#ashton smut

[ughkat]

ur camera roll if ashton was ur boyfriend ❥

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[sinning5sos]

one of the boys (you can choose which one!!) having corruption kink and teaching y/n some stuff? I think it would be so hot him teaching her how to touch herself cause she’s never done it before and in the end just being “good but not as great as you make it feel”.

so basically innocent!yn + corruption kink if you could and isn’t weird for u to write.

Corruption

Requested: Yes you little freak, I love it

Word Count: ~2,100

Smut:  praise kink!!!!!!! Corruption, masturbation, teaching? Etc. DIRTY!

We all know Ashton has to be the kinkiest one out of the group

“Truth or dare, what are we back in high school?” Luke said, laughing off Michael’s suggestion. Michael rolled his eyes but leaned back against the couch. You were sitting next to him, Calum, Luke and their significant others on the opposite side of the coffee table. Ashton was off in the kitchen, gathering snacks for the group. It was a weekly occurrence that you all got together, something beneficial for all of you involved.

“We all know everything about one another anyway.” Calum said, and Luke chuckled.

“Well, nearly everything. We still don’t fully know you,” Calum’s fiance pointed out, her gaze on yours and everyone else followed.

“You guys know a lot about me,” You said, laughing a bit awkwardly but Michael shook his head.

“Mmm, not all of it. We don’t know the juicy details of yours and Ashton’s sexual encounters.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. The girls around the table scoffed, but the boys laughed slightly.

“Who’s in charge in the bedroom? Is it you?” Luke’s wife asked, and you laughed again as you shook your head. You weren’t really sure how to answer that. You’ve had a lot of fun with Ashton, but you’ve always felt as if there could have been something else, if there could have been more.

“It’s equal in the bedroom,” You said, taking a sip of your drink to give you time to think of an answer, “But of course, it’s more so Ashton.”

“Well obviously, we all know that Ashton is super fucking kinky, it’s only a matter of time before he truly corrupts you,” Calum said, lifting his beer up in a cheers motion and you felt the blush creep onto your cheeks.

“He’s probably already done it, hasn’t he?” Michael prodded, nudging his knee with yours and you laughed, hoping your embarrassment wasn’t showing itself.

“What are you going on about me corrupting my girlfriend?” Ashton asked, bringing a tray of food into the living room. He had a smile on his face but a pointed look in his eyes. 

You smiled up at him, taking his hand as he sat on the other side of you, “Michael, you’re not being a dick again are you?”

Michael chuckled as he shook his head, and Ashton leaned his head down against yours. He turned slightly and kissed your hair, and you smiled as the topic drifted off to a different conversation.

“Tell me about it later,” Ashton murmured into your hair and you nodded. You knew all the jokes of Ashton being the kinkiest one, but he hadn’t shown that side to you. You weren’t a virgin, but you also weren’t as experienced as he was, and now that thought was a slight insecurity. You felt yourself becoming distant from the conversation, which Ashton so graciously covered for you as you thought more about what the boys had said.

Ashton hadn’t corrupted you at all, nor has he let you feel any shame in it whatsoever. But you wanted more from him, you just weren’t sure how to get it.

* * *

“Baby girl, why are you acting like this? Is it because of the conversation that I walked in on earlier?” Ashton asked, moving to join you on the bed as he knelt beside you.

“I'm not acting like anything.” You insisted, but you knew that was a lie. The conversation had been replaying over in your head, again and again, until the two of you had gotten to this moment. You weren't sure why the conversation was impacting you so much. I'm at the boys a joke around about summer things in the past, but there was a part of your deep down that wondered if Ashton had been holding out on you.

“Okay fine, I am. I’m sorry,” You said, laughing slightly as he looked at you.

“Don’t be sorry, just talk to me about what you’re feeling.” He said, an authentic smile on his face as he leaned down closer to you. He pressed his lips against yours, a nice gentle kiss but pulled back. 

You leaned in again for a kiss, deepening it and racking your brain on how to be more…aggressive. You bit down on his lip but winced as you pulled away.

“Princess, what was that?”

“The boys are talking earlier at Luke's that you're obviously the very kinky one and that I am not as experienced by your means. I don't know, it's just been kind of stuck in my head since we left.”

“Can you explain a little bit more?” He asked, nodding as he cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing the skin.

“I want you to corrupt me.”

He chuckled as he dropped his hand but stopped when he realized you were serious.

“Baby, what do you mean?” He asked and you sighed as you thought more about it. 

“I don't know, I just want you to teach me more. I'm not saying that I am completely innocent, but I know there's more that you wanna explore but you’ve been holding back on me?” You suggested.

“Is this coming only from the conversation or is this something you’ve been thinking about for a while?”

“I guess I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” You said sheepishly. His brow furrowed at your response, and he pushed off the bed, “Baby wait, I’m not -”

He cut you off with his hand raised and you quickly shut your mouth.

“I’m not mad. But we’re going to have some fun now, since you want to learn so badly. You want to be my little slut, is that what you want?” He asked, his voice hard but his eyes still soft.

You felt the blush creep back into your cheeks but nodded.

“Good girl. Now I want you to get up, strip, and then sit with your back up against the headboard.” He commanded. You were quick to follow his words, pushing off the bed yourself and climbing out of your pajamas. You shivered slightly as the air, chilled by the AC unit, now was blowing against your skin. You followed his instructions and climbed back onto the bed, your back now against the headboard.

He stripped out of his boxers and sat on the edge of the bed, by your feet and gripped his own cock. You licked your lips in anticipation, now so excited to hear his next words.

“Spread your legs Princess,” He murmured, his voice low and his eyes dark. You slowly spread your legs, feeling self conscious but also empowered and how hungry he now looked.

“I’m going to tell you what to do, and I want you to do exactly what I say. My mouth is about to be very vulgar, can you handle that?”

You nodded, but his gaze caught your attention.

“Verbal confirmation. Everything will revolve around your ability to answer me, is that understood?”

“Yes Ashton,” You whispered, and he nodded. 

“Good girl,” He praised, and you bit down on your lip again at the praise. Did you have a praise kink? “Now, I want you to take your right hand and bring it down to that sweet pussy of yours.” 

You followed his instructions, your hand grazing down your front to your core and looked up at him, waiting for the next cue.

“I want your fingers to tease your slit, but no penetration yet. Up and down, collect some of those juices I see running already.” He said. You followed his instructions, your two fingers grazing your lips. Your body jolted at the contact, but you kept your gaze on Ashton. His hand was moving ever so slightly, teasing himself and you at the same time.

“The same rhythm I’m stroking my cock, I want you to start fucking yourself with your fingers.” He muttered.

“Yes Ashton,” You breathed out. Your fingers, already slick from stroking yourself, pushed inside of you. You let out a slight gasp at the feeling, craving it to be his cock instead but you didn’t voice that - not yet.

“Good girl. Tell me how that’s making you feel?” He murmured. He started to stroke his cock just a bit quicker now and you matched his pace.

“It feels so fucking good Ash,” You moaned out. He chuckled as he nodded, licking his lips as he watched your fingers move.

“God, already so fucking wet and you’re only fucking yourself. You’re a fucking vision right now,” He breathed out, his eyes closing for a second as he increased his pace once again, “Insert another finger inside of you and start rubbing your clit with your other hand. Fast too, don’t hold back on it.”

You followed his instructions once again, adding in your ring finger inside of you as you brought your left hand to your clit. You moaned as you made contact with yourself, your clit being a sensitive spot for you. You started out rubbing slow circles, but as you heard him tsk, you sped up.

“Tell me again how you're feeling right now, baby girl.” He said, but you barely heard him over the sound of your own moans. You couldn't help it, the way that they fell from your lips at the situation. Ashton looked so hot sitting at the edge of the bed and stroking himself while fucking yourself with your fingers. 

“I feel so fucking good Ashton. I think I’m going to cum soon.”

“Good. Keep going, but don’t you dare cum without my permission.” He said, and you nodded.

“Ah, words Princess, or I’ll have to punish you.” He snapped.

“Yes Ashton, I won’t cum unless you tell me to,” You breathed out, your eyes peeking up at his and seeing him satisfied. He had a smug look on his face, his hand still stroking at a steady rhythm and you were starting to struggle to keep up. You felt your thighs begin to shake, but you kept your gaze on Ashton as you continued fucking yourself.

“Ash,” Your voice was desperate, but he chuckled. You positioned yourself sitting up more, your fingers still fucking yourself as your other hand was on your clit, and you moaned out as your body began to shake.

