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in through the out door. [A.I.]
title snatched from the led zeppelin album of the same name
đŞ´roommate!Ash x reader
cancelled plans and a Saturday night in with your roommate, Ashton, brings you to make some rash decisions. ones that you donât necessarily regret.
a/n: iâve been obsessed with the roommate trope since this has been sitting in my drafts. iâve been working on this one for so long im absolutely in love with roomie ash he is my golden boy
heavy inspo from @badomensbaby (iâm obsessed with you)
the gif i put is exactly the ash i pictured for this but feel free to picture whatever era youâd like :3 cocktail chats!ash is vERY GORGEOUS TO ME!
this is a long one, brace yourself. thinking abt making roomie ash into a seriesâ let me know!
CONTENT WARNINGS: fluff nâ smut!, brief mention of smoking, playful banter/pet names, oral (f/m!receiving), size kink (kinda), pnv/riding, praise kink.
WORDCOUNT: ~10.3k
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Stars glistened in the velvety pitch black sky while the pale moonlight trickled down to illuminate your apartment balcony. A perfect summer night, somewhat dictated by cancelled clubbing plans, had now left you stranded.
Okay, stranded may be a bit harsh. You suppose âunsatisfiedâ was a slightly more fitting word to describe the scenario you had been left in.
The cancelled plans in question prompted a late night hang out and smoke session with your long time friend and roommate, Ashton. Also known as, the biggest pain in your fucking ass.
"Heads or tails?"
Ashton was a homebody. Occasionally stepping out of his comfort zone in order to entertain the people he loved, Ashton was no stranger to making quick celebrity appearances at social gatherings. But he was also no stranger to dodging plans and making excuses to stay home and rot.
So when your old friend Luke had texted the two of you in a group-chat saying that plans had gone awry, Ashton had no complaints.
"Why are you asking me that?" you chuckle towards your slightly dazed roommate, sitting crisscross in your wicker patio chair.
"Donât ask. Just pick. Heads, or tails?"
You gnaw on the inside of your cheek for a moment, watching as Ashton tosses a quarter mindlessly in and out of his palm.
Watching the coin occasionally catch the lighting of your balcony made you wish it was some sort of disco ball or strobe light. But then again, there was no possibility of you changing the events that unfolded well over two hours ago, so it was in your best interest to just forget about it.
"Hm. Heads."
"Heads?" Ashton echoes, sitting up slightly in his chair to take a hit of the joint you were splitting.
"Yeah, heads. Donât know why butâ I just feel it."
With an eyebrow raised, he shrugs, before tossing the coin up into the air and catching it with his other hand. He slaps the quarter onto the inside of his wrist; but the up side remains covered by his palm.
"Heads, right?"
"Yeah. Heads. That's what I just said, dumbass."
His side glance to you indicated that your blunt insult had rolled right off of his shoulders. He took in an exaggerated deep breath before removing his palm from the coin.
"Tails."
"No shit. Youâre lying. Show me."
Ashton chuckles and picks up the coin, showing you the tails side of the quarter; the side it had landed on.
"You had a 50/50 shot and you blew it. What are the fucking odds of that?"
Slightly annoyed by this stupid game of chance, you scoff. "Did you really just make a big show of that to make me feel stupid?"
"I wasnât trying to make you feel stupid. Then again, itâs not my fault that you areâ"
You cut him off by shooting him an icy glare. A watch your mouth kind of glare.
"âSometimes. Not all the time."
"Thatâs what I thought⌠Now, pass it. Youâre hogginâ the shit."
Begrudgingly, Ashton does what you had asked of him. He ashes the joint into the ashtray before extending his arm across to you. You pluck the stick from between his fingers with a satisfied smile, before taking a pull yourself.
Ashtonâs mannerisms, although mildly annoying, had become somewhat of a comforting thing to you. You appreciated the way he always did the things you asked him to; despite occasionally putting up a fight about them. He was also very kind when need beâ a shoulder to cry on, an open ear to listen. You lucked out in the friend department, and you couldnât have been any happier with the outcome of the game of chance you played when you asked him to be your roommate.
The second bedroom of that two bedroom apartment couldâve gone to anyone. But Ashton jumped at the chance.
Now that you thought about it; it was kind of like a coin flip. 50/50 odds of success.
"The sky is so fuckinâ clear tonight. I feel like Iâm tripping or something."
You shake your head, briefly knocking you out of your Ash-induced space out, "Nah, I see it too. Itâs like, so clear, that it feels like it shouldnât beâ yâknow?"
Ashton turns to face you, biting back a teasing smile. You return the glance as well. "What? Why're you making that face?"
"Be honest with me. Do you think about the end of your sentences before you say them?"
"Youâre such a dick!" You chuckle, knowing full and well that whatever you had just said indeed made zero sense, "I thought you were too blitzed to notice."
"Iâve got the tolerance of a 100 year old tortoise. Nothinâ gets me that blitzed anymore."
"Thatâs a you problem then. Personally, I could take one wrong hit and be knocked out for the rest of the night. Depends on the day, really."
These kinds of meaningless conversations were, sometimes, the best part of your day. With yours and Ashtonâs lives being so seperate, despite living under the same roof, it was nice to have someone to talk about nothing with.
He was like a palette cleanse. The calm amidst the chaos.
Although, to describe Ashton Irwin as calm was quite a generous compliment.
"How ya' feeling right now? Since it depends on the day, according to you."
Taking his question with careful consideration, you stretch out your legs and arms, before rising to your feet. A blissful sigh falls past your lips while your limbs fall limp, the joint still dangling between your fingertips.
You glance over at him to catch his attention, but he had already been watching.
"I feel fucking fantastic."
"Good to hear," Ashton agrees, "Me too."
"Oh yeah?" you challenge, walking over to the balcony and leaning your elbows onto it to look off and speak into the distant sky, "Whatâs got you feeling so good?"
Thereâs a brief silence that falls over the balcony. One thatâs unbroken; eerily quiet, with nothing else but the rhythmic summer sounds of crickets and cicadas.
Your brows furrow at this deafening pause, bringing you to look over your shoulder back at him.
He was still just staring at you.
With hooded eyelids and a passive smile, Ashtonâs eyes traipse down your body, a glimmer within them that made a pit form in your stomach. A glimmer that you hadnât really noticed until right now.
Maybe it was the lighting from the patio, or the mix of moonlight and a foggy head; but he lookedâ different.
The way his button-down hung loosely off of his shoulders, displaying his sharp collarbones and assortment of stacked necklaces. The way his arms tensed each time he reached up to fiddle with the necklaces in question. It was all putting you into aâ compromising headspace.
His posture was relaxed, yet you sensed a bit of urgency in his eyes. You werenât quite sure where to place it.
The reaction you were having to these small details of his demeanor were making you sick to your stomach; it felt right to break the silence.
"You gonna answer my question? Or are you just gonna stare at me?"
Ashton shakes his head and reverts himself back to eye contact. He blinks a few times, rolling his lips inward as he continues to tamper with his jewelry.
"What? What did you ask me? Mâsorryâ Maybe I am a bit higher than I thought."
You turn around completely so that your back is pressed against the railing of the balcony, giving him your full attention. "I asked whatâs got you feeling so good⌠Guess I just answered my own question."
"Oh," Ashton mumbles, sinking deeper into the cushion he was resting on, "Yeah."
You quietly clear your throat at the awkwardness, due to how evident and absolutely mortifying it felt. Ashtonâs gaze had long left yours and was now staring out into the sky, following the stars while he drummed his fingers mindlessly against the wicker.
Something inside of you was doing summersaults and whatever it was felt oddly new. It was awfully strange how you couldnât seem to pull your eyes away from him, not even for a second.
You didnât even want to attempt asking yourself why suddenly, out of the blue, your roommate and closest friend of 5 years was now looking like a meal ready to be devoured.
Itâd be too complicated.
"What the hell are you looking at?"
Ashton interrupts your slight mental turmoil, his voice low and authoritative.
"Uhâ"
"You were looking at me. Don't do that."
"Oh, so you can look at me, but I can't look at you?"
Your brow furrows, crossing your arms over your chest as you glance down the light hitting the pendant of his necklace.
"It's impolite to stare," Ashton taunts, "And now you're looking at my boobs. How dare you."
"Shut the fuck up! I was not 'looking at your boobs.' I was looking at your fuckin' necklace. God you're such a jackass."
"I hate to break this to you, but someone who wasn't staring at my tits wouldn't get so defensive about it... I don't mind, y'know. With a rack like this, it's hard not to stare."
Ashton pokes his tongue out through his teeth, cupping his pecs with his hands as if he was trying to show off his 'boobs'. You try your hardest not to laugh, suppressing it by chewing on your bottom lip and shaking your head.
"If it makes you feel better," Ashton starts again, sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees, "I stare at your ass all the time."
"Youâ" your breath catches in your throat, taken aback by his admission, "You what?"
"Okay, shit, don't look at me like that... Now I feel judged."
"I'm not judging you," you chuckle, "I justâ didn't think my ass was worth staring at. Plus, I always thought you were more of a boobs kinda' guy."
The tension between you was heating up now, boiling and bubbling over like water on a stovetop.
"Oh, I am. Trust me. 'Stare at those too."
"Ashton!" you squeak, hiding your face in your hands as your cheeks warm pink.
"What?! We've lived together for how many years now? Can't fuckinâ blame me."
The game of ping-pong happening in your head was getting harder to ignore. It could've been the very small amount of weed you'd smoked, or the fact that you've been bored out of your mind since your plans had gotten cancelled, but Ashton was starting to look different.
Very different.
You weren't sure where to step with your next choice of words, but at this point, you really had nothing to lose.
"Is this you finally admitting that you're attracted to me?"
"Hm. Maybe," Ashton replies casually, a bit more casually than you'd anticipated.
"Maybe? Explain."
"Well, you are beautiful. I believe I've told you that before."
Your eyes widen at his compliment, feeling like you were shrinking by the second. "I thought you just said that to shut me up that one time..."
"I may have said it to shut you up but, I did mean it. I'm an honest boy... Notice how you remembered? That's gotta be good for something."
A chill runs down your spine, followed by a genuine, tried-and-true smile. You and Ashton had gone through so, so much together. Breakups, fights between friends, natural disasters; it was easy to let the little things slip past your mind.
But you'd never forget the time he called you beautiful.
"You know Ash, I've never noticed how attractive you are when you're not being a pain in my ass."
Ashton's lip twitches up into a smirk, as if his head had just travelled to where yours has been this entire time.
"I'm flattered. Being a pain in the ass is one of my major selling points."
"Consider me sold," you tease, rubbing your arm as the warm summer breeze flows through the balcony. You watch Ashton's eyes narrow, as he studies your body language with intent. There's a brief pause in time; and Ash seemingly shakes himself out of it with a puff of his chest.
"Ugh, I'm fucking bored," he grumbles, tossing himself back onto the throw pillows.
You nod in agreement, biting your tongue. The next thought to cross your mind was in territory you had vowed to never explore. But it was late, you were pining for something else to do other than stare at him while the tension only continued to grow thicker.
As you said, you had nothing left to lose.
"Me too... wanna fuck?"
Ashton's eyes widen as the world around you justâ stops.
"What?"
Oh, shit.
"Iâ We don't... We don't have to. Itâ was just a suggestion."
Ashton licks his lips, his face morphing as if attempting to process the words that had just left your mouth. You could already feel the sweat rolling down your temples, beginning to regret having asked him at all.
"Youâre fucking with me, arenât you? Yeah, youâre fucking with meâŚ"
You shake your head, having already dug yourself this deep⌠Why not go deeper?
"Mmmh, no. Iâve actually thought about it a few times. Honest."
"Oh my god," Ashton chuckles, momentarily ceasing your rapidly beating heart with its playful air, "youâre such a loser."
"Calling me a loser after Iâd just asked if you wanted to have sex with me⌠Realâ charming."
Your cheeks were hot and your lip was now twitching with anticipation. In an attempt to ease your mind and regain some of your composure, you put the joint out in the ashtray.
It may or may not have also been an attempt to step closer to him.
"Iâm sorry, Iâm sorryâŚâ he scrambles for recovery, âI didnât mean it like that, I justâ If youâve thought about it before, why havenât you said anything?"
"Oh god, can we talk about that another time? If I told you every instance in which Iâd thought about having sex with you, weâd be out here all night."
You were feeling slightly more at ease now after reverting back to your playful energy, although the subject matter was still making you sweat.
Ashtonâs eyes were wide and somewhat bloodshot, akin to how late it was, and now due to the information bomb that you had just dropped onto him. You felt bad for hitting him with it all at once but, if youâd kept it in any longer, you mightâve exploded.
"Would now be a good time to admit that Iâve thought about it too?"
You trill your fingers against your thigh, now with a pit in your stomach, "Yeah, probably. I guess itâs honesty hour."
"Awesome, awesome," Ashton hums, taking in a deep, shaky breath.
"âŚWell?" You couldnât bear to leave the question hanging in the air for any longer.
"Well what?"
"Do you wanna fuck me or not? The offer might expire if you take any longer to answer."
In a hurry, Ashton stands up, wiping his palms on his jeans and adjusting his belt. He looks at you, frantically.
"I mean, shitâ yeah⌠Yeah, Iâm down. Fuck it. Why not?"
A small smile spreads across your cheeks as he steps closer to you, "Good, good⌠Now, donât make me fuckinâ regret this.â
Without giving you any time to process what exactly had just happened, Ashton is barreling towards your legs. He wraps his biceps around your thighs before tossing you over his shoulder, leaving you to dangle with your face and arms hanging above the ground.
"Ash, what the fuck!" you squeal, whacking his back with your hands as he makes it a point to tear open the screen door and start running you through the apartment.
"You told me not to make you regret this!" he giggles, nearing towards, from what you could tell by looking at the floor, his bedroom.
"That didnât mean to fuckinâ oh whatever!" You huff, slightly out of breath, as Ashton fumbles with the doorknob. He kicks the door open, and you laugh at his eagerness.
"Howâs that for a grand entrance?" says Ashton, as he lifts you again to lower you down sideways onto his bed.
"You scared the shit out of me!" you chuckle, regaining your vision as you had become somewhat dizzy.
"My bad. âThought that move would boost my sex appeal."
The two of you laugh for a moment as Ashton gets situated on his bed. He sits with his back nestled against the headboard and you watch sitting at the foot of it, unsure of where to go next.
Once heâs all settled into place, he looks at you with a warm smile before patting the top of his thigh. "Have a seat."
"Donât mind if I do."
With that same smile still plastered onto your face, you crawl over, and straddle yourself onto his lap. His hands remain stagnant at his sides, as do yours. There was an odd feeling swirling in your chest that came along with the closeness, but you couldnât describe it.
"This is weird. I donât think Iâve ever been this close to your face before," Ashton comments, his eyes wavering as they scan the features of your face.
