’s cheek and nose and forehead and palm.  While he’s not allowed to kiss him on the lips yet, maybe one of those would be okay.  Ashton is the one who kissed him on the cheek last time, anyway.

Before he can second-guess, he leans over the back of the armchair and kisses the top of Ashton’s head.  Ashton blinks up at him.  Luke doesn’t know how to describe his expression, but he wants Ashton to look at him like that all the time.

“Can I talk to you?” he asks quietly.  Ashton glances at their friends, then nods and follows him to his room, closing the door behind them.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“I’m not kissing Calum and Michael anymore,” Luke says.  “Not on the lips, I mean.  I talked to them a week ago.  I still want to kiss them on the cheek and stuff, platonically of course, but if you don’t want me to I can stop, because I really like you, Ashton, and I have for a long time, and I really want to be your boyfriend, and kiss you, and do a million other boyfriend things with you and… yeah.  I like you.”

Ashton blinks at him.  Luke bites his lip and waits.

“Oh,” Ashton says.  “Of course you can keep kissing them on the cheek.  You don’t have to-- I wasn’t expecting you to talk to stop your…” he waves his hand around.  “Thing.  I don’t know what you guys have been calling it.”

“You said you don’t want to kiss someone who is kissing other people, too,” Luke says.  “I want you.  I’ve had a crush on you for forever.  You can ask Michael if you don’t believe me.”

“Oh,” Ashton repeats.  “Are you sure?  I don’t want you to regret this if you want to continue with Michael and Calum.”

“I’m sure,” Luke says.  “Honestly, I’ll miss kissing them a bit, because they’re great kissers, and I do love them, but I’m in love with you.  I want something with you.”

“Oh,” Ashton says again, but it sounds different this time.  It sounds important.  It sounds like the fuzzy feeling Luke gets when Ashton smiles at him.

“I’d like that,” Ashton says.  He smiles, then laughs, giddy and joyful.  “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good,” Luke grins.  “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Ashton nods.  There’s only one thing Luke can do in response.

Kissing Ashton is different from kissing Michael and Calum, and Luke loves it.  He loves that Ashton doesn’t have expectations, and he loves the way he pulls Luke closer until there’s no room between them.  When Luke puts a hand on Ashton’s lower back and lets the other tangle in his hair, Ashton melts.  Luke wants to sink into him, and when they part Ashton buries his face in the crook of Luke’s shoulder and holds him for a long, long time.

As far as first kisses go, it’s not bad.  In fact, it’s pretty fucking fantastic.

-/-

It turns out that dating Ashton is just as good as Luke imagined.  He gets good morning and good night kisses, and he gets kissed at lunch and while he’s chilling in the living room and they make out on each other’s beds.  On top of that, Luke gets more cuddles, more quality time, and sometimes Ashton will look at him so fondly Luke thinks he’s going to combust.  Dating Ashton is a wonderful new world, and Luke has loved every discovery.

Michael and Calum tease them relentlessly.  They’ve been spending a lot of time behind closed doors together and Luke has caught them cuddling more or walking around with pinkies hooked together.  Sometimes he misses the closeness that kissing gave them all, especially now that Calum and Michael seem to have something that he’s not part of, but they still kiss his cheek when they pass him and it makes him happy each time.  Ashton smiles each time it happens, too.

“Alright,” Michael says, shoving his feet into his shoes.  “Calum and I are going to the shops.  You guys need anything?”

“Take the list on the fridge,” Ashton says from his spot pressed to Luke’s side.  He’s reading a book over Luke’s shoulder, a fantasy selection that Luke’s mum sent, but Luke is having trouble focusing with Ashton’s chin on his shoulder.

Michael redirects to the kitchen to get the list, and Calum appears to give Luke his routine kiss on the top of his head.

“Hey, where’s mine?” Ashton asks.  Calum pauses.

“You want one?”

“Yeah,” Ashton says.  Calum shrugs and kisses the top of Ashton’s head.

“Oh, are we kissing Ashton now, too?” Michael asks, reappearing.  “Fuck yeah! It’s about time he got with the program.”

“Hey,” Ashton protests.  Michael leans over the couch to press a smacking kiss to his cheek, then miscalculates with Luke and ends up kissing his eyebrow instead of any normal part of his face.

“Okay, love you, bye!” Michael says while everyone laughs at him.  Luke sees him take Calum’s hand before the door closes behind them.