“Ash, please,” You begged. He stopped stroking and moved closer, giving you a singular nod.

“Cum for me princess,” He said, and your abs and thighs started to burn with how much you were restraining yourself. You let everything go, your orgasm crashing into you as you came on your own fingers. You stilled, your body now exhausted and Ashton went back to stroking himself.

“Let me taste you,” He murmured, and you brought your hand up to his lips. He sucked and moaned with your three fingers in his mouth, before releasing them as he was about to cum himself. He stilled, his cock twitching as he came and you enjoyed watching him become undone.

“I’m going to clean up real quick, then we’ll chat.” He murmured, pressing a kiss on your lips and you hummed quietly. He walked into the bathroom, and you pushed up on your elbows as you watched him grab a washcloth and run it under warm water before returning to you. You moaned as his fingers brushed against your core, feeling extremely sensitive from what had just happened.

“Tell me baby girl, what do you think?” He murmured, pressing a kiss against your neck and trailed them down your throat.

“I definitely enjoyed that,” You whispered. He chuckled as he nodded.

“You definitely did. Did you like fucking yourself while I watched?” He asked, sliding down slightly to drop the rag in the laundry basket before he turned back to face you. This was your favorite version of Ashton, his cheeks flushed and his face glowing in the post orgasm haze.

“I’d much rather have you inside of me instead,” You breathed out and he chuckled as he crawled up the bed, closer to you. He met your lips with his, pushing far more forcefully than earlier and you smiled into the kiss. He pulled back, his hand gripping the side of your hip as he lifted himself up.

“You’re going to regret those words Princess,”

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[talkfastromance4]

Feel my love—Ashton Irwin oneshot

a/n: this is not what I originally planned for this to go but, here we are🙃

Warnings: body worship (I think at least), oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink (if you squint), different positions, slight sub space, fluff

Word count: 2.1k

Feedback is always welcome and reblogs help a great deal! Enjoy!

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Rain is pattering along the windows, the hush of wind matching your uneven breathing as Ashton’s lips trace over your skin. He started at the peak of your forehead, tracing the contours of your face then hovered over your lips. He paused there waiting for you to touch his lips with your own but it’s fleeting because he trekked a detour to your jaw.

While his lips were claiming your neck, his left hand scoped the plains over your hip and waist, each stroke of his fingers created speed bumps over your skin and a shiver through your body. He took his time circling his tongue over your nipple while his hand cupped the other breast massaging it.

“Ash,” you squeak when his teeth tug on your risen bud.

“Be patient, angel,” his breath is hot between the valley of your breasts and he continues down. He uses both hands to grip your breasts, nipples caught between the valley of his fingers and his tongue drags down your stomach. “I want you to feel it all.”

He peppers kisses over your lower stomach, you feel your heart pounding against his palm.

“Relax, baby,” he sighs curving his head to kiss your hips. “I’ll take care of you.”

You moan in response when he kisses between your legs and they fall open like a book. His hands are still squeezing your breasts, his teeth nip at the flesh of your thighs and you run your nails over the backs of his hands, wrists, and forearms. If he’s touching all of you, you want to be touching as much of him as you can as well.

“That’s it,” a kiss to your pubic bone, “just feel.”

His tongue slips through your folds easily and the sensation causes you to clutch at his hair and you’re gasping from the quick strokes and licks of his tongue. Ashton brings his hands down your body, one taking hold of your hand in a tight grip while the other grips the conjecture between your thigh.

“I know you’ve been stressed, baby,” he mumbles and flicks his tongue over your clit. Your legs jerk, you pull on his hair. “Long days at work…”

You arch your back when he inserts a finger, pumping in and out, in and out. Thunder rumbles outside but you’re more aware of how tight you’re holding his hand and the languid way his tongue moves over you, in you. He makes it flutter like a butterfly as he inserts another finger, each flutter clipping your clit at the right interval.

“Yes!” you squeak, sensations rolling over you like the rain down the windows.

Ashton pumps his fingers rhythmically and you peek through your eyelids to see the muscles in his shoulders flex and tighten. The sound of his fingers and mouth working you over bring you to the cusp of an orgasm, you feel it coming and arch your hips to meet his motions. He hums as if he knows–because of course he does he knows your body better than anyone else ever has–and moves his face up and down with the motion of your pelvis.

Your heart is pounding for a different reason, gasps and moans mingling together. Ashton’s moaning with you, encouraging you to let go and give into the sweet release. You feel it building, and building, like an intense crescendo of a song.

“Give it to me, come for me.”

And you do. You cry out in pleasure as you feel it wash over you, from the top of your head all the way to the tips of your toes. Your body freezes in motion, that sweet release coursing through your veins and chasing after Ashton’s fingers and tongue. Your legs wrapped around him, ankles taut until the sweet release has concluded and you feel the pounding of your heart in your ears.

Your body is hot.

Your body is buzzing.

Ashton suckles at your sweetness until your body goes lax against the bed and you can hear the rain again. Your lips turn up in a blissful smile, neck rolling to the side as you watch him kiss his way back up your body. His eyes meet yours and his fingers are the last to leave you and you’re left empty yet full at the same time.

You feel the sticky drag of his fingers up your stomach, coated in your orgasm, shivering as he circles your nipple then stops at the entrance of your lips. His hazel eyes gaze adoringly at you and he jerks his head the slightest bit. You open your mouth and his fingers glide inside, you suckle on them.

You stare at each other unblinkingly and you slither your hand down his waist, over his hip, onto his stomach until you’re stroking his cock. He’s velvety soft and incredibly hard in your hand, his hips thrust into your strokes.

Your palm catches on his veins as you tug him ever so slightly to your entrance, his head bumping you.

“Love how wet you get for me,” he says removing his fingers from your mouth. “Can always slip right…” he presses into you so the head of his cock spreads you open but he pulls back again, “in.”

He’s teasing you and you pout at him.

“Please, Ash,” you run your thumb over his tip, lifting your hips in tandem to try and pull him inside you. “Want you to fill me up.”

“Yeah?” he strokes the hair on the side of your head. His body dips onto yours and you welcome the weight of him, both in your hand and on top of you. “You do take me so well, angel. Such a good girl for me.”

“Come on, please,” you move your hips and the hand holding his cock and he’s almost inside you.

Before you could blink or gasp at the swiftness of his motions, he somehow has your hands above your head held tightly between his hands. You stare at him in shock but when he smiles, you smile back.

“Good girls don’t talk back,” he shakes his head and you roll your eyes causing him to rub his head between your folds. “Or roll their eyes.”

“Wanna feel you,” you sigh trying to move your arms but his grip is tight. He knows you like it and you feel your arousal leak out of you.

“Dirty girl,” he smirks dragging his dick against you once more. “Making a mess for me, huh?” he adjusts his hand so he’s holding your wrists with just one as he uses the other to hook around his hip. “Do you want it slow or fast?” he presses his tip into you more and you’re clenching at the loss when he pulls out.

“Hard,” you whisper.

You catch a ghost of his smile before his lips are on yours and he plunges into you. You cry into his mouth from the immediate satisfaction of him filling you up. Ashton wastes no time by fucking into you hard and fast, the bed already jerking against the wall. Your bodies become flush, hot and sweaty with each drag and pull.

You meet his hips perfectly, skin slapping skin and his hand hot on your thigh to keep your leg in place. Your kiss becomes sloppy, heated, and dirty and you’re aching to drag your nails down his back but your hands are caught. The restraint makes it hotter and you’re arching into him again, needing to be closer.

“How’s that baby?” he pants when your kiss breaks. His fingers on your thighs are probably leaving bruises but you want more of him. His hips roll and rock, his cock gliding along your walls deliciously.

“S-so good…” you pant, his eyes glance down at your breasts as they bounce with your movements. “Harder, baby…please.”

Ashton growls and releases your wrists so he can push your legs up, your knees against your chest. He fucks into you relentlessly and with no mercy, giving you exactly what you want until your eyes roll back, mouth open in a silent moan as you’re filled with ecstasy. The quick drag of his cock in and out of you has you seeing stars and you clench your hands behind his neck, your foreheads touching.

“Want me deeper?” he gasps, his hair is wet from sweat hanging over his forehead. You nod quickly, licking at your dried lips. He pulls out of you and you cry out at the loss. “Turn over, angel.”

