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sinning5sos · 1 year ago
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I wanna do a blurb night so please please send me blurb ideas or requests!!
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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years ago
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Masterlist 3!
Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!
IMAGINES
STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐
SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`
HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter
THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐
THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller
BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman
AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`
VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver
HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐
OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐
PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby
FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐
GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐
THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia
DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐
BRIDGERTON by the lake ~ benedict bridgerton
THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`
THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`
MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐
1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`
THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐
FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt
SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐
THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf
8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐
THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder
A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐
GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐
PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`
HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`
MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`
EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`
GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`
CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐
ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`
CONAN GRAY pushing`
MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`
JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`
ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐
BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`
KRISTEN STEWART special customer`
TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐
ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero
GERARD WAY good girl*`
GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`
RYAN GOSLING play date`
JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐
RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`
JACOB ELORDI height advantage`
MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`
CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐
SWAGGERSOULS our next step`
JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐
JOHNNY DEPP just for us`
TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`
SHIPS
family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`
HEADCANONS
showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐
NSFW ALPHABET
rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐
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itisannak · 4 years ago
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Good Girls Are Bad Girls that Haven’t Been Caught (Bad Boy!Ashton Irwin x Good Girl!Y/N High School AU)
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Summary: Ashton and (Y/N) have known each other since childhood. After growing apart in high school, due to Ashton messing with the opposite crowd of (Y/N), the two friends become close, until someone dares disrespect (Y/N) in front of Ashton. (Smut / Unprotected Sex) (TW: Mention of Sexual Assault, Description of Violence)   Triggers will be marked with (--.-- ) at the beginning and the end of the mention (Request) (Words: 6.4k)
The chatter between my parents and Ashton's mom has long become boring for me to follow. Of course, Ashton has already excused himself from the company and wandered off, so now it is my turn to follow his lead and leave the table. Either way, I wasn't hungry when the dinner started, so I have surrendered my plate a while ago. "I'll go check on Ash." I announce, getting up from my chair and being dismissed by my parents before I walk into the kitchen. I open the freezer, digging around to find the ice cream cups and picking two for me and Ashton.
If I know Irwin as much as I think I do, he is on the roof of the house, laying on the tiles and looking at the sky like we did when we were children. It has been a long time since we sat together on the roof, but Ashton has the habit of climbing up there every time his family joins mine. I climb out of the window in my sister's room, the only easy access to the roof, trying not to fall to my death from the second store-window. Well, dramatic much, since I know that I will mostly break a limp if I fall from that height. And there is Ashton, sitting criss-cross on the tiles and dragging in his smoke. "Since when do you smoke?" I ask him, making him jolt with surprise. "You scared the living shit out of me." He clutches his chest, earning an eye roll from me. "You look pretty alive to me." I comment, sitting next to him and passing him his ice cream cup. He offers me his cigarette, which I pass with ease, making him hum sarcastically. "Of course good girl (Y/N) doesn't smoke..." He chuckles, bringing the cigarette back to his lips. "You say that like it is a bad thing." I point out, digging my spoon in my ice cream. "(Y/F/N), always holding me accountable for my bullshit." He laughs, putting out the butt and flicking it off to the lawn beneath us. "You know smoking kills, right?" I ask him. He sighs and lays back, looking at the sky as he opens his dessert. "Lots of things do, my friend." He replies. I eat my spoonful quietly, feeling a little awkward now. It feels like we have nothing to talk about anymore. "You've stopped fucking with me, haven't you?" He asks, making me look at him with a furrow on my face. "I haven't. You've stopped fucking with me. Your current demographic is jocks and cheerleaders. I am not really fitting in there, in case you haven't noticed." I shrug my shoulders and he hums. "They only hang with me because they think my name will protect them." He replies. He doesn't sound bummed about it, stating it just like a fact. "Still, I don't really go with that crowd." I insist. "You've known me since kindergarten. We learned how to ride bicycles together. You wouldn't go with that crowd, even if you tried to. There are friends, and then there is us." He explains. I bite the inside of my cheek, laying on my back as well. "To be honest, I've missed hanging out with you." I admit. "Even now that I have all these rumors surrounding me?" He asks and I cock an eyebrow at him. "Are you kidding me? Especially with all the rumors surrounding you. I know that not even half of the shit said about you is true, and then again, being seen with you makes people kinda respect me. No one dares fuck me up." I cackle. "I've missed hanging out with you too. Late-night bike rides behind everyone's back, the milkshakes in the little diner, going to the movie screenings in the park, and coming home early in the morning. I can't do that shit with anyone else." He comments, turning his head to smile at me. His dimples show up by the corners of his mouth, and his apples are popping out more now, making him look like he did when he was just a child. "Yeah, it was nice, I guess. I miss our study dates in the treehouse the most, to be honest." I sigh, reminiscing the middle school study sessions on top of the little wooden house. "What happened to the treehouse anyway?" He asks me. I swirl my spoon in my ice cream, taking a breath before I answer him. "Since we stopped using it, it started falling apart so we took it down. Well, my parents took it down. But I kinda wish they didn't. I swear, that place was magical." I say with a complaint in my voice, making Ashton hum in agreement. "Yeah, that it was. It felt like a constant in our ever-changing teen life, a safe haven. Like, no matter how bad things got for each one of us, we would always meet there and help each other." He mumbles. "Exactly. What fucking ever... Guess this is part of growing up." I brush it off, looking at the sky for a moment before I close my eyes. "This is sad." He groans. "It is what it is, Ash." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "Yeah, I guess." He mumbles under his breath.
The tap on my shoulder makes me turn away from my locker to find who requires my attention. "What are you doing after school?" Ashton asks, leaning against the locker next to mine. "Model UN. Why?" I ask him; he has a stupid smirk on his face, showing he is up to no good. "What time are you going to be done with it?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow. "I don't know. Maybe 3:30..." I reply. "Meet me in the parking lot. We are going somewhere." He replies, a little too excited. "Where are we going?" I ask and he shrugs. "You'll see. 3:30, at the parking lot." He states before walking away from me with a strut. I feel like everyone is looking at me, which I know is probably not true. But I feel everyone's eyes on me, everyone's whisper behind my back. I pick my books for my Chemistry class, shutting my locker in a rush to avoid being stared at by everyone. It always sparks a lot of rumors, being seen with Ashton, even if it is just a typical exchange between us.
At 3:35 I walk out into the parking lot. I have to look around for Ashton since he gave me zero clues on where he would be. I find him by his car, earning a smile from him as I approach. "It took you a bit of time..." He comments and I whimper at the sound of it. "You didn't tell me exactly where you would be. So, where are we going?" I ask and he points to his car, signaling me to get in. "You have the patience of a 3-year old." He states. I open the passenger door and buckle myself in as I take a seat. "I have been told that. But you've kept me on my toes for quite a few hours. I think I deserve an answer now. At least a hint." I point out and he hums. "You drive a mean negotiation. But it is a no from me, still. You will find out in a bit. But first, we will need to get some coffee and a few snacks. And you need to call home and tell them you are with me. Your parents like me and trust me." He instructs and I furrow my eyebrows together. "If only they knew..." I shake my head, fishing for my phone inside my backpack.
After picking up our coffees and our snacks, Ashton pulls up in front of a house. I am confused, but I know that Ashton would never hurt me, so I just go with it. "Whose house is this?" I ask and he chuckles. "Politano's house. He owes me a favor. Come on." He motions, picking up his backpack and a blanket from the backseat. "I don't even know the guy." I point out and he chuckles. "And you won't have to get to know him tonight. We are going to his backyard. He has a treehouse." He states, turning his head to smile at me. I soften, and my inside warm up at how sweet this gesture is. "Ash... I don't know what to say... This is... Literally the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." I coo, being in awe of this gesture. "Oh, hush. I need your help with equations." He clearly lies; I know that underneath the tough shell of the bad boy, there is a literal mush of goofiness and goodness.
I let him go up first; I am wearing a skirt and I would hate to flash him on my way up. It would just make things awkward. It is nothing more than a small wooden box with an opening for a door, a small window, and a couple of large pillows for sitting. Ashton lays the blanket down, throwing the books on it next. I kneel, fixing the coffees and the snacks before taking out my textbooks and notes. "How did you convince Politano to give you the treehouse for the evening?" I ask Ashton as I open my books. "You sure want to know the answer?" He asks and I cock an eyebrow. "Is it something illegal?" I ask and he shrugs. "He is throwing a party. He needs alcohol, I have my contacts..." He replies. I nod my head and grab my book, bringing it to my lap. "It makes sense." I mumble, bringing a pencil out of my pencil case.
"You are still chewing on your pencils?" Ashton asks with a giggle, making me hum as I realize my old pensive quirk is back again. "No, not really until now." I state, leaving the pencil down. "I think it is adorable that you still have this... quirk, I guess." He comments. I bite the inside of my cheek, turning to look at him. He is looking at me softly, a subtle flush covering his face. "Oh, shut up... You are only saying that to mess with me..." I groan but he shakes his head. "No, I think it is. You are adorable. It is just... Everything you do is so sweet and cute like you don't have a single bad bone inside you." He explains. Now I am the one blushing, bringing my hand to push a lock of hair behind my ear. "What are you doing, Irwin?" I ask him, biting my lip. "What do you mean?" He asks me back, playing the naivety card. "Are you flirting with me? Are you trying to make me swoon over you like every other girl at our school? Are you trying to make me kick my panties in the air for you?" I ask him, earning a chuckle and a head shake. "No... I would never do that to you. I have always been honest, haven't I?" He asks me. I nod my head. "I told you yesterday. There are friends, and then there is us. This mutual pining is just exhausting. I was never shy about the fact that I think you are gorgeous. Nor about the fact that I saw you as more than a friend. And you were also never shy about seeing me as an asshole. I respect that you are not able to see me as more, but it won't take away my ability to pay a decent compliment to my friend." He replies. I gulp thickly, moving closer to him and reaching to stroke his face. "You are not an asshole. Not to me, at least. And I never said I never saw you as more." I utter, too scared that if I say the words louder, this little perfect bubble I am in currently will burst. I am cradling his face, causing him to look at me in the eye. He still has the softest eyes, the hazel orbs with the little specs of gold now turning a little green. "What are you saying?" He asks me, stuttering as he lets the question wander in the space between us. "Shut up and just kiss me already." I order, making him hum before he leans in to kiss me.
He goes slow, letting me feel his lips on mine. It is barely weird between us; he was my best friend from childhood up until the end of middle school, so it feels homey and familiar, yet ever-so exciting. I am the one to deepen the kiss, parting my lips for him. He gladly responds, bringing his hand to the back of my head to keep it in place. I push him forward a little, resulting in him laying on his back now as I straddle him and turn the kiss into a makeout session. He seems to not know where his hands should go now, so I just place them on my waist. Some primitive part of me wants him to train his hands up my back, gather my hair, and pull on it a little. Some other part wants him to wrap his big hands around my neck, squeeze it as he kisses me. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, but for now, I want him to just be rough with me, prove the rumors I have heard from the girls who supposedly spent some interesting time with him. But I just stick to his rhythm, taking in his taste and touch. I feel him harden underneath me, his bulge pressing against my core and making me clench around nothing. I wiggle, biting his bottom lip before I pull away from the kiss. "I think we should get going..." I fight to catch my breath, moving away from his boner. "Yeah... Yeah... Let's." He stutters, blinking fast as his chest heaves. I look at him for a second, trying to decipher him. He looks shocked and flushed, but kinda cheerful while at it, making me question what is going on with him. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks me. "Just trying to figure out how you feel..." I shrug and he hums. "Pretty damn good, darling." He replies, sitting up and leaning in for one final, short kiss.
--.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.----.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- (Mention of Sexual Assault and Description of Violence starts here) --.----.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- (Ashton's POV) "Did she like the treehouse, Irwin?" Politano asks me as he walks by me. He and the rest of his gang lean against the lockers, looking at me with a smirk. "What?" I ask him, trying to play the unfazed. "Did (Y/L/N) like the treehouse? Betcha she let him in her panties to thank him." He says to his friends, nudging me with his elbow. "Shut up." I warn him, feeling my face heat up at the way everyone is giggling along with the asshole. "What? Did she play hard to get? Don't worry much, bring her over to the party, give her something to drink... Those bitches always play hard to get, but they are the biggest sluts after a drink or two... I bet she will love to be passed around between us all after the third." He chuckles. I don't even realize how I got him on the ground and I am pounding my fist on his face time after time until I am pulled back by one of the teachers. "I will fucking murder you if you open your fucking stupid mouth again." I threaten, still pulling against the person who is restraining me.
"As you are aware, violence is not accepted in our school environment. You nearly broke Mr. Politano's face in, then made a threat regarding his life, Mr. Irwin. I am afraid I have no choice but to write the incident in your file and expel you for 10 days, Ashton." The principal states, making me chuckle sarcastically. "Politano made a rape suggestion for one of our classmates and I am the one getting expelled?" I ask, rubbing my knuckles to stop them from hurting. "Do you have proof he did?" She asks me, making me roll my eyes at her. "His pussy friends. They were there, they heard him." I protest. "They told me personally that you started beating him up due to an argument regarding your car." She replies. "Of course they did. And of course, you believed them. Fucking hell... You don't fucking care about students, do you?" I look at her in anger, pushing my chair back and standing up before her. "You are expelled for 15 days. I hope you get rid of your violent behavior by the time you are back." She replies, dismissing me. I walk out of her office, fuming with anger that she doesn't believe me. (Y/N) could be in danger and the principal is just sitting there looking at her walls. I just have to talk to (Y/N), find her, and tell her to stir away from that dude. --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.----.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- (Mention of Sexual Assault and Description of Violence ends here) --.----.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.--
I wait in the parking lot for her, standing by the place her bike is and hoping she doesn't have any extra-curriculum today. The school is pretty empty by now, everyone rushing out to get home, but (Y/N) is nowhere to be seen. It is driving me insane, watching all those faces walk by but none of them being (Y/N).
I stayed there until 5, texting her back to back but getting no response back. I drive to her house, hoping to at least find her there.
I ring the doorbell and bounce on my heel, waiting for someone to answer the door, preferably (Y/N). But her mom opens the door, looking at me with her usual smile. "Ashton. Come on in." She moves aside, letting me step into the house. "Is (Y/N) here? I need to talk to her." I state and she hums. "Let me go check on her. She wasn't feeling very well when she got home." She smiles at me, walking away and upstairs to (Y/N)'s room. I tap my fingers against my jacket while I wait, feeling a knot in my stomach form. God, I just want her to be ok, I couldn't give a fuck about anything else.
Her mom walks down the stairs, having the most sympathetic smile on her face. "She was asleep, sweetheart. And I didn't want to wake her up. I pity her." She explains and I nod. "Will you tell her I dropped by when she wakes up? And ask her to call me as soon as possible." I ask and she nods. "Of course. Is it something important?" She asks. "No, just something for school." I assure her and she nods. "Ok, sweetheart. I will make sure to do so." She replies.
(Y/N's POV) Almost a week since the incident at school, and Ashton hasn't stopped calling me, texting me, dropping by my house. It is hard for me to hide from him now, I am running out of excuses, and ignoring him seems to not affect. I am scared of him; he nearly broke that guy's skull, he threatened him, he said he would kill him. I knew that Ashton seemed like bad news, but I never thought he was a bad guy. And now he is walking around hurting people. This is not my friend, this is not the person I know and love, but I must face the tune and accept he might be who he is painted as.
I pick up my bag and head for the Model UN class. I have no energy to be there, but I can't back out of the obligations I have taken on my back. College interviews are around the corner and I need to look impeccable on paper. "So, you are going to continue avoiding me?" I hear Ashton's voice from behind me as I walk to the school's exit. I turn around, finding him looking like shit, a mixture of pain and disappointment written on his face. "Ashton, I really don't want to talk to you." I state, turning around to walk away from him. "Is this because we kissed in that treehouse? Did you regret it? And you don't even have the balls to tell me..." He spits out, making me take a deep breath. "No, it is because you are an asshole. You pretended to be soft to me one day and the next you nearly killed a guy." I snap, causing him to gasp and run his hand down his face.
He grabs me by my wrist, yanking me along him as he guides us into an empty room. "You are hurting me." I hiss, pulling my arm back and away from his grip. "I am sorry... I am sorry." He lets go, raising his hands in surrender.
--.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.----.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- (Mention of Sexual Assault and Description of Violence starts here) --.----.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- "Do you know why I beat him up?" He asks me, sitting on top of a desk. "The whole school knows. He said something about your car and you snapped." I am trembling as I let it out, afraid of him snapping at me. "Of course he spread his version." He chuckles sarcastically. "What happened then?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders. He looks me in the eye, biting his lip before sighing. "He asked me if you let me fuck you in the treehouse. I didn't answer obviously, so he just kept talking. He said I should invite you to the party, get you drunk, take advantage of you. Then he took it further, said you should be passed around between me, him and his friends... Then I blacked out. The image of him hurting you played in my head and I blanked. I told the principal what he said, she said I had no proof, expelled me for 15 days. I came to your house and your mom told me you were asleep. I just wanted to tell you that you should avoid that dude. But you have been ignoring me since. I know you probably won't believe me, so just go. I won't bug you anymore." He gives up. The fact that he is looking at me as he speaks, the honesty and worry in his voice, and the fact he shows his disappointment at the end, tell me he is honest right now. Which makes me feel like the biggest asshole in the world. "You got expelled for me?" I ask, stuttering as I let the words out. "I couldn't let the fucker talk that way about you. And I got expelled because I did something violent, it wasn't your fault." He replies. I move closer to him, bringing my hands to cradle his face. "You are a dum-dum, aren't you?" I ask him, making him chuckle. "Took you long enough to realize..." He replies. "That day, when I saw you beating him up... It was the scariest thing ever." I admit and he sighs softly, looking down. "I would never hurt you. And I would never hurt anyone else if they weren't set to hurt you..." He assures me. --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.----.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- (Mention of Sexual Assault and Description of Violence ends here) --.----.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.-- --.--
I nod my head, leaning in to kiss him softly. I feel him sigh in relief, bringing his hand to the back of my head. I didn't know I had missed his lips that much until now. I track my hand from his face to the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his dark locks. Since our junior year, his natural blond strands gave place to an ink-black dye, making him look chiseled and rough. I stay there for a second, contemplating whether or not I should succumb to the temptation and pull at his hair. I go with my gut and pull at his hair, causing him to moan in surprise and lower his hand to the small of my back. He holds me close to his body, so I arch and press my chest more against his, feeling his heartbeat on my skin. He pries my lips more open with his tongue, letting it slide against mine. I let him set the rhythm for me before I pull away and trap his bottom lips between my teeth. I nibble on it softly, pulling it back as he moans for me. His grip on my waist becomes tighter, signaling it is time for me to tease him, just a little.