Luke kisses Ashton’s cheek.  Ashton looks at him fondly and gently knocks their heads together.  It makes Luke want to do something drastic, like learn how to fly.  He feels on top of the world.  He feels like things are working out, not just between him and Ashton or between Michael and Calum, but with all of them together.

Ashton kisses him again, and Luke knows that it’s one of a million more kisses that he’ll get.  He’s never going to be kiss-deprived again, and he’s loving it.

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Luke/Ashton (2) Masterlist

part one

can't find the sound under my tongue (ao3) - lifewasradical M, 13k

Summary: One year, nine months, eighteen days. Luke and Ashton have been attached at the hip for one year, nine months, and eighteen days. Six hundred, fifty six days. Almost twenty two months. One could argue that no, it’s actually been months and years longer than that; but officially, their time together is bound by a date, one solid time where they said yeah, this is it. Despite being this far into a relationship, one punctuated by extended time on the road, living so intertwined, they still don’t live together.

Or, Ashton refuses to move in with Luke. Alternately, a fic inspired by black butterflies and deja vu

Cards Are Dealt - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) E, 100k

Summary: “You wanna… date me?” he asks eventually, when the silence is starting to feel loaded. “I don’t date and even if I did, I definitely wouldn’t be interested in dating you. I’d say no offense, but… full fucking offense.”

Ashton snorts. “Don’t flatter yourself, pumpkin, I have no interest in dating you either. Actually, the thought alone is exhausting and a little nauseating.”

Clenching his jaw, Luke grinds his teeth and shakes his head. “Then what do you want from me?”

“Sex. I already said that.”

A story about wants and expectations branching out and evolving without the knowledge or consent of those they belong to.

Christmas Tree Farm (ao3) - no_clue_who T, 14k

Summary: Ashton walked into the apartment to see Luke pacing around the room, phone on his ear. Ashton waved to him as he slowly closed the door, he watched Luke climb up onto the couch and onto their coffee table. He put his bag down, and took off his coat and scarf, trying to ignore Luke’s conversation with his family.

“Yes mom, I’m going home,” Luke said, stepping down onto the floor again, “Ben and Jack won't have to do everything-” Luke waved to Ashton once he saw him, “Yes mom, I won’t leave them alone to do anything. No, he, he isn’t sick, I won't have to take care of him.”

Ashton walked into their kitchen and grabbed something, trying to remember who Luke would have taken care of. He turned around and saw Luke back on the table, one hand gesturing wildly.

“No mom I can’t,” Luke stopped talking and looked at Ashton, “He might be going away!”

Come Thru (ao3) - bitchnluke E, 10k

Summary: Luke was used to being a playboy bunny, and he loved the pampered life of a playboy bunny. So yeah, you could say he was a spoilt brat. One day, his daddy tells him he is no longer his daddy, and that he has a new one. That his new daddy was the CEO of playboy bunny, which happened to be the owners nephew, Ashton Irwin. His old daddy tells him to go make Ashton loosen up and have fun.

flowers in your hair (boys can't be pretty) (ao3) - prettyluke (parting_ways) N/R, 71k

Summary: Ashton has been in love with the pretty boy next door since he was seven. Luke has called Ashton home since he was five. They grew up with the daisy field behind their houses, but nobody told them that they couldn't love anywhere else.

home is wherever you are tonight (ao3) - lifewasradical M, 72k

Summary: Life has become so mundane in the past few years that there’s very little that sends a thrill up Luke’s spine anymore. It’s that idea that had him saying yes to the idea of moving out here for a few weeks anyways: the knowledge that this was a completely new place where no one knew his name. He could be anyone he wanted to be here, within reason. He wouldn’t be seeing any of these people again after May, so what’s the harm in becoming a new person for a bit? Someone not so bogged down by the shit in their head that they can’t get out of bed some mornings. Maybe this is a step in the direction of the person Luke wants to be in the future anyways.

Or, Luke inherits a beach house on a tiny coastal island that needs some work. He didn’t plan on falling in love with the guy at the hardware store.

I Bet You Think About Me (ao3) - warmstableplace M, 5k

Summary: After divorcing his husband of nearly five years, Luke is single for the first time since he was eighteen. To celebrate his divorce being finalized, his best friend Michael takes him out to a bar where he gets drunk and spills everything to a cute stranger. Awkwardness ensues. Luke learns how to heal.

