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nnatasha · 5 years ago

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or steve dealer’s choice

nsfw bj under the cut

this is honestly from afic I wroe for another fandom acouple years ago and I just swapped the names eric and honey for steve and her so fuck me ig

She listened closely to every sound he made, kept her eyes open to take in every twitch and shift. She even grew so brazen as to stroke her fingers against the soft skin of his balls and weigh them in her hand. That certainly got a reaction from the man.

Strong fingers wove into her hair, drawing her eyes back up to his face. Honey had been hot and tingly before, but the look of unadulterated lust on steve's face set her on fire. She gasped and when her lips parted, he urged her forward. The girl opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking the head of his dick between her lips. It filled her mouth, pressing down against her tongue.

Hissing in a sharp breath, he admonished, "Teeth."

She didn't think it was possible to be embarrassed with a penis in her mouth, but she was wrong. she quickly pulled her lips in, shielding the sensitive flesh from the scrape of her teeth. She tried to look apologetic. He ran his fingers through her hair once, reassuringly.

"Go on," steve prompted, in a low grunt. The girl pushed forward a bit more, enjoying the way he filled her mouth and twitched against her tongue. Then she pulled back, locking her lips around his shaft and sucking firmly as she did so. The effect was instantaneous. steve's head arched back and he groaned loudly. His dick twitched inside her mouth and a little pulse of that sharp fluid hit her tongue.

Oh, she liked that. she did it again, then again, reveling in the moans coming from above her and the throbbing inside her mouth. The hand in her hair guided her the way he wanted her to move and with every bob of her head, she took more and more of him into her mouth. His hips rocked forward just a bit and it made her groan. That made him suck air in between his teeth and grip her hair harder. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat and her eyes widened as she gagged involuntarily. She felt the man shiver and he tried to make her movements more shallow. Instead, the girl gripped his thighs for leverage and pushed forward harder.

"God, honey. You feel so fucking good," steve moaned heavily, loudly. "Sucking my cock like you love it." She did love it. He was so uncaringly loud, anyone nearby could hear. Not only did that not bother her, it pushed her arousal even higher.

Her eyes watered, but she fought her gag reflex until the constant touch of his cock against her pallet desensitized it. Desensitized, what a strange word to use at a time when all that existed of her was nerves and the feel of steve against them. He was groaning her name and it was like a rough caress. His thighs were hard under her hands. Everything about him was hard; he may as well be cut from the rock behind her.she was aching for him by now and was about to drop her hand from his thigh and reach down to relieve that ache, when she heard voices echoing down the hall.

The reality of someone coming upon them struck the girl far differently than the idea of it had done. Ice raced through her veins and she froze for an instant, then panicked. She tried to pull back, but the hand cupping her skull was like iron holding her in place. Her wide eyes looked up to his heavily lidded ones and found that steve was smirking down at her. As the voices drew nearer and she pushed against his thighs, his smirk twisted into a full sneer of lusty dominance. Lifting his hand from the wall, he brought one finger to his lips.

"Shhh," he hissed softly, cruelly teasing her. Then he pushed his hips forward with very deliberate slowness and moaned as his dick sank back into the wet recesses of her mouth. her clit twitched and she shifted uncomfortably, her thighs rubbing together even as ice gathered in her stomach. The man didn't care at all if someone saw them and that sent heat racing through her, but she was the one on her knees in a hallway like an escort and a sharp pang of humiliation followed in its wake. Her eyes squeezed shut tight against the heat building behind them.

"C'mon, Honey. Don't get shy on me now," he purred down at her, pulling her head back and pushing her forward again as his hips arched slightly to meet her. She could hear footsteps now and her eyes opened, looking frantically toward the corridor that led to the lpunge, steve growled, tugging her hair. "Look at me."

She couldn't refuse his command and lifted her gaze to his immediately. A tear escaped the corner of her eye, leaving an icy trail along her flushed skin. He shifted, easily sliding toward the wall and turning them just enough that his back was to the hallway and his bulk blocked her much smaller self from view.

Tucked safely behind him, shielded from prying eyes, the clawing dread in her chest faded. His hand loosened, combing through her curls tenderly. The girl pulled back and he didn't stop her. He wouldn't stop her.

"No one gets to see you like this, but me," he told her in a harsh growl of protective possession. "No one deserves to look at you. You're too far above them."