He helps you with careful hands because your body is buzzing and you felt your orgasm creeping in. You’re on your stomach, cheek pressed into his pillow and Ashton drags your hips up to his pelvis. He taps the inside of your thighs so you spread your legs, his fingers slip between your folds.

“Ready baby?” he asks.

You crane your neck so you meet his eyes, but you take him in before you answer. His chest is glistening with sweat, his hair curled and tuggable, arms big and strong.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

He smiles back, grips his cock and glides inside of you easily. You both groan at the sensation of being connected once more and Ashton starts a slow rock. In…out…in…out until he moves faster. The new angle has him going deeper and this is one of your favorite positions because of that reason. Your eyes close at the familiar bliss, a soft laugh echoes against the pillow.

Your head feels lighter as your orgasm trickles in quickly, his cock sliding and gliding at the perfect precision. Ashton’s breathing evenly, making sure to keep his tempo and his own orgasm at bay.

“Come for me, baby, c’mon…I can feel it,” he grunts pushing in further. And he hits that sweet spot.

“There! Oh, right there, right there,” you sing and he complies easily.

You hold onto his sheets, bracing your body so it stays still so he can keep fucking you in the right place. Your ears start to ring, your stomach rolls and you’re coming again. And it keeps going and going and going until–

“Oh, fuck,” Ashton groans and snaps his hips even faster until he’s pulling out and you feel his hot cum spurt and rope onto your back.

Your pussy is clenching at nothing, your body still chasing an orgasm that lingers with him. The pillow is wet from your mouth, your brow sweaty from the euphoric sex. Ashton’s noises are music to your ears as he jerks the last of his release onto you.

After a moment, you gather the rest of the sounds around you; the ticking of the clock on the wall, the constant crash of rain on the window and the quiet hum of the radiator. You feel Ashton shift towards the nightstand then feel him dab at your back with a wad of tissues and then the cool swipe of the baby wipe to really clean you off. He stamps a kiss on your lower back then falls next to you, his hazel eyes gazing into yours.

“Hi,” he whispers nudging your nose with his.

“Hi,” you breathe slipping your legs down so you’re flat on your belly. Your head is swimming, your body is heavy, you’re totally blissed out in the best way. You somehow inch your way closer to him and Ashton takes you into his arms, your legs intertwining.

“How do you feel?” he asks kissing your forehead.

“I feel…loved,” you swallow and caress his cheekbone.

“Good. Want you to feel my love, always.”

“How do you feel?” you poke his nose for emphasis.

“Complete.”

“Ohh, you make me complete,” you sing, “you make a complete mess–”

He covers your mouth with his hand and you’re giggling into his palm and he’s chuckling with you. You know he doesn’t like hearing his songs play during sexy times because it always gets him thinking about the production behind it thus losing the allure of the sexual moment at hand.

“You know I had to, the opportunity was right there,” you defend when he removes his hand.

“I know,” he rolls his eyes affectionately. His arm snakes around your waist, your bodies still sticky but it feels nice. “I didn’t really comprehend the ‘caught up in heaven’ until right now. Because–”

“No, don’t say it,” you shake your head.

“Because you’re my angel,” he smiles and you groan at his pun but love that you can be goofy together.

“You’re ridiculous,” you snicker pinching his hip. “But that’s why I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

You continue kissing and caressing each other’s bodies as the rainstorm continues on outside and soon the kisses turn deeper and more sensual. Then you’re rolling on top of him, pinning his wrists to his sides with a grin.

“My turn.”

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[tinyglitterrose]

Vanilla

Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Warnings: just talk about sex, but no actual smut (yet)

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"Tie me up"

Luke's head shot up from his fashion magazine "Sorry, what?"

"Sorry, I meant tie my hands up"

"Uh -", Luke slowly blinked at his best friend, eyeing the bandana he had had on his head just minutes ago and was now holding out towards Luke.

"I can't stop pulling and scratching my hair out again.", Ashton sigherd, sitting down on the couch next to Luke, "You know, just like with how bad it got when we were all nervous about how our new setlist for the 5SOS show would be received"

"Oh", Luke was finally understanding.

Ashton had this habit of pulling on his hair an scratching his scalp, when he got nervous. Often he just busied himself with something like playing the drums and wore bandanas to stiffle the urge when it got especially bad.

Michael joked that this was why he would he the first to go bald.

It got less when they were on tour just because there was so much going on all the time. But right now they were relaxing, taking time off after tour... or supposed to be relaxing.

Ashton was thinking about concept for his second solo album, trying out different lyrics and emotions as he had told Luke but didn't want to show anyone yet.

"Hey, you know that no one expects anything. You're stressing yourself -"

"I know", the older interrupted, "I just - I have so much motivation but I wanna make it different, not just a repeat of my first album. But I'm not even writing anymore, I just keep fucking pulling on my stupid hair and I'll be fucking bald by our next single and -"

"So you want me to tie you up?", Luke interrupted to stop his rambling. Luke might seem dumb sometimes but he knew his best friend inside out and he knew what to do to stop him from doing things like this. Summing up what he intended to say before he goes off the rails with overthinking and rambling too much was one of those things.

Ashton nodded, looking exhausted.

"Okay", Luke tucked the dark purple bandana from Ashton's fingers, "So - oh ... just ... like that?"

Ashton was holding up his wrists, hands balled to fists next to each other.

"Seems a little kinky, huh", Luke grinned stupidly, while also doing as his friend had requested and tying the cloth around his wrists.

"Very funny", Ashton's voice was dry.

Once Luke was done tying him up, Ashton slouched on the couch, tied hands falling limp into his lap.

"And what now?", Luke asked curiously.

"I don't know... nothing, I guess"

"I mean if you had a girlfriend she'd have some ideas -", Luke broke off into giggles at Ashton's glaring eyes, hands coming up to cover his mouth. Which he then waved in front of Ashton's face "Oh look what I can do"

"Funny", Ashton mumbled with an eyeroll, but he was smiling.

Everytime over the next hour when Ashton lifted his tied hands to scratch his nose or scoop a curl of dark blonde hair out of his eyes, Luke would giggle quietly next to him. Ashton did nothing, except taking deep breaths, while Luke scribbled into his notebook. The urge to write something himself that he knew he couldn't and would just end up pulling his hair grew smaller and smaller.

But he still ended up raising his hands, attempting to pull his roots out of frustration. His fingers wrapped around a curl on top of his head and -

"Ouch!"

"No hair pulling", Luke said firmly as he set the notebook he had just slapped Ashton's fingers with back in his lap.

"You're so vanilla"

"Heyyy, don't use my joke techniques against me"

"Why? Do you feel attacked?", Ashton grinned brightly at his younger bandmate, "Is it because you are vanilla?"

"Huh?", he poked him in the ribs when he didn"t get a response, still grinning cheekily, "Is that why you never talk about your one night stands? Cuz they're reaaaally vanilla?"

"Even if they were, that's nothing I'd be embarrassed about"

"Mhmm", Ashton poked him again, "This your way of saying you're vanilla?"

Thinking back, the drummer should've expected Luke to snap, his whole goal at the moment was to get a reaction out of him after all.

But he still wouldn't have expected Luke to suddenly grab his tied wrists, push them up over his head and backwards, thus making Ashton fall on his back on the couch. He found himself with his hands above his head, held in place by Luke's who was bending over him now.

"Trust me, Ash, I'm nowhere near vanilla and you better stop nagging me if you don't wanna find out how far I am from that"

Ashton's eyes just about bugged out of his head.

What the fuck?

Luke seemed to think the same, as he suddenly let go of Ashton's wrists like he had been burned just as quick as he'd grabbed them.

"I uh - yea, no I'm not - anyway", he coughed, sitting up and a little further away from Ashton, "I'll keep writing my lyrics"

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let me know if you want a second part of this and also hiiii i haven't posted a oneshot in like half a year or so

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[dedgirlcrawling]

Wet Dreams 18+

Ashton x Reader x Calum

Summary: Ashton starts to get frustrated that you’re moaning Calums name in your sleep and finds a solution that benefits everyone.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex, dp (double penetration), swearing

Word Count: Long enough

A/N: i was forced to post this by my friend so i could read theirs. This is my first work posted so be nice or don’t, constructive criticism is chill. if i missed any warnings lmk and i’ll fix it. x

“Hey baby.” I’m woken up to Ashton petting my hair.

“Hmm?” I respond still half asleep and confused. The room is still dark so it must be the middle of the night.

“Do you wanna fuck Cal more than you wanna fuck me?” He asks his hands trailing up my legs.