If Walls Could Talk (ao3) - boomerluke M, 43k

Summary: "Ashton, when a person tells you that you hurt them you don't get to decide that you didn't."

Or the one where Luke and Ashton are friends with benefits, but Luke wants more and Ashton isn't gay.

morphine lover, make me numb (ao3) - swiefts E, 15k

Summary: He knew what the ancients said about the butterflies but right now there were planets colliding with one another inside his stomach, inevitably exploding. Feeding him with irrevocable lust. Crushing his bones and stealing his oxygen.

That’s what Luke does to him.

Maybe Ashton’s not a derailed comet. Maybe he’s a fucking shooting star, because he was falling. Falling for Luke.

Or the one where Luke is maybe more than just Ashton's fuck buddy. And Ashton may be falling for him.

Risky Risqué - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 22k

Summary: It's only his freshman year in college and Luke is having too many problems. One, he can barely afford to feed himself. Two, the junior in the dorm next door has way too pretty hazel eyes and keeps offering to make him dinner.

Or, the one where Luke needs a job to pay his tuition and ends up getting one as a phone sex operator.

Shameless (ao3) - HeartnArrow N/R, 39k

Summary: Luke is captain of the hockey team, one of the most popular guys in school along with calum hood, came out as gay last year. ashton is a nerd who gets straight a’s and has yet to have his first kiss at the age of 17. michael is his best friend who isn't really a nerd but has known ashton since preschool. ashton has always watched luke from afar, admiring him at the hockey games and in the hallways. he’s had a crush on him since freshman year but luke doesn't even know his name.

or Luke was looking for a fuck buddy while Ashton was looking for love.

Souvenir (ao3) - Honeyedlashton E, 43k

Summary: In the close-knit town of Brightwich, New York, everyone follows the same morning routine every day. Wake up, wave to the neighbor, and maybe grab breakfast at the town’s favorite diner. But today it’s different. Today, The preacher’s son, Luke, discovers a something new. Today there’s a stranger in town.

But when he actually talks to Ashton, Luke sees more companionship in this James-Dean-wannabe than what everyone else would probably like. And when trying to get Ashton in touch with the joy of familiarity in the little town’s everyday life, Luke starts to enjoy the promise of adventure and mystery surrounding Ashton a little more than he ought.

spread your wings for me (ao3) - cashcakeplz N/R, 32k

Summary: Or the one where Ashton likes to watch Luke pray, and Luke is more than happy to serve the bad boy of the school.

starboy (ao3) - orphan_account E, 79k

Summary: Ashton is quite miserable, so when his friends take him on vacation to cure him of his sorrows, the universe sends him a star made of innocence that is meant to be ruined.

Tie That Binds - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) E, 98k

Summary: In which Luke wants to explore miscellaneous kinks and Ashton strikes him as a good candidate to do said exploring with with.

Tis' The Damn Season (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool E, 13k

Summary: Luke felt he was walking on a wire that got thinner and weaker the longer he tried to balance himself, only to be pulled down by heavy gravity and land on the cold ground with nothing but wounds that never healed, no matter how long he tried or waited.

The passage of time was all a haze of bright lights and blurry colors but Luke just accepted it, all he was was an ash from the fire that burned too bright.

or: Luke decides to spent the holidays with Calum and Michael while trying to get over Ashton.

when did the diamonds leave your bones (ao3) - orphan_account E, 41k

Summary: It should be embarrassing, the way Ashton’s looking at him right now, but it’s much better than the last one he gave him; one of pure hurt, like he could never be forgiven for what he’d done. If Ashton still hates him—if he ever did, and Luke suspects he might have—he’s at the very least not letting it show.

“Do you want—something?” Luke asks, gesturing behind himself towards the kitchen, but he’s not entirely sure if that’s what he’s asking.

“Can I stay here for a few days?”

(or, eighteen months into an indefinite hiatus, Ashton shows up on Luke's doorstep and moves into his spare room.)

Where the Heart Is (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) E, 86k

Summary: By the time that Ashton Irwin is twenty-seven years old, he's already a widower and a father of three. After his third nanny quits on him, he comes to the conclusion that life in general doesn't seem to like him very much—that is, until his luck turns around when he discovers a particular nanny by the name of Luke H.