Her heart lurched in her chest. steve didn't say things to be nice; steve didn't say things to make people feel better. steve was looking down at her, with her lips still wrapped around his cock, as if she was something special. Something so special he meant to jealously keep it to himself.

Any trace of cold was melted by the warmth his words and expression dredged up from deep within her, then boiled away to steam under the influx of searing heat that scorched through her system. She pushed forward, taking him as deep as she could manage, her eyes locked on his unwaveringly. steve moaned and she believed it was as much from the way she was looking at him as the feel of her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair again and he rocked into her as she moved, his mouth falling open as his chest heaved.

"Oh ho! Look at this!" a male voice called from behind the young leader. The laughter of multiple others came directly after.

"Damn, man," another male, younger by the sound of it, cackled. "Get it!"

steve turned his head back over his shoulder, but didn't break eye contact with the girl on her knees before him. "Fuck off!"

"Oh shit!" the first male gasped, his voice choked tight with shock and fear.

The girl dug her nails into his thighs and moaned in approval. He purred down at her, a lion being stroked.

"You look so pretty with your lips around my dick," steve said, breathlessly. "Did I tell you? So pretty."

He stroked her cheek lightly and she raised her hand to cover his. Just for a moment, to appreciate his words. Then she pushed his hand away and scraped her nails against his hip on her way to wrap her fingers around the not inconsiderable amount of him that wouldn't fit into her mouth. She pumped her fist with firm, sure strokes.steve began to pant harshly, brokenly. Recognizing the sound, she pushed further, sucked harder, rubbing her tongue against the underside of his shaft.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned in a growl so low and harsh it was like stone grinding on stone. she made a sound of wanton encouragement, urging him on, wanting him to lose himself to her. A massive shudder rippled through the man and his hips arched forward sharply. The hand in her hair flexed against the back of her head, his nails digging into her scalp as if he were going to push her all the way down, but he held himself in check. Just barely, she thought.

Her eyes popped wide as he thickened even further, then throbbed hard against her tongue. steve barked out an obscenity and her name and a jet of liquid heat splashed against the back of her throat and loved everything about it. Honey sucked hard, milking his cock with her hand, trying to make his orgasm as good as she possibly could. It appeared to be working as he hunched forward and shook above her, grunting and gasping with every pulse of cum he poured into her mouth.

steve slumped forward, his forearm bracing against the wall to keep him upright. He pulled her back off his cock, groaning almost plaintively as she sucked hard the whole way, her tight fist following her lips to squeeze out every last drop. shereleased him with a wet pop and sat back on her heels. Her hands rested demurely on her thighs and her head was tilted to the side in curious consideration as she rolled his cum over her tongue.

The panting, thoroughly debauched man in front of her opened his eyes and found hers. Her shoulders shook with a suppressed giggle as his head tilted in much the same way as her own - her expression and manner apparently perplexed him. she felt a little curl of wickedness inside and swallowed her mouthful in a very intentionally blatant way. Then winked at steve with an impish grin.

"Five finger fuck me," he huffed, eyes falling shut once more. The girl giggled with playfully fiendish delight.

What she didn't enjoy as much as his reaction was the lingering taste of semen on her tongue. While it was definitely better straight from the tap, as it were, she still wasn't overly fond of it. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the mint, quickly unwrapping it and popping the candy into her mouth.

"We need to pick up a case of these," she told him with that impish grin still in place, rising to her feet and brushing off her knees. He snatched her close without warning, crushing his mouth to hers with a heavy groan. The artificial sugariness of the mint fought against his own natural sweetness and lost. She clung to his biceps and opened up to him with a responding moan of her own

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littledrummeraussie · 3 years ago

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literally a scene from the taste of your skin tonight / polaroid picture blurb.

#afic: taste of your skin

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littledrummeraussie · 3 years ago

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I'm in my photographer!Ashton feels again 😭

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littledrummeraussie · 3 years ago

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you know I always want to ask about Craving Something Sweeter :) 3, 4, 6, & 11!

craving something sweeter.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

People started shifting back to a straight line as a bike passed them by, the obnoxious ringing of a bell making some of them grumble, saying how sidewalks were not made for such horrible constructions. You stifled your laugh as it suddenly stopped next to you and Ashton jumped off the saddle, cheeks pink and smile contagious, his bag slung over his back. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up as he leaned closer, kissing your cheek.