"Yeah⌠To think that weâve been roommates for 5 years and havenât even kissed. Our self control is truly remarkable."
"Well, if itâs still honesty hour, Iâd like to add that Iâve thought about that too."
Ashton swallows. You could feel his hand jittering around down by your calves as he moves the other up to cup your waist.
"Thought about what? Kissing me?"
"Mhm⌠It was that Fourth of July party with Luke and them down at the beachâ a few years ago. I was drunk out of my fuckinâ mind⌠May or may not have rambled to Luke and Cal about how badly I wanted to kiss you on the pier."
"Drunk words are sober thoughts," you grin, feeling more comfortable with his weathered palms grazing your skin. "But thatâs kindaâ sweet. I didnât think you had it in you to be that sweet."
"I feel like if I did it with no buildup it wouldâve been awkward as shit. But, I appreciate the compliment."
You scoff, finally feeling enough confidence built up within you to rest your hand on his neck. "Ash, after all the shit weâve been through, I donât think anything can be awkward between us."
"Well, I guess this can be added to the list of âshit weâve been throughâ, yeah?"
The frantic, nervous energy around you had begun to settle, pooling onto Ashtonâs plus grey comforter. You gaze around the room, taking in all of the details you wouldâve never noticed if it werenât for a moment like this.
"Nice place youâve got here," you comment, your eyes darting around at the various band posters and random findings scattered around Ashtonâs off white walls. Stolen street signs, pushpins serving as necklace holders, birthday cards from yourself and whoever else celebrates with him. It was all so unapologetically him, and it was making you feel a bit sick.
Ashton chuckles at your apprehension, beginning a slow rhythm of drumming his fingers against your hip. "Whyâre you acting like youâve never been in here before? Is someone nervous?"
"Nervous? Me? No, never. Iâm as cool as a cucumber," your lip twitches, your hand traveling from his neck down to rest onto his bare chest. "Although I must say, your chest is fucking hairy."
"You sure youâre not nervous?"
"What makes you think Iâm nervous?" You cannot seem to pull your eyes away from the necklace pendant sitting between his pecs.
"You like to say random shit when youâre nervous. I know you a lot better than you think, bubs."
You freeze at the nickname, the one Ashton had lovingly coined you with a few years back; it seemed different coming out of his mouth now, speaking on the fact that you were inches away from his face and straddling his lap.
A lot of things felt different now.
"Youâre right, shit. Iâm sorry⌠I swear Iâm not usually like this Iâ Iâm normally a lot sexierâ"
"Is it different âcause itâs with me? Because we donât have to do this ifâ"
"Noâ" you cut him off abruptly, shaking your head with a reassuring smile, "I want to. I wannaâ do this. With you. Itâ it was my idea after all. No backing out now."
The rhythmic tapping of his fingers on your hipbone had turned into a gentle, soothing rub. It was oddly relaxing, the way his fingertips felt brushing against you.
It had even distracted you enough not to notice how his resting hand had traveled up to your waist to match the other.
"So⌠do we justâ go for it?" Your voice comes out a bit shakier than youâd planned.
Ashtonâs lips weave into a straight line, a sardonic look in his eye, masked with obvious amusement. It was clear he was entranced by your awkward charm.
"I dunnoâ. I didnât really think this far ahead."
That comment earns a smile out of you, you whack his chest gently which is proceeded by a soft âowwâ from Ashton.
"We should stop talking. Maybe thatâll help," you suggest.
Ashton nods, his eyes fixed on your lips as he pulls his own to the side, "I like that idea⌠Any idea to get you to stop talking is a great idea to me."
"Fuckinâ dick," you tut, watching that smile of his turn into something a bit more wicked, "Maybe if you stopped being an asshole, I wouldâve kissed you by now."
"Whatâs with all the âmaybeâs? Maybe this, maybe that⌠Youâre all bark and no bite. Thatâs what it sounds like."
"OrâŚ" You trail a seductive finger down to the first fastened button of his shirt, "âŚMaybe youâre nervous too, and youâre stalling."
Ashton shifts beneath you, adjusting his hips to meet yours and suddenly the feeling of his body is threatening to pull a soft whimper from your throat. He notices the subtle notch in your brow, and the way his touch affects you.
Oh, who are you kidding. Nothing about you goes unnoticed around him.
"Not stalling, no. Just wanna make sure your head doesnât pop off your shoulders from how fuckinâ nervous you are."
You donât respond to his comment. Instead, you just fiddle with his shirt collar, your mind already racing at the thought of the events threatening to unfold. Despite your timid manner, Ashton speaks again.
"Bubs, if you wanted me to take the lead, you shouldâve just said so."
There was something swirling in the pit of your stomach now, that tension from before reclaiming its rightful place above your heads. You tilt your head to the side and admire his plump, rosy lips; the shades of fern and honey spilling into his irises and making them shimmer.
This newfound infatuation was becoming an issue.
Without another word, and no sense of anything else to do, you lean in slowly. You could feel as Ashton holds his breath the moment you start to tilt your head forward. But rather than closing the space between your lips and his, you place a quick kiss on his cheek.
You pull away. Ashton chuckles.
"That was cute."
"Shut up," you mutter, heat instantly rushing to the apples of your cheeks.
Ashton then leans in as well, that same, agonizingly slow speed in which you did, and pushes a gentle kiss onto your cheek.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"How would this be making fun of you? Iâm just reciprocating what youâre comfortable with."
At this point you canât seem to control the way your words are just falling from your mouth, "Well, I know Iâve kissed your cheek before, I thinkâ it was probably a really long time ago. I thought it would be easier than to just go for it all at once. Because then if I did, Iâdâ"
Just as youâre rambling on and on about everything and nothing at the same time, Ashton places his index finger onto your lips, smushing them together and instantly shutting you up.
"Y/N. Please. Stop talking."
You pout, feeling him switch that index finger to a thumb, and use the rest to cup your chin. He drags that same thumb down your bottom lip, slightly parting your mouth and drawing a very, very quiet whimper out of you.
"Let me take the lead, alright? You trust me?" he asks, eyes earnest and longing.
"Mhm," you reply, melting like ice cream on a hot summer day.
"Good," he hums, satisfied, still holding your chin loosely, "Now câmere."
It felt as though there was an entire galaxy of stars and planets behind your eyes and you pinch them shut, leaning in to finally bridge the gap between your lips and his. The first touch felt like a flame igniting in your chestâ the taste of him a lot sweeter than youâd imagined.
And youâd imagined this a lot more than youâd ever admit.
He hums into you, that hand once stagnant on your hips now wandering up and down your sides. The kiss itself was slow, yet the fervor behind your wordless exchange was picking up pace. And fast.
You couldnât even process how quickly the kiss began to deepen, his tongue now exploring and tangling with yours.
There was something deeply satisfying about kissing Ashton; like an itch you were just dying to scratch. You felt so comfortable in this satisfaction, enough to lace your hands around his neck and up into his cleanly cut curls.
Your hips were working on their own time, subtly grinding down into his crotch and creating friction that just felt like heaven. It was an indescribable feeling.
Ashton pulls away suddenly, leaving you to stammer slightly and a small sigh to slip past your throat.
"Iâve gotta get this off of you," he comments, tugging at the hem of your tee.
"Ditto," you smile, wordlessly beginning to undo each button of his shirt, as far as you could reach.
It was now a frenzy of undressing one another; soft giggles and glimmering smiles with each article of clothing removed until it was down to his boxers and the underwear you had blindly picked out of your drawer this morning. But despite the unfortunate pair of briefs, Ashtonâs fond gaze remained.
"If I knew this was happening, I wouldâve put more effort into picking out my shit this morning," you say, reclaiming your place on his lap.
"It doesnât matter to me, bubs," he quips, taking his broad palms and cupping your ass above your underwear, "They wonât be on for much longer."
"Youâve got quite the mouth on you Fletch," you giggle, taking in how obscenely he was biting down on his bottom lip, "Might have to put it to good use tonight."
Before you could blink or even think of another word to say, Ashton is cracking down his palm onto your asscheek, echoing a loud, playful smack.
"Way ahead of you, smartass."
The kiss from before picks back up in a frenzy, like it was some competition of who could bite the shit out of each otherâs lip faster. You loved the energy that he was exuding; his demeanor and playfulness still remaining the same while driving you absolutely up the walls in arousal all at once.
"My God, you kiss like an angelâ"
The words tumble past Ashtonâs lips and knock into yours, the compliment instantly reddening your cheeks.
"Youâre just saying stuff. Stop being stupid," you whine, feeling your decorum slipping through your fingertips as they traced circles up and down his jaw.
"Iâm not saying this all to humor you, you know. As Iâve said a million times, Iâm an honest man."
"Youâre really beating the shit out of that dead horse, Ash. How many times in a night are you gonna call yourself honest?" You canât help but giggle, overwhelmed by the feeling of his skin.
"If youâre gonna call my bluff, then Iâm gonnaâ keep reinstating the fact that Iâm honest. Humble brag."
You puff your lips, swatting him on the chest and letting his silver chain catch onto your finger, "Whatever."
Ashton pauses all movements for a moment, examining your face. You could see his pupils and how they doubled in size the moment they reached your collarbone.
"Wanna start pickinâ up the pace here. Iâm getting quite frustrated."
"Sexually? Or are you frustrated with the fact that your roommate is super fucking hot?"
He scrunches his nose, a dimple poking out at the bridge of it, "You say Iâve got a mouth on me butâ it seems like you learned from the best.
"The walls in this apartment are pretty thin," you admit sheepishly, half embarrassed, half aroused, "I hear everything."
"Is that right?" he quizzes, his hands slowly traveling down your waist to the tops of your thighs.
"Yup. I hear it all."
Although you had never pictured yourself and Ashton to be presented with a situation similar to the one you were in now, a flutter taps through your chest as you recall the many nights youâd spend with your head buried in your pillows. Attempting, and failing, to drown out the sounds of Ashtonâs late-night callers.
"And how does that make you feel? Does itâ bother you?"
As his question trails off, you feel his hands creeping closer to the inside of your thigh. The sensitive skin that hadnât been paid any attention since the last time youâd landed yourself a hook-up, a few months ago.
"N-no. Doesnât bother me. Not that much, at least."
"Well if the sound of my headboard smacking against the wall doesnât bother you, itâs gotta make you feel something, no?"
You didnât want to lay out all of your cards, or give him the opportunity to use this shared experience against you in a moment of weakness. If you were more honest with both Ashton and yourself, youâd tell him that the feeling you get when you hear those animalistic noises could only be described as curiosity. Fascination.
And a dash of jealousy.
"Iâm indifferent," you shrug, ignoring that wandering hand of his, "I turn my music up louder when I know you have someone over."
"Ah, but you see. Thatâs not what I hear. Youâre as quiet as a mouse when Iâve got company around. Seems to me like maybe youâre interested in what youâre hearing. Or maybeâ youâre listening."
Your jaw falls agape at his brusqueness, "Am not! I would never thatâsâ thatâs fucking weird!"
He seemed to be growing fond of how uncomfortable he was making you, but that feeling faded away when his face melted into a smile.
"Iâm just messing with you. I couldnât give a shit if you were listening. Although, the thought of it is creating commotion in my lower halfâ the more I think about it."
"Youâre such a loser," you chuckle, "Put that lip youâre giving me to good use and just kiss me instead."
With no complaints or comebacks, Ashton obliged. You hated how redundant it felt to keep leaning back in for that same kiss over and overâ but a part of you couldnât help it. After thinking about what it would be like to kiss your best friend, and now getting to actually experience it:
Youâll never look back again.
In a daze, you dismantle Ashtonâs lap. You arenât sure what brings you to do this but itâs explained by how quickly he was able to aid you in slipping out of your underwear. The two of you giggle, you smile into the kiss, all of the endearing little things that made kissing him so worth it. You even managed to fully switch places without letting your lips disconnect.
Not even for a second.
"I really like kissing you." Ashton reads your thoughts, as he does quite frequently.
"Me too," you breathe, staring into those glittery sage eyes as they bore into you from above.
âWe should just kiss for forever, maybe.â
âOh my God,â a giggle slips past your lips, âIâve bewitched you.â
The warmth of Ashtonâs body on top of yours was compensating for all of the corny, seemingly lovesick nonsense the two of you were spewing. His laughter alone made tiny little goosebumps surface across your arms as you hooked them around his neck and let your fingers get lost in his curls.
âBewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered,â Ashton begins to hum a familiar tune, his voice rich like dark chocolate and flying in through one ear and right out of the other. You canât help but laugh, overcome with emotions that you havenât felt in quite a long time.
âYou know, I always forget that you can sing.â
He ends his brief song by burying his face into the crook of your neck, starting an eager trail of open mouth kisses down to the base of your throat. His body moves sultrily in tandem with the rhythm of his kisses, his head nearing towards the valley of your breasts.
âCan I kiss you here?â
His eyes perk up to meet yours, momentarily drawing you out of blissful sighs. He uses his index finger to point at your chest, awaiting your permission.
âMhm. You can kiss me theeereâŚ.â
He follows orders. You decide to play along.
âAnd you can kiss me heeeereâŚ.â You move his index finger towards the top of your left breast, pointing at your nipple.
Ashtonâs gaze flickers with a pinch of excitement, lips hovering over towards where you had directed him. Without breaking eye contact, he lowers his parted lips to engulf your nipple, and begins to suck on it gently.
That first wave of euphoria rips through your body as he works away at you, his tongue swirling around the bud with purpose. You knew he was a boobs guy but shit, you didnât know the extent of it. His other hand finds the breast that he had left unattended, massaging it delicately as he teased you with his tongue.
"Jesus Christ, Ashâ" your sentence is broken off by your breath getting caught in your throat as he grazes your nipple with his teeth.
A satisfied hum leaves his chest, and he briefly pulls away.
âCan I leave marks on you? Please, God that is so fuckinâ sexy.â
âMhmm. Sure, do whatever you want, justâ"
The moment your permission hits his ears, heâs biting down on the top of your breast and drawing harsh breath from your throat. Surely heâd leave a hickey or two in his trail.
Ashton continues his path of love bites, all of them turning a deep mauve the moment his lips leave the surface of your skin. You thrum in amusement, happy with the pretty douses of color and silently pleading for more of them.
âFuck,â he mutters, taking a moment to admire his handiwork and trailing his thumb across a particular hickey left on your chest, âI did quite a number on you, didnât I?â
âEveryoneâs gonna make fun of me, I hope you know.â
âIf they have anything to say about my artwork, they can take their questions up with the artist, mâkay?â
Ashtonâs body was nearing dangerously close to where you were pulsing for him the most. You toss your head back into the pillows when Ashton leaves a few more kisses beside your navel, he was moving awfully meticulously and a part of you was growing impatient.
âAshtonââ you croak out, watching his lips meander down to the top of your thigh as he slots himself between your legs.