The question now is, can a twenty-two year old man with mile-long legs and a smile made of gold really be the super nanny that Ashton needs?

Perhaps so.

White Noise (ao3) - merlypops E, 7k

Summary: Luke and Ashton have massive crushes on each other, Ashton throws a party, and all of Luke's dreams come true. (Maybe they're a tiny bit in love too. Maybe.)

[mulletcal]

triple word score - an ashton irwin blurb.

a/n: okay sO this is the third part to this little mini series i’ve been doing i guess, i’ll link part one and two below.  @sexgodashton​ said i should write a part three and who am i to say no to writing some more ash content???

word count: 3.6k

warnings: okay so there is smut, and more smut, there is light dom!ash in this, use of the nickname kitten, thigh riding, choking, use of the word ‘daddy’ once.... and i think that’s it???

part one | part two 

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It had been nearly a month since your kiss with Ashton, and in your mind things were going quite swimmingly.  You had weekly dates where one of you would make dinner, followed by Scrabble just for something fun, and to cap the night off you would watch a movie until you would pass out on his couch with your head in his lap.  His niece left around two weeks in, finally being allowed to travel within the country.  Ashton whispered to you one night how he missed having her around, and you promised that you would remind him to call her in the morning.

The two of you hadn’t ventured into the outside world just yet, nor had you made things official.  You hadn’t minded though, content to stay in your own little bubble of exchanging baked goods and cuddles.  One other thing that happened to be gnawing at the back of your mind, was that you hadn’t made things physical yet - You were trying to be respectful of his boundaries, but everytime Ashton smiled a certain way, or he smacked your ass teasingly, it made your head spin. Figuring that maybe you could make the first move, you’d suggested maybe going somewhere more romantic for your date that week; somewhere still private but different enough that maybe it could set the mood.

Thursday rolled around, and you had just finished packing up the small picnic that you had made for the two of you before you heard your doorbell ring.  Eagerly making your way towards the door, you pulled it open with a wide grin, only to see Ashton standing there with a small bouquet of flowers.

“For me?” You teased, placing your hand on your chest as you let out a overdramatic gasp, “You shouldn’t have.”

“I mean, I know I brought cookies the very first time we met, but since this is our first outside world date I thought I’d make an effort,” Ashton grinned sheepishly, not unaware of the fact that your eyes were dragging down his chest, taking in the short sleeved black button down he was wearing, or the pants that hugged his thighs just right.  “Wanna take a picture? Might last longer.”

“Couldn’t help it, you look fantastic tonight,” Your eyes finally met his, and your smile got even wider as you caught the slightest hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Sure you’re not lookin’ in a mirror there, sweetheart? Because the only one I see right now that looks fantastic is you.”

Swatting his arm with the flowers, you tugged him inside so you could put the flowers into a vase.  You made sure to sway your hips a little extra, if only to pick up the movement in your dress, but it didn’t hurt if Ashton’s eyes lingered a little longer on your behind.  Ashton made small talk as you got the flowers prepared for the water, giggling when he told you that his niece had met a boy and she had a crush.

“Did you tell her to make some cookies?” You tossed him a glance which only made his smile grow bigger.

“Well of course, worked on you didn’t it?”

Rolling your eyes, you set the flowers down finally, turning to grab the small basket you had packed full of goodies.  Cocking your head to the side, you smiled up at him, “Ready to go?”

“Mmhm, wish you would tell me where we’re goin’ though so I can be sure I’m not about to get murdered by Little Red Riding Hood,” Ashton laughed softly, tugging on your dress.  Your plan may just work after all.

“Ash we’re just going on a little picnic!”

“At night?” He questioned, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, “Listen I’ll trust you for now.  But as soon as things go south I’ll run.”

You pecked his lips, reassuring once again that you weren’t planning on killing him before you tugged him out of the door.  You had decided to drive, to keep an added element of surprise to your date with Ashton.  It wasn’t something that was overly extravagant, you were going to take him to the lake nearby that seemed to look pretty at night, the lights of the city reflecting onto the water.

The drive to the lake was short, Ashton nervously bouncing his leg the whole time.  You wondered briefly if he actually thought you were going to kill him.  The two of you were no longer the strangers that played Words with Friends from a distance - instead, you were on the brink of a relationship, well maybe, hopefully you were.

Pulling into a vacant parking spot, Ashton looked over at you with a confused look, “The lake?”