I pull away from him, still keeping my face an inch from his. He is breathing heavy, mimicking the way my breath leaves my lungs. His chest is inflating and falling against mine, making me lick my lips as I stare at him, not daring to break eye contact. "You look so innocent, so precious..." He begins, but I press my thumb against his lips and hush him. I graze it over his mouth, bringing my gaze to his lips, focusing on taking in the details of his. I lean in again, kissing him deeply at once. He moans almost in relief as if the teasing left him longing for me. I feel my sex tingling, my mind fogging up with all the inappropriate thoughts that bombard it. "Put your hand under my skirt..." I whimper, trailing my lips down his neck. "What?" He asks in surprise, throwing his head back as I reach his soft spot. "(Y/N), we don't have to go further right now... This is enough." He tries hard to stop himself, but I just really want him, more than anyone in the world. "I want you... Please..." I beg and he groans, bringing his hand under my skirt and pressing it on my sex. His touch feels like heaven; I yelp and my eyes flutter, while I feel my stomach tighten. "Fuck... You've soaked your underwear..." He comments, rubbing his fingers over my clit. I shudder as he touches me, making me buck my hips back and forth involuntarily. "I need you... So fucking much." I cry, holding onto him. I am a mess, craving more from him already. "Can I put my fingers inside you?" He whispers in my ear, his breath fanning against my skin. "Yes, please..." I groan with eagerness, resting my head on the crook of his neck. His fingers move lower, pushing aside my panties before he uses my wetness to lube them up, seconds later pushing a finger inside me. He gives me a second to test the waters, adding a second one shortly after. It feels intense, the way his fingers are moving inside me makes my walls stretch tight around him. "Why are you so fucking tight, princess?" He moans by my ear, making me whimper; he sounds so good, moaning without holding back. Fuck I wanna listen to that moan all day if I can. "You like it, daddy?" I ask, leaning closer to him and resting my head on his shoulder. "Oh, I love it, princess." He replies, curling his fingers against my spot. I jolt up, gripping onto Ashton's shoulders as he insists on working there. "You love my fingers there, baby?" He asks me, a chuckle dressing his voice. "More than anything." I reply, clenching around his digits. "I want more, please..." I whimper, looking at him with puppy eyes. "Then, let's get you right for me cock..." He replies, opening his fingers inside me and making me whimper. His fingers are banging inside me relentlessly, causing me to bite onto his neck to keep myself quiet. "Love your teeth on my skin, babygirl... Bite harder..." He moans, using his thumb to stroke circles on my clit. "I need you to fuck me... I need you inside me." I beg, my voice breaking at the end as I shudder against him. He takes his fingers out of me, picking me up and placing me on top of the desk. He looks at me with his pupils dilated, eyes dark as he grabs my face harshly and leans in to kiss me. I have goosebumps all over my skin, only rising more as he brings his hands to remove my underwear. "You are sure about this, baby?" He asks me again stopping himself from freeing his cock. "Yes, please, fuck me." I beg and he grunts, unzipping his black skinny jeans and fiddling with his boxers to free his cock. I can practically feel my mouth water over his length, imagining myself on my knees and him fucking my mouth until my eyes tear. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have never made these thoughts about anyone... And now all I can think of is getting railed by him. He strokes his cock a couple of times, spreading my thighs more before he tries to line up to my entrance. He rubs the head of his cock along my slit a couple of times, gathering wetness as lube and making me tingle down there.
He pushes his cock inside me, making me gulp the knot in my throat and curl my toes inside my shoes. He makes my body slide a little on the smooth surface of the desk as he thrusts in slowly, letting me adjust to him. I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes, sinking in the sensation he is giving me. It is slow, but he is touching me so lovingly to make sure I am doing fine as he fills me up. His hands are resting on my thighs, stroking over them softly as he is holding onto them to go deeper. There is a darkness in his eyes I can tell is lust, but his gaze is also soft and loving. And then he goes ahead and slams onto me forcefully, once my breathing is normal and I have eased onto him. My head lulls back and my eyes roll as I feel his tip hit deep inside me. "You ok, baby?" He asks me, dragging me closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing myself down on the base of his cock. "Yes... Harder..." I whisper, crunching up to watch his dick move in and out of me so smoothly. The feeling is indescribable, the way he is making me feel right now is beyond words. My stomach is peculiarly tight and my hips seem to have a mind of their own, as they are bucking against his to meet his thrusts. He raises my skirt more, bunching it up to my stomach and looking down at my bare heat. "Why do you have the best fucking pussy I've ever seen?" He asks, bringing one hand to grab onto the side of my face. The veins on his hand are bulging, making him seem so attractive to my eyes. I look at him like a doe, fully and unconditionally succumbing to him. His face is tensed, lips parted as he fucks me deeper, groaning and slamming onto me, making his cock stretch my walls. "Open your little shirt, baby... Give me a little peek..." He snakes his hand to my hair, twisting his fingers into my locks. Shakily, my hand moves to undo the buttons of my shirt, revealing my breasts to him. I move the cups of my bra as well, giving him a full show of my chest. My nipples are hard and peaking, letting him know how good all this feels, how good he is making me feel. "Shit... Watch them... Watch how nicely they bounce as I fuck your pretty little pussy..." He kisses the side of my neck, a smile forming on his lips as they press onto my skin. He is not my first, but he is without a doubt a hell-lot better than my first. And I know I am not his first either, which feels strange, yet assuring. He grabs onto my chin, bringing my face to his and kissing me. He still moves inside me, with hard strokes that have turned more sloppy, and his pulsing cock adding to the pleasure building inside me. One of his hands trails down my body, his thumb pressing against my clit and stroking it at a speed that complements his thrusting. I whine against his mouth, my hand moving to the back of his neck and raking my nails down his skin. I am so close, but I just need a little something, a bit of an extra kick. "Will you cum inside me? Please?" I beg as I pull away to catch my breath. He growls and nods, planting a kiss on my temple. It is absurd to think that I am fucking with my childhood best friend, in our school, in the room I will be having calculus tomorrow, while I am wearing my school uniform. This is a day I will remember for years. "Are you sure about me cumming in you? Because I am really close, princess." He groans, the sound coming from deep in his throat. "Yes, please... I wanna feel all of you." I reply, biting on my bottom lip as I feel myself getting closer. He groans and gives me his all, pushing me softly on my back and pressing my hips down. He is groaning, sweating, and cursing as he slams down on me, gluing his hips on mine as he cums, throwing his head back, and clenching his jaw as he orgasms. I feel the warmth and a weird coziness spread in me, a smile stretching on my face as I reach my peak, my back arching up while his thumb still works on my clit.
After we both come down from our highs, Ashton pulls me in for a kiss, making my heart flutter at how soft this move is. "We need to get going. The janitor is going to start checking the rooms soon." I comment as I part from him, stroking my thumb over his cheek softly. "Yeah. Let's get a bit decent." He smiles, pecking on the tip of my nose. He pulls out of me, causing my walls to contract at the emptiness. I fix my bra and start buttoning my shirt as he works to fix his pants. "Have you seen my panties?" I look around me, hopping off the desk and landing on my feet. "Yeah..." He smirks, picking them up from the nearby chair and stuffing them in his pocket. "What are you doing?" I ask with a chuckle. "Those are mine now..." He replies, shrugging his shoulders. "Are you doing that to all the girls you've fucked at our school? Is this some weird kind of collection you keep in your drawers?" I ask and he looks at me with a furrow. "I haven't fucked anyone from our school. Well, except you, obviously. And no, I don't do that... But I can always start with yours..." He states. "But the rumors..." I mumble. He approaches me, wrapping his arm around my waist before hushing me with a kiss. "They are just rumors, love. Wet dreams they have about me every night. Nothing more. Come on now, I am dropping you off home." He winks, keeping his hand there as we walk out of the class. "I have your creampie on my sex. I can't walk around with no panties." I state. "I bet it feels great, having my cum trickle down your thigh, doesn't it?" He asks cockily.
We put my bike in the backseat of Ashton's car before driving away from the school campus. I wiggle in my seat, feeling my cheeks heat as I try to get comfortable with Ashton's cum inside me. He seems to find it amusing, his spirit high as he drives. "This was good..." I admit, reaching for his hand that rests on the gear shift. "Yeah, it was. Who knew sweet little (Y/N) would be such a devil..." He chuckles. "Well, I have never been like that before. At least not while having sex... I mean... You are my second, and I guess... Fuck, all I am trying to say is that you brought it out of me." I shrug. He brings his hand to cover mine, grazing his thumb softly over the back of it. "I like this side of you, princess." He replies, making me bite the inside of my cheek. "Do you think you can sneak out tonight? I wanna take you somewhere. I promise it is not for sex." He asks me. "I don't know. But maybe you can sneak in at night. And there will be sex if you do..." I reply devilishly, earning a chuckle from him. "You are going to fuck me in the same house your parents are going to be?" He asks me with an eyebrow cocked. "You have an issue with it?" I ask back and he shakes his head from side to side. "Look at little angel over there, with the devil horns peaking on top of her head..." He comments, reaching in his pocket and handing me my panties. I shrug and stuff them in my backpack, leaning in to kiss his cheek as he pulls into my driveway. "My parents doze off at 11:30. I'll be by our front door at 12... Try not to make noise." I comment, and he giggles. "Yes ma'am..." He mocks but moves for a final kiss.
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fuckingplaidpants · 5 years ago
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Lemme Show You - M.C
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- Michael teaches is roommate how to masturbate
Notes: smut, soft and fluffy, fingering
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The awkward topic of masturbation had been brought up - well for Eve it was awkward.
The tiny shy girl at 21 years of age had never touched herself. She'd had sex only twice and twice was enough to turn her off it. The 2 different asshole of boyfriends used her for her cute petite body rather than actually liking her and having feelings for her.
Eve has roomed with her best friend michael for 3 years now and they were never afraid to talk about anything. Michael was the only person she truely felt comfortable with and could trust.
However, masturbation and sex was never something Eve brought up in conversation, especially if it was about herself.
She was embarrassed to even think she was scared of having any kind of sexual interaction, even with herself. She thought at 21 she would have 'grown up' and found the joy and pleasure within sexual intimacy.
But every time it crosses her mind she cringes at the horrible sex experiences she endured. She also partially blames the fact her mother was never very open with her and never told her all the wonders about puberty or periods or anything to do with her own womanly parts. Eve had to discover it all for her herself.
And now currently, as she sat cross legged in the middle of Michael's bed with flushed red cheeks and clammy hands as he decided to ask the questions he was always curious about but never asked as he didn't want to intrude Eve's privacy.
She hesitantly told him she had lost her virginity which lead her to say that she didn't like it and only did It one time after that and never again.
Michael was shocked at this but what shocked him even more was when she whispered out that she'd never masturbated and didn't know how to. She barely knew the anatomy of the vagina in the first place.
The poor girl was truely missing out on what a wonderful and completely healthy thing masturbation is.
"Lemme teach you then." He nonchalantly suggests as he hangs up his clothes in the wardrobe.
Eve chokes on her own saliva, very taken back at Mike's offer.
"W-what." She nervously laughs and swallows quickly.
Yes she was timid with this kind of stuff but in the back of her mind, she always wondered how it would feel if it was done properly and what an orgasm actually felt like.
"I'm serious," he turns around from hanging his clothes up with no immature smirk or grin on his face. He was dead serious. "I will gladly help you out. Masturbation is so normal and it doesn't have to be weird. I won't think of you any differently." He maturely says.
"I-I uh Michael I dunno I mean- I maybe-"
Michael abandons his task, taking his full attention to Eve as he sits on the edge of his bed.
"My mums a gynaecologist, I've stumbled across her study books before and I happen to know a few things," He smiles softly trying to ease Eve's obvious nerves. "It's up to you. I don't want to pressure you into is but I'm telling you now, you're missing out."
"W-what would you uh d-do?" She whispers, toying with the delicate ring on her finger
"I'll show you nice and slowly. I'll be so gentle and I will stop at anytime you want me to." He strokes a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you say?"
She knows deep down she wants it. She's curious and what better opportunity to do it with the person she trusts the most.
"Y-yeah ok." She squeaks.
"Yeah?" His face lights up slightly. "Well come down here, I want you to be able to watch what I'm doing." He takes her trembling hand and leads her to his full length mirror.
"M'gonna watch?" She gulps, not used to this at all.
"Mhm. Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror like that before?" Michael asks as he places a towel down on the carpet
She shakes her head no. She was not aware of what she looked like down there.
He reassures her that that's totally ok, sitting her down on the towel so she was looking at herself in the mirror.
"You're so pretty," he takes a seat behind her, pulling her back so she sat between his open legs.
"Thank you." She blushes profusely as Michael gets her to lean back into his chest.
To get her comfortable with his touch, he runs his finger tips down her neck and lets them go down her arms. Goosebumps arise on the surface and he makes sure to ask if she ok with this in which she sighs with a nod.
His lips press to her shoulder, heating up the area as he lets his hands travel over her clothed torso, feeling her curves.
Having never been touched so sensually, she was squirming within minutes with parted lips and breaths becoming deeper. Especially as his lips gently kiss the side of her neck.
He hooks his fingers under her tank top, pulling it up.
"I'm not wearing a bra is that ok?" She panics slightly.
"Of course, I'm not here to judge you." His lips brush the shell of her ear.
Her arms rise in the air as he pulls the fabric over her head, letting her perky breasts free from the years of confinement. Years of being deprived of the attention they deserved.
She watches Michael's face in the mirror, hoping for some kind of approval. He honestly cannot take his eyes off them. He simply cannot believe she's been hiding such cute tits away.
He lets his hands start on her shoulders, running slowly down over her collarbones and further down her chest. They brush over her nipples making her gasp softly as they harden.
She watches his hands knead them firmly and absolutely is mesmerised but the sight. Her hips begin to slowly rock as she begins to feel something she's only felt a few times but never really understood why.
"Can I?" He questions as he tugs in the hem of her skirt.
"Y-yes." She breathes, becoming needy and doesn't know why or how to react.
He rolls it up, displaying her underwear. "M'gonna touch you, ok?" He says, letting his chin rest upon her shoulder so that he could watch down at his hand slide over her clothed heat.
She gasps again at the sudden feeling that was hard to describe. His finger tips glide over her underwear, drawing light circles over where her clit was.
"Oh my god." She breaths, quite shocked. "That feels really good right there."
He chuckles lightly at how sensitive she is to be having her breathless with just lightly touching over her underwear. He knows he has to be very gentle.
"Yeah? I'm going to slide them off now" He watches her, watching him work his hands in the mirror.
"O-okay."
She lifts her bum for him to remove her underwear and skirt, tugging them off her feet and placing them to the side.
She closes her legs and timidly glances up to Michael in the mirror.
"It's ok, I'm not here to judge you or hurt you." He strokes her hair making her relax back into his chest.
He softly parts her silky smooth thighs to reveal her pretty pink pussy, wet and untouched.
"Please be careful Michael." She whimpers.
"I'm going to be so gentle ok? You tell me if you want me to stop. Here, put your hand on top of mine so you can stop me at any point." He places her small hand over his.
It runs down the in side of her thigh, reaching the outer lips of her pussy, carefully spreading them open.
Michael takes a deep breath, regathering his thoughts as he sees how wet she was. The poor girl had probably never experienced anything like it.
She notices it in the mirror and Michael can tell she's concerned and self conscious about how she looks down there so he decides it's best to explain a few things before continuing to make sure she knows that everything it's normal and fine.
"It doesn't look like the diagrams in school." She embarrassedly whispers.
"I heard that no girls does." He giggles softly. "They all look totally different. Every girls does and that's ok."
"Really?" She continues to inspect herself through the mirror.
"Mhm," He nods reassuringly.
A hand rests on her thigh as the one with her hand on top slides to the beginning of her slit where her clit can be seen all nice and swollen. Michael knows she's ready for him.
"This right here," His index finger pulls up her clit as she intently watches. "Is your clitoris, or the clit. It's only purpose is to make you feel good." He tells her.
He lets the pad of his finger tip, gently skim over her sensitive bud making her moan for the first time.
"Then further down," His fingers glide through her wetness. "This is the entrance." He slowly eases the tip of his index finger in.
She nods, her bare chest rising and falling as she anticipates the pleasure to come.
She's fully comfortable now, removing her hand from his, fully trusting him to do what he wants.
He drags her arousal up and circles it around her clit but never directly on. He knows this will be to sensitive for her.
She moans so sweetly as she watches his hand work it's magic on her. She's in awe of how amazing michael can make her feel.
"Feels s'good huh?" He whispers with his warm breath hitting her neck.
"Ye- oh my god," she moans, her head tipping back briefly as a strong wave of pleasure rushes through her.
Michael continues to rub loose circles over her clit, satisfied she's enjoying it. His other hand moves off her thigh so a finger presses at her entrance. Although she'd lost her virginity, that was 2 years ago and considering she is a tiny girl, he knew she'd be tight.
Her hooded eyes stare as his finger slowly easing in to her hole. There was no horrendous pain like she had experienced a few times before. His finger just slipped in so easily.
"Fuck." She whines, loving the sight of his finger sinking into her.
"Does it feels ok darling?" He cautiously asked, not wanting anything to hurt her.
"Yes Mikey!" She breaths, barely able to talk.
"I'm gonna slip another on in, kay?" He kisses her neck and she tilts it so he has better access.
He pushes in a second finger, sinking in right to his knuckles as Eve squeezes Mikes thigh beside her. Not because it was painful, but because the new found pleasure of being stretched out by her best friends fingers was so good.
Her pussy moulds tightly around his fingers, leaving no room for a third finger. At least not 0n this first occasion.
He draws his fingers out, before sliding back in to create a slow rhythm to start with.
"Michaellll," His name tumbled from her lips and he nearly groaned at the delightful sound.
He always though his best friend was stunning, but this took things to another level for him. Seeing how she trusted him to do this and how beautiful her body is made his head spin.
His finger still rub her pink clit and in combination with his fingers fucking her, it creates the strongest sensation Eve has felt yet.
She didn't know what an orgasm felt like but by the way the euphoria was increasing by the second she had an idea of what was about to happen.
Her chest rises and fall rapidly and her back begins to arch off his chest. Even her hips involuntarily rock into his two finger, pumping steadily in and out of her.