âI know, bubs. I know. Getting a bit needy now, arenât we?â
âOh Christ, Ash, donât say it like that,â you attempt to hide your flushed cheeks behind your hands, âIâm not that selfish.â
Ashton doesnât allow your expression to be hidden, so he takes it upon himself to reach up and pry your fingers away from it.
âMmmm, greedy. Is that a better word?â
You scoff, âGod no, thatâs even worse.â
âDesperate?â
âFuck no.â
âHow about you give me an, âAshton, I need youâ?â
He smiles the moment his hands come in contact with the soft skin of your inner thigh. Maybe he thought distracting you with jokes and mockery would help put your mind at ease.
âYour impression of me is shitty.â
âI disagreeâ I think itâs spot on,â he defends, settling into his stomach, âUnless, you wanna prove me wrong.â
âAnd how would I do that?â
âWell, youâve gotta say it. Duh.â
You roll your eyes, fighting the urge to grab ahold his taunting face as he hooks his arms around the backs of your thighs. Heâs now face to face with your core and quite honestly, you donât think youâd ever been this wet before. Not for anyone.
Hm.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a low groan, ââExcuse me for being vulgar but fuck, youâve got such a pretty pussy.â
His words make you bite down on your lip, and your tongue; the chokehold he had on you in this given moment was beyond doubt. You couldnât find any semblance of a thought to give him, so you just moaned in delight.
âCan I taste you? Please? Iâll make you feel so goodâ God, youâre just dripping for me, arenât you?â
âAshtonââ you warn, not entirely sure if you were warning him, or yourself.
âAre you gonna say it?â
âFor fuckâs sake,â you roll your eyes, sick of the pestering and condescending questions, âsay what?!â
âIâve been between your legs for less than a minute and youâve already forgotten what Iâd asked you to say! You are unbelievable.â
You could feel the warmth of his words with each breath he took radiating onto your skin, and the thought of him refusing to just indulge you was making you want to bitch and moan.
âGod you are so annoying,â you whine, âcanât you justââ
âJust what? Eat you out âtil youâre begging me for mercy? Is that what you want?â
âIâd prefer that instead of sitting here with your head between my thighs while you argue with me, yeah! This is kind of unfair!â
Ashton tuts softly at your whining, clicking his tongue with a shake of his head. His cheeks lift into a sinister smile as he drags his fingers along the tops of your thighs.
âWell, I hate to be the one to tell you this but, life isnât fair. Not everybody gets what they want, yâknow?âŚâ
Ashtonâs new game of hard to get, easy to slap was making you seethe. You didnât think heâd take your typical, platonic bickering into the bedroom. Especially in such a high stakes situation.
But you figured out this mental game he was pulling fairly quickly, when he gazed sharply into your eyes and muttered these words:
ââŚAnd if you want it, youâve gotta fuckinâ beg for it.â
His eyes flickered with challenge while yours continued to flutter at him with hopelessness. Desperation, at best. You never thought youâd be begging Ashton for anything more than something as mundane as washing the dishesâ
But hey, life is strange.
âAshton, pleaseââ his words are getting to your head the more you think about what his felt like between your thighs, âI need you.â
âSay it like you meeeeaannn iiiit.â
His mocking, singsongy tone couldâve earned him a crack to the jaw on any normal day. But now, he was slowly creeping his hands towards the most sensitive portion of your inner thigh. Enough gentle touching from him couldâve sent you into orbit right then and there.
âAshton, I want you. Iâ I need you.â
He cracks another menacing smile, fingertips digging into your flesh and leaving etchings in their place. That face of his was a tell all: this was the end of the beginning.
âAttaâ fuckinâ girl.â
Immediately, Ashtonâs head tips down, his tongue dragging slowly across your folds in a motion that sends electricity bolting through your veins. You pant slightly, the sounds you were sure he was listening for trapped somewhere in your larynx.
He repeats this taunting act, eyes closed in bliss. So you take it upon yourself to bury your hands into his curls and pull a moan from his chest.
His skilled tongue was unrelenting, showing absolutely no mercy as he moved it around your clit. You became more confident in the sounds you were making, letting whimpers fly past your lips as you tugged at his curls
âMmmhhh, fuck,â you groan, hoping your words would pull some sort of reaction out of him. On cue, Ashtonâs head pops up slightly, and he makes it a point to replace that nimble tongue with his fingers.
âYou like that, donât you?â
âYes,â you reply breathlessly, twirling one of those curls around your finger as his makes circles around your clit.
âMmm, yeah you fuckinâ do⌠Mind if I get a little rough with you, bubs?â
You blink slowly, watching him stare you down through hooded eyes that were complimented by sun kissed cheeks and freckles. There was no way you could say no to that face, especially since heâd asked so politely.
âOâokay, yeah. Thatâ thatâs fine.â
âYou sure? Donât want you to be uncomfortable. Jusâ say the word and Iâll slow downââ
âNoâ God, no. Please, donât slow down.â
The words came out of your mouth faster than you could process them, sweat instantly beading across your forehead as Ashtonâs face lifted into a smile. Something sinister was behind that damned smile and always had been.
Youâd just never really picked up on it âtill now.
That smile of his faded away between your thighs and the sounds of your heartbeat were quickly drowned out by moans and cries. Ashton dove back in to indulge in you, locking his biceps around your legs and pulling you tight.
âHoly shit Ashtonâ Youâ Fuck!â
Ashton does nothing but hum in delight. If only you could see his smug expression beneath the valley of your breasts, but you were glad his mouth was occupied by something other than being a sarcastic piece of shit.
You were thoroughly enjoying how knowledgeable he was of you already; he picked up on all of your signs right away. Obviously, he knew you like the reflection in the mirror and he knew just how much you enjoyed the gentle suckling at your clit and occasional nips on the insides of your thighs.
âAsh,â you pant out, weakened by his tongue, âIâm really fuckinâ closeââ
âHm? What?â
As your stomach bubbled over and made it feel like your insides were coming to a boil, he just fucking stops.
âWhyâd you stop?!â your voice was rather whiny, âWhat the fuck?!â
âOh my God,â Ashton chuckles at your desperate verbiage, watching your pussy twitch inches away from his face, âYou are such a brat. I stopped for like, two seconds.â
âYou fucker! I was so clââ
Before you could even finish your thought, Ashton is dipping back into you roughly. He swiftly unhooks one of his arms from your shaky thigh and slips a finger inside of you, working it in tandem with his tongue to cross you over the finish line.
You yelp, his actions catching you by surprise. As punishment for letting you think heâd edged you, you reach down and dig your nails into his shoulders. Faint red lines start to appear across his tanned skin and his body tenses up, back muscles flaring angrily.
A smile spreads across your face while your eyes roll back into your head, Ashton working circles around your clit with his tongue while fucking into you with not one, but two fingers. He was determined to make you cum, even if your sharp, baby blue nails were leaving cat scratches across his shoulder blades.
ââAshton, fuck!â
One last shout of his name for good measure had you hurling over the edge. Right as your orgasm is in full throttle, those dreamy jade eyes pop up to meet yours. You make it a point to stare back into them, giving him a show with your pouty, swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
âOh my god, holy shitâ what the fuck,â you sigh. Both Ashtonâs fingers and tongue had come to a slowdown, riding you through your high like he was on your back with a saddle. You giggle at the blissful feeling, letting it be known that you were grateful for the attention he had paid to you with a pat to his now sweaty forehead.
âWhere the hell did you learn how to do all of that?â
Ashton finally lifts his head up with a smile, still gently caressing your thigh with that calloused hand of his as his face drips with your arousal.
âA magazine.â
âI think that was the best orgasm Iâve ever had in my fucking life.â
As shameful as it was to admit such a thing, Ashton didnât seem to mind the compliment. You watched in real time as his cheeks turned rosy, not long before he shook his head to brush you off.
âThat means whoever youâre sleeping with must really fuckinâ suck,â he comments, shrugging as if it were nothing.
âHey,â you defend, âitâs not my fault they suck.â
Although this conversation was bringing you back down to earth in some aspects, every other piece of it felt so damn domestic. Romantic. Comfortable. You were able to run your fingers through his hair and push the rogue curls out of his eyes without fear of judgment.
âIt kind of is, bubs,â Ashton was now making his way out from between your legs to join you back at the top of the mattress, âYouâve picked some real winners.â
His tone oozes sarcasm but that post-orgasm headspace made anything that left his mouth attractive to you. You giggle softly, dismissing him with your hand as you watch him get comfortable and prop his head up on his arm.
âOh my God, remember that one guy with the fucking digeredoo? Iâm sure he was justâ phenomenal in bed.â
âOkay well, playing an instrument takes a lot of skill. Plus, he was hot and bought me a milkshake after the bar. How could I say no?â
You and Ashton were now side by side once again, his eyes raking across your body and sneaking glances down at your wet lips as you spoke. âIf thatâs all it takes to win you over, maybe instead of laying here next to you I should be out waiting in line for a milkshake.â
âFuck a milkshake,â you scoff, turning yourself to face him and mirroring his position, âI could lay here all night.â
âReally?â Ashtonâs eyes light up. You didnât think youâd find that endearing but then again, here you are, lying next to him after heâd just whipped you through space and time.
âYeah. I mean, what else is there to do?â
âI could think of a few things,â he trails off, glancing you up and down, âRound one barely even started. Just sayinâ.â
You bite your lip while gazing at him through hooded bedroom eyes. He now seemed to be mesmerized by the small bit of mascara that had begun running down the side of your cheek, stuck on the little black streaks before he took his thumb, licked it, and tried to wipe them off.
âAsh, ew,â you pull away, âWhyâd you do that?â
âOh please grow up, my head was just between your fuckinâ legs.â
âFair point,â you puff, face still scrunched at him before you flop onto your back with a sigh.
Thereâs a brief pause between the two of you as you stare up at Ashtonâs ceiling fan. He stayed still by your side, taking his index finger and tracing small shapes on your shoulder.
âDamn, was it really that good? Like, âstare at my ceiling fan and ponder your lifeâ good?â
You glance over at his big, needy eyes. His face still flushed with sweat but his gaze telling you more than he ever could. âWhatâs wrong with pondering life? You wanna go again?â you ask, knowing the answer already.
âWell, yeah. That sure as hell beats staring at the ceiling. But only if youâre up for it. âWouldnât wanna kick you while youâre already down, yâknow?â
âWhy are you treating us hooking up like a sporting event?â you chuckle, capturing his hand in yours and rubbing circles across his knuckles.
âIt kind of is one except weâre likeâ playing on the same team⌠and we both win every game.â
He glances down at your hand with a smile and all you could do was laugh at him through your nose, âYouâre fucking stupid.â
âMmmm, I know.â
In no time, your lips are back on his and heâs pulling you into his chest. The cool metal of his necklace pendant brushes between your breasts and reminds you of what started this whole endeavor. His hands roam your body, every single dip and curve until the only thing he could reach for was something he was already familiar with. You smiled into his mouth, simply because you could.
âYour lips are like sugar,â Ashton grumbles, his words knocking into your teeth as he brushes a lock of your hair out of your face.
âThanks. Cherry chapstick.â
Ashtonâs lips are eager, the kiss is red hot; youâre so ready to experience him fully and that excitement is proven by the quickness of you knocking him onto his back and sliding over to mount his lap.
âI think I like you better from this angle,â Ashton coos, running his hands down the tops of your thighs while youâre straddling his hips.
âWhat, like I donât look good from every angle?â you tease back, feeling more confident in your prowess and sexual nature.
âSomething about you on top of meâ holy shit. If I could take a picture of you right now all fucked out nâ messyâŚ. Iâd get it framed and hang it right above the fuckinâ mantle.â
âYouâre not too bad yourself, Fletch,â you run your finger down his chest and make the conscious effort to grind your hips down into his groin, âSex looks amazing on you.â
âYouâre such a little minx,â he grumbles, rolling his eyes, âitâs almost painful to look at you right now.â
âShould I take that as a compliment?â
You couldnât pull your eyes away from Ashtonâs plump lips. God they were just soâ inviting. If it were socially acceptable to skip the whole sex part and stare at him all night until the sun came up, you absolutely would.
Not that there were any methods to Ashtonâs madness, but after hearing him speak so highly about how he performs in bed, you kind of wanted to find out more for yourself.
âSure, why not. Y/N, you make my dick hurt. Take that how you will.â
âIâm honored, actually. Thank you Ashton.â
Your voice is sultry, pulling your words like soft taffy and making sure they sounded just as sweet. You wanted him to get a taste of this more demure side of you, and also make sure that he never forgets it.
Not many more words are exchanged before youâre dipping down to kiss the center of his chest. Right next to the necklaces that had you tongue tied out on the balcony. He groaned at the action, hands traversing up your thighs and towards your ass to give it a tight, reassuring squeeze.
A few more kisses down the line lead you to the top of his naval. You planted another feathery kiss right above it, for good luck, and shivered as his hands moved with you down his body.
âOh, I know exactly where youâre headed, bubs. You think youâre slick,â Ashton tries to hide the pillowy shades of pink that fell against his cheeks when your teeth grazed the band of his boxers. But all you could do at that moment was smile.
âMâ not doing anything wrong, am I?â you ask, eyes wide and doe-like as you slip a finger beneath the fabric to tease at his happy trail.
âNo no, nothing wrongâŚâ His words trail off, getting lost somewhere in the room. He tosses his head back and you watch those caramel curls just flop against the pillow.
Truth be told, you were intimidated by Ashton. But only in the moment where heâd taken off his jeans and was left in his underwear. You stared down at the sizable bulge, eyes still wide, wondering what was hidden beneath that red and black checked plaid.
You take a moment to let him adjust to your new position, and run a gentle hand across where the fabric hilled. He was hard, really fucking hard. Almost twitching out of the slit in his boxers.
âAhh, shitââ Ashton hisses at the contact.
âSensitive?â
âYou could say that, yeah.â
When you take his length out fully, you stare at it for a moment. Gazing down at its size and realizing now that all the sounds youâve heard through the drywall of your neighboring rooms may not have been an exaggeration.
âHoly shitââ you catch your tongue, biting back a smile as you take him in a fistful.
âWhat?â
âYouâre really fucking big.â
The corners of Ashtonâs mouth tug up into a catty smile, his tongue jutting out to wet his bottom lip before letting out a satisfied sigh.
âSay that again for me, pleaseâ?â
âDonât test your luck, Fletch.â
After taking a moment to find your confidence back, you slowly ease his leaky tip into your mouth. Ashton hums on contact, body tensing and muscles contorting beneath you as you start a slow rhythm of bobbing your head up and down.
âFuck,â he whines, brushing the hair that had fallen rogue out of your face, âLook at me. Pleaseâ fuckinâ look at me.â
Your attention snaps to his desperate plea and you find his face through your messy hair. His lips were parted, forming a perfect, angelic expression that looked like he was floating on a cloud. When the eye contact meets, those O shaped lips melt into a smile.