“Yeah! I thought that maybe we could set up a little picnic, if you’re up for it,” You spoke, a small blush tinting at your cheeks.

“This is different from our Scrabble nights,” He brought your fingers to his lips, kissing them gently before leaning in to kiss you gently right after. 

“Oh don’t worry, I have plans for that later.”

With that, you got out of your car, Ashton quickly grabbed the basket from the backseat, rounding the back to reach his hand out to yours.  Smiling brightly up at him, you took it and squeezed gently.  

The two of you walked a bit of a distance before settling on where to lay the blanket down, settling in as you pulled out the snacks, including the chocolate covered strawberries you had made.  That particular food item earned you a quirked brow from Ashton, drawing a giggle from your lips.

Your date was uneventful, the real excitement planned for later; it wasn’t long after the food had been finished that Ashton sensed you were eager to get home.  The way you sat up on your knees and kept glancing around, mostly back in the direction of your car.

“Bored of me already, are you?” Ashton asked, a cheeky grin pulling at his lips.

“No! I just… I have something else planned for us, wanna get going?”

Ashton’s brows furrowed, nodding in response to your question.  He helped you to pack up the basket once more, leaning up to kiss his cheek in thanks as he finished the cleanup - shooing you away to the car.

Driving back, time seemed to move even slower, and Ashton seemed just as nervous.  Grabbing his hand to stop his nervous drumming, he let out a soft exhale.

“I hate not knowing what’s going on,” Ashton pouted, turning to give you his best puppy dog eyes in hopes that you may tell him. 

“Those gorgeous eyes may lure me in normally, but not tonight.  You’re gonna have to wait till we get back to my place.”

A soft huff escapes Ashton’s lips, a childlike pout on his lips as you continued on.  It wasn’t until you had made your way inside and picked up the Scrabble box and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively did Ashton’s face change.

“What’s with the face?”

“Told you I had plans for this later.  What if I asked you if you wanted to play strip Scrabble?” Your eyebrows raised suggestively once more.

Ashton’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, a small grin tugging at his lips as he looked from you to the box, “How long have you been plotting this, hm?”

The air in the room shifted, but you stepped closer to Ashton, setting the box aside, “You game or not?”

Ashton’s eyes dragged down your body, sending shivers down your spine, “You’re wearing a lot less clothes than me sweetheart.”

“Well, good thing I’m better at Scrabble than you, Boomer,” Your finger dragged down his chest, casually popping open the top button before Ashton swatted your hand away.

“That’s cheating, and how many times do I need to tell you m’not a fuckin’ boomer!”

You barely missed his playful swat moving past him so you could set up the board on the coffee table.  Ashton sat across from you, close enough so that your feet were brushing against one anothers. You were kind of unclear of the rules as far as specifics, but you knew  the basics of: who ever scored higher each turn, removed an article of clothing.

You had been doing well so far at beating Ashton, but of course he was being a tease about it - starting with his shoes one at a time, followed by his socks, and his belt.  He got you a couple of times, resulting in you losing your shoes, but you knew that your next thing to go would be your dress, having nothing else left to lose.

Without a thought, you had put down the word ‘cunning’, taking advantage of the triple letter score for the ‘U’, assuming Ashton wouldn’t have anything better so he’d finally be forced to remove his shirt.  What you weren’t expecting, though, is for Ashton to put down the letters L-I-N-G-U-S’.

“You know that’s not how it’s spelt right?” You asked, leaning your elbows against the couch with a smirk.

“We know the end goal, so I think you could let this one slip, hm? Lose the dress, kitten.”

Your mouth fell open with a soft gasp, the new nickname sending a thrill through your veins- but still, you couldn’t make it easy on him, “What’s in it for me if I let you have this?”

Ashton wasted no time sliding over to close the gap between the two of you, his thigh now brushing against yours.  His left hand reached across to trail feather-light touches up your thigh, “Want me to show you, or just tell you?”

This was a side of Ashton you hadn’t seen before, but the look in his eyes made your mouth dry, struggling to find the words to say.  You wanted to continue the banter, but your want for him far outweighed your need to be borderline bratty in that moment.

“Not so bold now are you, kitten?” Ashton hummed, brushing his nose across your neck, causing you to suck in a sharp breath.  “You gonna take this dress off or am I going to have to rip it? Would be a shame to ruin such a nice dress.”