"Look how pretty you look," Michael mumbles in her ear and she re opens her eyes to watch her own body in the mirror. "Are you watching my fingers sweetheart?"
Of course she was, in fact she couldn't take her eyes off them and the way they effortlessly worked her.
He curled his fingers that little bit extra making Eve let out the loudest moan yet and her little hand wrap around his wrist, rubbing it up and down almost as if it was her way to encourage him.
He feels her begin to clench around his fingers and by her not taking a breath from her whines and moans, she was about to cum.
"You getting close? You about to cum over my fingers baby?" He lowly whispers.
She can't answer him, no words could be formed from her mouth but she knew this must be what an orgasm is and that she was about to cum.
She whines out for the last time as Michael tips her easily over the edge. She's breathlessly panting, her legs trembling and the ecstasy washes strongly over her little body. She's sensitive immediately, making her thighs close together as Michael finger slowly work her down.
Her body goes limp against his chest, his own heart beating just as fast as hers. She whines with her eyes flutter closed as she comes down from her high.
He slides his fingers away from her, cleaning them off on the towel laid underneath them. He rubs his hands gently over her shoulders, letting her take the time she needs to regain composure after her first orgasm that definitely did hit her hard.
He strokes her hair back off her sweaty forehead and tucks it behind her ear. Michael's almost nervous to speak. He said he wasn't going to let it be weird - and by all means it isn't, but he just can help but feel somewhat guilty that he enjoyed it and that he may possibly just discovered he has feeling for her.
"Are you ok?" He swallows lightly and breaks the silence
"Yeah Mikey, I am." She opens her eyes and softly smiles at him though the mirror with pink cheeks.
"Well, what do you think?" He chuckles.
"I really have been missing out haven't I. I've never felt anything like it. Thank you," She shyly giggles. "But now I'm all," she parts her legs slightly to peer in between them though the mirror, "sticky."
"Yes, you did make quite the mess love." He chuckles, helping her to her feet before putting and arm around her back and under her knees to pick her up bridal style.
"Michael!" She squeals and uses a hand to hold her breasts and one to grip his shoulder, scared she may fall.
He looks down at her body in his arms, shaking his head with a smile as he walks to the bathroom. "Can't believe you've hidden this all away. You're so beautiful Eve."
She takes her index finger shyly between her lips, looking back up to him with glossy eyes full of adoration.
Michael places Eve up on the bathroom sink, going to turn around to run her a bath but not before she pulls him back by the wrist.
They both lock eyes, intently gazing into each others for a moment as Michael moves in between her legs. Her arms sling around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. He has a large hand resting on her hip and his other cupping her jaw. He slips his tongue pass her plump lips and she hums into the kiss.
They break away, resting their foreheads together and giggling softly.
"What are we doing?" Eve chuckles.
"M'not sure but I think I could get used to it." Michael giddily grins.
"Me too. I actually think I might need some more lessons too."
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caelesjjk · 5 years ago
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Blurb week
Would anyone wanna send me some domestic!sos blurb requests? I’m in a writing funk and I think maybe if I write something else for a bit I’ll be able to finish fic I’ve been working on. So send me things and I’ll write them this week!
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kindahoping4forever · 4 years ago
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Watch Me Bloom: A Few Months Ago // Ashton Irwin
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I’m so excited to finally share this with everyone! As I mentioned, the week leading up to Superbloom really inspired me. It was so hard to believe that just seven months prior, we were living the ups and downs of CALM’s release while this was a essentially a never ending parade of self-reflection and joy. My fic Release explored a relationship dealing with CALM and I thought it’d be fun to see what the Superbloom experience might look like thru the lens of a relationship. (I wouldn’t say it’s a sequel - in my mind, they’re different relationships- but you could call it a thematic companion.)
As always (but honestly even more so this time because omg this section especially changed again and again), my eternal love and gratitude to @cal-puddies​​ for always offering direction, notes, encouragement and a good roast when I need it.
Warnings: What a surprise, it’s Boyfriend!Ash. Brief quarantine mention. So much fluffy smut you’ll wonder if I’m alright. Oral sex performed on a female. Unprotected sex within an established relationship. This is the tame chapter, folks. The calm before the smutty storm, if you will.
Word Count: 3319
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You sleepily roll over to snuggle your boyfriend but instead of being surrounded by the warm firmness of Ashton’s back, you feel cool air and the beginnings of a falling sensation. Your body jolts awake to catch itself, your brain making the unpleasant discovery that there’s no one laying next to you and you’re about to tumble off the couch. You shake your head upon realizing you once again fell asleep in the living room, watching TV.
It was a bad habit you fell into once Ashton got busy with his new project. You still hadn’t gotten used to falling asleep without him and a part of you can’t help but long for the early days of quarantine, when you spent the majority of your time lazily wrapped up in sheets and each other.
But as time went on, you started waking up alone and finding him sitting outside with a coffee, scribbling away on a notepad. Other days you’d wake up to the sounds of him already in the shower, singing gibberish words to fill out gorgeous melodies he dreamt of and is trying to perfect while he gets ready to take on the day.
He eventually showed those scribbles and shower songs to his housemate, Matt, who helped him shape them into demos, which they then decided to make into fully produced tracks. After weeks of rearranged furniture, strewn about instruments and dodging cables running through the hall, Ash gleefully shared that he planned to release these songs as his own album. You’d kissed him happily, shared in his joy and teased him relentlessly that it took him this long to tell you. You couldn’t have been happier for him and you loved seeing him excited about work again, especially after the frustration surrounding the band's album release earlier this year, but every night when you go to bed alone, you just miss him.
You shuffle into the kitchen and dump the rest of your long forgotten tea in the sink, turning on the tap to wash the cup. While you wait for the water to warm up, you cartoonishly stretch your arms over your head and loudly yawn.
“Long day?” A voice asks from across the room.
You chuckle and turn to greet Matt, who’s headed towards the sink with an armful of various mugs he and Ashton must’ve used for tea, coffee and water over the course of the day.
“Well, I got up earlier than usual and Ash had already made his side of the bed, so I’m sure it was nowhere near as long as yours,” you comment, reaching out to take the dishes from him.
He silently thanks you with a kind smile. “Yeah he was up and at it even before me today,” he admits, shaking his head. “Had quite the breakthrough today, though. I’m sure he’d love to tell you about it if you wanna pay him a visit.”
You lightheartedly scoff as you quickly wash the cups. “And also he’s just moved from your studio down to his and you think I can talk him into actually getting some rest?”
He laughs at how well you know your boyfriend. “I told him I was gonna call it a night but I don’t think he’s taking the hint,” he admits.
“Sounds like our guy,” you shrug, setting the clean mugs on the rack to dry. “I’ll pop by and check on him before I turn in.”
You head for the bathroom and quickly go through your routine; you mentally cheer when you turn on the light and see Ash’s green henley draped haphazardly over the bathtub. It smells like him so he must have just tossed it aside when he showered earlier; you inhale deeply as you slip it over your head and throw on a pair of sleep shorts before heading down to the basement where he’s working.
You tentatively make your way down the stairs, not wanting to startle him. As you suspected, he’s intently focused on his computer screen, dragging and dropping components of a track, trying to layer the elements just the way he wants, something he was recently so proud to tell you he had learned to do.
You knock quietly on the wall when you reach the bottom. He turns around to investigate and exclaims your name with far too much enthusiasm for the late hour. He opens his arms, which you know means he wants you to come sit on his lap. He greets you with a sweet kiss as soon as you sit down and hums when he recognizes the scent of your nighttime skin products. “Bedtime already?” He asks, sounding slightly disappointed.
You jab his side playfully. “Already? It’s pretty fucking late, dude,” you tease. “I fell asleep on the couch again.”
“Aww, baby, no,” he commiserates, stroking your arm empathetically. "You weren’t waiting up for me again, were you?”
“Maybe subconsciously,” you shrug. “Missed you a lot today. Dreamt about you last night. Dreamt about you while I was asleep right now. I dunno, it’s weird.” He hugs you tighter to him and you rest your head in the crook of his neck. “Matt said you had a good day, though?” You say in a bright voice, trying to compensate for your sad admission.
Ashton softly smiles and squeezes your leg, indicating he knows you wish you hadn’t told him what you did. “Yeah, it was crazy, I woke up with this song in my head and I had to rush down here before it went away,” he explains. “It was so clear in my mind - every instrument, every aspect of the production - and it took all day but we’ve almost got it exactly how I imagined it.”
You rest against him while he clicks around on the computer, playing you different files and explaining each step they took in their process that day. You watch him, instead of the screen, admiring the way he lights up when he talks about his art, the way his dimples just keep sinking deeper and deeper as he delights in telling you the inventive tactic they came up with to get the guitars to sound a certain way.
You peck at his cheek, enjoying the scratch from his light beard. “I’m so glad you had a good day,” you coo. “Think you might want to head up to bed with me now, though? I love seeing how happy this makes you but you’ve still gotta take care of yourself, babe. Still working when I go to bed and getting back at it before I wake up? It’s happening a lot and I get worried sometimes.”
He plays with the hem of your - his - shirt while he listens to your concern. “I know. It’s just easy to get caught up when it’s going good. And it’s all been going so good!” His wide smile turns to an understanding nod when he sees you lovingly shake your head at his excited excuse. “But I know you’re right, baby, I promise I have been trying to be mindful. Today was just the perfect storm.”
“OK,” you murmur, believing him for now, knowing you’ll surely be having this conversation again in a few days’ time. He tilts your chin up to him and moves in for a soft kiss. You sigh as his lips gently move over yours and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair; because of the lockdown, he’d been letting it grow and you were loving it. You’d convinced him to let you trim it a few times to keep it healthy and now you were obsessed with getting your hands on it all the time.
He starts to pull away but you let out a slight whine and bring him back in, deepening the kiss while you’re at it. He lets you lead the makeout as he wraps his arms around you, holding your body against his. You shift yourself in his lap so that you’re straddling him in the chair.
“Is this your plan to tire me out so I’ll come to bed?” Ash grins.
"Thought this was your plan," you tease, tugging his lip between your teeth. "You asked me to sit in your lap, I know your style."
He giggles as you start nipping at his jawline before making your way down his neck and settling in to kiss up and down his collarbones. He sits back and lets you work, running his hands up and down the back of your top, occasionally letting his hands wander down to appreciate how tight your sleep shorts fit over your ass.
“You’re markin’ me up, baby,” he laughs, attempting to detach your mouth from his chest.
You allow him to bring your mouth back up to his, darting your tongue across his bottom lip before saying with a smirk, “Something to help you remember me while you’re locked away working.”
Before he can respond, you move in to kiss him again and as you feel him growing hard underneath you, you lazily begin grinding on him. He groans and moves against you a few times before running a hand up the leg of your shorts.
He raises his eyebrows when he feels how wet you already are for him. “Aww, you really have been missin’ me, huh?” He teases, eyes shining in the dimly lit room. “You know you can always just tell me when you need me, that’s part of the fun of working at home.”
“Don’t wanna interrupt the artistic genius process,” you tease back, sitting further back on his thighs so you can palm him through his shorts. “Plus, I don’t think Matt would appreciate that very much.”
“I’d love it if we didn’t talk about Matt while your hand is on my dick,” he jokes, lifting his hand out of your shorts and up to his lips to lick. You roll your hips impatiently as you watch his lips suck your essence off his fingertips. “Mmm, sweet tonight, baby,” he murmurs. “Think I’m gonna need more.”
Ashton grips the backs of your thighs and suddenly he’s standing to lift you off of his lap and onto the desk in front of him. He deftly uses one hand to move his laptop and various hard drives to the side and uses the other to start tugging your shorts and panties down.
He drops to his knees and the surprise of that sight gets a low moan out of you. When he licks a stripe up your center, you take on a much whinier tone. “Babyyyy,” you try to reason with him, tugging on the collar of his white t-shirt. “I don’t wanna keep you awake any later than you need to be, let’s just fuck and get some sleep.”
He sits back on his heels, peeling off his shirt, flinging it behind him. “Heard my girl was missing me,” he counters, dragging a finger slowly through your wetness. “Gotta make sure you can make it through the day tomorrow.” His thumb plays gently at your clit while he runs his beard along your inner thigh - he’s learned you love the scratch - before fixing his mouth on your skin, clearly intent on leaving a large hickey.
You shiver when without much fanfare, Ash starts softly licking at your clit with just the tip of his tongue. “That’s my needy girl,” he says in a low voice that gives you almost as much of a chill as his mouth just did. Your brain constructs a witty reply but you’re not entirely sure the mumble that came out of your mouth made sense; his tongue is fluttering against your clit now and his hands are forcefully spreading your legs wider while somehow also tenderly massaging your skin.
You pry your hands off the edge of the desk where you’ve been bracing yourself and wrap them in his hair while his mouth works you, loving how his eyes dart up to thank you every time you brush a wayward curl off his forehead. It’s a great juxtaposition to the warning look you get when you start bucking your hips against his face. You didn’t mean to start getting rowdy but he slipped his fingers inside you at just the right angle and at the same time his beard dragged across your skin and his lips finally enveloped your clit - you couldn’t help yourself.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he soothes, sliding his hand underneath your shirt and laying his palm flat across your stomach to settle your movements. “Need it that bad? Could’ve sworn I had you the other night, you’re acting like I haven’t touched you in weeks.” His tone is the perfect blend of condescension and care and his words tease you almost as intensely as his fingers curling inside you.
Your reply is interrupted with a surprised moan when he fits his lips over your clit once again and starts sucking rapidly. “Maybe… having you… just makes… Jesus… makes me want you… mmm-more… fuck, babe, I’m cumming.”
You’re shocked by how fast and strong your orgasm hits you - maybe Ashton’s teasing wasn’t too far off and you are just that needy. You lay back on the desk, tugging at his hair, biting your lip to keep from crying out too loudly; try as you might, you can’t ignore the urge to grind against his mouth and the vibration from his groaning only adds to your pleasure.
He keeps at it until you push him away and you whine when he withdraws his fingers from you; you’ve just barely caught your breath when you squeeze his arm to get his attention, craving him near. He, of course, knows what you need and stands to tend to you. He brushes his fingers across your lips before cleaning the rest of your wetness off of them with his own mouth.
You’re pretty sure you see his cock jump in his basketball shorts as your tongue peeks out of your mouth to sample what he’s shared with you. “Taste good, baby?” He asks with heavy breath.
“Tastes better when I’m mixed with you,” you counter, pulling him in.
He moans into your passionate kiss, one hand trying to lean you back on the desk and the other yanking his shorts down. You resist his attempt, catching him off guard by pushing on his shoulders, guiding him back to his abandoned office chair; you climb in his lap to straddle him again, explaining, “Been wanting you like this all day.”
You take his cock in your hand and give it a few strokes before lifting yourself up and tapping your clit with the tip; you play like this for a minute, using him to tease yourself, rubbing your pussy on him, coating him in your wetness until he grabs your hips and sighs your name in a soft plea.
Smiling to yourself, you think maybe you should rib him about being as needy as you, except you don’t want to wait any longer to get him inside you; he watches intently as you balance yourself on the arms of the chair to line up and sink down on him. You groan together in lustful harmony at the feeling and you begin tentatively rocking your hips, enjoying the familiar stretch of him filling you.
You’ve got a moderate rhythm going when Ash starts playing with your nipples through your shirt; you slow your pace a bit and reach to pull the henley off when he stops you. “Leave it on,” he requests with a glint in his eye, fingers swiftly undoing a few buttons to expose more of your chest. “Now whenever I wear it, I won’t be able to stop picturing you riding me.”
You grin at him and lean back on his thighs, grinding slowly on his cock, trying to find that perfect angle. His hands are all over you, under and over the shirt, running over the tops and inside of your thighs; his grip eventually settles on your ass, kneading it and helping you bounce yourself on him.
You ride him at varying speeds, paying attention to the sounds he’s making and the way his body responds to your movements; you can’t get enough of seeing his jaw clench as he struggles not to fuck up into you, trying to let you have your moment.
He squeezes your ass so hard you know there’s bound to be finger shaped bruises in the morning. “Fuck, Ash,” you whisper, mouth against his ear. Your tongue flicks out to toy with his earring and the gasp you get in response is as satisfying as you’d hoped.
“Gettin’ close,” he strains, lifting his hips against yours slowly, thinking if he’s subtle enough maybe you won’t mind.
“God… same,” you tell him, speeding up and bringing a hand between your legs. “Wanna cum with you, babe.”
Ashton takes that as permission to be more blatant with his thrusting and as your breath starts stuttering, he even throws in a few slaps across your ass cheeks; his instincts are correct and within seconds you’re pulsing around him. Your eyes squeeze shut and flashes of white are all you see; you can tell by the tone of his voice he’s praising you as you orgasm but you can’t process what he’s saying.
His arms wrap around you and he holds you close as you squeeze his cock. You rock against him, working yourself through it when he buries his face in your chest to muffle an exhausted grunt as he cums inside you. You stroke his hair, murmuring how good he feels; he catches his breath and his embrace tightens around you as he pulls you into a soft yet sloppy kiss.
“Love you,” he says quietly, resting his head between your breasts again, beard prickling your skin.
You play with the thin chain he’s wearing, admiring the way the silver contrasts with the dark ink on the back of his neck. You’ve seen this side of Ash more in the past few months than you had the entire time you’d been together and it still takes you aback every time it comes out. “Love you too,” you whisper in reply.
He helps you off of him and you excuse yourself to the adjoining bathroom. When you return a few minutes later, he’s redressed, the desk is back in order and all his equipment is shut off.
“Bedtime?” You ask, pleasantly surprised.
He grins. “Like I’d be able to think about anything else tonight,” he reaches for your hand. There’s a comfortable silence as he starts to lead you out of the room before pausing at the foot of the stairs and turning to you. “You know I miss you too, right? When I’m working all the time like this? I think about you a lot.”
You lift your joined hands, kissing his knuckles. “I know, babe, I’m sorry if I made you feel bad when I said all that, I was just tired,” you frown slightly.
Ash slings his arm around you, kissing the top of your head. “Can I tell you a secret? This shirt was actually clean, I sprayed it with cologne and left it out for you,” he laughs, tugging at your collar. “Wanted to wear tomorrow and spend the day having you close to me.”
“Ashhhh, that’s so sweet it’s almost gross,” you aww. He chuckles as you hop onto the step in front of him and peck rapidly at his lips. “Bold of you to assume I’d let you have it back, though.”
He snorts and follows you up the stairs. You turn to him at the top. “Make you a deal: if you’re still in bed with me when I wake up tomorrow, the shirt’s yours.”