âYeah, just like that,â he praises, watching you take his cock fully down your throat and bat your eyelashes as if it were no big deal, âKeep goinâ, keep goinââ God you are just perfect, arenât you?â
Something about Ashtonâs merciful compliments made your core throb even more so than when his head was nestled between your thighs. You loved the way those pretty praises sounded rolling off his tongue, and were now just as eager to hear what else he wanted to say.
âCan yâ take it all?â He asks, knowing damn well you were too occupied to reply.
The only sound you could muster was a weak âmmmhfâ, before youâre ducking your head down completely to the point where the tip of his cock was knocking into the back of your throat. He moans, you moan; itâs a cadence of obscenities. âOh my God, Y/N. Hooooly shitââ
You keep your head down for as long as you could take it, swirling your tongue around his length and drawing yourself back up to his tip.
âAhhh, shitâ I canâtâ No. Come up here. Come up here right fuckinâ now.â
Ashton grabs your head, gently yet effectively pulling your mouth off of his cock. A trail of saliva follows your lips, your face now burning up as you wince at the lack of him filling your throat.
âI need to fuck you,â Ashton continues, his mind working faster than his body at pulling you up to be level with his face again and getting you straddled onto his waist.
âGod, please doâ I donât think I couldâve waited much longer.â You admit, with not a single lick of shame, knocking your sweaty foreheads together as he blindly reaches over at his side into his nightstand.
âYou like that, huh? You like it fast nâ rough? I knew it, I knew you didââ
âWeâre a lot more alike than you think, Ash,â you breathe out, interrupting your own thought to press a rushed kiss onto his cheek, âYou just gotta start paying more attention.â
Eventually, Ashton finds a condom in his drawer and slams it shut with his elbow. He holds the packet between your hurried faces, taking the corner of it to his teeth and ripping it open in one motion.
âI didnât even have to ask,â you bellow, giggling softly as he hands the condom to you to do the honors, âWhat a gentleman.â
âYeah yeah, whatever,â he rolls his eyes and watches you move down to place the condom where it needed to be, âIâm a gentleman regardless of circumstance.â
After successfully getting the condom onto him, Ashton was back on cloud nine. His face came to a pinch when you lent him a few warm up strokes and shifted back to line him up with your entrance.
âYou are so goddamn sexy, Y/N,â he mumbles, gazing at you with hungry eyes.
âReally? Tell me again.â
As he opens his mouth to follow your instruction, you sink down onto his cock without warning. A gasp chokes at your larynx as the feeling of him filling you up fogs your senses.
âOhhh, oh myââ
Youâre grasping at straws to say something, slowly swiveling your hips and feeling his length twitch inside of you like the missing piece of a puzzle. Ashtonâs hands fly to your hips and stay there, squeezing you tightly enough to leave bruises in the place of his fingertips.
Your motions start off slow, the two of you in momentary shock at the overwhelming sensation; but Ashton doesnât stay still for very long. He wants to know what you look like when you ride him, how those tits heâs always catching himself staring at bounce as you sway to the rhythm that he claims.
He snaps his hips up into you for the first time, which makes you cry out, a bit louder than anticipated. On instinct, you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the noise. But Ashton wasnât having that either.
âScream for me, baby. I know you want to,â he muses, through bated breaths as his snapping hips become relentless, âScream my fucking name.â
Although Ashton referring to you as âbabyâ caught you a little off guard, you could do nothing else but oblige to his request. You whine, you grunt, you moan, calling out and watching it echo and bounce across Ashtonâs off white walls until the only sound left in the room was his name.
âAttaâ girl, yeah. You fuckinâ like that? Yeah you do. Look atâ yaâ.â
âAshton, oh my God. Fuck meâ harder.â
Your command makes his grip on your hips tighten, âHarder?â
âFor the love of God, yes. Fuck me harder!â
The sounds of slapping skin and Ashtonâs shaky old headboard banging against the walls seemed to drown out any more of those obscene noises; but your senses were heightened enough to the point where you could hear them all loud and clear. You toss your head back, hair wild and unkempt as the two of you find the perfectly rough rhythm of your hips.
âAshton, holy shitââ
âYeah baby, yeah, thatâs itâ cum for me again. Fuckinâ, shitââ
Ashtonâs greedy hands fly right up to your chest. He takes your breasts in a handful as you ride him, allowing you to ride yourself all the way through your second and final orgasm of the evening.
An exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you watch his release, in almost perfect unison with yours. His cock twitches inside of you once more and leaves you feeling sensitive, a bit worn out. But you didnât care about the fact that youâd felt like youâd just run a marathon.
All that mattered was that you felt closer to Ashton than ever.
âJesus Christ, Ash,â you moan out, dropping your hands to his chest as you lift yourself off of his cock.
âMmmfââ he winces at the loss of your pussy clenched around him, his next words a bit strained, âitâs a good thing we donât have any more roommates. Youâre like a fuckinâ tornado siren.â
And there was the Ashton you knew and loved; back with a witty comment to top off the evening of multiple orgasms and your new discovery of a praise kink.
âCharming, Ash. Realâ fuckinâ charming.â
Giggles and more banter filled the space around you as Ashton offered to get you cleaned up. He ran through the apartment, naked, collecting up the necessary ingredients for the perfect aftercare session and making sure you had everything you needed to feel comfortable in the aftermath.
âThink youâll be able to walk right tomorrow?â Ashton chuckles, his knee dipping down into the mattress as he hands you a glass of water.
âI could ask you the same question.â
âWell, to answer that question, Iâll be fine. Someoneâs gotta carry you around if your legs donât work, right?â
You laugh at him, swatting his bare shoulder and taking a sip of that ice cold water.
The rest of the hour was pure, unadulterated bliss. You hadnât even bothered to check the clock whilst Ashton cleaned you up with a warm washcloth and basically dressed you in your sleep shirt and pajama shorts. You were just happy to know that he was willing to take care of you, whether it be as a friend, or a hookup for the night.
The two of you laid side by side in bed, talking about life, in a philosophical and stupid sense; basically anything and everything before his head plopped down onto the pillows like it were made of bricks.
âUgh, now Iâm bored,â he whines, fighting a smile as he gazes into your wide eyes. Ashton was always one for a callback, but this one seemed oddly intentional.
You look back at him with challenge, running your fingers through his loose curls and dragging your index finger across his sharp cheekbone âYou know what you should do?â
âWhat?â
âYou should go get me that milkshake.â
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masterlist ;)
Smut:Â
Ashton: Ashton x Reader
Corrupt -> here
Freedom -> here
Punishment -> here
Too Hot -> here
Youngblood -> here
Unknown (story) | masterlist
Calum: Calum x Reader
Beautiful to Me -> here
Close -> here
Cocky -> here
Coworkers -> part one | part two
Club -> part one
Kinky -> here
Office Slut -> here
Roommates -> part one
Luke: Luke x Reader
Good Enough -> here
Golden Boy -> here
No Shame -> here
Worship -> here
Valentine -> here
#96 -> here
Michael: Michael x Reader
Afterglow -> here
Twitch -> here
Threesomes:
Cake: Luke x Calum x Reader
Have It Your Way -> here
Pool Part -> here
Choked (Have It Your Way 2) -> here
Lashton: Luke x Ashton x Reader
Be a Good Girl For Us -> here
Cashton:Â Calum x Ashton x Reader
Hot Tub -> here
Malum:Â Michael x Calum
Dare or Dare -> here
One Way or Another -> here
Fluff/Angst:
Ashton:
model -> here
moments | https://sinning5sos.tumblr.com/post/181472576794/moments-ashton
dating Ash would include -> part one
best years | part one
Calum:
back again | part one
best friends | part one
talk to me -> here
moments | part one
dating Calum would include -> part one
Luke:
Christmas gift -> here
piano lessons -> here
dating Luke would include -> part one
ghost of you -> here
stay -> here
Michael:
angst -> here
decisions -> here
dating Michael would include -> part one
Blurbs:
Calum:
surprise
lazy Saturday morning
thanksgiving
riding him
wedding blurb
punishment
father-to-be -> here
daddy Calum + stepmom
Ashton:
sugar baby -> part one
father-to-be -> here
birthday
how he knew -> here
possessive
Luke:
netflix & chill
teasing you
travel
attention
Christmas proposal
stand still
blowjob
boyfriend
fingers
father-to-be -> here
Michael:
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Dark!Calum Hood x Fem!Reader Summary: Requested! He doesn't usually get his hands dirty, but no one messes with you. Warnings: Swearing & light bar fight violence Word Count: little under 1.2k (not proofread) Copyright Š 2024 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
He's here, for the third time this week.
He sits at the bar, fifth seat down from the first, closest to me. I never got his name the first time he came in, and he never got mine.
He stares up at the television on the wall above the liquor, pretending to be amused by the re-run of a random ball game.
"Your usual?" I ask him, turning to face him.
He raises his head to look at me, his brown eyes burning into my soul as he cracks the first smile of the night.
"Yeah, you know me so well sugar"
Whiskey on the rocks, two sugar cubes, and a bowl of today's soup - three crackers. I've grown used to him. Every few days for the past four months he'd come into the bar and sit there in silence until my shift was up. My coworkers joked he was my personal bodyguard.
Today was no different, I was alone at the bar tonight since it was close to closing time. Aside from my stranger, there was a small group of guys in the corner on their seventh round. I knew I'd have to cut them off after this one, but to avoid confrontation I'm waiting until I'm done cleaning.
I hand the stranger his bowl of soup and whiskey, my eyes wandering back over to the gentlemen who now were making a ruckus.
"You're forgetting something" His voice is low and I snap my attention to him quickly, glancing over the bar top. "Oh! right"
I slide three sugar cubes over to him, smiling slightly before looking back up at the corner of the bar. The men were silent now, looking over at me with annoyed eyes.
"Hello? Can we get another round?"
I blink a few times, leaning forward to block his whiskey from their view, "Oh...I'm sorry, the bar is..erm It's closed now and I can't serve you anymore..." The men groan loudly, slamming their hands on the tables before standing up quickly. My stomach lurches and I avoid my gaze.
From the corner of my eye, I see something flying toward me and I duck down just in time for a duke glass to shatter on the mirrored wall behind me. I turn quickly and watch the guys begin to laugh hysterically.
The stranger's head snaps up now, eyeing them from the now-cracked mirror behind the liquor. My breath hitches and he stands now, finishing his whiskey and turning towards the men,
He slams the glass down on the bartop and storms towards the men, his fists clenched. "That's enough!" he exclaims, his voice loud enough to be heard over theirs. "This is a fucking bar, not a playground. You need to get the hell out and let the poor lady clean"
The men begin to chuckle, looking among themselves before the stranger's fist connects to the closest man's cheek. The drunkard staggers back, losing his balance due to the impact. He falls flat on his back, landing hard on the sticky bar floor. The other drunks are too shocked to do anything but stare, their mouths agape and their bottles of beer still in their hands.
As the stranger looms over the fallen man, his fists clenched and his face twisted into a snarl, the man on the floor looks up at him with fear in his eyes. The stranger's eyes burn with anger, but he doesn't move - he just stares down at the fallen man, his whole body tense with rage.
The bar has gone completely silent. No one moves or speaks, not even I. The only sound is the drunken breathing and slurred words of the fallen man on the floor. After a few moments of silence, the drunk men scurry out of my bar and down the street, screaming nonsense.
I went to thank the stranger, but to my surprise, he was already leaving.
Just as suddenly as he appeared, the stranger turned and left as quickly as he came, disappearing into the alleyway. I quickly followed after, locking the back door with my lanyard and rushing the direction he was headed.
"Hey!!"
I run down a dimly lit alleyway, chasing after the stranger, determined to catch up to him. I can hear the soft pitter-patter of his footsteps echoing off the walls, and I rush to match them as quickly as I can. I finally spot him a few feet ahead, a cigarette between his lips as he walks cooly.
"Wait up" I jog a bit faster, catching up to him and placing my hand on his forearm to stop him. He begins to slow, turning to face me with a smile. He takes a long drag on his cigarette before flicking it, the orange ember lighting up the darkness for just a moment. He looks at me for a long moment, his smile growing bigger as he notices my hand on his forearm.
"Sugar"
I rub my arm sheepishly, looking around the dark alleyway we stood in, "You didn't need to do that, I would've been fine"
He scoffs, putting the cigarette back between his lips, "You gave me three sugar cubes instead of two- it was bothering you"
He leans down to look closer at my face, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks me up and down. His eyes are sharp and piercing, like a hawk analyzing its prey. He takes another drag on his cigarette, the smoke puffing out his nose with each breath.
"What's your game, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Why are you really here?"
I laugh now, shaking my head and rubbing my forehead with the palms of my hands. He was right, never once did I mess up his lasting order.
"I'm Y/n"
He nods, looking me up and down, "I don't do the whole relationship shit"
"Who said I wanted anything? I just want to know who has been sitting in my bar" I cross my arms, stating matter of factly.
He smiles slightly, flicking the amber from the cigarette, "Calum"
We stare at each other for a few moments, letting the cold air and smoke dance around us before he speaks. "I believe you owe me another drink"
I crack a smile, nudging him softly, "The bar is actually closed.. maybe tomorrow night?"
"Good thing I have whiskey at my place."
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you donât go to parties | a.f.i
ashton irwin x fem!reader
summary: ashton wonders why he keeps searching for you at parties. because after all, you donât go to parties anymore.
warnings: drinking, swearing, just the party scene
w/c: 2.4k
requests open
not proofread
Copyright Š 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
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âhey, itâs y/n. sorry, i missed your call. leave a message after the beep. bye!â
âhey, uh, itâs me, just been thinking about everything tonight and i donât know⌠i just miss you so much. call me when you can. bye.â
ashton removes the phone from his ear and ends the call, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh as he stares at your contact photo.
you were standing on the harbour bridge with him, kissing his cheek. it was taken on his first tour, when the band was opening for one direction, and he had just asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you of course said yes. he was your best friend and the person you had fallen in love with years before.
you've been by his side since the beginning of the band till today. you helped him throughout his most difficult times, and he did the same for you. at one point you considered him your soulmate and imagined spending the rest of your life by his side.
that was, until the parties.
it wasn't horrible at first. you'd join him at a few parties here and there. it was fun at first but then things got out of hand. ashton would party practically every night, and the parties eventually moved to his house, where you also lived. and it was well into the morning before the nights ended. so, you'd just hide out in your bedroom or at a friend's house.
it was exhausting. you could never get anything done because your house was always filled with strangers. and you couldnât talk to ashton about it because he was always hungover and told you heâd talk to you later.
eventually, it got to the point where you just couldnât take it anymore. so, you left him.
ashton was a disaster. every night, he'd be out partying or at a bar, hoping to drown out the haunting thoughts of you.
his partying addiction had gotten worse since you left. he couldn't even remember what he done the previous week since he had been partying so hard that it was killing him.
sometimes heâd call you when he was blackout drunk, professing undying love for you and how he regrets everything. other nights, when he isnât so drunk, heâd still call you and apologize for the drunk calls.
he was spiraling down a deep dark alley, and if he didnât fix himself now, heâd never see the light again.
ashton didnât know why he continued to party and drink so much. but, he continued without thinking about the consequences. even if he knew how bad he was while under the influence.
some nights were worse than others.
one night it got very out of hand.
it was nearing five in the morning and ashton had one too many like he usually does but tonight was different. he was angry. angry at himself for letting you slip from his hands, angry he treated you like gum on the bottom of his shoe when instead of the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
ashton sat on his sofa staring at the wall with a red solo cup in hand, occasionally looking towards the door hoping youâd walk through and come back to him. but of course, you never did, and you wouldnât because you donât go to parties anymore.
luke sat with his head hung, rubbing his temples. âashton, youâve had too much. cmon man. just go to bed and we will clean up. itâs almost five a.mâ
but ashton doesnât say anything, he just sits there and down the rest of the liquid in his cup before tossing it to the floor
âyeah, no wonder y/n left you.â ashton hears michael say under his breath which was just enough to send ashton over the edge.
now it was getting out of hand, ashton was screaming his lungs out at michael while he just stood there with his hands up, signaling he didnât want to fight ashton.
finally luke called the one person he knew who would help. you.