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You caught sight of his movements in the mirror, and you saw him fumbling with his camera, fingers slightly trembling and his bottom lip bitten in concentration. He had that spark in his eyes, the one he got when he was inspired, when he really wanted to take a picture of the thing that caught his attention. He was in full photographer mode, and it was clear he found his next art piece.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

”I can’t help it,” there was a slight pout in your voice as he chuckled. ”You completely ruined me. I used to be a good girl.”

”You were never a good girl,” Ashton chuckled again, running his lips over the shell of your ear.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

That it starts from the middle and none of you know what happened before these two started dating with each other LOL.

I think the art within the art - I'm actually a sucker for that. It's not just that you can write about two people falling in love and have a relationship, but since one of them is involved in a specific art form (photography in this case for Ashton) it gives a different layer on which you can explore how their relationship moves forward and evolves.

At least that's one of the things I want to do with it in the long run. Kinda like: showing them through my eyes (writing), and also showing them through Ashton's camera/art at times.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

A frustrated huff left his mouth as he leaned his forehead against yours, hands lightly running up and down your thighs in a soothing manner, almost like an apology. [...] "Cause, fuck, I want you so bad, but I– I don’t want to put you at risk, Y/N. You are worth much more than a quickie in the bathroom.”

It's just how much Ashton loves her and cares about her. If I tell you that they started out as a one night stand and then Ashton wanted more and helped her come out of her shell, letting her find herself - just with being his amazing self, but also through his art. And she adores Ashton (who wouldn't?) and is so thankful for him that he lets her experience a life she thought she could never have. They are just perfectly and perfectly cute together.

Thank you Sky my love ❤️

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littledrummeraussie · 4 years ago

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Angie, darling I’ve been waiting for months for a continuation to the photographer!Ashton series 🥺❤️ could I have a blurb in the mean time 😍🍭 or a song that goes with it? 🎵🎶

babe 🥺😍 not many people talk about that one (wonder why Angie), but I’m so glad there is one more person out there who wants to know more about it 😭 also, I kinda realized I don’t know your name, so until then can I call you Sunny? cause you give me this sunshine feeling ☀️

🎶 I couldn’t just choose one song, so here are some that goes with the whole series (we shall get back to this discussion once I finally write it):

Talking Body by Tove Lo

Glad You Came by The Wanted

On What You’re On by Busted

Kinks Shirt by Matt Nathanson

Slow Hands by Niall Horan

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Ava by Famy

It’s not always the lyrics - sometimes just the music or the mood of the song catches me.

As for the blurb... ❤️ (this turned out fluffy)

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“Stop it now.“

Ashton giggled under you, pulling back the camera so you couldn’t take it away from him, snapping another picture of you when you rolled your eyes. He’s been playing around with the setting on his new machine, trying them out one by one, and what better model could have he found than you, his own girlfriend. He lay back on the bed, making you sit up on his waist as he clicked through the different options, taking pictures of you to have an idea about how they will look once he started working with them.

“Come on, Y/N, they are just pictures,“ he pinched your side and took another photo of you as you swatted at his hand. “Most of them are blurry, anyway.“

“So much for being a professional,“ you teased him, and he laughed, finally putting the camera down on the nightstand.

“With frisky models like you it’s hard to take a still picture,“ he rubbed his palms against your hips, fingers lightly teasing under your shirt. “If you would just stay still for a moment we would be done sooner.“

“I just want my cuddles,“ you leaned forward, pushing your lips against his puckered ones. “How much do I have to work for them? You’ve been taking pictures of me for a half an hour now. That’s at least 30 minutes of cuddles.“

“You can get as many cuddles as you want if you let me take some more pictures,” Ashton pecked your nose, thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ve brought some new polaroids and I want to try them out.“

“Alright, alright,“ you let out a faux annoyed huff, sitting back up on his waist. “You do that Andy Warhol.“

You lightly played with the fabric of his hoodie as he busied himself with the polaroid camera, waiting for him to tell you to pose or make a face or anything at all. You weren’t really fond of your own photos, but Ashton liked taking pictures of you for his own enjoyment, and you let him indulge in his hobby and work when he didn’t have an actual model or topic he wanted to explore. Sometimes all he needed was a few shots of you to finally put his camera away and instead give you the attention you’ve craved.