He spins you around and gives you a gentle swat, directing you to the bedroom. “Deal.”
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littledrummeraussie · 4 years ago
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How about when you have a stressful day at work so Ashton picks you up and helps relieve the stress? Could be soft or smutty 😇
I’m gonna shamelessly promo remedy, because that was basically written for a situation like this - that was a smutty take, now we go for the soft one!
@myloverboyash this goes for you, as you seem like you need a pick me up 💖
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”You didn’t have to do this, you know?” you sighed as you opened the car door, settling into the passenger seat. ”But I appreciate it nonetheless. So thank you.”
”Since you’ve been declining all my calls for the last 5 hours the least I could do was to check on you,” Ashton reached over to interlock your fingers, lightly squeezing your hand. ”Y/N, talk to me.”
”Can I skip the talking, and just do whatever crazy idea you came up with to cheer me up today?” you let your gaze linger on your hands, your free one lightly tugging on the red string tied around Ashton’s wrist.
”I do need my hands for driving,” he chuckled, and you needed to do the same, letting go of him after that.
His arm came around the back of your seat as he put the car in reverse and pulled out the parking lot, but the moment he was on his way he put his hand back on your knee. You traced your fingertip down on his knuckles, asking about his day instead, and he picked up on your mood and quickly started talking about their practice and a new idea they have come up with. It always helped to focus on someone else when you had a day like this – you didn’t want to think about the hours spent in the office with countless emails and phone calls demanding your attention. You can worry about them tomorrow; now it was just you and Ashton, your friend who was always ready to help you relieve the stress of your long days.
”Do you feel like Thai or Chinese, or just some good old pizza?” he asked you when he stopped at a red light, giving you a quick glance.
”What do you want?” you’ve tried to turn the question back on him, but he just shook his head with a smile.
”Nice try, Y/N, but it’s your turn. I’ve been choosing for the last couple of our dates,” Ashton squeezed your knee, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep a straight face at the word date.
”Thai would be nice, thank you,” you smiled back at him, and Ash nodded, already on his way to your favourite place.
Ashton liked calling your little meetings dates, even though there was no romantic feelings between the two of you. At least that’s what you’ve told yourself whenever your stomach did a little flip when you’ve looked at him. You’ve always thought that he was an amazing friend, but definitely out of your limit if it came to thinking about him as a possible love interest. But he liked spending time with you, and who were you to deny yourself the small pleasures in life – like going on little dates with Ashton.
He made you sit in the car while he picked up your food, putting the bag in your lap as he took another turn, already driving down another road. For a moment you weren’t sure where he was taking you, but then stopped trying to come up with answers, trusting Ash to bring you to a place where you could quietly eat and talk.
”Earth to Y/N! You’re coming?” he lightly poked your side and giggled when you huffed at him, already getting out of the car.
”Why am I friends with you, Irwin?”
”Probably for my charm,” he winked at you, opening the trunk of his car to pick up a blanket. ”Come on, we’re having dinner on the beach.”
You found your favourite place near the water, both of you kicking off your shoes and Ashton taking off his jacket before you started on your food, listening to the sounds of the ocean as you ate. Ashton let you have a few bites of his food as he dug into yours in return, and you already felt like your stress was disappearing, leaving you with only the pleasant feeling that overtook you whenever you were with Ash.
”You look much more relaxed,” he smiled at you, bumping his knee against yours.
”It’s your charm,” you’ve tried to joke, but deep down you knew it was probably the truth.
”Yeah, your beautiful face always makes me happier whenever I have a rough day,” the words slipped out of his mouth, and you blinked at him, thinking you’ve just imagined it all.
”Ash…” your gaze settled on his blushing cheeks, and he huffed out a laugh, fingers nervously rubbing at his neck.
”I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he started, slightly scooting closer and taking your hand. ”About making our dates a bit more official and stuff. You know, not just as friends, but… maybe something more?”
”I– think I ran out of smart comments,” you chuckled, feeling your own cheeks heat up too, and Ashton laughed again, leaning closer.
”Thank God,” he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, nuzzling the tip of his nose to yours. ”Makes it easier to kiss you.”
Ashton did not wait for you to actually come up with a smart remark, but pressed his lips against yours, and you happily kissed him back, curling against his side. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, slowly pulling you with him as he lay back on the blanket.
”You are the best stress reliever I could have asked for,” you let your forehead rest against his as Ashton hummed, pecking your lips again.
”Did you mean– boyfriend?” he gave you a cheeky smile, and you laughed, tangling your fingers into his hair.
”They are all the same, right?”
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my5sosthing · 8 years ago
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Title: The Frat Boy Hair Cut and Yoga Pants
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Warning: smutty-ish and swearing
Additional Comment: thanks again to ismaithliom1d for being my first request ever. Here’s the Ashton version except completely different.
Ashton Irwin was nothing short of the best human being on the planet.
He was kind-hearted, genuine, caring, supportive, and encouraging; and that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. He had such a good soul and amazing personality. He had it all: the looks, the charm, the talent. It was all in his pocket.
The only thing that baffled me was what I did to deserve him as a friend. Every gesture and look and touch made me re-evaluate my life, trying to think why I had been so blessed. But it never came and I was left in a state of wonder.
And yet, even with his heavenly presence the world, he found room in his amazing life to tolerate me. He made time for us to hang out and he always prioritized our friendship above all else.
So it comes to no surprise, when I ask him to come over and watch a movie, that he drops everything and comes.
He arrives promptly, carrying a bag of our favorite take-out. 
He stands there, dimples and all, when I open the door.
I don't registered anything except the fact that his hazel-green eyes were piercing their way through me.
“Wow. I didn’t know they started hiring frat boys to deliver my favorite take-out.”
He gives me a goofy grin and takes a step inside the apartment.
“Woah there buddy. You can’t just step into a girl’s apartment like that. I’m sure your frat house rules are different, but not here.”
He laughs loudly and hands over the bag, “So you don’t like the new ‘do?”
I smile up at him, “I never said that.”
I walk over to the coach in front of the tv and set the plastic bag down.
“So then you like it?” He asks softly, “Because I was worried it wouldn’t suit me.”
I roll my eyes, “Everything suits you, Ash.”
He gives me another goofy grin before smirking quickly, “Wow Y/n! You shouldn’t flirt so openly with the delivery boy like that.”
I walk toward the kitchen to get us a couple glasses, while simultaneously trying to hide the growing red color of my face.
Ashton Irwin was heavenly. Everything about his screamed “Gift from the Gods”. And so you’d have to be blind and heartless not to like him. Yet, for me, it was more. And I was so fucked over, because it’s too much more. I like him. I like like him. I love him
His eyes stare into mine as I come, caring two glasses.
“I brought soda. So I hope you have ice.”
I groan loudly and turn around to back to get the ice.
“You’re awfully quiet over there.”
He doesn’t respond and so I turn around, nearing the freezer and watch as he stands in front of the tv, with his back towards me.
“Ash?”
“Hm?”
“You good?”
He twists around and smiles at me, “Yeah. I’m just trying to decide what we’re going to watch.”
I laugh, as I filled the glasses with ice, “And who said you were deciding?”
“Well I just assumed that because I got take-out that meant you were indebted to me.”
I bring the glasses back quickly, as hunger sets in, “Pour the soda. I’m eating now.” I say before taking my container out of the bag and then plopping down on the couch. 
“Ash. Move your butt. I can’t see anything.”
“Well that’s because nothing is on yet, Y/n. Besides, my butt is great to look at.”
And I couldn’t disagree because it’s true. Everything about Ashton was great.
“How about we just watch whatever’s on tv. Because I can’t find anything,” he says flopping onto the cushion beside my.
“Giving up so soon?” I ask, food in my mouth.
“Yes,” he says haughtily before laughing at me. “You’ve got sauce on your face.”
I swipe at the side he was pointing at and watched as his smile grew.
“No, right ther- forget it,” he laughs lightly and then uses his finger to wipe it off my face.
He looks down at his thumb, distractedly, as I go back to the tv.
“Napkins?”
I glance over at him, “Yeah, in the kitchen.”
“No, can you get us some?”
“And why can’t you?”
“Because I brought the food. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be eating.”
“Way to milk it, Ash.” I state before handing him my food so that I can find the napkins. However, they aen’t on the counter and so I have to get them from under the sink.
“So how was your day?” I ask, ripping open the package and grabbing a couple napkins.
After no response, I sigh, “You’re being quiet again. Are you sure you’re alright?”
I look back to see him nodding his head.
I sit back down on the couch and grab my food from the table.
“So are you just going to hug my pillow all night, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, looking at me and smiling widely.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
I look at the tv, “So Harry Potter? Are you good with that? Because I don’t want to get up again and get the remote.” I say, glancing at it near tv.
He looks at it too and then frowns, “Yeah, I guess so.”
I hear the slightest huff before I set down my food and get up to get it. I’m watching Harry Potter instead of my hand, and I groan at the sound of the remote hitting the floor.
I bend down to pick it up, only to find the batteries have popped out. I sigh as I snatch everything up and put it back together.
“Y/n.”
I don’t turn around, but I can tell by his voice that something is wrong, “Are you finally going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“I’d rather not. But um- can you- uh,” he trails off and I glance at him sitting on the couch, looking at me strangely.
“Can I what? I’ve already gotten the glasses, the ice, the napkins, and the remote. What more do you need??”
He closes his eyes and breathes out loudly, “I need you go change.”
“Why? I’m comfy.”
“Please.”
“No” I say, finally putting the back on the remote.
“You’re going to make this weird Y/n.”
“No Ashton, you are. What’s wrong?”
“I can’t say. Just please. Go cha-”
“Ashton Irwin. I don’t know what is up with you, but you’re being kind of a dick.”
He grumbled something, making my frustration rise.
“What? What are you saying? What are trying to say? I don’t understand Ashton. I invited you over so that we could hang out and now you’re being-”
“Y/n. You have to change.” He demands
“Why the hell do I need to do anything?!?” I practically yell.
“Because those fucking yoga pants are giving me a boner Y/n. And I love you too much to do something stupid right now.” He shouts as he lift up the pillow and glances down at his pants. More specifically, the bulge in his pants.
I don’t say anything. I just stand there. Ashton Irwin. The gift from above. He isn’t so innocent. He isn’t- I’m stunned. He’s different now. With the boner, his whole image in my mind changes.
Long gone is the picture of curly haired Ashton with sweater paws. What replaces it, is an older, more handsome man. A man with a frat boy haircut. A man standing in front of me, with his eyes glazed over and his pupils slightly dialated. The man in from of me isn’t cute Ashton. He’s hot. And he’s sexy. And I realized that now, it wasn’t just his personality, but all of him. Every single strand of hair. Ever small detail, is what I loved.
“Y/n,” he groaned, “I’m sorry. But-”
I take a step forward, cautiously. What this a one time thing? Was this just because of what I was wearing?
I take another step closer
“I love you too much to do something stupid.”
 He loved me. As a friend? As more? What was this? Did he like me like that? Is that why I was a priority? Or was I right? He was just being the amazing human he always is?
“You can’t keep it in your pants because of what I’m wearing. Is that right?”
He looks at me fearfully, “I said I was sorry. It won’t happen again. I can usually hide it. Especially when I’m with you. Because I like you and I don’t want you to be weirded out. Because we’re friends and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. But this time, it was different,” I listen to him ramble as I try to understand, “I don’t know why. Because I usually have to shut my brain off when I’m with you, otherwise this stuff happens. I mean, it’s happened before when I kicked you out of my apartment all those times that I said I was late to something. Because you just have to smile at me and be yourself. And I’m rambling. Why are you letting me-”
I get it. It finally registers. It wasn’t just a now-thing. It’s been an always-thing. I was right about this. I wasn’t lying to myself.
I take another step forward and kissed him softly. His hands immediately went to my face as his lips brushed mine.
“Are you sure?”
I nod.
“You don’t have to, just because I can’t keep it in my pants this time.”
I kiss him longer this time.
“Don’t tease me Y/n. Answer me.”
I press my body against his as my arms wrap around his neck.
“You’re making the boner harder to keep to myself.”
I lean back and look it into his eyes as they search mine. “Then don’t.”
And with that, our mouths are pressed together, desperately trying to show our emotions. I can feel the stubble on his chin rub against my skin and moan which gives him access to my mouth. He slips his tongue in and I moan loudly this time. It roams around, gliding across, back and forth and I hold on to him tighter, not wanting to let go.
He pulls me closer, something I thought wasn’t possible, before letting go of my mouth and kissing my neck.
“My god”
He nibbles at the area right below my jaw and I lean my head the other way, giving him more space.
“Fuck Ash!”
I jump onto him, and wrap my legs around his waist and he groans as I rub against his more prominent boner.
“You really are a gift from above,” I say softly, my eyes closing in ecstasy as he bites harder while his stubble scratches at my skin.
“I’m not the angel you think I am,” he says huskily, before he moves his hands from my waist to my butt.
“Prove it then.”
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Seeing Red
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I got stuck working on another story when this idea popped into my head and next thing you know I’m writing random Ashton smut. Let me know if you like it and want a part 2
Ana Sofia’s boyfriend Ashton keep ruining her clothes in the heat of the moment
Warning 18+++ smut, sex, smutty sex, sexy smut, whatever
“Ashton, you know I love your passion but you've got to stop destroying my dresses. Every time we go to one of your business functions you get all worked up and end up literally ripping my clothes off of me.” Ana Sofia was annoyed as she surveyed the wrecked garment. She'd shopped for weeks to find the right dress, and she'd planned to wear it more than once. The dress was aqua blue ruched silk dress that zipped  straight up the back. Apparently that was too complicated when her boyfriend had no patience. He had managed to rip the seam away from the zipper halfway down. Not only that there was a huge hole in the lining of the dress that she couldn't explain.
Ashton leaned against the door frame to their bedroom. “Maybe you shouldn't look so sexy in those dresses. Besides it's not like you can't afford to replace them. I make enough money to buy you dresses for days.”
“That's not the point, mi corazon. It doesn't matter if we have the money it's a waste. It's also a waste of my time to go out shopping when I'm already busy with work. I planned to wear this dress to our fundraising drive kickoff next week but it's completely ruined. You need to be more careful.” He just stood there with a smirk on his face which only made her more angry. Ana Sofia threw the dress at him. Ashton caught it with one hand as he stalked across the room to where his girlfriend was standing. He stood over her his hazel eyes staring into her brown ones.
“You weren't complaining last night when I took it off you were you? In fact you were practically begging for me, isn't that right my darling?” Ashton's voice became husky with desire as he ran his fingers down her neck to her chest slipping his thumb into her bra to flick over her nipple.
Ana let out a breathy moan as she reached down to palm the bulge that was growing in his pants “I believe you were begging me as well.”
“Was I?” He moved his mouth down to her breast flicking his tongue over her nipple before grazing it with his teeth. “Don't remember that part. Remind me was that before” his mouth moved to her other breast “or after you were screaming my name?”
“You are so arrogant” she whispered in his ear before biting down on his earlobe then trailing small nips and kisses down his neck.
“SHIT” Ashton pulled away from her to answer his phone. “Yeah? Hey what's up” Ashton looked over at her with a wicked grin. “Alright Cal see you in a bit.”
“I have 15 minutes and I want to hear you beg before I make you cum” Ashton took Ana Sofia's ruined dress and tied her wrists behind her back.
“I have to leave soon. I can't go in freshly fucked” she pouted at him.
“Oh darling that's not what I had in mind.” Pushing her up against the wall he lifted her skirt and knelt before her. She jumped when his lips met the inside of her thigh. Alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites his mouth worked his way up when he reached her panties he slid them to the side and gave the very lightest flick of his tongue across her clit before blowing softly and coolly over her hot skin. The frustration made her push her hips off the wall before Ashton forcefully pinned them back. “I want to hear you beg. Hurry my love we don't have much time”
“Te necesito” she moaned knowing it would break his resolve.
Ashton released a growl from the back of his throat yanked her panties down then his mouth was on her. His tongue exploring her slick folds before his lips wrapped gently around her clit. His long fingers toyed at her entrance before he slid one all the way in, dragging in out slowly before replacing it with two.
Pumping his fingers inside her at an increasing speed  Ashton hummed and sucked on her clit until Ana Sofia could feel her knees begin to quake and the room start to spin.
Her hands still pinned behind her back she longed to have them in his hair pressing him to her as she climaxed on his fingers and tongue.
As she was coming down from her high Ashton released his grip on her hips. Standing up as her knees gave way Ashton unbuttoned his pants and began to stroke his cock.  He lifted her chin to guide her to him.
“No” she said shaking her head and grinning up at him her dark eyes flashing “you have to ask nicely or you can do it yourself.”
“You think you're cute do you?” His thumb ran across her bottom lip.
"Te parezco linda mientras te chupo la polla?"  Sofia licked her lips and stuck her tongue out, waiting.
“Oh God please my love, I need you. I need your mouth” the words tumbled from his lips in a rush. He could never get over how beautiful she was. Especially in moments like this he knew how lucky he was. Feeling her plump lips close around his cock he inhaled sharply. No one had ever been this good. No one had ever pleased him more. Ashton watched as she dipped her head swallowing his cock down her throat. Releasing him and gasping for air her hands took over where her mouth had been. Pumping him furiously twisting lightly to increase the friction “Cum for me baby, hurry we don't have long” Ana pleaded before taking him back in her mouth.
Ashton's phone rang again “ok I'll be down in a oh SHIT” Ashton couldn't help himself “yeah she is gotta go” He hung up on Calum right as his cock went back down her throat.
“I'm so close baby, so close” Ashton groaned his hand on the back of her neck trying not to mess up her hair. “Oh God baby please” he moaned as Ana Sofia took him all the way down again. Ashton felt himself erupt as she swallowed every drop looking up at him as she did.
Ana Sofia popped off of him licking the few drops that leaked from the tip. Ashton shuddered from the sensation as he tried to pull himself together.
She stood up smoothing her skirt down and walked over to the mirror you check her makeup.
Ashton came up behind her after a second and hugged her tightly.
“I love you and I'll see you tonight” Ashton kissed her neck.
“I'll be home late. I have to go shopping to replace the dresses you've ruined.” Ana Sofia met his eyes on the mirror.
Ashton's phone rang once again and she snatched it up “So sorry Cal I'm sending him down now.” She kissed her boyfriend “Te amo, you'd better go.”
Calum was waiting in the car. “Sounds like you had a good morning.” He smirked putting out his cigarette and starting the car.