âhey, y/n, iâm sorry itâs so lateâŚwell early but ash is drunk, very drunk. can you come get him? heâs causing a scene.â
"what? oh, christ. yeah, I'll be there in ten," you said as you jumped out of bed, grabbed the nearest sweater and sweatpants, and ran out of your apartment.
your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. the drive was a blur, trying to get there as quickly as possible in order to avoid another fight.
you knew most people would never do this for their ex, but you still loved him. you were still madly in love with him at the time. you listen to every message he's ever left on your phone.
your inbox was overflowing with them.
you heard every sincere confession, every drunken apology, and every sober apology.
of course, you still had feelings for him.
you never stopped.
âthank you for coming.â luke swung the door open letting you slip inside, then walked through the trashed house. âheâs in the living roomâ you looked through the kitchen archway to see where luke was pointing, and then you saw him.
you pushed the door open and walked across smashed cans and cups to his side. "ashton?" your voice was soft, as if you were unsure how he would react to your sudden appearance. maybe he'll lash out at you, or he'll remain mute and go away.
he raised his head, his gaze meeting yours. ashton comes to a halt from whatever nonsense he was doing, which was probably another drunken rage. was this really happening? he asks, as he stares at you in bewilderment. are you standing directly in front of him? was he dreaming?
"y/n?" he calls your name, and you question, "ash, what's going on?" and his eyes glaze over merely hearing your concern.he only blinks in response, trying to figure out the situation.
he can't believe you're at his party after swearing them off, and it's for HIM. not anywhere else but his house. he says "y/n" a few times before wrapping his arms around your stomach and tightening his grip. he couldn't let you go away again.
you just let it happen and hug him back as he sits on the sofa, saying, "hey, I'm here, it'll be okay" and attempting to calm him down. despite your best attempts, he pulls away, taking everything in.
you noticed luke about to say something, so you put your hand out to stop him, silently shaking your head.
you knew ashton was in pain, so you took him upstairs. "hey why don't we get you upstairs and into bed?" you gently held his arm, which calmed him down. he allowed you to take him upstairs and away from the party. you pull over to chat to one of the boys on the way, saying that you're going to take him to bed.
"I appreciate you calling. I'll get him settled and then return to assist you with the cleanup." you say to luke before leaving.
you help him upstairs, doing your best to keep him upright. as you led ashton to the bed, he was babbling incomprehensible words. and after completing your normal cleaning and care for him, you took a step back. anxiety and confusion consume your body. thank goodness, his luke called you.
You've read the articles about his constant parties and the drunken scenes he created. he was a mess. but it was how he was dealing with the break up. you, on the other hand, have stayed home every night, watching sad movies, weeping yourself to sleep most nights, losing your appetite, and creating excuses not to see sierra or crystal. Isolation was your only option for coping.
you begin to rub the bridge of your nose as you stand by the side of the bed, looking down at ashton, who was in and out of consciousness. your heart was beating, and you were at a loss for what to do. when ashton opens his eyes and sees this, he becomes upset once more. heâs sorry you had to go to another party for him, and he rubs his eyes before saying, "you shouldn't have come." "yâhate parties." "i had to," you say, dropping your hands. "i was worried." he could see it in your eyes that you were sincere. "you're scaring me, ash" you took a pause to attempt to calm yourself as tears began to pool in your eyes.
you try to get him to bed without confessing anything or saying anything you don't genuinely mean, knowing he's incredibly inebriated and emotional. "scaring you?" he took a deep breath as he watched you toss his shoes to the floor. "yes. youâre killing yourself. iâm not going to sit by and let you do that." maybe you were getting a little emotional right now, so you looked away to gather your thoughts and finish getting him ready for bed. if he chooses to sleep.
you left the room once he was settled for a bottle of water. he probably won't know you're gone. only luke and calum remained, clearing up the garbage from the party. they all glanced up at you, waiting for news, but you just shook your head and said nothing.
you returned, half-opening the bottle and placing it next to the bed. ashton is staring at you in awe. "you're always the one taking care of me and i never deserved it," he says. âyou deserved so much better than me." you didn't let the fact that he was incredibly intoxicated and emotional get to you.
you lower your head, nibbling on the inside of your cheek. donât let him hurt you like this, y/n. you kept thinking to yourself, he was intoxicated and didn't mean anything. you get up to leave, eager to go home and cry into your pillow about how much he misses you. he reached for your hand, carefully gripping it, and said, "stay with me." you freeze, tilt your head, and appear torn, so he adds "please? just tonight." while staring into your eyes, desperate.
so, you stayed. laying on the opposite side of ashton, you heard his breath steady assuming he was finally going to sleep. until you heard âi love you.â you had only hoped that if you were still heâd leave it alone and would just go to sleep. but he continued. âwhen i left that morning, i didnât stop. i never did. youâre my whole world, and i hate the person iâve become. i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but i screwed it up.â your heart was racing, picking at your nails you felt him shuffle next to you. âyou were the best thing iâve ever had and i let you go. âm sorry. you can hate me. i understand.â you waited a bit, but that was the last thing he said for the night.
you ended up leaving before he woke up because it was now daylight and you didn't want to be there when he did. you stood above him before leaving, and he looked so calm. naturally, you bowed down and kissed his brow softly before exiting the room. so, you were gone by eight a.m. you had a minor breakdown on the drive home, knowing that the love is still there, and seeing him so vulnerable makes your heart ache. but you kept reminding yourself that he was drunk. he most likely didn't mean half of what he stated.
right?
you had just finished your meeting the next day and were standing in your kitchen preparing a cup of coffee when you were stopped by a rhythmic knock. you walked over leaving the cup on your counter. as you answered the door, you saw ashton.
âhey.â he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket. you stepped back, then saying âwhy are you here?â ashton looked around, spitting a few framed pictures of the two of you which he thought was odd. he thought you hated him. he shrugged, âi just wanted to thank you for last night, and everything.â you sighed, âcome inâ you stepped to the side and let him enter, then closed the door behind him. âdo you want some coffee?â he sat down on the sofa.
âsure.â he answered, looking around the room. you came back with a black mug and handed it to him, and took your seat across from him.
there was a moment of silence, the two of you would steal glances at each other but didnât want to say anything, wondering how to approach the conversation waiting to be held.
his comment was abrupt. âi meant what i said, you know.â you looked up from your coffee, to meet with his eyes already looking at you. âwhat?â you blinked, placing the mug on the table. âlast night. everything, i meant it. from me still loving you, to wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. i meant every word.â he was being sincere, he held eye contact as he spoke and didnât break it once.
truthfully, you didnât know what to say. the situation wasnât ideal, and to be honest with yourself, you knew you still loved him. âashton..â you finally spoke, followed by a long sigh and dropping your head into your hands.
âthen why do you continue to do this? youâre drinking yourself to death, ash. how can i trust that you wonât do it all over again, even if i want to work this out?â ashton stands up from his spot and moves in front of you, on his knees as he holds your hands. "i get drunk to forget the color of your eyes and the way your hair falls and how soft your skin is and the way your smile makes me feel; but it seems like the alcohol can't change my memory of you." he had been waiting to tell you this for the longest, âi do it because itâs the only way i know how to cope and i know it isnât the best way, but itâs all i know.â
ashton runs his thumb over your knuckles. you look down at his calloused hands feeling your lip quiver âand if that isnât enough just tell me, and iâll leave for good.â
you shake your head letting the tears fall, âash..i just want you to stop..all this drinking isnât good for you, i canât just let that happen.â you say, and he nods. âi know, i know.â he hushes your tears, raising up to hug you. âiâll do better, i promise.â he says into your hair while wiping your tears.
âhow can i trust you?â you ask
âbecause, i love you. and iâll be damned if i lose you again.â
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tasteful sideboob featuring the coin tattoo
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Relax ŕż ŕż*:シďžluke hemmings
paring: luke hemmings x fem!reader
summary: blurb about how luke wants to relax after a long day
cw: 18+ MDNI - oral (f receiving)
a/n: this is my first time writing smut so i'm sorry if it's shit.
wc: 636
*reblogs, notes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!! smut after the cut!!!
âHey baby, Iâm home,â Luke called out as he slipped his shoes off, leaving them on the shoe rack at the front door. The ache in his shoulders hadnât gone away during the drive back home from the studio, which only made the stress and tiredness wafting over his body more apparent.Â
âHey Lu,â you smiled as he appeared in the living room, lifting the blanket you were under so he could join. He weakly returned the smile, trying to hide his unpleasant mood. He quickly joined you on the couch, head buried in your neck, strong arms wrapped around your waist. He breathed in your sweet scent, finally feeling his body relax. âAwe, honey,â you coo, threading your fingers through his curls, âlong day?â
Luke simply nods, hands slipping past the hem of your oversized shirt, wanting to feel your warmth. He always loved it when he wore his clothes; how your scent mixed with his was simply intoxicating. âSo long, so fucking long.â
You kissed his forehead, hands moving down to draw patterns on his back. âWell, youâre back home, my love, and Iâm so proud of you for working so hard.â
âI love you,â he whispers into your skin. Lazily trailing kisses down your neck until he reaches your sweet spot at its base, sucking and nipping at it. âLuke,â his name fades into a moan, nails digging softly into his skin. âI need to taste you,â he whines slightly, wet open-mouth kisses trailing down the valley of your chest. Your hips hitch, grinding down on Lukeâs thigh to provide some desperately needed friction as he moves down your body.Â
Soon enough, he settled between your legs, hot kisses pressed on your inner thigh. Slow and antagonizing and so close to where you needed him most. âLuke,â you pleaded, hands finding his hair again and pulling it softly. âI know, my love, I know,â his words were followed by a genital bite into your plush skin before his fingers hooked around the hem of your underwear, slipping them off with ease.Â
âMy godâŚâ he mumbled as he repositioned himself between your thighs. âYou look fucking delectable,â his thumb circles your clit, the sudden sensation causing your hips to buck up and press together in an attempt to lessen the feeling. âSo sensitive,â he chuckled, arms hooked around your waist, forcing your legs open as he pulled you closer. God, just his breath on your cunt could make you cum.Â
His tongue pushed between your folds, finally tasting the sweet warmth he so desperately needed. âFuck-â you breathed out, the grip on his hair becoming tighter as he devoured you. He groaned around your clit before taking it into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud. Moans and curses filled the room as the knot in your stomach grew larger and larger. Your thighs shook gently as they tightened around Lukeâs head, trying to lower the intensity of his movements.Â
âIâm close,â you breathed out, bare chest heaving as Lukeâs movements intensified. Hips grinding down against him to obtain what you needed so desperately. âCum, baby, just let it all out.âÂ
Your hips bucked a final time as you came, thighs feeling weak and shaky as the two of you rode out your high. Luke slowly pulled away, open-mouth kisses placed along your skin before your lips connected once more, the taste of you spilling into your mouth. âThank you,â he said between small kisses, lips curled into a bright smile.
âMhm, of course, baby,â you moved some hair from his face. âNow, why donât we head to the bedroom, and you let me take care of you.âÂ
âWell, I canât say no to that,â he stood with strong arms wrapping around your waist, picking you up easily and carrying you two to the bedroom.Â
part two?
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Me just minding my business:
Ashton starts teasing new solo music:
Luke starts teasing new solo music:
The band announces a new song:
Conclusion:
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being in love. [A.I.]
loosely based on lyrics of the song with the same title, by Wet Leg.
roadie! reader x Ashton
in which you realize your feelings for your boss are a lot more detrimental than you thought they were.
this was supposed to be short and i went overboard. oops! enjoy my first post :^)
CONTENT WARNINGS: tension/slight mental angst, mentions of weed smokin', sex in a somewhat public place/exhibitionism, teasing, fingering(f!receiving), dirty talk, degradation, straight up p in v, insinuation of a creampie, porn with plot basically, filth, filth, FILTH (there is something seriously wrong with me).
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ââË・â
You couldnât fucking stand him.
As much as you wanted to believe that statement, your heart, mind, and soul found every which way to make you believe otherwise.
The days you spent with him dragged on. His over the top personality was like a vacuum cleaner that sucked every ounce of life out of you.
And yet, despite your annoyance with his ability to charm his way towards your demise, the days without him felt like a lifetime.
Since the first time you and Ashton hooked up, all you were able to think about, after the fact, were the things that you really shouldnât have been.
Almost every night without missing a beat, youâd lie awake in bed; staring off at the ceiling through your post-show exhaustion and reminiscing on the hours youâve spent with him. Sneaking off between down times and show times. For a quick and casual fuck.
Youâd think about his terrible jokes, the little speckles of brown lost between the hues of green in his eyes, or his ability to make you feel like nothing in the best possible way.
You thought about them. You thought about him. All in hopes that one day, youâd think about him so hard that he would just vanish.
It was reverse psychology, you thought, a way to turn that fluttering feeling you get when youâre around him into something a little less existential, and more like you had both originally intended.
Something more casual.
You didnât like the fact that he had this effect on you. He was about as brutish and irritating as the day is long. When it was just the two of you, you wished more than anything that he would stop being so damnâ sweet and charismatic. The thought of him calling you nicknames and whispering sweet nothings in your ear made you want to curl up and die.
But the vital organ pumping blood through your veins begged to differ.
Whenever he was around, the pounding of your heart against your ribcage was so deafening, you were almost certain that he could hear it.
It felt strange to wake up, to lie down, to close your eyes and think about anything else. You couldnât even eat without the thought of him stirring up nausea in your stomach. It was almost as if nothing you did could satisfy you. Nothing you did was right.