You made a small attempt to catch your breath, but all attempts were thrown out the window as Ashton nipped your neck gently, causing you to squeak.  Moving your fingers to the bottom of your dress, you moved far too slow for Ashton’s liking, his hands coming to cover yours and pushing your dress up further until it was over your head.  

A slow smirk spread over his lips when his eyes landed on the matching black set you had put on, fingers gingerly tracing the patterns of the lace.

“Someone had big plans for tonight, hm?” Ashton motioned for you to get onto the couch, pushing the coffee table away from the two of you so he could have more space.  

When you sat up on the couch, you were suddenly very conscious, aware of the beautiful raven-haired man sitting on the floor in front of you, hazel eyes looking up at you with a hint of mischief playing in them.  What if he was disappointed?

Ashton didn’t give you much room to explore your insecurities, long fingers coaxing your legs apart.  You were expecting him to remove the underwear to get better access, but instead he began to rub at your core through the fabric, the friction of the lace making you arch into his touch.  His lips were busy marking the insides of your thighs, and you couldn’t help the sharp gasp that left your lips.

“Feel good?” He asked with a wink, applying more pressure against you.

“Yes,” You breathed, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair.

Without another word, Ashton lowered his head, closer and closer, until he finally began to suck right over your clit.  You had to cover your mouth to keep from screaming at the sudden change of pressure.  

“Shit Ash,” A soft moan was able to slip past your lips, your chest heaving already with him having hardly done anything - you knew you were fucked, literally and figuratively as you felt the pressure of his tongue moving against you.  “I can take these off if you wa--”

“You think you deserve it? After teasing me all night, kitten?” Ashton pulled away, bringing his fingers up to pull the fabric taught against you to get your attention, “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

The tone in his voice had your eyes snapping open in a second - maybe he wouldn’t be too weirded out at the idea that you’re alright being spit on.  You had a sense always that sex with Ashton would be good, but he’d already surpassed good in the very little he had done to you already. 

“I didn’t tease you,” You lied, finally meeting his eyes and licking your lips hastily.

Ashton narrowed his eyes, leaning his head against your thigh, “Would be sad if I had to stop here, love.  You wanna try that again? Try and tell me you weren’t flaunting that perfect ass in front of me, or the suggestive touches on our picnic, and the biggest offense of all the strip Scrabble.” He let out a soft laugh, rubbing his stubble against your thigh which raised goosebumps on your skin.

You knew you were beat - you were putty in his hands and all you wanted was for him to touch you more.  To feel his long fingers against you, in you even.  “I’m sorry for teasing you,” You said with a pout.

Your admittance brought his grin back, lifting his head off of your thigh and letting the fabric go, “You don’t get off that easy, but I guess I can forgive you.”

Ashton tugged the fabric just enough to expose your entrance, slipping a finger into you and bringing his lips back to your still covered clit.  You cursed under your breath, annoyed more than anything that he didn’t want to just take it off all together.  He added a second finger not long after the first, much to your satisfaction.  Ashton’s movements were working faster than they were before, more determined.  The friction and the feeling of his fingers sending you barreling towards the edge, fingers tangled in his hair.

He must have known that you were close, likely able to feel you, because he pulled away all at once, leaving you whimpering at the sudden loss of sensation.

“Ash, what the fu--”

“I said you’re not getting off that easy, kitten,” Ashton licked his lips, bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean them off. 

That image alone could have gotten you off, but you were excited to see what else he had in mind. 

Ashton stood from his previous position, holding out his hands to help you stand up, “We’re going to your bedroom, need more room than this.”

Chewing on your lip, you followed him as he led the way to your room, your breathing still laboured from being so close to the edge only a minute before.  When you both got to your room, Ashton let go of your hand so he could sit on the bed.

“Take the rest of your clothes off.”

“You’re still wearing more clothes than me, baby,” You said sweetly, trailing your finger down his chest, finger catching at the fabric where the remaining few buttons had been done up.

Ashton grabbed your wrist gently, looking up at you, “Did I stutter?”

This side of Ashton kept very pleasantly surprising you, and you kept it in the back of your mind to ask him later what he was in to - though you were already getting a sense of what that may be.

You stepped back from him, Ashton letting your wrist drop so you could strip.  Testing your limits, you made a show of it, fingers slipping the straps of your bra slowly down your arms, followed by reaching behind you to pretend like you were struggling to get it undone.  