“You could say that” Ashton grinned. “I should order some flowers for her” Ashton toyed with his phone placing his order. “She's mad I ruined another one of her dresses.”
“You're an animal Irwin.” Cal chuckled “but good idea on the flowers.We're having lunch with the marketing team today. If Sofi is already pissed she won't be happy you're seeing Rachel today.”
Ashton scowled at his friends words. Rachel was the assistant to Trish Oliver the head of marketing. Ana Sofia met a few months ago at a party thrown by their record label and instantly disliked her convinced Rachel had her sights on Ashton. He also noticed Cal called her Sofi, a nickname only used by a handful of close friends. He couldn't help but always be a little annoyed that Calum had known Ana Sofia for years before she'd gotten with Ashton. They met at a pet adoption drive hosted by the animal charity she worked for. They both loved animals and Cal started helping out at her events. Ana Sofia even dated him for like two minutes until they quickly realized they really were just friends.
Ashton felt the day drag on. Ana Sofia hadn't been lying when she said she would go shopping. After receiving the lilies he'd sent to her work she'd taken half a day off. First she hit up her favorites stores picking out 5 or 6 nice dresses for upcoming events and then found an incredibly sexy scrappy red gown that left little to the imagination. An idea popped into her head as she bought it and headed to Victoria's Secret.
Ana Sofia tried on and bought several pieces. She made sure to snap a pic of each one to send to Ashton at work.
Ashton was in the marketing meeting when his phone started buzzing. First couple pics were Ana Sofia in cocktail dresses which made him smile. They'd been together a little over a year and Ashton could never get over how stunning his girlfriend was. Her lush curvy body, thick thighs and full breasts looked perfect to him in anything. Soon the pics he received were a bit more risque. Apparently Ana Sofia was in the red mood. There she was in a red robe and nightie, a red corset set. It was getting difficult to maintain his concentration as the meeting droned on. His phone buzzed again and he almost groaned out loud. The next picture was her in a red bra and panty set. Ashton put his phone away. Trying to ignore his phone vibrating against his thigh and the way his pants suddenly felt way too tight.
As soon as the meeting was over Ashton checked his phone. The final pics Ana Sofia sent him were just her in a red thong. First with her back to the mirror showing off her ass in all its glory. The second pic though where she faced the mirror head on bare breasted her tongue licking her own nipple almost made Ashton drop his phone.
Coming home to an empty apartment was a disappointment but not a surprise. There was a note on the table next to her flowers. Ana Sofia had already come back home and left again. There was beef stew ready for his dinner on the stove. Ashton settled in to relax until she got home.
Ana Sofia came bustling in with shopping bags full which she dropped in the hallway. Ashton got up to help her but instead was met with a kiss.
“How was your day mi corazon? I missed you” Ana Sofia never ceased to give her  a thrill knowing she got to come home to and to bed with this man.
“Long and boring. I did have someone keep sending sexy pics to my phone today. Proved very distracting during the marketing meeting.”
Ashton watched his girlfriend's expression change.
“Marketing? You mean Miss Rachel? “ She pulled away and went into the kitchen to get a drink. “Odio a esta puta. Se que ella esta buscando a que se lo metas “
“What was that? You know that's not playing fair” Ashton was equal parts annoyed and amused by her dramatics.
Ana Sofia came back with two glasses of wine. “I said I don't care for her.”
“Sure you did” Ashton smirked.
“Come into the living room I want to talk” she took his hand.
Ashton hesitated “Am I in trouble?”
“No at least not yet” she replied.
“I have an idea for a compromise” Ana Sofia used her sweetest girl voice and Ashton immediately knew something was up.
“I can't have you ripping my clothes all the time, but I also don't want to give up how amazing the sex is when you get that worked up.” Ana Sofia had curled into him sitting on the couch. Her head on his shoulder, one of her legs between his, her fingers tracing random patterns on his chest.
“So as a compromise you stop tearing my clothes unless I'm wearing red. Anytime I wear something red you're allowed to take it off of me any way you desire.” her voice dropping from sweet to sultry on the last sentence.
Ashton felt a chill as her words sank in. Remembering the pics from earlier he looked down at her wondering what she had on under her clothes.
He stood up pulling her to her feet as well. Turning her so that he stood behind her facing their couch. Ashton's eyes moved over the labyrinth of straps and ties that held her dress on.
“So you're telling me that when you wear something that's not red” he kissed the back of her neck where he then gently untied the first bow. “I have to be slow” another light kiss as he untied another strap “gentle, easy, careful” each word punctuated by a soft kiss and gentle touch as he worked down her back. His fingertips barely grazed her skin but she felt scorched by his touch. She leaned back into his chest as he found the wrap ties on her hips. Now the bright yellow fabric was barely staying on held only by ties at the shoulder. Ashton stopped to admire the contrast against her cinnamon skin. “Don't move” he whispered before moving in front of her. “I just want to look at you.”
Ana Sofia shot him a wicked grin before giving him a gentle shove backwards.
Ashton cocked an eyebrow but sat down on the couch at the same time she dropped her dress revealing her nude except a pair of red bikini panties secured by a bow on each hip.
With a devilish grin Ashton leaned forward and undid the first bow with his teeth.
“Can I ride you Ashton? I've been thinking about it all day” Ana Sofia bit her bottom lip and looked down at him pleading.
“Suck me off first then I'll let you” Ashton pulled his pants down and she dropped to her knees taking the tip of his cock into her mouth just past her lips. She teased him with her tongue flicking it over the hole and swirling down under the tip.
Ashton groaned and buried his hands in her dark hair. Her mouth and her hands moved together working his cock leaving him breathless.
“Baby stop or I'm gonna cum” Ashton pleaded with her. “I want to watch you ride me”
He didn't need to ask twice. Ana Sofia positioned herself facing him as she eased herself on to his shaft. For a second she didn't want to move she just wanted to feel him fully inside her. Then she clenched her walls around him making him gasp.
Slowly she brought herself up before sinking back down. That wasn't what either of them wanted right now and when Ashton kissed her neck she began to ride him faster and harder. This was what she'd been waiting for all day. Ashton pulling her hair, smacking her ass as she rode him to ecstasy. She could tell from his ragged breathing he was getting close. His thumb moved to her clit as she raced towards orgasm. Soon she felt herself tumbling over the edge into bliss as Ashton thrust into her harder. His fingers were digging into her hips as he found his own release.
Later when they were in bed Ashton kissed her shoulder as he spooned around her. “If a pair of red panties have this effect on me I hope you’re ready for what an entire dress will have.”
She let a satisfied smile cross her lips as she drifted off. She was counting on it.
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hope for the best || ashton irwin
this gets a smutty...
You felt the fingers on the back of your neck, and if it were any other day of the week at any other time of day, you might be worried but as it stood, you knew it was your chem lab partner.
“Hey, Irwin.” you chirp, looking around to meet his eyes.
He immediately grins at you, “Hey you.” slipping his arm around your shoulders.
“Hey Cal, Hemmings.” You greet his two friends.
It was no secret that Ashton had a thing for you. He was extremely obvious about it but you tended to ignore his advances. Not because you weren’t interested, but because you knew he was trouble, and you had known it since he chose you for his lab partner.
“Did you get your hair cut? It looks nice.” Luke mentioned, flicking his hand through your shorter strands.
“I did. Thank you!” you flash a smile at him. Ash immediately reaches out, smacking his friend. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you Ash.” you giggle.
“Who said anything about jealousy?” he retorted, keeping you tight against him as you made your way through campus. “Want to get lunch with us?” he asked.
“Sure, I don’t think I’ve eaten since lunch yesterday.” you sigh.
“Hows your Spanish midterm coming?” Cal asks.
“Ugh, it’s a mess. Do you want to get together later and we can exchange and go over them together?”
“That’d be great actually. I’m struggling with mine. Come by the house later.” Cal says.
“Uhh. we’re gonna be getting ready for that party this weekend Cal, I don’t know if you’ll get much work done.” Luke pipes up.
“Shit, that’s true.” he groaned, smacking his forehead.
“Just come over to my place. And if Ashton can pull himself off one of the new freshman, he should come over so we can do this lab report too.”, you tease.
Ashton scoffed, “I’ve been good this semester… no freshman. But I thought we’d do it on Saturday afternoon, like we normally do.”
“Well, I have a date on Saturday night, so I’d prefer we do it before Saturday…” you shrug.
“Who is he?” Ashton asks, jealousy becoming evident in his hazel eyes and furrowed brow.
“Just a guy in my writing class.” you shrug again as you follow Cal to get lunch, Luke and Ash split off in the other direction reconvening with you at your usual table.
“Well, what’s his name? What’s he like? I guess you aren’t coming to the party this weekend.” Ash asks, his tone anxious.
“Have I ever come to a party?” you roll your eyes with a laugh. “His name is Derek and he’s a nice guy.” you shrug. “I don’t know a lot about him, we’ve only talked a couple times.”
“Shit. I have to go.” You check your phone and grab the rest of your sandwich and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stand up and gather your things. “I’ll catch you later, Cal. Make good choices, guys.”
Ashton watches as you walk away, leaning on his arm and running his hand through his hair.
“Derek. I hate the bastard already.” he sighs as his eyes follow you out of sight, losing himself in thought.
“Hang in there, mate. She’ll come around.” Luke said as he stood up, lightly punching Ash on the shoulder.
Cal shows up at your apartment later and informs you that Ashton said he’d come after practice. “Why are you so hard on Ashton?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” you look up from his paper.
“I mean, you know he has a thing for you, so why don’t you give him a chance?” Cal was genuinely concerned.
“Because I know Ashton… well I know his type. I’m not into that. Don’t get me wrong. I actually really like Ashton, but what I know or at least… perceive to be true about him... I don’t want to set myself up for that again.” You felt yourself growing defensive and begin picking at your already chipping nail polish.
“So, I think you realize then, that he may not be the person he puts himself out there to be. I definitely can understand your reservations about him, but I also think you should give him a try, because he’s a really good guy.” Cal explains matter-of-factly.
Well, shit. Maybe you hadn’t quite thought it all the way through.
“Did he send you over here to talk him up today?” you smirk.
“No, not really his style. I've known him a while, I think you'd be surprised by the kind of man he can be.” Cal shrugs.
You sigh, “I don't know Cal.”
“Just don't completely shut him down, ok?” You nod, agreeing with Cal's request.
You press your hand over your ear, and hold the phone closer to your other ear, listening to it just ring, biting your lip.
And finally, finally, a familiar voice answers, “Hello?” He questions.
“Hey, Ash. Are you like super drunk right now?” You sniffle. It's late and Derek was not the good guy you thought he was. Since you didn't want to put out, he left you at a party where you didn't know anyone or how you'd get home.
“Wait hold on, it's loud.” You hear him tell several people excuse me and then the background noise on his end stops, “Are you crying? Are you ok?” He asks.
“I need a ride Ash, can you come get me?” You cry into the phone.
“Yes, absolutely. I was just getting my first drink when you called. Where are you, I'm on my way?” He rambles, sounding concerned and quite pissed.
“I'm not really sure, I'll share my location.” You whimper.
“Are you safe? Can you do me a favor and go outside? Stick close to lights and people but just stay safe. Ok? I'll be there as soon as I can.” You heard his engine start, putting you at ease.
“Yeah, ok. Drive safe.”
“Stay. Safe.” He replied and hung up.
Ashton pulled up 15 minutes later. He got out of the car, his leather biker jacket in tow. You always liked that one on him most. As soon as you recognized him, you leapt off the porch and met him on the sidewalk. He put his jacket around your shoulders and pulled you along. He opened the door for you and watched as you got in the car, shutting the door after you.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asked quietly. His hand reached out to grab one of yours which you were nervously twisting in your lap.
“He… uh… umm. He… I think he tried to drug me. But he… brought me a vodka cranberry, and…” Words were not really working for you at the moment. You could feel your eyes welling up again.
“You hate vodka.” Ash finished.
You nod your head, “so I didn't drink it. And he thought I did. And he tried to get me in a room alone, and I said no. And he called me a prude and he left. And shit I'm sorry. I panicked. I didn't know who to call.” You choked out your words. Ash had already heard you cry but you didn’t want him to see you cry too.
Ash’s jaw was flexing. “You can always call me.” He said through gritted teeth. “I'll kill this guy.” He mumbled as he lightly squeezed your hand. You could see his left hand going white-knuckled on the steering wheel.
“Ash, he's definitely not worth it.” You finally relax against the seat and let yourself grip Ashton's large hand.
“Y’wanna go home?” He asks.
“Not really. We can go to the party at your house, don't really want to be alone.” You began feeling hopeful. Maybe Cal was right.
“I can hang out with you, so you don't have to be alone.” He offers.
“Nah, it's about time I check out one of these world famous parties of yours.” You shrug.
And Ash seems to lighten up at your more comfortable state.
The ride to Ash’s house was quiet. He held your hand the entire time, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You were relaxed. You felt...safe.
When you walk into the party you are greeted with noise, and a booming voice. “NO WAY!! WHATS A GIRL LIKE YOU DOING AT A PARTY LIKE THIS?!”
You spin around and come face to face with your freshman year fuck buddy, Michael Clifford. You both smile and embrace.
“How are ya Clifford?” You ask.
“I'm good, but really. You never come to these, what brings you here?” Mikey had that same goofy grin that you had always found charming.
“Irwin came a saved me from a bad date so I thought I'd come to a party.” You shrug.
“How kind of you, showing favor to us peasants.” He bows. You feel your cheeks flushing red as you laugh.
“Well, a princess must treat her people every now and then!” you fake a curtsey.
Ashton’s hand slides on the small of your back and you turn to look at him. He leans in close to your ear, “Can i get you a drink?” you lean back, smile and nod, and he leans back in, “Whiskey?”
“Jameson and ginger, please?” you ask.
He nods, “You got it.” and you lean in and kiss his cheek and it makes him blush. Which you find very endearing.
He leaves you with Mike. “Haven’t seen a lot of you lately.” you mention.
“Well I've been locked in that music building, so i doubt you would have. You being good to my boys?” Mikey asks with a nudge.
“Obviously.” you laugh. “They are falling all over me.”
Ashton returns, handing you your drink and Calum is right behind him. “You’re here?!” Calum’s eye widen as he brings you in for a one armed hug, carefully holding his drink in his other.
“I am!” you smile at him and nod. “Ashton saved me from my date and I didn’t want to go home and be alone. So I told him I’d come here.”
“Oh, did he now?” Calum’s tone was laced with a distinct tone of ‘I told you so’. “Imagine that. Now, if you two will excuse me, I see a young lady in need of my attention.” He wiggled his eyebrows and danced off to the beat of the music.
About an hour and a few drinks later, Ashton had you pressed against a wall in the kitchen. There wasn’t a lot of traffic in there but every now and then someone walked in, seemingly always at the wrong moment. Thank God for liquid courage.
“Fuck… want you.” you whimper, his lips working your neck.
He pulls back and gives you a cocky grin, “Always knew you did.” he says back. “Upstairs?”
“Please.” he grabs your hand and pulls you along behind him.
As you guys pass by Mike, he hollers, “Ayo get it in, Irwin!” you flip him off and blush, but you press yourself against Ash and kiss the back of his neck, your fingertips graze his biceps.
“Can't get you alone fast enough.” Ash says to you, tugging you around, crashing his lips into yours. His fingers sink into the softer flesh of your hips.
“Why are we still standing here?” You raise an eyebrow at him.
Within the minute he has you pressed against the door of his shared room. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly and pull at hair at the nape of his neck as he holds you by your thighs. His breath was hot against your neck, causing goosebumps to raise across your skin.The music isn't as loud, not that you'd be able to hear it with the thumping of your heart.
“You really had me fooled.” Ash whispered in your ear, pulling your shirt over your head. “I really thought you weren't interested.”
“Couldn't give in too quick. I've been around long enough to know how you are.” He returns you to your feet as your hands work his belt, it's undone before he realizes what you're doing. “Now. What are we working with?” You make quick work of pulling his jeans down and they stop about mid calf, his boxer briefs still in place. Ash is stood there, mostly in shock.
Your fingers tug at the bottom of his shirt, snapping him out of it and he pulls it over his head. “You're a lot more eager than I expected.” He murmured, pulling you in and kissing you, hands working at your jeans. He gets them undone, pulls them down over your ass. “Matching lace… you sure you weren't expecting anything tonight?” He smirks and gives your ass a light smack.
“More like hopeful, but really glad it's you.” You hungrily kiss him, fingertips graze his hardening cock.
“Don't tease sweetheart. It'll get you in trouble.” He says against your lips.
At his words, you stick your hand into his boxer briefs and grip his cock and start to jerk him. Your free hand tugs those down as well.
His cock is heavy in your hand, and larger than you expected. “Fuck. Ash.” You say, staring between the two of you.
“What's wrong?” He asks, nose and lips trailing along your jaw, finger tips trailing down your spine.
“I… just… fuck, Ash.” You tighten your grip around his cock and he gets the message.
“Sweetheart, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt. You'll be well taken care of.” He pulls back, gently lifting your chin with his hand and looks you in the eye. “Ok?”
Your eyes meet his and you nod. “Ok.” You whisper. He pulls your hand off of him and intertwines both of your hands with his.
He kisses you briefly on the lips and then he starts to work his way down your body. Working at your neck and unhooking your bra.
He pulls back for a minute, letting your bra hit the floor. He also pulls his jeans and boxer briefs off. “You've got such pretty tits, sweetheart.” His fingers trail up your stomach and he gently gives your nipples a tug. Before you really know what's happening, he's wrapping his lips around your left nipple while he works the right between his fingers.
You let out a soft whimper as you feel his teeth graze along your nipple, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers grip into his hair and he switches nipples. You look down and Ash is looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes. Your back arches into him and he welcomes it, his free hand presses into your back, keeping you arched for him. His lips are trailing down your stomach till he's on his knees.
He sucks hickies into both hips, the softer flesh easily turning purple under the gentle suction. He hooks his fingers in the sides of your panties and looks up at you. “Won't be needing these…” he slowly pulls them down your legs. You kick them off and he turns you around and pushes you to the bed, letting you fall on it. “M’gonna eat your pussy babe. I've been thinking about how you taste since we met.” He admits. He stifles the smile creeping onto his face as he looks you from toe-to-head by pinching his lower lip between his fingers.
Ash looks at you and you nod. He leans in and kisses you, allowing his smile to be seen. He works himself down your body and once he situates himself on the floor, he grabs your ankle, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. You giggle and it draws Ash's attention to your mouth, but not enough to kill the mood. His lips make quick work up your leg. He sucks hickies into each of your thighs, coming so close to where you want him, but he's not giving in yet.