As the minutes passed by you’ve realized that he still didn’t say anything, and your gaze slid back to him, giving him a questioning look. Ashton smiled back at you, camera resting on his chest as his hand rubbed up and down on your thigh, and you needed to giggle.

“What?“ you asked with a chuckle, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear, suddenly feeling bashful.

“It’s nothing,“ he shook his head, lightly squeezing your knee. “You’re just... really pretty.“

“Nooo, stop,“ you buried your face in your palms, still laughing as he lightly poked your side, tickling you.

You felt his fingertips found the sensitive spot just under your ribs, and you pulled away with another laugh, feeling the invisible tickles on your skin. Click! Before you knew it you’ve heard the sound of the camera going off, the machine quickly printing out a picture. Ashton put down the camera next to the other, picking up the polaroid as he started shaking it, waiting for it to get developed.

“That’s not fair,“ you pouted, and Ashton gave you a toothy grin before looking at the picture.

“Aww, it’s really cute,“ he giggled, carefully examining all the small details. “I’m keeping this one.”

You quickly picked it out of his hand, wanting to see what made his eyes sparkle, what made him give you that stupid smile he usually had on his face when he was gushing about you. Your own face was scrunchy on the picture, he caught the moment when you were mid-laugh, eyes closed and hand in the air, ready to cover your mouth. Ashton grabbed the corner of the picture, pulling it from between your fingers.

“That goes into my wallet,“ he announced, and you rolled your eyes, trying to take it away from him. “Noo, you’re not getting it!“

“I look hideous,“ you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and it was Ashton’s turn to roll his eyes, pulling you down to himself to wrap you in his arms.

“You look absolutely gorgeous on it. Even if you don’t believe it yourself, you are the most beautiful to me,“ he kissed your forehead, your nose, and finally, your lips. “That picture captures everything that you are. Don’t take it away from me.“

“Alright, I hear you,“ you sighed, but a smile pulled at your lips as you cupped Ashton’s cheek. “You can keep it. But only if we can take one for me as well? Of you.“

“Do you want a polaroid or a phone selfie?“ Ashton tapped your nose with his finger, making you giggle again.

“Let’s make a polaroid. So I can keep your face with me the old-fashioned way...“

“Alright, Capa,“ Ashton laughed, reaching for his camera. “Do your worst. It’s gonna make the war photography archives.“

“Don’t be silly,“ you kissed his cheek, making him blush as you suddenly snapped his picture. “This one here? This one will go down in history as the cutest picture ever taken.“

“We could argue about that,“ he picked up the photo, shaking it as it started developing. “Your picture has already taken the title home.“

Ashton pulled you to his chest as you looked at the two photos side-to-side, both of them radiating the happiness and love you have felt for each other. You never would have admitted it to Ashton, but whenever you caught sight of the picture in his wallet, your heart started beating just a little harder for him.

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littledrummeraussie · 5 years ago

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craving something sweeter. / the taste of your skin tonight series

Word count: 4100+ Warnings: photographer!Ashton & slightly-innocent-college!reader. teasing. semi-public sex. sex without protection. (always be safe ya all!) everything is consensual. Author’s note: you can read this one as a standalone piece, but it’s actually the middle of a series that I’m gonna write on and off. Some things are referencing back to previous things that shall be written later, but until then - enjoy some fun times at the Art Exhibit. (Yes, I’m that weird person who sometimes writes the later parts before actually starting the story.) Feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

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There was a long line of people waiting to get inside the building, and since Ashton seemed to be late you were sure you will have to spend another hour outside. Not that you minded it, as long as he was by your side. It was his turn to pick a date for you, and he decided to take you to an art exhibit that arrived a week ago to the city. He’s been going on and off about the artists that contributed to the event and how he wanted you to see some of the pieces that inspired him to become a photographer. You were more than happy to spend your day with him, listen as he shared thoughts, stories, feelings that made him who he was today. You just wished he would arrive already.

”Hey gorgeous girl,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his side. ”Been waiting for long?”

”I probably arrived a bit sooner, so it’s fine,” you smiled back with a shrug. ”You know me.”

”That’s a pretty nice dress you’re wearing,” he tugged on the dotted fabric, a spark in his eyes. ”Haven’t seen this one yet.”

”You know, I was thinking…” you turned towards him, grabbing onto the lapels of his jacket. ”…that since you’re taking me to see some of the influences that inspired you, it’s only fitting if I wear something that influenced me in the last few months.”