“What??” I question peeling my eyes open to look at him. Maybe I heard him wrong.

“It’s not an every night thing, but it’s often enough..” He trails off. “I hear you moaning his name and panting.” His fingers reach my panties and dip under them. “Look how wet you are. Cal can come over and we can fuck you how you want baby.” Ash offers pushing a finger inside me.

“Please,” I pant focusing on his fingers.

“If you want Cal over you have to be the one to call him. You can use my phone.” He says handing me his phone. I call Calum and he picks up after the second ring.

“Hey what’s up?” Calum answers voice heavy with sleep.

Right when I’m about to answer Ash attaches his mouth to me causing me to moan as a response.

“Ash?” Calum questions. Ash looks up at me expectantly raising an eyebrow not stopping his relentless fingers.

“Hey Cal.” I breathe out. “Can you come over?” I manage strained.

“When, right now Y/N? Are you okay?” Cal asks on the other side. Ash adds another finger and begins moving his hand faster making this much more difficult.

“Please, Cal.” I whine. “Need you to come over.”

“I’ll be there soon.” He ends the call and Ash’s phone is soon forgotten.

“Such a good girl. We’re going to give him a nice view to walk into.” He says before reattaching his mouth. Time melts around me and I soon forget about Calum coming over.

“Fuck,” Calum breathes out once he enters our room seeing us. Ashton removes his mouth but keeps his fingers going at a steady rate.

“Yeah mate. She’s been moaning your name the past couple of weeks and it’s driving my crazy. Wanna help me take care of her tonight?” Ash questions looking at Calum.

“Are you guys serious?” Calum stares wide eyed.

“Please,” I moan out reaching towards Cal and Ash turns to me.

“I know princess.” Ash coos moving his fingers faster. “What do you say Cal? You wanna taste?” Ash asks causing me to moan out.

“Yeah more than anything.” Cal says walking towards the bed looking at me hungrily.

Ash removes his fingers from me and moves away from me to make room for Calum. Calum sits on the bed and runs his hands up my legs. He leans down and stops his hands just before they reach my heat.

“You want this?” Cal asks looking up at me.

“Yes, please Cal, please.” I beg bucking my hips.

Cal attaches his mouth to my heat and I moan out. Ash settles in behind of me and has me propped up against his chest. He moves his hands to my nipples and begins rolling them in between his fingers causing me to arch off of him. Calum pushes two fingers into me and starts a quick pace.

“You’re being such a good girl for us baby.” Ash praises in my ear. “I want you to cum all over Cals face.” Cal moans in agreement into my heat. He quickens his pace and tongue. I moan out loudly and cum onto Cals fingers. He doesn’t slow down and keeps moving his fingers in and out.

“Think Cal wants you to cum again for him baby. Can you be a good girl and do that for us?” Ash coos pushing the hair out of my face.

“Yes daddy.” I pant out. Cal groans into me causing me to moan out from the vibrations. He curls his fingers and sucks at my clit. I’m shaking from so much pleasure my head is spinning.

“Come on baby.” Ash coaxes pinching my nipples. I grip Calum's hair and arch of Ash’s chest. “Cum for us.” 

“Oh my god.” I moan out as I cum hard around his fingers again. He helps me ride out my high then removes his mouth and sits up.

“You taste so fucking good Y/N.” Cal says looking at me with hooded eyes. He leans in and gives me a kiss that leaves me out of breath. I can taste myself on him. I’m intoxicated by his mouth and I need more.

“Please daddy can Cal fuck me?” I turn around to Ashon and beg. 

“Yeah you wanna cum around him?” Ash asks.

“Yes.” I moan out. “And then yours after please.” I start kissing his neck. 

“You always want so much baby girl.” Ash grips my waist. “But you can have it.” Ash says as Cal brushes my hair away and kisses my neck. I lean back into Cal and Ash leans down and licks at my nipples.

“On all fours baby.” Ash breathes out. I listen to him and look behind me to watch Calum. He’s pulling his pants off and making his way back to the bed. He places his hands on my ass and runs them up my back.

“She’s a very good girl Ash.” He says looking at Ashton. I hum at Calum's words looking to Ash to hear his response.

“Yeah tonight.” He chuckles and caresses my cheek. “You don’t gotta fuck her like she’s been good though.” 

“Oh I didn’t plan on it.” Cal chuckles. He breathes out while it slapping my ass. He rubs his tip around my wet folds and pushes in. He groans when he bottoms out and I moan out gripping Ash’s thighs. He almost pulls out and then snaps his hips back into me. 

“Taking me so well.” Cal breathes out running his hand up my spine as he continues fucking into me. I bring my hand up and palm the outline of Ash’s bulge. He groans and pulls his boxers down. I grab his member and bring it towards my mouth and suck on the tip of it. He groans out and pushes my hair to the side. He pushes his himself into my mouth at the same time Cal thrusts in particularly hard. I moan out around him causing him to grab a handful of my hair.

“You look so hot with two dicks in you at once baby girl.” Ash compliments. He snakes his hand around and begins rubbing my clit. “Want you to squeeze Cal real good.” Ash begins rubbing faster circles. I moan loudly around Ash as spit runs down my chin.

“Come on Y/N. Need you to cum all over me.” Cal pants huskily as his trusts get sloppier. I pulsate around him. I feel him pull out and cum on to my ass. Ash pulls himself out of my mouth and looks down at me adoringly. Ash pulls me up so I’m straddling his lap.

“You’re such a good girl for us baby.” Ash coos.

“You ready for one more?” 

“Yes.” I nod my head and breathe out. He lifts my hips up and positions himself. I sink down and he grinds me closer once he’s bottomed out. Cals arms wrap to my front and begin toying with my nipples. Ash brings his hands to my waist and starts moving my hips faster. I feel my orgasm building quickly. One of Cals hands runs down my body and starts rubbing my clit. I moan out and rest my head in Ash’s neck let out small whimpers. 

“You gunna cum around daddy baby?” Ash asks rutting up into me.

“Please can I daddy?” I beg into his ear.

“Yeah baby. Wanna feel that pussy cry for me.” I cum hard around him hearing his words. He cums behind of me and slowly pulls out.

“You did so good for us princess.” Ashton praises peppering kisses all over my face.

We wait there while Cal grabs a towel for us. Once we’re done cleaning up Ash lays us down and I cuddle into him. Cal lays down on the other side of me and begins petting my hair. 

“You were a very good girl tonight.” Ashton says kissing my forehead. 

“Thank you for letting me get a taste princess.” Calum says cuddling into me.

“You can come get a taste anytime.” I say looking up to him and kissing him. I turn my head and kiss Ash.

“Thanks for letting me come over. It was unbelievable.” Cal says contently looking at the both of us.

“After tonight, you’re always welcome over.” Ashton says with a smirk.

“You can stay the night if you want.” I offer and turn to Cal and give him a warm smile.

“Yeah that’d be nice.” Cal agrees and settles into bed.

I cuddle into Ash and Cal cuddles into me. We finally fall asleep as the sun starts to rise content and absolutely exhausted.

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[afatallovesong]

This Ends Here

An Ashton Irwin one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW, Female POV

Word Count: 7809

More than anything I wished that it worked out. Even now I wish that. I wished that we could put it behind us or at the very least work through the problems I didn’t even think we had at the time. That’s what love is about isn’t it? That’s what it’s supposed to be about. That’s what I thought we were about. I guess I could have been wrong. I probably was. There was love there, but it wasn’t between us, it was never between us, just him and his own love, his main love, a love I could never earn, never compete with.

I’d been coping. I was progressing, it was hurting less. I could go to the grocery store now, without chasing shadows, thinking about him pushing the cart, grabbing every snack on his way, no matter the total cost. I could even go for coffee at that one little café on the corner, the one he’d taken me to on our second date to make up for our disaster of a first. I was proud for being able to go there, I hadn’t thought I’d be able to, not yet or so soon. I’ll admit the sympathetic expression on the barista’s face had made it difficult, I guess even they’d heard, but I’d managed, I could manage. The only place I hadn’t been able to go, the only place I wouldn’t dare go, was where we met.

When he’d come over to me, somehow it’s like I knew, I’d be choosing between my favourite place the possibility of a future with this stranger with an infectious likability. I’d either get to share my safe space or lose it just by association. I’d held on too tight you see, too hard to let it go just yet. I didn’t want to believe sometimes that it was really over. Even if it felt like it was over for a while before it actually was. I could return there eventually, hopefully, but for now, I couldn’t even look at it without it all flooding back.