He finally drapes your left leg over his shoulder, his hand coming around and resting on your stomach. And suddenly, he takes his first lick, a long, fat stripe right up your clit.
“You're so wet for me.” He moans, his large hand tensing as he grows more excited. He takes another lick, this one impossibly slower. “You taste so good sweetheart.”
You look down and see him looking up at you as he starts sucking your clit. You buck your hips and he firmly pushes you back down. You gently tug on your nipples with both hands before one finds it’s way to his hair.
“I need to hear you.” His hand delivers a sharp slap against your pussy, causing you to moan out. His eyes quickly flick up to yours. “Like that, did ya?”
“Mmmmm… fuck… Ash… yes.” His mouth was back on you, his skilled tongue working up and down your clit as he started working two fingers into you.
“That's better.” He murmured against your clit.
He keeps working you until all you can do is move your hips as much as his hand will allow and murmur “fuck… Ash…. yeah….” between moans.
He finally pulls away, much to your dismay. “Ash.” You whine, watching him stand, his hands guide your hips back on the bed, making more room for him between your legs.
“No whining, sweetheart. I said I'd take care of you and I meant it.” He says, and you take note of the bit of a dominant tone in his voice. You watch as he digs into the bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. “I'm about to fucking burst.” He murmurs. “You, all hot and bothered and moaning my fucking name… it's a fuckin sight.”
You watch as he rolls the condom on and then he pours some of the lube into his hand and he works two fingers and the lube into you. “You're already so wet… just wanna make sure it doesn't hurt.” He kisses the inside of your knee and leans over you. His fingers coming out of you and a hand resting on either side of your head as he finally kisses you. You moan at the taste of yourself on him. Ash reaches down to line himself up with you, he uses the tip to tease your clit a few times and he enjoys watching you arch into him. “You good with this position?” He raises an eyebrow at you.
“I'll let you know if we need to change.” You nod. Ashton's lips come back to yours as he slowly slides his cock in you. He pulls away and watches you, judging your reaction. He rests his forehead against yours when he sees you seem to be ok.
One of your hands slips up his side, the other into his hair.
“You’re so tight.” He moans. “Lemme know when I can move.”
You nod, “ok, move.” You can feel he's bottomed out in you and you need him to move before the little bit of pain becomes too much for you.
Ashton slowly draws his hips back, and moves them back in painfully slow.
“Fuck baby… so. Fucking. Full.” You whimper, breathing picking up as his pace starts to.
His lips work your neck, sucking and kissing, hickies popping up on your skin, little moans and grunts leaving his mouth in between.
His pace picks up. Dirty little nothings spilling out of his mouth and against your skin. “Fuck baby… so tight… fuck you’re beautiful… you're taking my cock so good… princess.” His body has tensed to the point you can see the outline of each muscle of his seemingly flawless body.
Your leg wraps around him and your hand tightens in his hair. “Ash… m’close.” You warn.
“Fuck… yea… give it to me princess. I've got you.” He murmurs. His hand slides down your thigh of the leg wrapped around him and delivers a nice sharp slap to your ass. You moan out and arch your back. “You like that, hmm? Gonna have to keep that in mind.” He gives you another one and grabs a handful of ass afterward.
“Mmmm, fuck, do it again.” You moan out.
Ashton happily delivers another smack to your ass. “Dirty little princess, huh?” He pants. His pace is quickening and you can tell he's about to come undone. He smacks your ass again, sending you over the edge. “Fuck. That's right sweetheart, squeeze my cock.”
“Ash Ash Ash.” You chant as he continues to fuck you through your high. Your finger nails leaving marks down his back, you turn your head and bite his forearm as you you start to come down and that seems to push him over the edge. You feel his cum spill out into the condom as he grunts. He rides out his high, his hips stilling with his cock buried deep inside you.
“Told you I'd take care of you.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you deep and hard. He pulls away and looks at you for reassurance before kissing your forehead. You feel his thumb press against your clit as he slowly pulls out and the feeling makes your toes curl. He stands and gives your clit a few rubs before you reach down and stop him.
“Too much.” You whimper, pulling your legs closed.
“Mm’kay. Something tells me you might be into that, but we can explore another time.” He chuckles. He disposes of the condom and pulls his underwear back on, you watch him from the bed. He's tired, spent. And so are you. He leans over you and kisses you. “M’gonna get a rag for clean up.”   
When he returns to the room, your eyes are closed. You feel the bed dip and your eyes flutter open. He leans in and kisses you as his other hand uses the rag to clean you.
He hands you your panties as he chucks the rag in the direction of his dirty clothes bin. “Wanna stay?”
“D’you mind?” You ask, pulling your panties up your legs.
“I wouldn't have asked if I minded.” He watches as you sit up, and then quickly moves to get you a shirt, grabbing a pair of shorts as well.
He walks with you hand in hand to the bathroom and stands guard while you go. Once you're back in his room, you take off the shorts and gather the rest your clothes, setting them on a desk chair.
“Get your ass in bed.” He smiles and he playfully smacks your ass. He's standing at the light switch, waiting on you.
You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “M’glad I finally came to one of these.” You whisper.
“Me too.” He smiles against your lips. You peck him one last time and go and climb in the bed. He shuts off the lights and joins you. “I think we should do this again.” He whispers. “On a more permanent basis, with dates and shit.” He pulls you close, making sure your bodies are pressed together.
“Wow… that's the nicest way anyone has ever asked me out.” You yawn. “But I’m game. I like you, Irwin.”
“I like you, too.” He pulls you in for a kiss.
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Backstage (Ashton Irwin Smut)
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Summary: Ashton is on a high after a show, and (Y/N) is the only thing he craves. (Smut /  Degradation /  Unprotective Sex) (Request) (Words: 1.4k)
I barely had a moment to greet Ashton as he got off the stage before he dragged me in a little closet along him. In seconds, I am with my back pressed against the nearest wall, his hands holding onto my hips harshly, his fingers pressing onto my bones. "You were great tonight." I manage to mumble before he slams his lips on mine. He is rough with me, kissing me deeply, biting on my bottom lip, and pulling it back after he decides it is time to draw in a breath. "I need you, princess. I am on a high, I need you." He mumbles, gluing his body on mine. I feel his bulge against my stomach, making me gulp the knot that has formed in my throat. "Fuck me, daddy. Please. I need you." I moan, causing him to nod before pressing his forehead on mine. He is sweaty, like every time he has been on stage, he is glistening with sweat, dewy under the light of the closet. "Aren't the guys going to hear us?" I ask, while his fingers work to rid me of my jeans. "Do we care, my love?" He asks, turning me around until my chest is now flat against the wall. He positions my hips in the way he likes them, my ass in the air and I am standing on my toes to be on the right height for him. I hear his zip open, which makes me smile at the thought of what's about to happen. "You are going to be a good girl for me and take daddy's cock, right babygirl?" He asks me, leaning closer and whispering in my ear. I whimper in approval, nodding my head as I bring my hands to support my body on the wall. "Aren't I always, daddy?" I ask back, turning my head lightly to smirk at him. "Well, you can be a bratty pain in the ass sometime..." He replies, lining his cock up to my entrance. "Try to convince me you don't like it when I am a brat..." I say cockily, just as he thrusts his cock inside me.
I moan as he does, closing my eyes as his dick jams inside me and he brings his hands to grab onto me. "My tight little pussy. My fucking little whore." He growls, slapping my ass between thrusts. I love the sound his hand makes against my skin, the sound his hips make slapping against my ass. I love his groans and little moans, I love how the room smells like sweat and sex, all those pheromones messing with my head, making me crave him evermore. My mind still slips to the memory of him banging his drums on stage. I always find that porn-like, the expressions he makes while at it so similar to the ones he has when he fucks me mercilessly. "Harder..." I utter under my breath, earning a hum from him before he pounds on me, slow, deep thrusts with greater force. My nails graze down the drywall, nearly chipping away the paint that coats it. My stomach hurts, the impact of his dick against my cervix making me tighten around him, making my body burn with desire. "Choke me... Choke me, please." I plead, bringing one hand to take his in, placing it around my throat. His fingers there feel like heaven, the calloused pads roughening my skin. He tightens them around my throat, making me gasp; I always do, I know he likes it, he likes realizing how my body reacts to his touch, it makes him intoxicated. "Want it tighter, princess? Want me to choke you harder?" He asks, pulling me closer to his body. My body is totally arched against him, chest pushed out as he fucks me. His breath is hot against my skin, making my eyes roll at the sensation. "You got wetter the moment my fingers wrapped around your throat... You are my little pain slut, aren't you?" He chuckles cockily, turning my face until his lips are on mine. He kisses me sloppily, tongue invading my mouth as he fucks me with the same tempo, slow, deep, sensational thrusts that hit my spot in the perfect way.
I gasp for air against his lips as his fingers leave my throat, moving down to lower the neckline of my top. My bra is exposed now, for only a second, since his hand moves my cups to free my tits. He pinches my nipple between his fingers, pulling at it and making me hiss. "Ashton..." I whimper, feeling my eyes tear up at the overstimulation. "You know better than calling me that, love..." He growls by my ear, giving me a thrust that makes me jolt forward. "Daddy... I want to cum..." I cry out, feeling my legs become jelly. "I can feel it, princess. You are pulsing around me... It feels good." He muses over my reactions, becoming too cocky. "May I cum, daddy? Please? I can't hold back anymore..." My voice is shaky, breaking with each thrust. "You may not, dove. You have to wait for me." He growls, moving his lips to my neck, biting and sucking on it. My face is hot and tense as I try to follow his wish, but the sensation of the velvet mouth and the prickly stubble contrasting against my skin makes holding back a lot harder. His veins are throbbing inside me, sending chills down my spine. My hand moves to his forearm, digging my nails into his skin, leaving marks on his arm. My head falls backward on his shoulder, resting there as I become too weak to support myself as we fuck. "Cum, baby. Cum around my cock." He groans, kissing my temple softly. I brace myself for the next few thrusts, knowing that I will come undone around him in the following seconds. And I do. I cum around him, groaning and screaming in pleasure. He holds onto me tighter, pressing kisses on my face as he moves his hips, stopping after a thrust to feel me tighten around him. "Fucking hell, princess." He mumbles as he cums, shooting deep inside me, rasping for air. I smile to myself as we calm down, trying to untangle ourselves from each other. "You need a shower." I comment, turning around to look at him as he fixes his clothes. "I know... And now you need one too. My sweat is allover you." He comments, fixing my shirt for me. "I like your smell on me..." I reply, smiling at him. "I know you do. But you need a shower. Preferably one with me in it." He throws me a crooked smirk, before leaning down to kiss me. "Yeah, I think I need that shower too." I reply, teasing his lips with mine after we part. We exit the closet room, walking back in the backstage room, where the rest is already sprawled in. However, everyone turns and looks at us the moment we walk in. Instinctively, my eyes go to the ground and I rush to get away from their gaze. "How long has this been happening behind our backs?" Luke asks, smirking at us. "I... I don't know what you are talking about..." I stutter, avoiding looking at him. "We saw him drag you in the closet. We heard you going at it..." He replies, insisting on not letting this just go by. "We... We were just talking..." I don't think I can fool anyone with that shameful excuse. "Just talking... And the marks on your neck are there because...?" Luke asks, pointing at the hickeys on my skin. "Enough! Stop torturing her. What we do together is none of your business. Stop giving her shit. If you want to tease someone, tease me. But for the love of God, stop pestering her." Ashton steps in, making me smile at his willingness to step up for me. "We... We just wanted you guys to talk to us. We didn't mean... Shit, I am sorry, (Y/N)... We just wanted to tease you two, just for shit and giggles." Luke apologizes awkwardly, so I smile at him and nod. "I'll go pick up my stuff." I comment and Ashton nods at me, pressing a kiss on my forehead before I walk away.
I guess there is no reason for us to hide from people now. Sooner or later we would have been discovered. I guess our dirty little secret is not so secret anymore. And I have never felt safer than now, that everyone knows about me and Ashton.
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Secrets I have held in my heart (Ashton Irwin Smut)
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Summary: (Y/N) starts dating someone who is not Ashton. And Ashton seems to have an issue with that. (Smut / Unprotected Sex) (Request) (Words: 3.8k)
"Your phone has been buzzing lots tonight..." Ashton comments as he passes me the takeout Chinese box. I chuckle and lock my phone, shrugging my shoulders. "Uh, Crystal gave my phone to a friend of hers... He saw me at a party and asked her about me. We've been talking a bit this week." I state, grabbing my chopsticks. "Oh, really?" He asks as he sits down next to me. "Yeah, he seems like a nice guy and Crystal has been eating my ears off to hook me up with someone." I reply, making Ashton hum. "Why though? You are perfectly capable of finding someone yourself. Plus, you are an independent woman and you don't need no man." He jokes, making me giggle as I take a bite from my food. "I am a boss bitch, I need no one. But... My bed is always empty and loneliness is hard. You know that better than anyone." I reply, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Yeah... Well, he better be nice to you." He mumbles, starting the movie. "Let's not talk about him now. It's our slumber party..." I state and he hums in agreement.
I rush to my door, trying not to trip off on my high heels on my way there. I open it, finding Ashton behind it holding a box of pizza. "Oh, shit." I breathe out, mentally slapping my face. "I am glad to see you too, Geez..." He rolls his eyes, walking in. "I totally forgot about you..." I sigh and he furrows his eyebrows, looking at me in confusion. "Am I easy to forget, (Y/N)?" He asks, leaving the pizza box on the island. "Not at all, Ash. Ryan, the guy I have been talking with... Well, he asked me out and... We are going out tonight." I explain and he gasps softly, with his face dropping. "But tonight is Saturday... And Saturday is our day. We are hanging out on Saturdays..." He says, making my stomach hurt as I realize I have let him down. "I am sorry, love. We can hang out tomorrow, same time. I'll buy pizza and ice cream. We can meet early in the morning, spend the day together, binge-watch that series you have been talking about all the time." I nearly plead for him to accept it. "I am spending the day with Calum tomorrow... Well, next week then... You have fun at your date, tell me how it went..." He says, leaning down to press a kiss on my forehead. "The pizza..." I reach for the box to hand it back to him. "Keep it as a treat. In case you get hungry after your date." He smiles, bringing a smile on my face as well; he always had the most contagious smile ever. "Be safe. If you need anything, call me." He offers, making me nod.
"So, how is it going with Ryan?" Crystal asks before taking a sip of her wine. I clear my throat and bite the inside of my cheek. "We've gone out a couple of times. He is nice and charming, and he treats me right. But we are not official, I guess... We haven't put a label on, yet." I reply; unconsciously, my eyes travel to Ashton, watching for his reaction. He cuts a piece of his lasagna and eats it, paying zero attention to me. "Did he screw you yet?" He asks bluntly, still not looking at me. The table gasps and Calum punches Ashton's shoulder, while I fidget with my fingers. "That's really not your business." I mumble, feeling my cheeks heat up. He knows sex-talk makes me really uncomfortable, so he is the last person I expected to ask this question. "Oh, come on. We always talk about our sex lives... It's not a big deal." He looks at me straight in the eye, coldly almost. I detect no regret or hesitation in his eyes, which makes me hum. "You don't have to answer that, love." Crystal assures me, but I shake my head. "No, he is right. It is not a big deal." I state, shrugging my shoulders. "So, go ahead and tell us. Did he screw you yet? Did you fuck?" He asks, pressing on the matter. "Ashton, stop." Calum hisses, but he brushes him off. "We haven't yet. I mean, we almost did. We made out, I was sitting on his lap, his dick got hard. He almost got me naked, he touched me softly. I had never been so wet in my whole entire life. But we stopped. He wanted it to be a little more... Special, I guess. So, we stopped... And I have to say, it was so hard to stop... I still think about it when I touch myself... Oof, I can't even get my head straight at the thought of him fucking me." I reply, not taking my eyes off of him, searching for his reaction. He looks at me intensely, jaw twitching a little. There is deep silence on the table, everyone looking between me and Ashton. "Ok, thank you for the update..." Luke breaks the tension, but Ashton and I still look at each other.
"Does anyone wanna try my veggie lasagna?" Calum clears his throat, trying to find a way to get everyone to tense down. "I've actually had enough for today." He states, pushing his chair back before he stands up. I take a sip from my drink, looking at him as he marches away. "What the fuck was that?" Michael mumbles, looking at me. "He asked, I answered." I shrug my shoulders.
My foot moves nervously as Ryan hands me my drink, making me smile tightly at him. "Are you alright?" He asks, taking a seat by me and putting his arm on the back of the couch. "Yeah, yeah... I had a stressful couple of days, and my mind keeps going back to them." I reply, bringing my glass to my lips. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, placing his hand on top of mine. "It has to do with my best friend. He has been acting very weird lately and I am really worried, to be honest. But I really don't want to talk more about it." I gulp and he nods. "You are so thoughtful of everyone. It makes you really adorable." He whispers and I smile, pressing my lips together. "I don't want to be adorable tonight... Adorable doesn't make men hard..." I whisper, moving to straddle him. "It makes me hard..." He moans as I lower my lips to his neck. "Oh yeah?" I ask, running my tongue across the hickey I was sucking on. "Yeah... I've been thinking about you since the last time..." He places his hands on my hips before slipping one of them under my t-shirt and up my back. "Have you, now?" I ask cockily, tilting my head back as he nudges it with his own. He kisses on my collarbones, trailing up to my lips. "Oh, fuck, Ashton..." I moan, closing my eyes.
Ryan stops instantly and I gasp as I realize what just happened. I move from his lap, bringing my hands to cover my mouth and looking at him in shock. "Who's Ashton?" He asks me calmly but shocked. "I am so sorry..." I mumble, feeling horrible about what happened. "Who's Ashton?" He insists, standing up. I close my eyes, running my hand down my face. I contemplate on what to tell him, surely not knowing what Ashton is to me anymore. "He is the only person I want to be with..." I say softly, tilting my head to the side. He just looks at me while I wish for the earth beneath me to swallow me whole. "You should really get out of here." He points out, handing me my purse and phone. "Ryan, I am really sorry." I state, making him chuckle sarcastically. "Yeah, me too." He replies, opening the door for me.
The drive back home was full of me asking myself what the fuck I should do. I have been in love with Ashton ever since I met him, I had to sit and watch him move from relationship to relationship, each time getting more and more hurt. I have had enough of him treating me as nothing more than a friend and as much as I hated it, I settled for just that. But he has been in my head, every day since we met, everything I have been feeling for him only growing stronger.