Ashton made a sound of annoyance, letting you finish your teasing, thinking you were in control for even a split second.  When you were fully undressed, Ashton tugged on your hands, but he stopped you when you went to straddle his lap, instead settling his thigh in between your legs. 

“You really can’t resist teasing me, hm?” Ashton whispered against your ear, your body responding with a small shiver.  “You want to cum? Now you’re going to have to show me you deserve it.”

His hands guided your hips to move against his, and you quickly got the hint of what he wanted you to do.  Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you began to grind yourself against his thigh on your own, his hands moving to your thighs, a firm reminder that he could go back to moving your hips at a pace he chose.

“Please, Ash,” You whimpered, “The pressure is too much.  Want you…” Your head dropped into the crook of his neck, almost pathetically pressing down harder against his thigh.  “Need you.”

Your nails were digging into his shoulders, whimpering soft pleas into his ear.  You were trying to be good, in a way afraid Ashton would leave all together if you let yourself go and came just from his thigh, but it was getting increasingly more difficult to hold off.  

You were about to give up on trying to be good when Ashton’s hands gripped your hips, stopping your movements, earning him a grunt of frustration from you. 

“You’ve made quite the mess, kitten.  You wanna be fucked so bad you were ready to get off on my thigh alone.  Lay down on the bed.”

You obeyed, finally deciding your desire overruled your need for being a brat in that moment.  Laying back on the bed, you watched Ashton get undressed, pressing your thighs together when his eyes lifted to meet yours. 

“There are condoms in the drawer,” You managed to say, eyes never leaving Ashton’s body.

Nodding, it felt like it took forever for him to open the package and slide the condom on - but then again, maybe he was trying to tease you in the ways you had teased him earlier.  Making you wait to feel him was probably the worst punishment you could receive.

The bed dipped as he crawled onto it, hovering over you before pressing his lips to yours, “Ready love?”

Him going back and forth between ‘kitten’ and ‘love’ made you grin, tangling your fingers in his hair and bringing him back down for another deep kiss; you tried to push the feelings of butterflies bubbling in your stomach away when you finally nodded, waiting for Ashton to move to between your legs instead.

Even though minutes before he was teasing the fuck out of you, and you him, he was soft in that moment - the fact not lost on either of you that this was your first time having sex together, after all the build up to it the last couple of months.  Ashton took hold of himself, pressing against your entrance and sliding in slowly, his eyes shooting up to your face to make sure that you were alright.

He felt better than you could have ever imagined, filling you in all of the right ways.  You could tell that he was waiting for you to adjust, so you moving your hips against him encouraged him to move too.  Ashton’s thrusts started slow and steady, each drag of him against your walls pulling a moan from you. 

He used one of his hands to hike your leg up, the new angle causing him to go deeper, earning a new set of noises coming from your throat.  Ashton’s pace sped up, small grunts leaving his mouth, allowing his free hand to roam your body.  His hand settled on your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingertips.

You weren’t sure if it was the arousal coursing through your veins, or the fact that you felt somehow safe with Ashton, but you took his wrist and dragged it up to your throat, giving him a nod that it was okay.

His hips stuttered at the action, throwing him off of his rhythm a little bit, “Kitten’s got claws, does she?” Ashton squeezed gently, the restriction to your airway sending a new wave of thrill through your body.  

Ashton wasn’t sure if either of you could hold off any longer, and he was eager to see your face as you came apart beneath him.  He let your leg go so he could lean forward, whispering in your ear, “You wanna cum, kitten?”

“Yes… Please, daddy.”  The words were out of your mouth before you had a chance to even think about it, but it didn’t seem to affect Ashton, but rather encourage him.  His thrusts were sloppy, letting go of your neck to focus on his movements.

It took less than a minute before you were being sent over the edge, the sensation of being teased and edged aiding to what was quite possibly the most intense orgasm you had ever felt.  Ashton followed not too long after, his fingers holding your hips so tight you were certain to find bruises the next morning.

When he collapsed beside you, you immediately curled into his side while you tried to catch your breath.  Ashton wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead when he began to laugh. 

“What’s funny?” You asked, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“You somehow managed to get the triple letter score in the game, and got the triple word score just now.”

Smirking, you pressed your lips to his cheek, “What can I say? I don’t lose.”

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