”Polka dots and leather jackets?” he laughed, bopping your nose with his finger. ”You’re too cute. Ready to go?”

”Ash, there’s a line,” you nodded to the queue in front of you. ”That’s probably another 30 minutes wait.”

”Not if you have one of these,” he flashed you a grin as he pulled a laminated pass out of his pocket, putting the strap around his neck. ”Free entry and all access. Perks of the job.”

”You’re unbelievable,” you shook your head with a smile, rolling your eyes at him. ”But what about…”

Before you could finish your question Ashton fished out another pass from his bag, putting it around your neck.

”Perks of the job,” he repeated with a grin, and you felt yourself blush as you saw your name printed next to his on the card. ”Come, I just need to chain up my bike and we can go.”

He pulled you out of the line before people started to grumble again, and made his way towards the front. You held onto his bag as he quickly found a place for his bike on the rack, then let him grab your hand as you went up the long stairway, flashing your passes to the security guard and the staff inside, gaining entrance without waiting more than a few minutes. Ashton had a proud grin on his face as he led you down hallways and up more stairs, his steps turning bouncy as you arrived at the first part of the exhibition.

”Okay, so – there are a bunch of amazing artists who contributed to this collection, but there are like 6 or 7 specific ones I want you to see. I know it sounds like a lot, but–”

”But we have all the time in the world. Ash, breathe,” you laughed, pressing your lips against his. ”Come on, walk me through them!”

Ashton couldn’t hide his smile as he pulled out his camera, quickly checking the settings, then led you into the first room, snapping a photo of the gathering crowd. He was full of knowledge about the artists that wasn’t even displayed, sharing bits and pieces of information that made them and their work much more interesting to look at. And then there were those things that Ash himself learnt from them, small details that shaped his own view and style: how to use the light correctly, but also how to play with the shadows and the darkness in your photos. How even the smallest movements can make a huge difference in the final product, and you needed to be patient with yourself and your art. How polaroids were a fun way to capture the moment, but how sometimes you had to wait for the moment to catch you.

”So this is why you made me wait until I looked like a clown and then snapped that photo?” you quirked your eyebrow, thinking back at a certain polaroid he kept in his wallet.

”It’s my favourite picture of you. Don’t dis the scrunchy face,” he laughed, stepping to the side so he could explain. ”But yeah. Polaroids are for the moment, sure, but how could you know what is the exact moment you are looking for? So sometimes you wait, and then suddenly the moment comes and shows itself. I really wanted to capture your smile, but as I waited and waited and you started laughing at me – that was my moment. So honest and beautiful.”

”Can you not?” you felt yourself blushing, hiding your face against his chest. ”What’s so special about that picture?”

”You,” he tilted your chin up, pressing his lips against yours. ”Simply you.”

”Ash? Irwin, is that you?”

The voice came out of nowhere as you were both lost in your little world, but Ashton snapped his head up, looking for the person who called his name. Then you felt his posture change against you, and you followed his gaze which was now trained on a figure coming your way.

”Dan! Haven’t seen you in ages,” he smiled at the guy who finally stopped in front of you, shaking his hand. ”How’s everything?”

”Should have known I would find you here,” Dan clicked his tongue, a knowing grin on his face. ”I mean, it’s like they’ve put this whole thing together only to please your ugly mug.”

”You sound butthurt,” Ash joined in on the banter, clearly knowing how to handle the guy and his jokes.

”And who’s the pretty lady?” he suddenly turned to you, and you could feel Ashton’s arm pull you a little closer.

”The Muse,” Ashton smiled, pressing another kiss against your temple. ”Also known as my girlfriend.”

”Hi. Y/N,” you shook his hand as he looked you up and down, and you felt yourself slightly blush at his attention. ”Nice to meet you.”

”And nice to meet you too,” he gave you a grin, then turned to Ashton. ”I don’t know why she would ever date you. You clearly put some kind of spell on her.”

”Actually, it was the other way around,” Ash answered, and you felt another blush colour your cheeks, so you slightly pulled away.

”I’ll go ahead and look around a bit more,” you squeezed his hand, giving it the lightest of tugs, a silent plea. ”It was fun chatting with you, Dan.”

”The pleasure was all mine,” he gave you a wide grin as Ashton nodded at you.

”I’ll catch you in a minute.”