Because any time without him felt so wrong.
There were moments in which you wondered whether or not he could feel it too. You'd catch him staring at you from across the dressing room, his eyes lingering down your frame for a millisecond longer than normal.
But you're never quite able to figure it out. To figure him out. He was a thousand piece puzzle, and you were stuck looking for the last piece between the couch cushions.
"Yo, earth to Y/N. Did we lose ya' again?"
Your trance is broken by the sound of Calum's voice. You had been so wrapped up in your own pity-party that you had completely forgotten that you were in the middle of a conversation.
"Jeez, are we really that boring?" Luke laughs out, leaning back in his seat, "I thought our conversation about green tea was quite compelling."
"Sorry, sorry..." You try to snap yourself out of whatever God forsaken rut you've dug yourself into, covering up the awkward silence with the clearing of your throat. "...I guess I don't like green tea as much as I thought I did."
"I'm with Y/N on this one. Green tea is fucking disgusting." Michael comes to your rescue with his reply, which practically had you kissing his shoes as a thank you for saving my ass.
"You guys clearly have no taste. It's simple." Luke shrugs, taking a sip of his ice water. "I know if Ashton was here he'd be on our side, right Cal?"
Calum nods his head, "Speaking of Ashton... where the fuck is he? He said he'd meet us..." he pauses his sentence to look at his phone, "...like, an hour ago."
The pit of your stomach lurches at Calum's observation. He was right. Ashton had said he'd be down in the lounge... after he took a quick shower.
But then again, a quick shower was one of those double entendres in you and Ashton's world. Was he waiting for you? Did you misread his subtle glance after he walked right past you when you tried to hand him his water?
Or maybe that wasn't the case. Maybe youâre just overthinking things.
Maybe he just looked at you because he's your boss and you're his roadie; who he just so happens to fuck from time to time.
That's all it was. That's all it ever will be.
"I can go look for him?" You blurt, immediately wanting to smack yourself in the face for sounding so small.
"You don't have to do that, Y/N. He'll find his way down eventually." Michael sighs.
"He's like a ghost, dude... He disappears for hours. Doesn't answer his phone. Then suddenly, POOF, he appears out of thin air. It's fuckin' witchcraft, I think..."
Calum's comment earns a roaring laugh from the rest of the guys, but you weren't at all laughing. You were too busy debating walking out of the door and hoping they wouldn't notice you were gone.
"I don't think I believe in ghosts..."
Another dumbass conversation ensues.
"Are you kidding?! Since when did you stop believing in ghosts?!" Luke seems genuinely offended by Michael's admission.
And yet, you were stuck there. Wanting to rip your hair out as a giant cloud of sex-driven frustration rained down on you.
"Speaking of ghosts," you can't help but interject, speaking a little louder than you had originally anticipated, "I think Iâm gonna go look for Ashton. He's probably off haunting the bar down in the lobbyâŚ"
"Well, if you insist," Calum says, saluting you, "good luck, ghost hunter."
As you exited the lounge with no issue and let the boys be boys, you thought to yourself.
Hm, getting out of there was a lot easier than I had anticipated.
But what you hadn't anticipated was the sheer speed in which your feet would pound against the floorboards once you started off down the hall. For you knew just where to look for him.
You were on a mission. A mission to find Ashton, in hopes that he could be the one to free you of the confines of your frustration. In the best way you both knew how.
Once you made it to the elevator corridor, you had to take a moment. To collect yourself and think... what the fuck are you doing?
Did you really think that fucking Ashton would get your mind off of the romantic connection you so desperately craved in him? Did you really think this was the best idea you've ever had?
The answer was no. You knew that this whole ordeal would dig your metaphorical grave ten feet deeper. But you honestly didn't have the energy to care. This witch hunt has turned into merely a way to get off.
Just like God intended.
You step into the elevator, already knowing your way around this hotel like the back of your hand after only being stationed here for a few days.
As the elevator made its' trip up to the rooftop, your senses were heightened. The elevator dings sounded like sirens and the climbing of floors was pushing down on you, making you feel as though the oxygen in your lungs was being forced out by the altitude change.
Your symptoms couldn't be explained by anything other than Ashton, as much as you hated to admit it. It was typical for you to feel this way whenever you answered to his beckoning call.
Just a quick and casual fuck. Quick. And casual.
You tried to focus your mind on those two words. Forcing your conscious out of habit and tricking yourself into believing them.
But as soon as the elevator door slid open, those two words were nothing but dust in the wind.
All you could see in the darkness of the twinkling summer sky was the curve of Ashton's shoulder, highlighted slightly by the patio lights. He was looking out past the glass that surrounded the rooftop, off into the New York City skyline.
You froze up upon seeing him, barely managing to step across the elevator threshold without vomiting all over your shoes.
There were remnants of smoke lingering in the air around him, a familiar, earthy smell touching your nose upon piecing your two senses together.
Before you could tell your brain to step forward, Ashton's head turns to face you. You finally get a look at him, a good look at him.
And fuck, did he look divine.
His hair was partially wet, rogue curls hanging lowly on his forehead with that post show gleam still laced throughout his features. He scratches at the stubble on his chin, a droplet of water dripping down his temple upon doing so.
"Y/N," he leered, the blank expression that once painted his face now lifting into a smirk.
"Ashton," you reply; although small talk is the last thing you wished to be having at the moment.
"Where've ya' been?" he asks, leaning his arm to rest against the back of the couch he was sprawled out on.
"The lounge... The guys are down there waiting for you, y'know." You try to divert the attention away from yourself. But you knew for a fact that you were the only thing on his mind right now.
His eyes scan your body. Up, and down. Up, and down. Like he was stuck in some sort of trance. "Well, that's funny, isn't it. Because I've been up here⌠waiting for you."
You fuckinâ knew it.
"And how was I supposed to know that?"
He pauses, thumbing at his chin, "I'm not sure, actually... 'Thought you would've had me figured out by now."
It was taking everything inside of you not to run over there and smack the shit out of him for being such a snarky asshole. But you were well aware of the dynamic between you two; this type of banter wasn't out of the ordinary.
"You just gonna stand there and stare at me, honey?" Ashton remarks, calling you by that nickname that makes your stomach hurt and revealing his hand from behind the couch; a lit and half-smoked joint plucked between his fingertips.
Without another word, you walk over to him, slowly starting to display more and more of his body laid out on the couch.
He had on a loosely fitting Hawaiian shirt, one of the ones with only half the normal amount of buttons, and a pair of grey sweatpants. To contradict the tone of the outfit and make it totally clear to you where his head was at when he put them on.
The Hawaiian shirt hung off of his shoulders, revealing his collarbone decked out in beaded necklaces and braided silver chains.
You wanted more than anything to take those chains between your teeth as he hovered over you, pinning you down and fucking into you like you were the last two people on Earth.
Sidetracked, Y/N. Youâre getting sidetracked.
When it came to hooking up, you and Ashton had discovered a natural rhythm. A routine, of sorts, consisting of unspoken demands and a whole lot of Ashton holding the reins.
No need to give orders, or ask for more. You both knew what you wanted and exactly how to get it.
But that routine so deeply instilled in you had seemed to vanish as soon as you stepped in front of him.
Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you teetered from side to side, just admiring Ashton in all of his residually high glory. You wanted to say something, but couldn't bring yourself to say anything else but these two words:
"Fuck me."
His eyes widen in shock. Amusement, even. The joint between his fingers dwindling down to the roach and leaving ashes in the wind as he lets out a quiet chuckle.
"Y/N, Iâ"
You cut him off abruptly, "It wasn't a fucking question, Ash."
You didn't mean to come off so bossily, but at this point you were willing to do anything to forget about the weight that came with having alleged feelings for him.
Even if that something was letting him fuck you until you cried.
"Right here?"
"Yes." Your heart was racing.
"Right now?"
"Yes." Reminiscent of a heart attack.
And then he does something that makes you even more frustrated than you were before this entire ordeal. He looks at you, without a care, and just⌠shrugs.
âWorks for me.â
You hated that. Oh, you fucking hated that. That cocky, âdevil-may-careâ attitude. It gets you so worked up that you consider winding up your fist and cracking him the jaw.
But you donât end up going through with your desires to hurt him at all. Instead, youâre pouncing at him. Scrambling to straddle his comfortably spread legs as he pulls you by your cheeks into a heated kiss.
You sigh upon feeling your lips on his, Ashton just as well. The both of you tend to melt into each otherâs palms when your lips connect; which is another reason as to why your head was all fucked up and sideways in the first place.
As the kiss between you grows more primal, you find yourself taking out your frustrations and feelings on Ashtonâs bottom lip. You sink your teeth into the soft flesh, tugging it down gently towards his chin.
His hands fumble for the button of your jeans, grunting lowly as he struggles to get it undone.
"Fuckâ Get these⌠Get these damn things offâŚ" The remark flies past his lips, and yours, in a disgruntled huff. You do as youâre told, momentarily disconnecting from him.
When you rise to your feet, being held up by weak, unreliable knees, he looks up. That face of amusement was still painted on, mocking you.
Was he still thinking about your desperate demand? Or was he just enjoying the view?
"Someoneâs a little greedy tonight," he says, blowing out a breath and running a hand through his fresh, now sweaty, curls.
"I donât wanna hear shit from you. Youâre the greediest motherfucker alive." You tease back at him, undoing your zipper and shimmying out of your jeans.
"Iâll take that as a compliment coming from you, Miss âI never know what I want and I need Ashton to tell meâ.â
"I knew what I wanted tonight, didnât I?" His threats were empty, but you were loving it. You loved to tease, loved to be teased.
"That is true,â he sighs, looking down at the roach he had flicked onto the floor. He stomps it out with his steel-toed boot. "But thatâs, what, one timeâ? Out of the however-the-fuck many times weâve slept together?"
âYouâre making this a lot more complicated than it has to be, Ash. Fuckinâ live a little.â
You were now in your t-shirt and underwear out on this rooftop, telling Ashton to live a little while youâre practically caving in on yourself in embarrassment.
"But, honey... why out here? Why right now?" he asks. Genuinely. Almost sweetly.
You didn't want to admit the real reason as to why you were acting so curtly. The embarrassment of sounding desperate and needy was doing numbers on you already.
"Does there always need to be a reason why?"
You cross your arms over your chest, feeling overexposed. But Ashtonâs eyes scan down your frame as if thereâs no shame left in the world.
"My apologies for seeming hesitant... You know full and wellâ Iâd do you any time, any place.â
"Is that so?â you quip.
"I donât think you realize how often I think about having you bouncing on my dick while Iâm out on stage performing, soâ yes, that is so.â
The way he admits this all so casually makes your stomach turn. You knew he was dirty, but not this dirty. You just assumed he knew that there was a time and place for all of these thoughts.
And the fact that he was thinking about you at all wasnât making this any easier.
"Well?â Ashton snaps your mind out of the gutter. Ironic.
"Well what?"
"You just gonna stand there in your underwear?"
Oh. Right.
After a moment of blundering awkwardness, you walk towards him timidly, feeling as if your soul was freeing itself from your body as he extends his arms out to hold you.
You make your way back into his lap, digging your knees into the cushions comfortably beside his thighs and letting him run his blistered palm down the side of your face.
His bloodshot eyes find yours like a magnet. Your breath is trapped somewhere in your larynx as his hand continues its journey to your neck.
You felt like you were about to burst at the seams, the tension and friction building between you was like a bottle rocket, ready to set off into the sky.
And with that, exactly on cue, your heart is racing, as he cups your throat between ring finger and thumb. Your rattling ribcage was telling him all he needed to know when the pads of his fingers began to squeeze gently.
You close your eyes, "Ashton..."
"Y/N..." He repeats matching your hushed tone, swallowing the lump in his throat as your noses brush together.
His nose grazes yours with fragility and tenderness, his touch as light as a feather. But you couldnât stand the space between you two. The clear disconnect between your lips and his.
He seemed to be lingering longer than usual. You found yourself wondering what the hell was going on in his head. Since you had clearly told him what you wanted a long time ago.
"Why arenât you kissing me?" you ask quietly, still so close to his face that his features had gone blurry.
"Could ask you the same question, honey." His breath fans across your face and suddenly youâre reverting back to your old ways. Back before you were soâ demanding.
âWell, not to be clichè, butâ youâre meant to take the lead here, Ash.â You say it as if it were obvious, but he disagrees.
"Clearly not tonight."
Now, you were stuck.
You came up here to find him for one reason, and one reason only. To fuck him⌠to get your mind off of him.
But that all sounded a bit complicated, though. Didnât it?
"Y/NâŚ" He says your name again, reminiscent of pure honey dripping off of his tongue.
"Hm...?"
God, what is with him and saying your name?
"Is there something on your mind?"
You cock your head, "Would you still fuck me if I said no?..."
Ashtonâs eyebrows shoot to his forehead.
"âŚEven if I wasnât telling the whole truth?"
He backs away from you, giving you a better look at the confused expression laminated across his face.
"Youâre a real card, arenâtâcha?â
His confusion melts into a smile, as he removes his hand from your neck to match his other at your waist. "You know Iâd never force anything out of you, Y/N. Butâ just so you know⌠Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom."
You canât help but roll your eyes at his terrible clichĂŠ, finding your hand lost in his unruly curls. "Youâre such an old man."
He winces, "Godâ please⌠Donât put that picture in my head⌠Itâs killing the mood."
In the brief moment of silence and sweetness shared between you and him, it was taking everything inside of you not to scream at the top of your lungs.
You wanted to scream; Ashton Irwin, I am in love with you. Ashton Irwin, I am in love with you⌠over and over again.
Until it didnât mean a thing.
"Not gonna lie to you, honeyâ Mâgettinâ impatient." Ashton lets out a deep sigh, his eyes snapping you out of a downward spiral.
"Right, right. Iâm sorryâ"
You cut yourself short by reconnecting your lips to his. You missed this feeling, even after only a few minutes; something inside of you dies every time you pull away from him.
He pulls your waist into his torso, pushing you down and grinding you against the already hardened length in his sweatpants. The wildly thin material left no room for the imagination, as it was now creating friction against your wet panties.
"Fuckinâ hell, Y/Nâ" Ashton mumbles through your lips, and you just sigh. You sigh into him like putty in his hands, creating a rhythm of swiveling hips and only furthering the fireworks that were occurring in the pit of your stomach.
He removes one hand from your waist, blindly finding the waistband of your underwear like it was some mindless, natural instinct.
Muscle memory is a damned thing.
Detaching your lips from his, you whine. "Ash, pleaseâ"
You wince internally at how needy you sounded. How desperate and completely disheveled youâve become at his touch. Yet the blistered pads of his fingers continued to trace slow, taunting patterns along your bikini line.
But as your breathing becomes more erratic, Ashton reads you like the book he already knows so well. Front page to back, cover to fucking cover.