We were a whirlwind; we fell fast and hard, we fell truthfully, for a time. It was just another step in the right direction for him, a whole chunk of my life lost for me. That’s the worst part about it, he would benefit from the pain, from the angst. I would just hurt from it. He could use it and write a masterpiece. I would just lose it or fall to pieces. I had no outlet, I had nothing to channel it into. I just had to move on, keep looking up, keep going forward. I hated that.

I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d sat by the door. It was laughable how I really thought maybe he’d come back; he’d put me first. I wish I didn’t miss him. I wish I didn’t love him; I wish I never had. I wish I never let him in. I wish most of all that this infuriating knocking, hammering on my front door would just fade away. I wasn’t going to answer, I never answered. I couldn’t face anyone I actually knew, not yet. I hoped I didn’t have to.

The knocking continued. I turned the tv on, I turned the volume up, I blasted my ears with the soundtrack to whatever film had played on the 24-hour movie channel but still, the persistent knocking. Who would be so rude so, insolent even at this time? “Ash.” I breathed. I kept breathing, I tried to anyway, slow, and steady, in and out, in for four, hold for four, out for four, fuck the four. “I- I called.” I’d let my phone die, felt rather jealous of it actually. “I took a nap.” I don’t know why I lied. “It’s late.” He sighed. “I hate it when you do that.” He did it again. “I know you do.” I didn’t even have the energy to roll my eyes. “That’s why I do it.” He then started tapping his leg, drumming into it, nothing specific, nothing recognisable at least, just something, a coping mechanism, he was as nervous as I was. I could ease up on him, he was just a human , even if sometimes it didn’t feel that way.

“You okay?” His neck twitched slightly, in the way that it did when he had a lot to say but not enough words to let it flow. He kept tapping. “I’m doing great.” I said sarcastically. “Don’t do that.” He shook his head a little. “Do what?” I was already exasperated by our interaction, I often was. “Don’t fill the silence with sarcasm.” I sighed as he had. “What else do you propose I fill it with?” He looked up to the ceiling and then back to me. Where other people looked to the ground to find the words or the nerve, Ashton looked upwards. As if divine intervention itself would reign down on him. His positive thinking wouldn’t allow for him to look down, must always be looking up to better things.

“Silence doesn’t always need to be filled.” Ahh, yes, use my own words against me. I’d said it before. On our first date I’d said it. We’d been too nervous to utter a word, too jittery to do anything, like children asking out their crush for the first time, apprehensive, afraid of mistakes that would follow. I’d said it was okay. A silence doesn’t always mean a bad thing, a silence doesn’t always have to be filled. It could just be comfortable and that’s okay. He’d not agreed with me, he didn’t have to.

“Why are you here?” May as well ask him outright. There was no more need for this beating around the bush. I was already drained. “I left some things.” The tapping ended. “Oh.” He came to grab his stuff. I guess I thought he’d forgotten it maybe, replaced it even. I guess I thought I could stare at it a little longer too, hopelessly glancing at it whenever I walked past the box in the hallway. I never thought he’d actually planned on taking it back. “I boxed it up anyway.” I turned to the left of me, his box was there, just sitting there. I wished it was further away, back down the hall, in my room even, not as accessible, leaving us longer, just a little more time. Not that I had anything in mind as to what I’d use that time for, but it just felt like things were left uneasy, unsaid. Could I get things out there, off my chest, in the clear? Would I just go back to square one on how to be single?

“Your hoodie, it’s in the wash.” The second time I’d lied tonight. He took the box gratefully. I’d deserved a pat on the back for this. I hadn’t even winced when his fingers brushed mine. I hadn’t even considered placing them over his on purpose, I had controlled my urges. I was doing well. “You’ve been wearing it?” Only every night. “No, no I just, I thought it needed it, I couldn’t remember if it was clean when I packed it.” That was the worst excuse. “I see.” Sometimes he was too polite. “I can mail it.” I didn’t want to, but I would, if he asked. I hoped he wouldn’t. “It always looked better on you anyway.” I could only thank him with my eyes.

He started tapping again on the base of the carboard box that he made look tiny in comparison to his large hands. There was that silence again. Minus his own pattern across the box. It’s scary how fast we ran out of things to say. The two loudest people in any room, now the quietist. “I’m sorry for coming.” He ran his hand through his curls, the ones he’d let grow out, far longer than I thought he would. As he performed the action, the box had slipped from his spare hand, tipping onto the floor, items pouring out.

We both squat simultaneously to gather everything, hands, scrambling, items being stuffed into the box that wasn’t large enough to contain them in the first place. There were records, t-shirts, bracelets, necklaces, you name it, all things that could possibly make up who he was, were in that box and across this floor, being taken away from me all over again. I fell back, no longer squatting, or bending at the knee to gather the items. I’d seated myself, bringing my hands in front of my face, hiding my shame, my emotions that I swore I would hold back.

He paused his actions too, sinking onto his knees, just halting his any further motion until I removed my hands, lowing them to my sides. I’d stopped the tears, I’d held them back, the floodgates had not opened, not yet at least. I was in control again. “I was selfish coming back here.” I didn’t react, wasn’t sure how to. “I just wanted to see you.” I just sat there. Staring at the turquoise necklace with a tangled golden chain on the ground, the one I’d bought for him. “I needed to see you.” I couldn’t hold back this time, couldn’t bite my tongue as much as I would have liked myself to. “Needing inspiration perhaps.” He sighed just like I knew he would. “It’s not like that.” It felt like it was. “Then why would you do this?” He let his own hands fall to his sides. “You left your things here for a month, you couldn’t possibly have wanted them.”

“You’re not the only person who got hurt you know?” The twitch in his neck was no longer there, he’d finally said what he’d been trying to hold back before. “I hurt too, I lost you too.” I went to open my mouth, quickly closing it again. I didn’t want to be spiteful, I didn’t want to argue but I did want to say what had been on my mind, even if it wasn’t nice. “You chose to. Music was more important.” He was about to speak; I wouldn’t let him. “I know it’s your job, it’s your passion, it’s your life. I could have been too; I could have fit there somewhere and not in another song or another album.” He sighed once more; I would smother him if he did it again.

I understood when I started seeing him that there could be a song or two, maybe influenced by us. I hadn’t understood, why there would be a friction or a fight before every breakthrough, not until it was too late anyway. When the rest of the band had been at a loss, writer’s block also destroying their chances at creating something. They’d been in relationships, far stronger, had been in them far longer than we had, it seemed to make sense that we had to take the fall, we had to withstand damage. He wouldn’t even realise he was doing it, starting little fires, planting those seeds, locking himself away, locking me out, causing a space between us the size of the grand fucking canyon to cause him to feel something, something other than happiness with me. He needed the hurt, the angst, the pain. He needed material and the drama he’d inadvertently created between us was his only way of getting it.

Ashton reached out, his thumb wiping over my cheek, gently enough to have me wonder if he’d even touch me at all. I didn’t even feel the tear before he caught it. I didn’t feel the next one either. I just felt lost. “Do you know what it does to me, when I see you cry like this because of me?” I stared blankly at him. In my peripheral vision I could see the restlessness of his fingers. I’d have steadied them with my own if I had the courage. “I want to deserve you.” I muttered. He licked over his bottom lip, lingering on my every word as I sobbed for him. “I just wanted to deserve you.” I never did, not really, it would have worked out if I did. “I didn’t deserve you.” I said it again, as if that would make it hurt any less once the words fell from my mouth, out into the open.

“Y/n.” I didn’t even feel anything when he said my name, no anger, no butterflies, just numbness. “You should go.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to.” I found myself gathering the energy to pick myself up again, I’d drag myself back into my apartment if I had to. “I really, really don’t want to.” He said again. “It’s not up for discussion.” I held my hands up. He’d left his things still on the floor, he’d risen to his feet the moment I had, reaching his hand out to grab onto my wrist. I felt like his touch had been laced with electricity, shocking me to a standstill. “Let me be the one to deserve you.” He leaned forward, hastily, watching my eyes for alarm bells as he inched closer, now standing almost nose to nose, remarkably close in the doorway.

His thumb stroked over my wrist with the same shyness that he’d used to wipe my tear. My heart was aching for him, I know he knew it. His breaths were shaky, but he knew his effect. He knew I would melt for him. He could mould me however he liked. “Do we end here?” I found myself staring, pondering an answer. “Does this end here?” He asked. 