I park my car and get out of it, trying to get some structure into my thoughts. Reaching for the entrance of my apartment building, I find Ashton sitting on the floor, with his back against the door of it. "Ash... What are you doing here?" I ask, getting his attention on me. His face is puffy and his eyes are red, making me kneel and cup his face in my hands. "Have you been drinking?" I ask, worrying about him relapsing. "I am sober." He utters, placing his hands on mine. My heart goes back to its place and I finally take a breath, standing up and helping him get off the ground. "Come on, let's get in." I sigh, unlocking the front door.
He follows suit behind me, both of us staying silent until I unlock the door and let us in. I turn up the lights, leaving my purse down before I turn to look at Ashton, who scratches the back of his neck nervously. "You were with Ryan?" He asks, barely over a whisper. "Are you here for the second round of that shit you pulled everyone through last week?" I ask and he shakes his head, looking at his feet. "I was at his house." I admit, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Uh... Did you have sex with him?" He asks, making me sigh. "Ash, if you are here to..." I begin but he stops me. "I am not... It doesn't matter anyway..." He says. "Why are you here then? What do you want?" I ask him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "I... Fuck... I had this whole speech in my head on the drive here, I had so many things I wanted to say, and now I am blank... I don't know from where to start and I am a fucking mess right now." He mumbles and I stare at him, trying to figure out where all of this is going. "You can start by telling me why you were outside my door looking like you've been hit by a truck." I suggest and he hums. "I have been in love with you since the day I met you. Calum and Michael convinced me that I would screw everything up if I tried to be with you... So I repressed everything and decided that if I couldn't be with you, at least I should settle for being your friend. And in the beginning, it worked, because you hadn't been going out with anyone, you hadn't been with anyone really, so it was fine, I wasn't jealous... And then Crystal set you up with Ryan and I felt like I was running out of time. I pictured him touching you, kissing you, making you happy and it drove me insane... I didn't want anyone being with you but me... I wanted to distance myself, especially after the time you canceled on me to go out with him, but it made me look like a douchebag, particularly after the dinner incident. I drove home that day, repeating in my head what you told me and I felt like I couldn't breathe. It took me a lot to come to terms with the fact I was losing you, and even more to build the courage to stand before you and admit that I am in love with you. It might fuck everything up as Calum said, but I can't go on thinking I wasted away even the slight possibility of ending up with you." He admits, causing me to sigh in relief. I stand up, shaking my head at him.
"I moaned your name." I whisper, looking at him as he furrows his eyebrows at me. "What? When?" He asks me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Tonight. We were kissing, Ryan and I... I had decided I wanted to have sex with him, and we were making out. I was on his lap and he was kissing my neck, and it felt nice, it really did. So I closed my eyes and I pictured you, kissing my neck, touching me, making me feel good. And I moaned your name. It rolled off my tongue so naturally. And he asked me who Ashton is and I lost it... I didn't know what to tell him and I couldn't tell him you are just a friend, because, well, you really can't moan your friend's name the way I did... So I told him you are the only person I want to be with and he told me to leave. And I drove here, hoping I could get my mind right and tell you how much I love you, how much I wish I can be with you. So, fuck Calum's opinion, you should have told me ages before." I comment, making him hum. "Yeah, Calum really had the dumbest idea..." He whispers, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "You really shouldn't have listened to him..." I mumble as he pulls me closer. "I really shouldn't have..." He utters, leaning down to kiss me.
My eyes flicker at the sensation of his lips against mine, my foot popping up just as it happens in those movies I always make fun of. My stomach tightens before it flutters; it feels like I am a teen again. His hands travel to my waist, wrapping tightly around it as I deepen the kiss. "Fuck me, you feel so good against me..." He moans, parting away from me for a second to catch his breath. "With pleasure..." I smirk, making him lick his lips. "We don't have to do anything just yet." He leans down to whisper in my ear, pecking on my temple at the end of the sentence. I whimper, pulsing around nothing as I look at him with my eyes wide and my lips parted. "Well, now we do." I reply mesmerized, feeling my cheeks heating up. He bites the inside of his cheek, moving to pick me up. My skirt hitches up my thighs as he carries me to my bedroom. I feel anxious about what is to come, yet at ease as if all of this has happened before. "Do you have condoms?" He asks me as he lets me on the bed. "I am on birth control." I mumble and he nods. For a second I feel awkwardness sinking in the room, none of us making a single move.
I stand up from the bed, moving before him before I take my t-shirt off, staring at him. "Fuck..." He moans under his breath, scanning me up and down. "You've seen me scantily clad before... One too many times." "You think I wasn't having these thoughts every time I watched you in a bikini?" He asks as my hands move to unzip my skirt. "Are you going to take anything off, or are you going to keep burning holes on my skin with your eyes?" I ask him, making him cock an eyebrow at me. "Watching you strip doesn't sound that bad." He replies without taking his eyes off me. "Take a picture, it will last longer." I joke and his eyes go a little darker. "Can I?" He asks, licking his lips. "If you play your cards right, I might let you next time." I tease, unhooking my bra and letting it slide down my arms.
He gulps thickly, undoing his belt as he watches me like a hawk. "Shall I start solo?" I ask, crawling onto my bed. "You feel like putting on a show for me?" He asks, bringing a smirk to my face. I slip off my underwear and spread my legs as I lay on my back, getting comfortable before my hand slips between my thighs. I run my fingers down my core, feeling my wetness before pressing them against my clit, circling it slowly. "Oh, Ash... I am so wet..." I moan, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin as I feel him observe me. "Fuck..." He mumbles, nearly jumping towards me and removing my hand. He looks at me with dark eyes, pupils dilated, and face tensed. "Are you going to fuck me or what?" I ask, chest rising and falling. "For such a sweet face, you would think you are a sweetheart... But look at that foul mouth..." He comments, spreading my legs more. "Pretend you don't like it, daddy..." I smirk, making him blink a couple of times before he thrusts in me. I whimper at the sensation, arching a bit off the mattress. "How did you just call me?" He asks, gripping onto my thighs harshly. The pads of his fingers sink onto my skin, surely leaving prints that prove he has been there. "You need to stop oversharing details about your sex life... Well, at least now that we are going to be fucking." I reply, raising my bum in the air to bring my hips closer to him. He is going slow, agonizingly slow for my liking, and I really want him faster, deeper, harder. I have been dreaming about this moment for years, and I always picture him going animalistic at it. "More." I beg, wiggling my hips as he thrusts in and out. "More? Already? Look at that... Taking my cock so well and begging for more..." He praises, pounding in me with force. My ass lands back on the mattress and my thighs almost reach my chest. "I have been thinking about this moment ever since I can remember myself. I want everything I can get." I reach for my breasts, cupping one in my palm before I fondle with it. "Have you been dreaming about it every time you touched yourself? Have you been thinking about my cock stretching your perfect little pussy, pressing against your cervix? Have you been dreaming about me touching you in places a friend shouldn't?" He taunts, making the bed rattle as he fucks me harder. "Oh, you have no idea." I moan, throwing my head back in pleasure. "I think I do, princess. I can't even watch porn anymore, because thinking of you is the only thing that sets me off. I stroke my cock and moan your fucking name. I have been craving you for years. And you are all mine now." The last part comes out of him as a growl from deep in his chest, the primitiveness of it making me gasp for air. "Oh, God..." I moan, feeling him hit my spot perfectly. "There... There... Do it again... Fuck." I hiss, biting my lips and closing my eyes shut. "Oh, you like it there? Your little pussy is spasming around my cock... You like my cock hitting there?" He asks me, the smirk in his face evident in his voice. "Kiss me..." I demand, craving him more than anything I have ever craved.
He leans down, planting his lips on mine sloppily, running his tongue across my teeth. He continues fucking me, his hips slamming on mine as he keeps thrusting on the same spot as I tighten around him. My body tingles, toes curling and nails digging in his skin as I cum, biting his bottom lip. "Fuck... Oh God, oh fuck..." I mumble, my voice breaking at the end. "I am going to cum... I am going to fucking cum... You are squeezing so fucking tight around me..." He chants, pounding on me with force and vigor. He feels rock hard inside me, sending more pleasure through my body. "Cum... Please cum, daddy." I nearly scream the plea, feeling my eyes brim with tears. "I... I wanna... I... Fucking hell..." He utters, spilling inside me and throwing his head back, grounding his hips onto mine.
I walk back into my bedroom after cleaning up, finding Ashton with the biggest smile on his face. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, wrapping myself in a romp. "Ever had sex so good you want to start screaming shit like God is real during an orgasm?" He asks me as I crawl onto my bed and head to curl up on him. "Is that philosophical? Or maybe rhetoric?" I ask and he hums for a second. "No, it is actually what was going on in my brain while I was inside you. I kept going like "God is real, so freaking real". I dreamt about it for so long and it finally happened." He explains, running his fingers down my arm. "I was actually thinking when it would be over... So I could have you again, and again, and again." I reply, pressing a kiss on his chest, chest below the part his necklace ends. "Give me half an hour, and I can go at it again." He states and I giggle. "No, I am sore... I didn't think something so good would make me feel sore after..." I groan. "I love you." He mumbles, sighing. His chest rises and falls calmly, and his lips curl into a smile. "Ooh, take me out on a date first, dude." I decide to tease him, sitting up a little to be on eye level with him. He looks at me totally petrified, which makes me burst into laughter. "I love you... Perks of dating your best friend... No need to do the whole awkward dating thing before you actually realize you love or hate that person. And I love you, even though you are kind of a broody, pain in my fucking ass. Screw that, I love you because you are a kind of a broody pain in my fucking ass. Among other things." I reply, leaning down to peck on his lips. "I can't wait to tell Calum how wrong he was." He sighs, stroking my cheek. "I can't wait to punch Calum in the face for keeping you away from me." I take his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. "Cute little bumblebee turns violent." He chuckles, making me look at him in confusion. "Bumblebee?" I ask and he hums. "Yeah, cause you are cute and buzzing and you go insane over flowers. Bumblebee..." He points out, making me smile. "I can get used to that..." I relax back on his chest, pressing my ear right over his heart.
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Tease (Ashton Irwin Smut)
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Summary: It's (Y/N)'s birthday and Ashton has planned a little private party. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Striptease / Oral; Female Receiving) (Request: @shamelessaussiefangirl​) (Words: 1.9k) 
"What time are you going to be back from work?" Ashton asks me as I rub some lotion on my skin post-shower. "I don't know. 6, 6-ish... Depends... Why are you asking?" I ask him, turning my head to look at him. "I just want to make dinner plans for us tonight." He shrugs his shoulders and I groan, my face morphing in an unwilling expression. "Can we just get takeout? I wanna be with you tonight, just you." I ask and he hums, pecking on my bare shoulder. "Whatever birthday girl wants, birthday girl gets. Any preferences for the cake?" He asks. "It can be whatever you want, as long as it is chocolate cheesecake." I comment and he chuckles. "That leaves so many options..." He mocks me, tracing his finger over my skin. "Birthday girl gets what birthday girl wants." I shrug, standing up from the bed. "She sure does... Especially when she looks mighty fine like you do." He whistles, making me roll my eyes at him. "Are you trying to get in my pants, Irwin?" I ask him, picking up the outfit I've picked for the day. "Is it working? Because I have more if it doesn't." He states and I bite my lip, kinda into his whole mood right now. "Oh, it is working alright. You will just have to wait until I get back from work." I chuckle and he hums. "I'll be right here waiting, princess." He winks, eyeing me up and down as I dress up.
My day at work has been pretty boring; other than the birthday cake my colleagues brought for me, I had nothing else interesting at work. Maybe because my mind was stuck back at home, imagining me spending the day with Ashton. My first birthday since we've moved in together, and I really hoped I could have spent it with him instead of at work.
I push my key in the keyhole, unlocking the door and letting myself in. The first thing I notice is the flowers all over the floor. From roses to baby's breath and wildflowers, the floor is full of paths made of them. "Ash?" I call, leaving my purse and keys on the island by the entrance. "Dinning room. Go wash up." He responds, making me strut cheerfully to the bathroom. I have been absolutely famished for the past couple of hours, and I really wanted to have dinner the moment I walk into the house.
I find him leaning back against the table, wearing a pair of leather pants and a white shirt that is ridiculously buttoned way low, giving me plenty of a view of his chest. "Hi there." I greet him, licking my lips at the sight; really appreciate the fact he hasn't shaved his little chaff yet, which really makes him look a little rougher. "Sit." He orders, pulling a chair out for me. "Where's the food?" I ask and he points at the chair. "I said sit." He says sternly, making me press my thighs together at the tone of his voice. "Promise you are not going to laugh at me..." He says, turning to grab his phone. "When have I laughed at you?" I ask and he cocks an eyebrow at me. "Wanna have this conversation, really?" He asks me, starting the music. He leaves the phone on the table as Birthday Sex starts playing, and he moves before me, swaying to the beat of the music as he unbuttons his shirt more.
I bring my hands to cover my mouth, eyes sparkling with excitement as he strips for me. "Holy fuck." I utter, scanning him as he moves his hips. He was never much of a dancer, but he looks way too sexy right now. He moves closer, grabbing my wrists and putting my hands on his body. "You learned how to dance? For me?" I ask and he hums, letting my hands roam his body as he moves. "I saw the way you were gawking at the guys from Magic Mike..." He replies thrusting his hips forward. "You look so much better than all the guys combined..." I comment and he hums. "I know I do. I've been planning this for 2 months now..." He states and I gasp, feeling a little special that he put so much effort into my birthday surprise. "Wanna help me unzip the pants?" He asks, pushing my hand down until it grazes over his bulge. "You are hard..." I whisper and he nods. "Wanna see how hard?" He asks, rolling his hips. I look at him mesmerized, my tongue wetting my lips. My hand reaches for the button of his pants, opening it and sliding down until it opens and he lowers it down his hips. He pulls them completely off, kicking them to the side. He leans closer, placing his hands on my thighs and lowering himself as he spreads them, making my skirt rise up.
He starts kissing along my thigh, all the way towards my slit, which has been pulsing since he started his little show. "You are wet, aren't you? You are wet for me?" He asks, his eyes darkening. "You don't even know..." I moan and he hums, pleased by his achievement. "Oh, I think I know." He slips his hand under my skirt, running two fingers along my core over my panties. My body jolts and I slide on the chair, giving him a bit more access. "I shouldn't leave you dripping on like that..." He says, hooking his arms under my thighs. He picks me up, carrying me only for a few seconds until we reach the table.
He unzips the zipper of my skirt, making my shimmy out of it as he pulls it down. I work on taking off my blouse, arching my back as I raise it off my body. Ashton spreads my legs and kneels between them, pulling me closer to his face. He pulls my underwear to the side, giving my core a long lick, from my entrance to my clit, flicking his tongue over it before he hooks his fingers into the hem of my underwear and tearing them apart. He gets right into business, burying his face in and swirling his tongue around between my folds. My eyes flutter the moment his tongue curls on my clit, toes curling at the sensation. "Ash..." I cry out, bringing my hand to his hair. The fluffy black locks feel silk soft in my hand, so pulling on them is actually so satisfying. He laps on my pussy, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. "Ashton, I need more..." I plead, bucking my hips up in the air. He parts my lips and slips his fingers inside me, pumping them fast on my spot. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking harshly as I roll my hips on his face. "Fuck..." My eyes roll back and I tremble, feeling electricity running down my spine. "Ash..." He moves his fingers faster, making me dig my nails in my palm. He brings his face away from my core, planting kisses on my thighs. "I need to be inside you. Or else I will burst in my pants." He groans and I moan in approval, stroking his head. "I need you." I whimper and he chuckles, standing up and bringing his fingers out. He lowers his briefs, freeing his cock completely before he spreads my legs more and wraps them around his waist. "I am going to fuck you up so well, princess..." He licks his lips, lining up to my entrance. "Please." I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. Music is still playing in the background, setting up some tempo.
He thrusts in, making me slide a bit back on the table. I feel a tightness in my stomach, making me groan as he moves inside me. His face morphs into a tensed expression, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his eyebrows are pushed together. "You look so hot like that." I mumble, bringing my hand to stroke his cheek. "You should see yourself, princess. You look so hot with my cock inside you..." He groans, leaning closer to trace his lips over my neck. "It's going to be so weird eating on this table from now on." I whimper, pulling him closer by his waist. "It is going to be the best part of the day." He states, thrusting inside me more forcefully. I bite my lips and close my eyes, letting the sensation sink in. He groans while my walls spasm around him, making him slam his hand on the table as he stops for a moment, just feeling me around him. I watch his arms flexing, the veins and knuckles of his hand becoming more prominent. I buck my hips, driving his cock deeper inside me, making me more greedy for him. "I am going to fucking lose it." He growls, bringing his hand to travel up the curve between my hip and ribs, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. "I really wanna fucking cum inside of you... I really wanna fill you up..." He whines; his breath is becoming more rapid, shallower and a little forced as he looks me in the eye. I look at him with my doe eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and lip pouting as I nod my head at him. "Fill me up, daddy..." I assure him and arch my back, letting his cock hit my spot a little better.
I feel him twitching inside me, veins bulging against his length as he slams into me, holding onto me tightly as he becomes more intense with his thrusting. "Call me daddy again and I will make you a mommy..." He says through gritted teeth, making my spine tingle with excitement. "Please, daddy." I dig my nails in his arm, dragging them down to his wrist. "Fuck..." He screams; it is almost animalistic, coming from deep in his chest. I cum around him, and I swear, my face takes the stupidest expression, with my mouth open and my muscles tensed up. I throw my head back and arch my back more off the table. "Shit... You look so good like that." He groans, giving me slow, deep thrusts. "I can't take more..." I whine as I feel him against my cervix. "Yeah, you can... Of course, you can, baby." He praises me, stroking my hair. "Please, cum... Cum..." I plead and he groans, giving me everything he's got. He cums inside me, making his face tense and jaw twitch as he shoots his load in me. It feels warm and nice, him pulsing inside me only adds to my orgasm.
He collapses on me, still buried deep inside me. He is warm and a little sweaty, but he feels like home to me. "Happy birthday, babygirl..." He says, smirking at me as he presses his lips on my nose. "It has been the happiest birthday of my life actually." I comment, grazing my fingers over his face. "We are having a party on Saturday. A proper celebration for you. But tonight, it is you and me." He says, planting his lips on mine. "Just how I like it." I giggle against him lips, making him chuckle. "I have ordered food, and of course there is cake..." He says, making me moan at the thought of getting some food in my stomach. "I am starving..." I state, making him sigh. "Ok... Let's get clean and we can have dinner." He says, moving from inside me. "Can we watch a movie with dinner? And cuddles? I've missed you cuddling me..." I pout and he hums, smirking at me. "Ok, princess. I can't say no to you, can I?" He asks and I shrug. "I guess not." I bite the inside of my cheek.