He dips two fingers down into your underwear, attaching them to your sensitive bud.
You writhe above him, but he keeps you grounded, anchoring his hand on your waist with his forehead pressed against yours.
His eyes flutter closed in delight. "So fuckinâ wet for me, yeah? Thisâ all for me, honey?"
It felt like he was mocking you. Of course it was for him. It was all for him. Anything you ever did was for him. Any feelings youâve felt, thoughts youâve had, stories youâve told⌠they were all for him.
You can only bring yourself to nod.
"Good, goodâŚ" he sighs, breathlessly, "Gonnaâ take me so easy tonightâŚ"
He continues his rhythm. One finger circling your clit while the other ghosts over your entrance. Heavenly sighs fall from your lips. You want to close your eyes, you want to enjoy the sensation as it were.
But you just couldnât look away.
"Look at me, Ash."
A bout of confidence rolls through your veins and you arenât quite sure where it was coming from, but you had no complaints. Your foreheads being pressed together was making you antsy.
His features were still blurry through glossy eyes, which you didnât really like. You wanted to get a good look at him before you tried to dismiss these feelings, and pretend as though he meant nothing.
Nothing at all.
He does as heâs told, and backs away from you. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he took in every single feature, etching, God knows what else, on your face.
"You know how fuckinâ beautiful you are, Y/N?â Always so good for me⌠like an angel⌠heaven sent."
Those words unleash something inside of you. Tears begin to brim at your lower lash line and youâre suddenly reminded of the feeling that you are so desperately trying to forget.
Existing in this world with him felt so strange. You truly believe he was sent down to Earth to smite you and haunt your memories.
And hearing him call you an angel didnât help a damn thing.
The words you utter next come out just above a whisper. Your throat feels gravelly, and dry. Like you hadnât drank water in years.
"Fuck me, Ashton. Justâ fuck me, pleaseâ"
"Mâgettin' there," he grunts, ignoring your plea and still chipping away at your decorum with his bare hands.
You let out a loud, high pitched mewl as you feel his two fingers now inside of you. He always took his time when it came to pleasuring you, always making sure that youâd be the one getting off first, even if he didnât get the chance to.
Now, youâve found yourself thinking in depth about just how thoughtful he is.
Jesus fuck, give it a rest.
"You know how much I adore those sweet sounds you make. But youâve gotta be a tad bit quieter for me, alright angel?"
Oh god, you thought, this nickname better not become a recurring thing. You werenât even sure youâd be able to fathom the thought of him thinking of you so highly.
"Okay, ohâ fuck, Ashton"
Your brain was moving at a mile a minute. While trying to be quiet and simultaneously losing your head in the process, a smirk slides across Ashtonâs face. He picks up on the signs, he notices your movements on his lap becoming more and more frenzied.
You knew you were close. He knew you were close.
Oh, of course he fucking did. He knew you like the back of his hand.
"Ash, Iâm close⌠Pleaseâ" You begged empty pleas, finding stability with your hands clasped around his neck as you jerk forward with that fluttering feeling.
"I feel it cominâ. Beinâ soâ so good⌠Câmonâ give it to me."
His two fingers thrust in and out of you while a third circled your clit. You wanted to scream, but he told you to be quiet. You wanted to kiss him, but you couldnât pull yourself away from the purely concentrated, almost sadistic look in his eyes.
"Thatâs my girl⌠thatâs my fuckinâ girlâŚ"
The sounds of your wetness boom through your head along with the sounds of his praise, slowly meshing into a garish ringing in your ear. The butterflies once encased in the pit of your stomach had set free, fluttering along your body as Ashtonâs rhythmic fingers come to a slowdown.
"Fuck!" You cry out, as your body collapses into his chest.
You could feel his ribcage shake with laughter, as he takes that free hand of his to rub your back. Your head is tossed over his shoulder as you manage your breathing.
"âŚIs that all youâve got in you tonight?"
You could barely hear his voice over the ringing in your ears, as you heave like this was the last breath youâd ever take. He then removes his fingers from inside of you, causing you to jolt, still sensitive from the electricity coursing through your veins just moments before.
"NânoâŚ" You stutter into his neck.
"You sure?"
"Uh-huh."
Your head was still spinning while you tried to cool down. The temperature of your bodies entwined was like a hot stovetop, setting your skin ablaze. But you couldnât find it in you to lift yourself up from the crook of his shoulder.
You liked it there. It was comfortable. It felt natural.
After a few moments of silence and messy breathing, you lift your head up.
"All good now?" He asks, running a hand down your waist.
"I think so... Almost knocked me out with that one Ash, not gonna lie."
All he does is laugh, before hovering the two fingers he had used to unravel you with in front of the both of your faces.
"See this?" He examines his fingers, still glistening with your secretions, "Is this what I do to you?"
Your jaw falls open slightly, "Whâ"
He takes a moment to think to himself, pushing his lips to the side while you just watched in complete awe.
"âŚI wonder if my honey girl tastes as sweet as she looks?"
You donât even have a moment to blink before he takes those two fingers into his mouth. He sucks whateverâs left of you off of his digits, before pulling them out with a pop.
"Mmm," he hums, "Just as Iâd imagined⌠Sweet as fuckinâ honey"
Something inside of you snaps, and youâre suddenly reattaching your lips to his. He moans into you, taken aback by your actions with his hands fumbling to grab your ass and grind you down into him.
"I needâ I need youâŚ" You mumble into his lips, not long before he juts his tongue out to run it across your bottom lip.
His stubble scratches against your palms as you grab ahold of his face, trying to ease him into you as if it were even humanly possible to get him any closer.
"Need me tâfuck you, honey? Youâ you want me that badly?" He asks quickly, sounding out of breath already from the sheer friction of your hips grinding against him. You nod rapidly, and he dips down to kiss your neck to let you know that he heard you loud and clear.
âPlease, AshâŚ" You couldnât help it, your mind was still reeling, "I need to feel youâ"
Your words come out airy and forced, like somebody was squeezing them out of you. But you couldnât stop yourself no matter how hard you bit down your tongue.
"...Fuck me like Iâm worthless⌠Fuck me like I mean nothing to you at allâŚ"
His head pops up from the crook of your neck, a sardonic look in his eye.
"Say that again for me?"
"âŚFuck me like I mean nothing to you, Ashton. Fuck me like I mean nothing at all.â
You couldnât describe the way his face changed. The way it morphed into something that you werenât at all used to. It wasnât sarcastic, no. It wasnât the usual cheeky grin, either.
You were afraid that you had just dug your grave even deeper this time.
"Stand up." He demands shortly, which brings goosebumps across your arms.
"Stand up?" You repeat, like a goddamn lovesick puppy.
"Stand the fuck up, Y/N."
You do as youâre told, wearily, lifting yourself off of him and rising to your feet. You watch in anticipation, crossing your arms over your chest as he remains sitting.
The dynamic between you two had shifted drastically. It was clear that Ashton was still in charge, only this time, it felt absolutely terrifying.
You wished you hadnât said anything at all. You wished he had just let you ride him, as you were planning to do. But your emotions gotten the best of you. The thought of caring for him so deeply had actually brought you to spiral out of control.
What you had been longing for, all this time, was about to come true.
With that, you planned to do everything you were told. Each and every single order barked at you was to be followed. You wanted to see what it felt like. What it felt like to feel nothing for a change.
"Walk to the balcony." Another demand. You hesitate, still dealing with a subconscious battle of self. Your heart and brain were going at it like two bulls in the ring.
"Are youâ are you gonna come with me?" You find your gaze glued to the patio, feeling as small and as meek as ever.
"Meh, Iâll make my way over eventually."
Fair enough.
You walk over towards the balcony; left only in your thin, grey CREW v-neck and a pair of frilly, sage green underwear.
The fact that Ashton didnât comment on the color of them made you feel a bit discouraged. Green was his favorite color, after all. You at least thought heâd take a moment to appreciate it.
God knows that moment wonât be happening now.
You start to near the glass railing that surrounded the rooftop. But despite your back being turned, you could completely feel his eyes searing bullet holes into your flesh. A chill ran down your spine, uncomfortable with the feeling of being watched, yet enjoying the fact that it was by him.
"Keep walking."
You were getting so close to the glass that it actually started to feel cold, despite the lingering August air.
You also werenât sure where his head was at. Him having you walk towards the balcony that was completely out-turned and visible to the street below almost felt like he was trying to humiliate you.
But that feeling was quickly washed away when you felt his footsteps behind you.
"You have any idea what youâve just gotten yourself into, honey?â He inches close to you, close enough to feel the warmth of his body radiating onto your back yet still too far away to touch you.
You swallow the lump forming in your throat. âNo⌠I-I donât think soâŚ"
You were telling the truth. No, Ashton, you had not a clue what you had just gotten yourself into. The absolute wormhole that you had just unlocked for yourself.
A new way to feel about things. A new way to feel about him.
Another wave of chills runs down your back as he takes the back of his hand and runs it down your shoulder. You wince, wanting nothing more than to turn around and kiss him.
"I didnât think you had it in you."
"What?" Your voice comes out high pitched. Almost⌠nervous.
"To order me around like that. To finally buck up nâ tell me how to have my way with yaâ⌠Itâs honestlyâ kind of impressive."
His hand strokes down your arm once again, but this time, you just sigh.
He thinks this is just roleplay.
Little did he know that all of this nagging and bossiness had come from the truest, most integral parts of your soul and your longing to forget about the way your heart beats for him.
"You think so?" You try to gain back your sparkle with a witty reply, "How else can I impress you, Ash?"
All of these words exchanged between you two were said facing away from one another. You hadnât the energy to care, nor the energy to make this anymore meaningful than it was, or was not, supposed to be.
Youâve finally decided to let go.
"Well, you can start by bending over." He snaps back. Heâs always been so quick with his words.
To follow your mantra from before, you do as youâre told, bending over slightly and exposing your bare asscheeks to him. You lean your arms over the glass railing, your wrists going limp in doing so.
"âLike the view?" You ask, sparing him a glance over your shoulder in hopes to get a little more of a rise out of him.
"The view wonât mean much while Iâm using you, honey."
Your face grows pale, a rush of static that felt like pinpricks crawls across your body. Jesus fuckinâ Christ, Ashton.
The excitement and rush of it all is now, finally, catching up to you. You were about to have meaningless sex with the person that means the most. In a way, it did feel like roleplay.
Except your role was pretending like you didnât give a fuck about him.
"Gimmeâ your wrist." You hear Ashton bark another command from behind you, along with the shuffling of fabric. Before you could even offer your wrist to him, heâs taking it upon himself to reach up and grab it.
He swiftly pins one of your arms behind your back, making you gasp and teeter on your feet.
"AshtonâŚ" You try to say, but are immediately silenced by his other hand hooking a finger to the waistline of your panties.
"Donât say another word, Y/N. Youâre in no position to talk right now."
Your breath gets caught in your throat, now with your one free hand anchored to the railing. It was all a waiting game, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât extremely turned on by him and his newfound unpredictability.
"I have a job for you." His voice rings in your ears, as he bends down above you to be parallel to your curved back. "âŚThink you could follow some orders fâme? Just for tonight?"
Just for tonight, you thought. Just for tonight.
You nod at his question. It was the only thing you were capable of doing, anyway.
"Youâre gonna take my cock⌠But I donât wanna hear a peep from that dirty mouth of yours. One fuckinâ sound and I swear⌠Iâll send you back downstairs with mascara running down your face and nothinâ to fuckinâ show for it."
You nod again. You were a nodding, blubbering mess.
"Think you could do that for me? Think you could be good enough for me to let you cum again?"
You nod, once again.
"And you told me what you wanted, right? Told me loud and clear how you wanted me to treat you? Out hereâ where thereâs a small chance somebody could walk in on this?"
His pelvis presses against you as he taunts, and youâre left feeling even weaker in the knees.
This time, it wasnât a nod. It was more of a sob.
"Good, good to knowâŚ" He softens his tone, lips now centimeters away from your ear.
"âŚNow bend the fuck over nâ let me use you like youâre nothing."
In a flash of vibrant colors swirling around the backs of your eyelids, you feel Ashton push your panties aside. He runs two fingers up your damp slit, bringing your face to a pinch.
You were still so sensitive after letting him have his way with you the first time. But you couldnât fathom going another minute without the feeling of him buried inside of you.
"Pleaseâ" You whisper, but only to yourself.
You didnât want to know what heâd do if heâd heard it.
His next movements were methodical, and slow, like he was a puppeteer playing with your strings. His hands dance along the sides of your hips, moving up to rub the small of your back.
He puffs out a breath, seemingly taking you in from behind.
"You're a fuckin' vision, Y/N... It's too bad you don't want me to treat you that way."
His ceaseless taunting was making your vision go shaky.
But you needed to keep reminding yourself... you fucking asked for it.
"Gonna let me use you, honey? Like my own personal doll... that I can toss around n' rough up... Mmm, 'bet you've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?"
"Ashton..." You can help but let his name tumble from your lips. But in a flash, his hand is cracking down on your bare asscheek, creating a loud clap that you swore could be heard for miles. You let out a yelp, but quickly clamp your lips shut.
Your skin burns from the contact, your mouth going bone dry.
"What did I fucking say about that mouth of yours, Y/N? Not a fucking peep."
As he guides himself up and down your slit, collecting your juices on his leaky tip, you choke back the tears in your eyes. You still wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss him, which was just a damned thing.
"So wet f'me... God, I'm in heaven."
It was almost as if each string of sentences that came out of his mouth were traveling in through one ear and right out of the other. I suppose this was your karma for being so demanding.
But this is what you wanted, wasn't it? Even though Ashton's means of 'fucking you like you're worthless' still came with bouts of praise, he couldn't help it. He was only human. Testing the waters for the both of you.
Roleplay.
He traces one last drag along your folds, pushing your panties aside with his tip before suddenly slamming himself into you. You gasp at the sudden feeling of him, your body lurching forward towards the railing as his grip on your wrist grows tighter.
"Jesus fuckâ." He groans through bated breath before starting his rhythm of pounding into you.
It starts off slowly. The feeling of him filling you up as your walls clench around him must've felt like heaven to the both of you, for he let out a long, dreamy sigh. The hand that was once toying with the hemline of your lacy panties was now planted on the small of your back, using you as leverage as he slammed his cock deeper with each stroke.
Ashton hums, the sounds of slapping skin now engulfing the air around you. "Fuckin' love this pussy... Like it was fuckin' made for me..."
The air in your lungs started to dissipate, practically leaving you begging for mercy at his expense. Your body jolted with each of his deep thrusts, still trying to stay quiet and do exactly as he had demanded of you.
His grip on your wrist had begun to feel raw, surely to leave you with some kind of marking, reinstating the absolute chokehold he has on you.
"Ash..." You whisper again, as he's grunting and whining from behind you.