It should have, I know it should have, with every fibre of my being it should have but it didn’t. He’d gotten under my skin, gotten close enough to send my pulse rate out into orbit. I couldn’t stop myself when I kissed him. I don’t think I actually even tried to. He’d moved in close, but he’d not over stepped a physical boundary himself, no but I had, I did. I lost myself, I kissed him.

I’d enjoyed it too. I’d felt his rigidity at first, his surprise maybe even fear. He relaxed himself, returning my kiss, no extra movement, no deepening of it, simply just reacting to my lips. It was just a kiss. I’d been reluctant to pull away. I could have stayed there, attached to him for hours. I separated us. Even when I saw him losing his balance just to chase my lips, cheeks blushing red, lips swollen from my attack. I’d not felt numb anymore. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. 

“When you kiss me like that.” He was smiling, breathless and smiling. His palm had perched itself comfortably on the back of my neck, where I hadn’t fully acknowledged it had landed while he kissed me. “You make me feel good.” I just looked at him, really looked at him, the tiredness in the bags under his eyes, the beauty in the freckles dotting over his cheeks, the dimples of his smile, the ones I hadn’t seen for so very long. “I love when you kiss me like that.” He finished. 

It felt fair to kiss him again. It felt just. He’d guided my face back towards him anyway, using his hand, pressing lightly on my neck. I didn’t really need the encouragement, I just really, really liked it. I let my own palms rest flat across his chest, taking immense pride in the thundering of his heartbeat. I’ve missed this rush. The way my senses were heightened, my heart pounding, body fighting its every urge to climb him already, I was coming alive for him, I was waking up for him. He awoke a part of myself I’d already thought he’d taken away. 

We had to kick his belongings carelessly back inside, neither one of us wanting to be without the other long enough to be considerate. We slammed the door before he pushed me against it connecting our lips again hungrier than before but not less loving, not less sincere. I knew he wanted me, knew the kissing, the touching was turning him on, myself also, but it hadn’t diluted the purpose of the kiss, the reason we collided in the first place, he was as much in love as he was in lust, if not more. I could have stopped us within seconds if I’d not wanted him. He would have let me too. I didn’t want to stop.

I loved him with all my heart, even if I had tried convincing myself otherwise. I could allow myself this one night, this one slip up, hope that the altercations of my actions wouldn’t be too brutal, too painful to work through again. I could only hope. This wasn’t us getting back together, this wasn’t him telling me he was still in love with me, this was just us trying to work out our feelings, work out each other and use each other too. I’d accused him before of using me for song material, this was my way of using him for something too. Only where he’d share a song with the world, I’d never whisper a word of this to anyone, he meant too much for me to do that. 

“I missed you so much.” His hands were wrapped tightly around my waist, forehead right against mine, mouth hovering above my own. Ashton needed close proximity, needed to feel connected with you, thrived off of physical contact when he was heated like this. He wanted to feel me, breathe me in, be a part of me, if he were any closer, he’d already be inside of me, not that I could argue against that, I certainly wanted it.

“My room doesn’t even feel like my room without you.” I admitted quietly, biting down on my bottom lip while I awaited a response. His eyes were sympathetic, he’d shared my sentiment. “I tried to sleep on your side back home.” He moved his head away, turning his face to the side, sniffing, gaining composure before looking back at me again with a forced smile. “I don’t know how you sleep on the right.” He tried to laugh, but I saw the tears welling up in his eyes no matter how hard he tried to fight them. He could be as positive as he liked but not allowing yourself to cry only made it worse. “The right side feels better than the left.” I tried his technique, chuckling to myself. That’s when he finally let go. Tears trickling down his cheeks. 

I wiped them gently with the same care he’d given to me. I silently comforted him. Once again he showed me his human side, he could be vulnerable, he could allow himself to break every once in a while. Maybe if he’d have done that sooner he’d have been able to work through his creative ruts without damaging our foundations in the process. “I can’t believe I’m crying.” He smiled, rolling his eyes at himself. “I was just about to rip your clothes off and now look at me.” I tried not to let his words tingle between my thighs. “It probably wasn’t a clever idea anyway.” I found myself stroking his hair, even though I had to stretch to do so, it always soothed him. “That’s the thing though.” He sniffled. “I think you’re wrong.” I wanted to pull back, to roll my eyes, to tell him he was crazy for suggesting anything of the sort, he was just thinking with his dick, but I couldn’t, not while he cried.

“I’m not suggesting we jump back into things.” I felt myself itching to move away, to guard myself. I wasn’t sure which was worse, suggesting we get back together or the suggestion that we continue to see each other without even labelling it. “I just want you to consider it.” Is this why he really came here? Out of the blue, just wanting me back in any way he could get me. It had felt nice, felt lovely actually to be fought for, to be asked, but what would change for us? What would prevent us from falling apart again? Would I still ache when I thought of him? He’d left so easily the first time. Pulled away from me the moment we fought because he didn’t want to be causing me pain, despite him leaving which actually resulted in the most unimaginable amount of pain. I wasn’t sure if I could live through that again.

“I don’t know Ash.” I could sense his frustration; his fingers were already starting to patter across my hips. “I’ll think about it.” I would do that, I would at least consider his proposal, not just for his sake but my own too, I’d missed him more than I ever thought I would. “That’s all I’m asking.” He emphasised. I drew my face back, looking up at him, “pretty sure that’s not all you were asking for.” He started smirking, cheeks burning red again. “You’re hard to resist.” I snorted in response. “I’ve got bed hair and my oldest pyjamas on; I highly doubt that.” He glanced down at my outfit, briefly eyeing it before bringing his eyes to meet mine once more. “Rock it better than anyone else could.” It was getting increasingly difficult not to succumb to his charms. “Think they’d look better on the floor though.” He wiggled his eyebrows a little, how fast the mood had changed.

I decided not to fight any longer, embracing the fact I’d wanted him, and that this was far better way of communicating than talking. I lead him into my bedroom by the hand, almost as if it was his first time visiting it, even though that was the farthest thing from the truth. He’d spent days, even weeks at a time here before. We’d just coexisted so simply, it was hard to picture this place without him in it, even if that’s what I’d been doing for the past month. Somehow having him here again just erased the memory, like I’d never gone without him at all. He made up every single piece of this apartment, every piece of me.

We were nervous now we were in my bedroom. The lights were dim, we stood with a reasonable gap between us, just taking it slow, letting it all sink in. We were together again. It wasn’t the same though, he’d changed a little. His hair had grown, he’d gotten more muscular, I couldn’t deny that I’d noticed it and bitten my lip harshly when I had. He wasn’t the only one who’d changed though, he’d soon see that.

Ashton took a stride over to me, pulling my body into his, leaning his face down to kiss me. I returned his passion, pulling at his shirt, bringing him down to my level. I felt his hands linger over the bottom of my t-shirt, just fiddling, asking for permission. I nodded into his lips, letting him begin to lift it from my body, slowly up over my torso, his fingers brushing across my sides, sending goosebumps trailing over them. He took a moment before moving his lips away, just wanting to savour my kiss a moment longer, almost abandoning his project of undressing me in the process.

He eventually parted us. The shirt was thrown across the room and Ashton’s eyes had landed on my chest. He gasped, initially keeping his distance, admiring the new addition of the tattoo between my breasts. It was a simple design, a snake wrapped around the stem of a rose, almost a combination of two of his own tattoos, just in a finer print. He traced it with his fingertips, eyeing it carefully. He’d usually be ravishing my breasts by now, but he was so distracted, I might have to snap him out of it.

“If you don’t touch me right now-“ thankfully, he’d hushed me with his lips, his hands had finally cupped at my breasts, squeezing them firmly, before he pinched at my nipples roughly. I loved when he did that. Ashton slipped his tongue into my mouth as he continued to palm at my chest, giving me the attention, I’d been needy for. “Missed these so much.” He hummed, “missed all of you.” I sighed into his mouth, returning the sentiment, I’d missed a lot of him too.

I bit down hard on his bottom lip. The noise that escaped him went straight between my legs as I imagined it might. He combatted the action by running his hands back down my bare waist, towards my hips and the band of my leggings. He broke away from our kiss to lower himself onto his knees in order to pull my leggings down my from my legs. I stood shyly, focusing on the sight of him knelt down for me, looking up at me, hope in his eyes, lust in his eyes. He looked so beautiful while he was on his knees for me.