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In between the bed sheets (Ashton Irwin Smut)
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Summary: Ashton and (Y/N) spend the night together and have a discussion the morning after. Based on Sleep Prompts: #1: “The bed is cold without you", #6: "Carry me to bed.", #20: "I think your hair is cute when you wake up." & Love Prompt: #1: "I am so in love with you." (Smut /  Unprotected Sex) (Request) (Words: 1.9k)
"You look so beautiful." Ashton whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. I feel towered by his frame, however, this makes me feel safer than ever. "I am just cooking." I comment, leaning my head back to rest on his peck. "I know... You just look really beautiful, with your hair like that and wearing my clothes. I think the look suits you." He explains, placing his hands on my hips. "Mhm... I bet it does..." I chuckle and he huffs. "How long until the food is ready? The smell... It makes my stomach grumble." He moves his lips down my neck, planting a kiss on the curve. "Just a few more minutes..." I reply, stirring the pot; his lips feel dangerously good on my skin for me to concentrate on anything else but them. I know he is not trying to turn this sexual, but for me, it is getting too difficult to keep my mind from running the dirtiest scenarios.
"I am so hungry, I could eat you up..." He moans, making me lick my lips. "Are you doing this on purpose?" I ask, nearly whining. I turn around, finding Ashton looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed together. "Doing what on purpose?" He asks me, confusion dripping from his voice. "All that... The touching, the kissing... The innuendos... Are you doing it on purpose?" I ask, clearly hot and bothered. "I am just touching my girlfriend. Is that not allowed?" He asks, shrugging his shoulders. "Fletcher, you know damn well this isn't all you're doing." I fold my arms in front of my chest, looking at him. "It's not my fault you get wet by the simplest thing." He sasses and I chuckle. "It kinda is." I point out, making him hum as he puts his fingers through the loops of my jeans. "Yeah? I am making you wet, princess? I am making you wet by just touching you? I got you hooked, huh?" He asks cockily, pressing me against the counter. "I fucking hate you." I utter and he gives me a side smirk. "I bet you do..." He states, slipping his thumb under the hem of my top, grazing it over my skin. "Just... Fuck... Carry me to bed." I mumble, making him cackle at my reaction. "What about the food?" He asks, pulling the pot away from the stove. "There is something else I would rather have..." I state, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. He sighs happily, squatting down a little to wrap my legs around his waist. He picks me up, causing me to hold myself steady by wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I've been thinking about you all day long." He states as he lays me on the edge of the bed. He turns on the bedside lamp, leaving the ceiling light off. "You've been walking around with a boner all day long?" I ask, unbuttoning my jeans. "Yeah, and a headache too." He replies, helping me lower my pants down my legs. "Well, I can help with both of them..." I reply, while he moves down and brings his lips to press kisses on my abdomen. "Bet you can, pretty girl." He chuckles, biting onto my skin softly. "Come on, baby. I need you..." I purr, reaching to the hem of my top, raising it slowly until it is off my body. I leave it on the mattress, bringing my hand down to graze between my breasts. "You are so damn needy... I love it." He takes a moment to get off his clothes, struggling a little in the dim light. I can't help but smile at the sight; he tries to act all cool and casual, but he beams with excitement, like a damn puppy.
He blindly tries to line up to my core, sighing frustratedly as he fails time after time. "Wanna turn on the light, babe?" I ask, scooting down to get closer to him. "I want this to be a little romantic..." He mumbles, running his tip up to my clit. I wince at the sudden touch, but then gasp as he finally slides inside me. My eyes roll back, while a smile stretches to my lips as I feel him go in. "Fuck..." He moans, letting me feel him inch by inch. "Fucking finally." I utter, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hand goes to my breast, cupping it softly before he grazes his thumb over my nipple. "I've been starring at these fucking nipples since I came... You know what the fuck you do to me when you go braless, baby?" He asks me, slamming onto me. His thumb runs in circles over it, roughening the peak a little. "Should have just slipped your hand under my top, play with 'em while I cooked." I state, arching my back off the mattress a little. "I should have, yeah... But we know I wouldn't leave it there, baby, don't we? We both know I would have slide my hand down your panties, play with your little pussy..." He groans, pounding me onto the mattress. His veins pulse on my walls, adding to the whole sensation. "You should have just fucked me on top of my counter, then..." I rasp, clawing into the bedsheet. "I should have. But the sight of you underneath me, with your tits bouncing and your face looking like that... Oh fuck, I wouldn't miss it for anything." He explains, bringing his hand to my hip.
"Ash..." I whisper, bucking my hips up to meet his thrust. He pins me down, pressing onto my body while he thrusts inside me forcefully. "What, princess? What do you need?" He asks me. I bite my bottom lip, my hand flying up to cover my mouth with my wrist and minimize the noise I am making. "You have to tell me what you want, angel." He teases, leaning closer to bring his lips to my neck. "Deeper... A bit deeper..." I whimper, while he nips on my skin. "Oh yeah? Deeper?" He asks, bucking his hips forward, guiding his full length inside me. My eyes flutter, feeling my gut tightening up as he grazes my spot. "Oh, fuck... You are so good at this..." I groan, pulling at the sheet underneath us. "I know..." He replies cockily, making me chuckle at him. He must have marked my neck for good, his lips and teeth have been practically attacking it.
The bed rattles as he slams onto me, adding to the little sounds we are making. "Maybe we should record us sometime..." I note and he hums. "Like a sex tape?" He asks, getting a little sloppy. "No, voice notes... We should be on your next album, we are art..." I explain and he cups my face, turning it to make me look at him. "This is for our ears only, baby." He asserts, his voice sounding deep, with a growl coming from the very back of his throat. "I am so close." I grumble, shutting my eyes to concentrate on what he is giving me. "Me too... I wanna cum..." He moans softly. "No, not yet... It feels so much better when you cum after my orgasm. It is like a little extra shock." I nearly beg him to last a little longer. "Fuck, now I have to think of random stuff and not stare at you and your pretty o-face." He groans, almost complaining. "You definitely shouldn't stare at my face, nor my tits and the way they bounce. Definitely shouldn't... Maybe you should shut your ears and not listen to my moans and how good my wetness sounds, or the sound your skin slapping on mine makes..." I tease him, feeling his cock pulse inside me.
His hand grips my jaw, forcing me to face him. "You think I am joking? You think I am playing, darling? Do you enjoy teasing me, making me suffer?" He barks at me, making my writhe underneath him. I love it when he gets a little dark, when his face tenses back and he shows off his teeth. "I am cumming." I chant, arching my back as I feel my walls convulsing around him and waves of euphoria running down my spine. "Fuck..." He groans, gasping for air as he continues thrusting inside me, not letting the high subdue. "This is too much... This is too much, I love it..." I nearly scream, legs shaking and nails digging into the mattress. "Fuck, I am... Shit." He hisses, grounding his hips on mine, keeping his cock deep inside me as he cums, filling me up with warmth. He stays stiff, panting as I go through the second wave of chills, this time a little less intense. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly as we both try to calm down and stop shaking.
I didn't realize I have fallen asleep until I opened my eyes and there was light coming from my windows. I rax my body and yawn, turning to my side to look over Ashton. But the bed is empty and he is nowhere to be seen in the room. For a moment I feel strange; it is not like him to get up and leave the morning after. The weird feeling goes away as he walks into the room, still in his boxers and with his face swollen, probably from being awake for only a couple of minutes. I smile at him and relax back on the bed, bringing the covers closer to me. "The bed is cold without you..." I mumble sleepily, causing him to jump on the bed and land on my side before he hovers over me. "I am sorry I left..." He whispers, kissing the tip of my nose. "It's ok..." I assure him, reaching up to twirl one of his messy strands between my fingers. "What?" He asks me, making my knit my eyebrows together. "What?" I ask him back, confused as to what he is asking me. "You are all smiley and gooey... Why?" He asks, making me shrug my shoulders. "Nothing. I just... I think your hair is cute when you wake up... I can't get enough of the sight of you. I think I would be more of a morning person if I got to wake up next to you every morning." I explain; I haven't been this open, this vulnerable with him before, nor have I ever shared anything sounding like a future plan with him.
He looks at me for a few seconds, and I swear everything pauses until the corners of his mouth curl into a smile. "I am so in love with you." He says happily, pressing his lips softly on mine, for a short second, before he gets under the covers with me, pulling me into a cuddle. "I am not ready to get out of bed yet. And I don't think you are either." "It's ok. We can stay here for a little longer. And then get up and eat something, because I have been hungry since last night and I really need food." He mumbles, running his thumb over the little dip in my back. "I can order breakfast and have it delivered to us whenever we want to." I offer and he hums. "Hey, about that thing you said, about being a morning person if you woke up next to me every morning... I think I want us to start living together."
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Put a ring on it (Ashton Irwin Smut)
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Summary: (Y/N) gets to be dominant for once. And she sure knows how to have fun while at it   (Smut / Unprotective Sex / Use of Toys / Bondage / Sub-Dom Dynamic) (Request) (Words: 2.1k)
"I got you a little something for tonight..." I state as I walk up to Ashton, handcuffed to our bed. He licks his lips while I sit on the edge of the bed, letting the silk robe slide down my shoulder. "Is it what's underneath the robe?" He asks, peeking at the strap of my lingerie that has just appeared on my shoulder. "No... It's something you are going to put on..." I reply, moving to straddle him. "Are you going to blindfold me, princess? The one time I give you the upper hand, and you are going to waste it on a blindfold and some handcuffs? I thought you had more imagination than that." He tries to sound all tough, but I bet everything that once I tell him what I got for him, he is going to get excited. "I got you a cock ring, baby." I reply, tilting his head back to gain access to his jaw and neck. "A cock ring?" He asks while I assault his neck with bites and kisses. I hum agreeably, watching him become intrigued by my gift. "I've never tried one before..." He mutters and I chuckle. I reach inside the pocket of my robe, fishing the toy out with my fingertips. I push the little button, letting it buzz away before I bring it to contact with his skin. I start from his collarbones, sliding it over the middle of them and hear his breath hitch a little. "Well, I guess I will be your first at something..." I reply, leaning up to engulf his lips with mine.
He lets my tongue invade his mouth, bringing a smirk to my lips as my hand slips down and allows the toy to trace over his nipple. He gasps, jolting a little and pulling at his restraints. "What's the matter, baby?" I ask with a devious smirk playing on my lips. I find him, being exposed to me, completely arousing, to the point my stomach hurts from how much I enjoy this. "I... I... Shit, I don't... know..." He mutters, his usually steady voice now breaking. "Is your cock getting hard as I tease you, pup?" I ask, lowering the ring to his stomach, circling over his navel. His boxers rest low on his hips, revealing the veins that lead to his bulging cock. He shrieks as I guide the toy there, making him buck his hips up and hiss at me. "I am so hard, baby. So hard for you... Please..." He whines at me, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. I feel my core pulsing from the pleasure I get from feeling so powerful; now I know why he gets so hard when he goes into dominant mode. "Please what, my love? What do you want me to do?" I ask him, playing with his frustration. "I don't know... Anything, anything but that..." He groans, biting his bottom lip. "Ok..." I pull the toy away from his body, earning a sigh of relief from him. I watch his stomach inflate and fall as he tries to calm his breath. And then I decide on my next torture. I undo the robe and let it fall off my body.
"Who do I have to thank for the way you look tonight?" He asks, staring at my lingerie. "Rihanna, I guess. I paid a fortune for this set." I reply, slipping the ring into my panties, and pressing the vibrating toy against my clit. "Worth every penny... What are you doing?" He asks, gawking at me as I shriek in euphoria. "Getting it all wet for your cock. The instructions said it will go on better if it is lubed." I reply, clenching around nothing as I get myself hot. "If only I could touch you right now..." He grumbles, pulling at the handcuffs and causing the chain to rattle against the headboard of our bed. "But you can't." I sing, lowering his boxers and freeing his cock. I lean down, planting kisses along his cock while I take the toy out of my panties. "This is pure evil." He states as my fingers wrap around his shaft. "It doesn't feel evil when you are the one doing it to me." I reply before I wrap my lips over the head of his cock and suck it softly. I run the vibrating toy down his length, passing it over his balls, and watch him shriek helplessly. I bring my tongue to lick along his shaft, feeling his veins against it one last time. He is rock hard, ready for me to slip the ring on. Which I do; I slide it along his length, securing it to the base of his shaft before I give him a couple of good strokes. "You are going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" I ask, moving to straddle him again. I grasp his jaw and turn his head to make him look at me, and then biting his bottom lip, pulling at it as he whimpers softly. "Please, just slip my cock inside you. I need to feel you. Please." He gripes; I can tell that if his wrists weren't bound to the bed, his hands would be on my hips and he would be slamming into me like a savage.
I wiggle my hips down on his, feeling his hardness on my clothed core. I reach down and pull my panties aside, lining him up on my entrance before sinking my hips down and causing him to sigh in relief. "I don't think you've ever felt this good around my cock..." He moans as I rock my hips back and forth, with his cock stretching my walls. The ring buzzes, going straight to my clit as I press myself on him, making my eyes blink a little. My hands go to his face, cupping his cheeks while I start actually riding him, going up and down his cock sloppily. I have never felt him this hard inside me, never seen him as needy for me as he is now, which definitely pays off stepping out of my comfort zone and getting into his shoes for once "Can I please touch you? I really want to... Please, let me touch you." He begs, staring at me with twinkling eyes. "No, papi... You have to keep your hands to yourself..." I tease him, earning a groan from his lips. "Please... I need to touch you... You hips, I need to hold onto them... Your tits... Fuck, I need to touch them, I need to kiss them, I need to bury my face in them... Please, let me touch you." He cries out, throwing his head back.
I angle myself on his cock, making him hit right on my spot and sending chills down my spine. "Not that funny now, is it?" I ask him and he groans, making his Adam's apple pop out even more, bulging against his skin as his black locks stick to his forehead. "Is this payback? Is this revenge for all the times I denied you, all the times I restrained you, all the times I punished you?" He asks me, while I bounce on his cock, letting his cock fill me up and his tip hammer on my cervix, grazing over my spot. I wiggle my hips as I ground them on his, letting the ring give me a few vibrations too. "What do you think, baby?" I ask him with a smirk, bringing my hand to pull on his hair. I let my fingers knot and tangle in his locks, inducing a sting to his scalp that only forces a groan from somewhere deep in his throat. "Unfair... This is unfair..." He throbs inside me, adding fire to my loins. "Tables turn, my love." I bite his earlobe, pulling on it with my teeth as I raise my bum in the air. "I wanna cum so badly..." He cries out, face tensing and amplifying the structure of it. "This is supposed to make you last longer..." I tease him and he bites his lip. "This is supposed to intensify the sensation and make my boner harder. And it did... I wanna cum now... You are going to let me cum inside you, princess? You are going to let me fill you up?" He asks; his voice is no longer whiny but has already turned demanding and dominant. I practically melt into a puddle, feeling myself spasming around him at how he is still able to reign over me, even though he is vulnerable and left at my own will. "You can cum, daddy. I wanna feel you..." I moan by his ear, pressing my chest to his and letting my hand slide to his sides, nails digging in his skin.
I bounce my ass, burying my face in the nook of his neck and feeling his breath become harder and harder. "When these cuffs are off... Oh, when these cuffs are off you are going to be so sore." He bucks his hips up to guide his dick deeper inside me. "You think I am not going to be sore after this?" I ask him and he hums, pleased by my response. I feel him cum inside me, causing me to groan and squeal at the sensation. I feel my stomach tighten, my skin erupt in goosebumps and my nipples turn rough and pointy. I know, I know I am getting close. I know that my body, my brain, cannot handle the sight of Ashton reaching an orgasm, cannot manage to keep calm as I feel him fill me up.
The cock ring keeps his boner stiff, letting me fuck myself on it to the point where I am close to my high. I shriek as I reach my orgasm, eyes blinking and rolling to the back of my head. "Fuck... Fuck, this feels so good..." Ashton groans; the metal of his handcuffs rattles against the headboard, signaling he is straining on them again. I gasp for air, a shaking laugh coming out of my mouth. "I don't wanna get off you..." I state and he hums. "Then don't... But get the handcuffs off, please." He chuckles and I groan. "We gotta get the ring off as well. You shouldn't be wearing it for too long." I reply, using the tip of my fingers to turn his face to me and place a kiss on his lips.
I unstraddle him, clenching my thighs together to soothe the weird feeling. I feel his cum trickle down my thigh, making me a little ticklish. I reach for the tiny set of keys on the nightstand, smiling at Ashton as I unlock the handcuffs and let his wrists fall free. I reach for them, rubbing my thumbs over the intends the metal has left on his skin, trying to soothe the red marks. "Are you ok, bub?" I ask him, making him wrap his arm around my shoulders and nod at me. "More than ok... Can I take the cock ring off now?" He asks me and I hum. "I wanna take it off for you..." I offer and he chuckles. "Alright... You were the dom one, you should be taking care of your sub, I guess." He replies, planting a kiss on my forehead. I slide the ring off his cock, turning it off as I get off the bed. "Where are you going?" He asks me. "I will go clean the toy and bring you a towel. And some cold aloe gel for your wrists." I reply, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead. "Ok, then..." I can hear the smile in his voice.
I am sitting on Ashton's lap, with my hand in his hair and my head on his chest, breathing slowly and blinking softly as sleep gets closer and closer to me. "You were surprisingly good at your role today." He whispers, running his thumb in circles over my hip. "Really?" I ask him and he hums in approval. "I've learned from the very best." I compliment him, planting a kiss on his chest. "Why, thank you very much... I loved what you did to me today... But darling, rest assured you are going to pay for it." He states, earning a moan from me "Bring it on, baby... Just not now, I am too sleepy..." I yawn and he giggles softly. "Of course... Princess is soft and sleepy... Bet you're cuddly too." He brings the duvet to cover our bodies. "Too cuddly, honestly. And sore..." I rax and cuddle more onto him, bringing my hand to his chest and resting it there. "Ok, love. We are going to sleep now." He presses a kiss on my forehead before he lets me lay on my back and mirrors my action. "I love you." I mumble as I become comfortable on his chest. "I love you too, kitten." He replies, resting his hand flat on the small of my back.
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