"Whose fuckin' pussy is this? Whose fuckin' pussy is this?" He asks the question and you whimper, unable to gather any syllable of a sentence on your tongue.
Suddenly, he releases your wrist, picking up his rhythm of fucking into you. Your arm drops to your side like a ragdoll, as you scramble to balance it next to your other on the railing.
The hand of his that once held your wrist captive had traveled down to meet his other, gripping your waist and digging his blistered fingertips into your flesh.
"Fuck... fuckin' shit, Y/N... Takin' my cock so well..."
Using his hands anchored to your waist, he starts to pull you into him, slamming your hips into his pelvic bone and hitting that sweet spot with every. Single. Stroke.
"Fuck, youâre heavenlyâŚ. My sweet, sweet girlâŚ"
At this point in time, you could care less about the semantics of this all.
Although the point of this was for Ashton to have his way with you without a single feeling attached, it seemed as though he couldnât really help it. He was a blubbering mess of compliments and praise, a true gentleman through and through.
But that was something to think about while you lay awake in bed tonight.
For now, you just decided to live in the moment.
Ashtonâs rhythm had grown sloppy. He was awfully close to making you finish for a second time, with each buck of his hipsâ meanwhile it was taking every last bit of your consciousness to keep yourself quiet. The pit of your stomach squeezed with each primal sound that fell from his plush lips.
"Mâgonna cum soon, honey⌠âGonna fill you up, yeah? Would you like that? Want me tâfill you up?"
Unsure of whether or not to verbalize your consent, you nod. Like a bobble-head on a broken spring.
"Thatâs my girl. Thatâsâ my fuckinâ girl.â
Despite Ashtonâs imminent orgasm, you could only think about two words.
My girl. My girl. My girl
They were flashing around your mind like the billboards in the Manhattan streets below. Each thought of those two words produced vibrant colors behind your eyelids, stars now fogging up the blackness as he slams into you a few more times.
"Gonna' cum, honey... G-Gonna' fill you up, m'kay? Fuck..."
With one final pound into you, the pulsing throbbing of his cock had come to a slowdown. You both let out a collective gasp, as the heat ignited between your bodies had meshed into a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest.
Ashton collapses onto your back, the front half of his body slicked with sweat and pressing into you. Your breathing had begun to sync up collectively, only for him to pull out of you and make your entire body jolt.
"Fuck, Ashton."
You were finally able to speak again. You had gotten your words back, as well as your confidence. And the feeling of his presence behind you was all you needed to get you there.
He huffs, finally lifting himself off of you. But you lag behind, taking a moment to collect your breathing as he pulls his sweatpants up.
"Jesus Christ, honey. You're a goddamn dream." He chuckles, stepping back and allowing you the space to turn around.
And that you did. Finally faced with that dream he was on about.
Sweaty, messy curls glued and rearranged to his forehead. Glossy, hooded, fucked-out eyes. The fabric of his Hawaiian shirt soaked with the mixing of your sweat and his.
He looked obscene. He looked ethereal. You wanted to tell him how absolutely picturesque he was in that moment. You wanted to give him every gorgeous compliment you could think of.
But you didn't. You couldn't.
So you said this instead.
"...It'd be a dream if you could grab my jeans."
"Donât be impolite, Y/N. What's the magic word?" He teases, motioning towards your jeans that had been discarded in a pile on the patio.
"Oh, so now you want me to talk, tough guy? After you just fucked the goddamn life out of me?"
He shrugs, "I wouldn't say I fucked the life out of you... If that was the case, you wouldn't be standing upright."
You huff, frustrated, but loving every second of it.
"Justâ grab me my damn jeans, Irwin."
He does as he's told, begrudgingly walking the short few feet to grab your jeans as you stand, cross-legged, bare-assed, with your back against the glass.
"Your majesty," he bows, holding your pants out on his arm like a knight with your crown.
"Thank you."
As you put on your jeans, Ashton watches you. With those whiskey, honeypot eyes. Scanning down every inch of you as you put one leg in, then the other.
"If it were up to me, I'd send you back down pants-less."
"Yeah, right." You scoff, reverting back to your old ways of a thumping heart and a pain in your chest, "You know how much trouble I'd be in?"
"Trouble by who? I'm your boss, aren't I?"
You puff, pulling up the zipper of your jeans, "You don't act like it."
"Want me to start then?" He quips.
"...No. Absolutely not."
Ashton tosses you a smile, not long before he's holding out his arms.
"That's what I thought, honey," he motions for you with his hands, "Now c'mere."
Without even thinking, almost as if it were rehearsed, you spin around, falling backwards into his arms. He wraps himself around you, broad biceps squeezing your shoulders like a butterfly in its' cocoon.
The Manhattan night sky was twinkling with lights and stars. You stare out into it, and he does too.
As you stand cradled in his arms with the lingering of pitiful, degrading sex still in the air, you sat in your thoughts for a moment.
What happened tonight couldnât have been a mistake. You had been speaking it into existence for so long, that it finally became a reality. From the way he so passionately kissed you, to the way he so effortlessly dropped everything to fuck you like you were worthless. Just like you had asked. Just liked you had intended.
But you knew, despite everything that happened tonight, that not a single thing would change.Â
Your heart would still flutter out of your ribcage whenever he walked by. Youâd still answer his calls late at night, or spare him passing glances in the concert halls.
Youâd still come to meet him, no matter when or where. All with that same, God awful weight on your chest.
It all made you feel terrible. Everything about him made you feel terrible.
But you were willing to get used to that feeling.
To be completely honest with yourselfâŚ
You kind of liked it.Â
It felt like being in love
ââË・â
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one shot idea: luke had a crush on fem!reader and she catches him masterbaiting and then she tops him đŤĄ
wordcount: 1866
fantasy -l.r.h
smut- kissing, masturbation, riding, handjob
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"Thanks for having me over. I like this a lot better than some big production." Ashton spoke to Luke with a cheery tone. His band mates had hosted a small gathering of friends for his birthday at Luke's house, and in being Ashton's best friend, they let me tag along.
I was great friends with the boys after Ashton introduced me to them, often times going out to eat or watch movies. However, I couldn't help but find myself uncontrollably becoming drawn to the frontman. Luke was one I was least close with, being he was fairly quietâat least when I was around, and we never had a chance to bond. I found myself in delusional thought, thinking the intimidatingly handsome boy's stares and silence were a showing of attraction. I cringed at my own fantasies, certain that Luke had no eyes for me.
We sat lazily across a long black sofa in Luke's living space. I was fit snugly between him and Ashton, our closeness not to anyones concern.
"We should host all our parties at Luke's from now on." Michael joked at Luke, nudging Calum with his elbow. Luke let out a chuckle, shaking his head.
"Absolutely not." He took a sip from his beer, his thigh brushed against mine as he leaned forward to place his drink on the coffee table in front of us. Ashton looked down at my empty hands before offering me a drink.
"Want another drink?" He chirped, motioning to the kitchen.
"Please." I smiled. Ashton set off to gather our drinks, leaving Luke and I alone on one sofa together. I immediately noticed his energy tense, his thigh against mine instantly becoming still. I brushed it off, going to remove my hoodie to get more comfortable. I was left in a black tank top and gray sweat pants, the 5 of us all following the "just got out of bed" dress code for tonight's events.
I felt my shoulder briefly brush against Luke's arm as Ashton returned, Luke's head quickly turning to look at me at the contact. I glanced at him briefly, his eyes meeting mine, then down to my almost exposed chest, back to his drink in his hands. I looked down to his drink, which had been empty. I looked back up at him before speaking.
"Do you want another drink?" I asked, tilting my head. He flinched at my words as if i'd appeared from thin air, stuttering as he spoke.
"Huh- What?" He stumbled over his words as his eyes studied my face frantically. I furrowed my eyebrows at his new behavior, repeating myself slowly.
"Your drink? It's empty... Do you want another one?". Luke's eyes darted down to his drink, his cup being slightly crushed by his tight grip.
"Oh." He stuttered, "No, yeah. No, I'm okay for now." He muttered. I nodded suspiciously, turning back to my drink and noting Luke's odd behavior.
I had almost forgotten about Luke's suspicious energy as the night got later, the five of us staying up debating about shows, sharing scandalous stories and more. Luke's unnerving behavior only worsened as the hours passed.
I was too face deep in Ashton's laptop, along with the other boys, to notice Luke's disappearance. I glanced away from the one of one hundred's of random videos we had been binging to check for a bathroom, and noticed Luke was no where to be seen. Brushing it off, I asked Ashton to lead me to my destination.
"Hey. Where's the bathroom?" I poked Ashton's shoulder to get his attention. His eyes were glued to the screen, using his hands to speak.
"Upstairs, on the left." He muttered. I rolled my eyes, brushing off Ashton's screen slavery and heading up the stairs. The giggles and shouts of the boys began to muffle as I reached Luke's top floor, leaving me stumped.
Upstairs and on the left, there were three doors, all shut, and the same color. I scoffed at how comical my predicament was. I reassured myself that Luke lived alone, and the chances of walking in on something I shouldn't would be low. Choosing the farthest door to the right, I put my ear to the door briefly before turning the knob slowly and entering.
My eyes widened slightly as I froze. I opened the door slowly and silently to reveal Luke sitting facing away from the door, fully clothed and a blurred fist pumping his half exposed lower half. My heart picked up its pace as I watched, I felt as though I was intruding, but I couldn't look away. He pumped his fist quickly and vigorously, his head tossed back in pleasure. I felt my stomach flutter at the sight of Luke making a mess of himself in front of me.
Feeling morally obligated, I intentionally cleared my throat to catch his attention to my presence. Luke umped from his seat, shouting a shocked curse as I entered the room.
"Y/n, fuck. What are you-" He stuttered from the bed frantically, struggling to hide his still throbbing member. I entered the room cautiously, closing the door behind me. I let my impulse and lust for the blond take the wheel.
"Why'd you stop?" I spoke softly, interrupting him. I watched as he slowly calmed down, his breath catching itself. I made my way slowly to the bed, watching Luke's hands try to hide his erection and failing.
"What are you..." He stuttered quietly as he watched me move closer, his nerves taking over.
"Do you want me to leave?" I cooed, taking a seat behind him, speaking softly close to is ear. I watched the hair on his neck stand at my breath against his skin. He shook his head slightly, his breathing shaking.
I felt the pool in my panties grow as I watched the boy in front of me melt as my presence, wishing I had acted on things sooner. I slowly brought my hands to his shoulders, caressing him over his shirt gently. His eyes fluttered as he exhaled a breath, swallowing a lump in his throat. He moved his hands to his sides behind him, supporting himself on his arms.
"Take this off." I spoke softly, tugging the the hem of his shirt. Luke swiftly threw his shirt off, inviting my wandering hands to his skin. I quickly connected my lips to Luke's skin, planting soft kissing down his neck. His breath hitched and he rolled his head back lazily as my lips played on his skin. I trailed my soft hands over his shoulders, adjusting my seat to sit on my knees and resting my chest against his back. Luke sighed deeply as I trailed my hands over his chest, slightly digging my nails in as I ran long strokes in his skin.
"Did I do this, love?" I pouted sarcastically, moving my hand down and palming Luke's attempt to poorly cover his shaft. Luke gasped slightly, bucking his hips into my hand. I giggled softly, my hand continued taunting Luke's solid bulge as he left of a small whine at my teasing.
"Please, Y/n.". He whimpered in between breaths. I smirked at his pleading, pulling his shaft from his boxers. I reached my hand around to my mouth then back to Luke's member, beginning to stroke slowly.
"Like that?" I cooed, tilting my head. Luke rolled his head back onto my shoulder, light pants leaving his lips.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, thrusting his hips slowly back into my fist. I squirmed in my seat at the feeling of Luke melting in my hand, desperate to take him over completely. I sped up my hands pace, Luke matching his hips to my fist. His eyes fluttered closed slowly as his head laid lazily on my shoulder, his fists gripping the sheets beside us tightly.
"You been fantasizing about my hands?" I spoke softly, teasing him gently as my hand continued its work. Luke let out a groan at me words, bucking his hips into my fist.
I kept up my hands pace, moving my other hand to pull down my seats. I moved around to face Luke, keeping my hand moving on his slick member. Luke looked at me sluggishly, his mouth open slightly at the overwhelming event. I straddled him swiftly, pulling my tank top off swiftly and my underwear to the side. Luke groaned softly as i sat my folds against his cock, teasing him as I glided my hips back and forth, running my slit along his shaft.
"Fuck, Y/n." Luke cursed under his breath, moving to hands to my hips. I focused my hips at his tip, giggling at his eagerness.
"Is this what you wanted?" I teased, lining him up with my entrance. I sat down onto his member slowly, gasping at his size. I gripped his shoulders tightly as I sat still for a moment to adjust to him. I slowly began to pick up my pace. Luke's mouth dropped to an "O" as he trailed a hand up to my breast, gripping tightly as I began to find a vigorous rhythm riding his shaft.
"You feel so fuckin' good." Luke growled, gripping my hip tightly with a hand. I placed to hands on Luke's chest, pushing him to land on his back. He smirked slightly at my minor aggression. I kept my hands on his chest as I bounced hastily, my bare cheeks on his thighs clapping loudly.
My eyes met Luke's deeply, his face was filled with euphoria, sweat beading at his forehead. His arms laid lazily at the sides on his head.
I tossed my head back, concealing a whine as my pace quickened.
"You look so pretty riding my cock." Luke spoke smugly, bringing a hand down to grip my hip. I quickly brought a hand to Luke's wrists, pinning them aggressively to the sides of his head. I leaned down to his face as I spoke.
"I know." I smirked. Luke licked his lips before leaning his head up, connecting our lips for a sloppy kiss. Our mouths danced lazily as Luke's hips fucked back into mine, bringing him close to his end.
I felt Luke twitch inside me, indicating his finish. I smirked against his lips, determined to make him cum. I ground my hips deeper, Luke gripping the sheets above him.
"Fuck, Y/n. I'm gonna cum." He stuttered between breaths, his eyes fluttering shut slowly. I leaned in close to Luke's face, finding the pace that seemed to bring Luke close.
"Cum for me, Lu." I spoke softly in Luke's ear. I quickly sat up, Luke's pulsating member slipping from my entrance, shooting his load on my bare rear.
I sat lazily back onto Luke's lap, collapsing onto his chest. I listened to his heartbeat as we caught our breath, both of us seemingly remembering the 3 boys left uninformed downstairs.
"They definitely know what just happened." Luke broke the silence. I glanced up to him, he looked down to meet my eyes with a cheeky smile. A giggle escaped me, unsure of how to go about the walk of shame downstairs plus explanation to the boys. I buried my face in my hands in shame.
"Did you cum?" Luke asked unexpectedly. I looked back up to him. Though I hadn't, I didn't really mind.
"...No." I shook my head. Luke tilted his head slightly.
"Do you want to?"
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