Ashton dragged his lips across my thighs and downwards, caressing the length of my leg as the material of my leggings dropped down to my ankles. Every piece of me he touched had been set alight. His hands felt perfect on my body, made for me even. He kissed lightly over my legs even as he guided my feet to step out of my clothing. Once I’d stepped out, both feet sinking back into the carpet, he reached his right hand behind my thigh and pushed forward pressing his mouth onto it, kissing it again, refusing to leave a portion of them untouched, unloved. The more he stroked at my thighs, the more he worshipped me above him, the more I lost composure, feeling my legs begin to wobble.

“Can’t stay still?” He smiled up at me, a genuine smile, before leaning his head against my thighs, taking a minute to breathe, to believe even, that he had me back here even if it was only temporary. He then started to recalculate, to decide how best to proceed, to shower me with his love but not where my legs would shake and buckle beneath me. “Want to get into bed?” He offered, leaning back, finding my eyes again. I nodded slowly before moving over, letting him guide me before taking a seat briefly before pushing myself back up towards the headboard where I’d waited for him to join me.

He’d removed his own clothes while I’d positioned myself, his cock not so subtly peeping over the waistband of his underwear, already hard enough to take me. Even though I was sprawled out naked for him, his eyes hadn’t wandered. He’d just kept them on my face, focused on me. It was as if he didn’t even need the rest of me, like it was never about my body, never just about sex, we were so much more than that and apparently he still felt that way, when he looked at me, eyes full of affection, a smile forcing itself onto his cheeks. Oh, how his dimples sank so deep as he smiled, and all for me.

I thought maybe he’d changed his mind since he’d taken so long to join me, seen that this was a stupid idea, only leading to complications. I went to reach for my duvet, attempting to cover myself before he seated himself down, just on the edge of the bed, his hands reaching out to cover mine as they gripped at the duvet. “I just want to be sure, are you sure?” It melted my heart that he even felt he had to ask. I wanted this just as badly, if not more so than he did. “I want to.” I said. “You’re sure?” He asked.

I thought about it, I thought very carefully, this was my last chance to back out, my final opportunity to gain some sense and prevent further complexity between us. I could probably back out further along the line if I wanted to, I knew he would never take advantage, probably stop before I’d even muttered the saying so myself, but I still knew that this was my crucial window to make my decision. Did I want to do this, to risk my healing process, to risk everything for him?

I leant forward slowly, seating myself on my knees, removing the gap between us. His hands flew to my hips, bringing my body over and onto his lap. He pushed his forehead into mine, resting there, letting my decision sink in. We stayed there for a short while, just relishing the closeness. It had felt so wonderful, so pure. I’d never felt so much passion before, never had such a burning desire,, a feeling as if I might actually die if he wasn’t mine again, if he left me again. I needed to tell him that, just how much I felt like I’d crumble if he left, but not now, no, not when this was so perfect.

He found his feet, standing quickly, arms still supporting me, a giggle escaping his lips as my legs instantly wrapped around his waist, my arms clutching desperately at his back. I knew he was strong enough to carry me but that hadn’t made it any less scary, I’d always panicked when he carried me, couldn’t quite trust him not to drop me, bet he’d giggle at that too.

Ashton spun us around before leaning down, pressing my back into the mattress, himself leaning firmly on top of me. It was exhilarating, like a moment in a movie, executed clumsily perhaps but still, quite attractively. He could throw me around anyway he chose to, and I loved that. I couldn’t resist his lips any longer, he needed to feel my need. I showered him with kisses, my hands cupping his face, adoring it. He scrunched up his nose at my attack, as if he hadn’t enjoyed every second of it.

“I will kiss you forever.” I panted. He smirked down at me, lips turning upwards. “Forever?” He had a hope in his eyes, my heart was racing. Ash pushed his hips into mine, no longer in the mood to talk but to prove his feelings, rubbing himself between my legs, providing himself some stimulation while I kissed him. He messily ran his hands over my ass, lifting my pelvis slightly into his, my back leaving the bed. He smacked hard and I teared my mouth away just to groan at it. He giggled, pleased with his actions. “Too much?” He checked. I shook my head. “Not enough.” I pecked his lips. “Never enough.” He almost growled.

He was evidently encouraged by my words, spanking me repeatedly before rubbing his calloused hands over the stinging flesh. Grinding against me even harsher. I was breathless. “Need you baby.” He brushed his lips against mine, humming softly, I loved how ready he was, pushing himself against me, so deprived of me. “Can I have you?” He was so close to begging. I nodded instantly, tangling my fingers in his messy curls before allowing him to retreat, standing vertically once more to remove his pants.

His hand carefully pulled at his cock, rubbing his precum down over himself, twisting his wrist subtly in the way that he’d always liked, slowly, painfully slowly. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand, he’d had such big hands, not big enough to hold himself though, not big enough to cover him in his entirety, I’d loved that about him. Somehow even with the filthy performance, my heart was full. There wasn’t a single part of him I didn’t love.

Ash now joined me on the bed, knees dipping into the mattress, his body slotting between my legs. It was finally happening. He leant over me, gently placing his left hand around my throat, my eyes nearly rolling back at the sensational amount of pressure he’d applied. He ensured my attention remained on him, drawing my gaze back towards his as he started to rub the tip of his erection over my cunt, he always loved to watch for my reaction when he entered me, always making sure we started off in a position where he could see my face, only being able to switch it around afterwards, once he was satisfied, his only demand.

When he pushed into me he grunted slightly, feeling the initial squeeze around him. “Oh.” I gasped. I felt so full, so incredibly full. He let a huff of air escape his lips as he tried to remain still, not moving his hips just yet, frightened to hurt me but equally overcome with the tightness constricting him. I was so appreciative of his thoughtfulness, his waiting for me to allow him to move. I’d been so distracted by the pulsing of his dick inside of me that I hadn’t even realised I’d deprived him of a ‘go ahead’ signal.

Ashton had tiny formations of sweat beading on his forehead as he held himself as still as possible. His chest was heaving too, a visible strain taking hold of him. I’d felt so cruel to make him wait for me. “You can move, you can move baby.” I stroked his cheek gently, sympathetically even. He let out a sigh of relief before carefully drawing his hips back then pushing them into me again, releasing a satisfactory moan while he did. His lips remained parted for most of his thrusts, unable to keep his breathing under control, gasping at the feeling of me.

I was in an equal position, nothing but heavy breaths and sighs flooding from my lips. He kept a slow pace for a while, grinding his hips into me while gripping onto my thighs, fucking into me deeply and precisely. “Feel so good around me.” I could only whine when he spoke. “Missed your pussy so much.” I let my hands grip at his hips, giving me something to dig my nails into when he switched up the pace. “Yes, yes.” I cried. He’d been so rough, so deliciously rough. He drew his hips back again, this time plunging back inwards faster and harder hitting a deep spot inside of me, I almost yelped. “So, fucking good.” I encouraged, pulling his body down, wanting him closer still.

His whole bodyweight was leaning over me. It felt magical. I’d clawed at his back, knowing just how much he adored the way my nails felt when they pulled at his skin. He loved to be scratched, the sting allowing him to feel more, always needing more. There was a beauty in the familiarity between us, in knowing exactly how the other needed to be touched. There was no trial and error, no instruction, just knowledge, just knowing the other’s body better than they even knew it themselves.

He knew that when he drew his body back, lowering my hips down onto the bed, and when he gripped my thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder, that I’d be losing all control, I’d be taking him deeper, scarcely able to take a breath for a fear I might get combust if I moved an inch. The angle was intoxicating, it always had been and once again he read me like a book, knowing me so well. “Still so good for me.” He tried to breathe steady as he spoke. “Body’s still mine.” I nodded pathetically even if it wasn’t even a question. I had only ever reacted to him this way, no one else.

He started pounding into me, rolling his hips with perfect synchronicity. It was still fiery, still passionate just giving more. We fucked hard, we always had. Much like with everything else he did, he found a rhythm to guide him, a melody, I was his song. I’d wondered if he even realised he was doing it, if he actually had a specific pattern he followed when he fucked me or if he was just subconsciously perfecting a beat and just did it the greatest amount of justice regardless. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was.