Dan already started another conversation with him, and you could only hope Ash can somehow cut him short. As you tuned out his voice you turned your focus back on the art in front of you. You didn’t realize the exhibit also included a section completely focusing on the history of erotic photography, but it shouldn’t have come as a surprise – by now you were well acquainted with Ashton’s fascination with the female body, especially yours.

It wasn’t too long ago when he approached you with the idea of taking some photographs, ones that might be a bit more different than the usual fun shots he took. You could definitely see the influence on the images displayed, and you bit your lip as you thought back of the night you’ve spent together once he gave up on being professional and instead let him be his everyday self: your boyfriend. Then suddenly two arms wrapped around your waist, and Ashton’s body pressed against your back, breath hot on your face.

”See something you like?” he whispered in your ear as he kissed your cheek, looking up at the picture in front of you.

”It kinda reminds me of us,” you confessed as you followed the printed lines of the two bodies entangled on the canvas.

The moment caught on camera was both intimate and hot, the lovers still lost in their ecstasy as they wrapped themselves around each other, hands grabbing, but the touch turning soft, mouths half-open, lips pressed together in a sloppy kiss and a moan you could almost hear. The sheets were tangled around their legs, their bodies covered by only a light sheen of sweat, eyes barely open, yet their love was shining through the picture. It was exactly how you felt whenever you looked at Ashton during those late nights or the stolen moments in the morning. It made you wish you could get lost like this with him right now.

”You yourself look like a piece of art. You belong here,” he nuzzled his nose against your hair, hands searching for yours to tangle your fingers together. ”That’s why I needed to take a picture of you.”

”Again?” you giggled as you felt his smile against your temple, and he just nodded. ”What would you call this piece? I lost my girlfriend in the erotica section?”

”Lost in her beautiful mind,” Ash answered, then continued his explanation. ”I saw you looking at this picture, and it was like seeing you and what you are thinking about at the same time. It kinda reminds me of us as well. You also looked like you were wishing to be somewhere else, and that was just hot as hell. With that little lip bite and how you crossed your legs…”

”I can’t help it,” there was a slight pout in your voice as he chuckled. ”You completely ruined me. I used to be a good girl.”

”You were never a good girl,” Ashton chuckled again, running his lips over the shell of your ear. ”Are you wet, baby?”

”Aaash,” you whined quietly as you felt a deep ache taking over you, making you cross your legs again. ”We’re in public.”

”That didn’t stop you before,” he put his hands around you to pull you slightly closer, pushing his own hips forward, his hard length pressing against your ass. ”Were you thinking about my cock while daydreaming about this picture? Because it definitely got me hard, seeing you like this. Knowing exactly what’s going through your mind while looking at this photo in the middle of an art exhibit with people around us.”

”I wish you could fuck me right now,” you sighed as he rubbed against you, his movements slow and teasing.

”I think we could just… slip away,” he kissed into your ear, already leading you away from the picture. ”I’m sure we forgot to check something out in the previous rooms.”

He guided you through the crowd, going back the way you came from until he suddenly made a left turn, pulling you through a door you haven’t noticed before, and you quickly found yourself in a hallway that was definitely closed off from visitors. Ashton gave you a quick wink and a grin as he pushed another door open, and in seconds you were inside one of the staff bathrooms, the door locking behind you with a loud click. Ash shrugged off his bag, almost kicking it into the corner as he picked you up, already kissing you as he sat you on the counter, hands sliding up your thighs.

”I knew this dress was trouble,” he licked into your mouth as his fingers tugged on your panties, quickly sliding them down your legs. ”And I knew I’m gonna fuck you in it, just not that this soon.”

”Are you complaining?” you giggled against his cheek as he pocketed the lacy fabric, pulling you back for another kiss.

”Fuck, never.”

You reached for his belt, working the buckle open to do the same with the button and the zipper. You rubbed your palm against his bulge, pulling his cock out from his boxers to stroke it up and down, the hot flesh already pulsing in your hand. Ash whined against your lips as he bunched the skirt of the dress around your waist, his palm cupping your pussy, fingers already teasing between your wet folds. He chuckled as he pushed the first knuckle inside, biting on your bottom lip as he went deeper.

”Those pictures really turned you on, huh? Naughty girl.”

”Thinking about you turned me on,” you ran your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum over it. ”And yeah, ahh, maybe the pictures too… and thinking about that first time in the club…”

”You liked my fingers deep inside you?” Ash pushed in a second finger, his slow movements and his quick panting words in your ear driving you crazy. ”Pushed against the wall, loud music, no one hearing your moans as you came on them? You’re really into this public shit.”

”Ash, please, fuck me,” you grabbed onto the lapel of his jacket, your hips moving against his fingers as he dragged his thumb up and down your clit.

Ashton pushed his lips against the corner of your mouth as he pulled away, his hands going through his pockets as he searched for something, but only finding the panties he tucked away. A frustrated huff left his mouth as he leaned his forehead against yours, hands lightly running up and down your thighs in a soothing manner, almost like an apology.

”I definitely did not think this through,” he let out a resigned chuckle. ”I don’t have any condoms…”

”Your bag?” you asked hopefully, but he shook his head.

”Pretty sure we used them all last time,” he sighed, burrowing his face against your neck. ”Sorry babe.”

”We could…” you bit your bottom lip as you gathered your courage, clearly knowing the risk of your next words, but wanting to share them with Ashton. ”We could do it without one. You just have to pull out.”

”Are you sure about that?” he finally looked up at you, brows furrowed, the question clear in his eyes. ”Cause, fuck, I want you so bad, but I– I don’t want to put you at risk, Y/N. You are worth much more than a quickie in the bathroom.”

”I know. I know,” you cupped his face in your hands, kissing his lips. ”But I trust you, Ash. I want you, please. And doing crazy stuff is basically a trademark for us.”

”Having sex with the stranger from the club?” he grinned, pulling you closer to the edge, already getting sold on the idea.

”Having sex while Calum was passed out on the couch,” you giggled, wrapping your legs around his waist. ”Or fucking against the window in the middle of the day… or sucking your cock while you were on the phone with your boss…”

”Fuck, you really want me, don’t you?” he moaned, pushing his hips closer, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. ”Are you sure?”

”Hmm, please.”

He stroked his cock up and down between your wet lips, rubbing the tip against your clit before slowly pushing in. Your toes curled as you took him in, the feeling familiar but also so new without the thin rubber between the two of you. Ash looked down as he pulled out, your wetness coating his shaft, and with a groan he quickly thrusted back in.

”Fuck, you feel so soft and hot around me,” his breath hitched as he pushed the last few inches inside. ”I could cum just from this.”

”Not a good idea right now,” you bit his lip, and he hissed at the small pain.

”Next time,” he kissed you roughly, giving the small bite back as he started moving.

You quickly got lost in your little world, the thrill of fucking in a public place and the new sensation of the skin-on-skin contact fuelling your passion in that moment. The door was locked, but who knew if the staff had their own key to open it? The possibility of getting caught made the whole thing much more exciting. Public sex has always been a fantasy in the back of your mind, something to be ashamed of. With Ashton – it was what started it all.

He grabbed your ass to haul you closer, pulling your legs tightly around his hips to fuck you deeper, and you felt yourself tremble as you realized what you were really doing. Even on that first night protection was priority, and it hasn’t changed since then. But there was a certain excitement that came with not using one – a new level of love and trust that you haven’t felt before. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of feeling him inside you like this from now on, and you buried your face in his neck as his cock dragged against a sensitive spot, making you moan.

”So tight, baby, you grip my cock so good,” Ashton panted against your ear as he fucked you, getting more frantic by the second. ”Want to feel you cum around me, wanna feel you on my skin.”

”Ash… more, please…” you swallowed around another moan, grabbing his hair as you pulled him closer. ”More…”

”Anything, love,” he angled your head up to his, whispering on your lips. ”Anything.”

With the slightest shift of his hips Ash started thrusting into you again, hitting all the spots that made you shiver, and it didn’t take him too long to push you over the edge. The pleasure rushed through you from head to toe, and Ashton didn’t stop with his movements, fucking you through your orgasm, making it last longer as the feeling settled deep inside you. His hips stuttered as he mumbled against your skin, the words getting caught in his throat as he rasped out “beautiful”, “so close” and “mine”. You squeezed around his cock at the last one, the word getting a new meaning as his skin dragged against yours, and you felt his body tremble as he realized the significance of it all as well.

Then Ashton pulled out, leaving you clenching around nothing as he wrapped his hand around his cock, quickly jerking himself to reach his own orgasm. He moaned against your mouth as he finally came, and you felt a sudden shiver run through you as you felt his hot cum on your skin – he’d never done that before. You slumped back against the mirror with a needy little whine, and as you looked at yourself you felt another sound escape your throat. Your reflection showed smeared makeup, lips bitten and lipstick staining your chin. Your dress was wrinkled and still bunched around your waist, with Ashton’s cum slowly dripping over your pussy lips and thighs.

”You are the definition of well fucked,” Ash groaned as he looked at you, unable to take his eyes off of his work. ”Fuck baby, I– fuck.”

He quickly tucked himself back into his pants as you still tried to make sense of the new feelings and thoughts running through your mind. It felt deliciously filthy, having Ashton this way, his cum still sticking to your skin as a reminder, and a sudden urge to have more took over you as you remembered his words, ones maybe none of you realized were said in the heat of the moment. Next time.

”Will you let me? Please?” his lips were on your cheek, peppering kisses against your skin, his question soft, with only a hint of pleading.

”If you’re quick,” you moved your head to brush your lips together, a small smile on your face. ”I need my cuddles.”

Ashton chuckled and stepped back, already focusing his camera on you. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t direct you – he just let you get lost in your afterglow as you leaned against the mirror, following his movements with your eyes. The only sounds in the room were your own heavy breathing and the small clicks coming from the camera as Ashton walked around you, working quickly to capture the moment. These were definitely going into his private collection.

”And what will you call this?” you mumbled against his shoulder as he put his camera down, stepping between your legs to pull you close and hug you to his chest. ”The We fucked in a bathroom series?”

”Filthy Nymph,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hand caressed your back. ”You really are a gorgeous piece of art. Priceless and all mine.”

”Ash,” you grabbed the lapels of his jacket, slightly tugging on them until he looked at you, and you felt your blush darken. ”I– I wanna do this again.”

”This?” he looked around the bathroom, but you shook your head, pushing your face closer to his.

”I want you to fuck me like this again. Without a condom. I– I want to feel you and come around you, and I… want you to come inside me. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

”Fuck, I want that too, baby,” Ash groaned, pressing his lips back against yours in a rough kiss. ”You want it messy? Cause I can definitely give you that.”

”I want all that you can give me,” you nuzzled your face into his neck, sighing happily. ”All of you, Ash.”

”I promise you, you’ll have all of me,” he kissed into your ear, tightening his embrace around you. ”Let’s talk about this at home, okay?”

You nodded against his shoulder, then slowly pulled back to start fixing your appearances. Ash gently cleaned you up, but it took you a few more minutes to get your panties back from him, as he decided that they now belonged to him and you don’t need them when you leave the place. He finally gave them back when you let him take a few more candied shots of you fixing your hair and makeup. Ashton checked the hallway, and when he found it empty, he pulled you after him to sneak back to the exhibit, finishing your round before going back to his place.

”Oh, you two again,” a voice stopped you before you reached the door, and you found Dan grinning from the other end of the hallway. ”Did you get lost?”

”Fucking creep,” Ash mumbled next to you and you needed to stifle your chuckle against his shoulder. ”No, I just wanted to show Y/N that when your pass says all access, it really means that. She thought I made that up.”

”Yeah, perks of the job as we say,” Dan agreed, his eyes landing on you again. ”All access and free entry.”

”Good thing they don’t give out these passes for everything,” you gave him a tight smile. ”Or everyone, for the matter.”

Dan stiffened and a blush crept up his neck at your words, clearly getting caught with where his mind was wandering. Ash patted his shoulder with a laugh, making a comment about seeing him around, then pulled you back to the exhibit, leaving Dan behind.

”Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but that was hot as fuck,” Ashton kissed your cheek as you walked through the rooms, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. ”He loves getting his grabby hands on stuff that aren’t his. Especially girlfriends.”

”Sadly I already gave my all access pass to someone else,” you smiled, tugging on the card hanging around his neck. ”And I don’t really want to get it back.”

”What a lucky dude he is,” Ash grinned, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass. ”I’m sure he likes the perks that come with the job. Like the free entry.”

”You’re gonna get me wet again,” you blushed, feeling your stomach flutter as you thought back to your conversation, already imagining what it would feel like being filled up by him.

”Good. Cause I’m planning on enjoying my boyfriend perks once we get home,” he gave a quick slap against your ass, then with a laugh pulled you back to the erotica section.

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