“Fuck, I can’t last much longer.” He shook his head as if to shake some extra stamina into himself. “Keep going.” I pleaded, surprised I was even audible at this stage, my verbal communication lacking with each shaking breath. He pushed on, eyes squeezing tight, creasing the skin around his eyes as he strained once again to stay calm. Just a little longer, I could feel the build-up, the coiling, the entanglement in the pits of my core. Ashton eyed me desperately, begging me to let him finish, falling to pieces as I leant my pelvis down further into the bed, allowing his cock to press upwards, finally rocking against my spot, applying an extra pressure I’d been lacking. He’d noticed it too, whimpering as I started to convulse around him.

“I’m going to cum, fuck, I’m-“ Ashton smothered my lips with his own as he rocked into me, releasing inside of me. His kiss was like a dream, I felt ignited, I felt alive, the way he had loved me, I’d never felt anything like it. I’d missed the way he painted my insides, filling me. His hips twitching and shaking, providing more pleasure for the both of us. “I’m sorry baby.” He lifted himself up, wiping the sweat off his face with the back of his arm. “I wanted to last for you.” He sighed, disappointed in himself, averting his gaze from mine.

I reached for his hands, covering them before speaking. “It’s okay, feels so good.” He had nothing to apologise for. He didn’t seem convinced. “I love you.” Was the first thing I thought of to comfort him. His neck nearly snapped; he moved his head so fast. He seemed unsure, maybe I’d just been saying it because I was caught in the moment, maybe it was simply just to ease his anxiety, but no, it wasn’t that at all. I had to say it.

I couldn’t bare the silence. I hadn’t needed him to say it back, I knew enough how he felt without him having to verbalise it. I wanted to change the subject. “Missed the way you fill me.” I caressed his cheek tenderly, considering the words were anything but that. He groaned; his dick twitching at the dirtiness of my comment, head dropping dramatically as he fought to stay relaxed. His hands slowly began to caress my thighs, now resting on either side of his hips. He didn’t have another in him, we both knew that, but that hadn’t meant he wouldn’t try for me.

“Want you to finish.” He said, starting to rock his hips agonisingly slowly into mine. He didn’t have to, I knew he was beat, exhausted from his orgasm. But he would never go down without a fight, never deprive me of my own ending, too considerate and maybe full of pride to allow that. “I know you’re close.” He edged me further, rocking at that same pace. He tried his hardest to prevent the shakiness of his hips as he pushed into me, I was well aware of his overstimulation, how it was weakening for him, how he’d wanted to buck his hips harshly from the sensation. His eyes were sealed shut as he focused, avoiding it, putting my needs well above his own. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I started matching his thrusts, pushing my hips into him, allowing myself to do more of the work, hoping to provide him some rest, he’d been doing so well for me. I was thankful to have kickstarted my journey towards my finish, I’d started to pant, to sigh and grab at my own breasts, anything to push me along further, almost performing for him but equally doing everything for myself. I was shocked to say, I felt him hardening inside me again. “So beautiful.” He muttered, my back arching involuntarily, signifying my closeness, seemingly as a result of his words. “Feel what you’re doing to me?” I nodded, gnawing on my bottom lip, so close.

I allowed myself to open my eyes, fixing them on his. They were still tired, still dark, but they were soft, glimmering in the dim light. He was adoring me, thinking of only me, how only I could make him hard like this, how only I could take his size, his roughness. I was the only one for him. “Ashton.” I tried to moan, reaching my hands out to pull him down over me. “Ash, baby.” I sighed again. He nodded, letting me know I had all of his attention. I wasn’t sure why my heart had started to swell, why it had started beating harder and more efficiently than it ever had.

I wasn’t sure why I felt so speechless all of a sudden, perhaps fearing at first for the palpitations before ultimately deciding there was nothing to be afraid of, I was safe, perfectly safe with him. “I love you so much.” He confessed sweetly and honestly and upon hearing it I felt like I might cry again. I didn’t think he’d even say it back. Of course, he did. He did love me, I saw that in his face, in his actions. I thought of nothing but the love he had for me. We were far from fixed, far from healed but he did love me, and I felt that now more than I ever had. I finished hard and so soon after, collapsing finally with the realisation that his love was all I’d ever really needed. We’d been foolish to leave behind what we had.

He took the longest time to pull out. I hadn’t even wanted him to. I would have been satisfied if he’d stayed. I was obsessed with the feeling of him inside me, how it wasn’t intrusive at all but instead, entirely comfortable and a welcome sensation. I felt him squeeze my waist subtly, stirring my thoughts back over to him. “Hey.” I don’t know why I said it, I was feeling silly I suppose. “Hey.” He breathed out, a smile finding his features. “You okay?” He moved his hand, trailing his long fingers over my bare skin, dragging them across my stomach before rubbing shapes into the skin below my tattoo, clearly a fan of the new artwork. “Yeah, I think so.” I nodded. He let out a sigh, not in a negative way, it was more of a content sigh. “Can we talk?” I nodded again.

Ashton separated us, running quickly into the bathroom, grabbing some tissue to clean me up, refusing to let me do it independently before allowing himself to lie down beside me on the bed. The shift in the air was significant, it wasn’t a bad thing, but it was definitely noticeable, there was so much to say and such little time. His eyes kept scanning mine, before fleeting away, staring at objects of decoration around the room. I decided I’d take one for the team, putting myself out there, as if we hadn’t both just done that already.

I looked at him briefly before curling into his side, drooping one leg over his and one arm across his stomach. His lips pressed a sweet and lingering kiss into my hair. “What did you want to talk about?” I asked, barely above a whisper. Ashton’s hands found their way into my hair, performing a mixture of gently scratching and massaging my scalp and then combing through it. It was hard for my eyes to remain open. His fingers were heavenly

“I don’t think I can go back to the way we were.” You’d think I’d have panicked as he said that thoughts rushing to every possible conclusion, dreading for the worst, I was unnaturally calm. Perhaps it was the way his own heartbeat was steady, that’s why it hadn’t phased me, it hadn’t meant what it sounded like it did. “I didn’t know enough about what I wanted but I know now.” I just listened, I just let his words play over in my mind, peacefully bouncing from wall to wall, soaking in. He was right, we shouldn’t go back to the way we were, we weren’t open with each other, didn’t understand each other’s emotions in the ways that we should. We had to improve, or we’d never make it this time around.

“Can I stay? Is that okay?” He asked so shyly, perhaps because I’d been so quiet myself. I nodded tiredly, head still resting on his chest, enjoying the way his chest hairs tickled a little when I moved. He didn’t say anything else, just smiled, just looked at me, cheeks bunched up as his grin grew wider. I felt so relaxed, so at peace, I’d not felt so calm for weeks. He’d really been that missing puzzle piece for me. I hoped I was the same for him too.

“Let’s never break up again.” He giggled at his own stupid joke. “Oh yeah?” I perked up a little. “We should just get married.” I decided to play along with him. “Just drive me to Vegas in the morning.” He continued to brush my hair in one hand, while he used his other to talk. “I’ll pack the car.” When he laughed, his chest vibrated beneath me. “Should we have Elvis there or?” He gasped. “How can you even ask me that?” I nearly snorted with laughter. “What about rings?” I continued. He thought on the for a second. “You can take one of these.” He gestured to the 2 currently adorning his fingers. I felt a surge of happiness, even if it was all pretend, even if he didn’t actually want to marry me, the thought was very much something I’d loved to hear.

“You really thought this through huh?” He laughed again. I decided I liked the feeling of him laughing under me, it was such a small detail to enjoy, his laughter alone was one of my favourite sounds but feeling how his whole body was overcome with glee, that was personal to me. “Thought of nothing else for the last two minutes.” He stated proudly. “Should probably get back together first.” I moved my face, leaning my chin into his chest so I could look at him properly. He was pretty from every angle; I don’t know how he managed it. “So, the possibility of this ending here?” I knew he didn’t really need a definitive answer right now, that it was too soon to really judge the way things would  work between us with one night, but I wanted to give him something at least. “Slim to nothing.”

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Luke Hemmings & Ashton Irwin- Lashton Headcanons!!

a/n: i’ve been on a lashton binge so here we are

summary: lashton headcanons

pairing: poly!lashton x female reader

warnings: nsfw, mild cursing, slight mention of depression

word count: 1134

not my gif!!

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-you and Ashton were in a relationship first but then Luke walked in on you guys

-he asked you if you wanted Luke to join

-to which you said yes

-and the rest is history

-though all three of you had been a couple for a few months, Luke still feels out of place sometimes

-like he’ll give you a forehead kiss and a huge ass hug (the man is over 6 ft. is so easy for him)

-he’d bury your face into his chest and have his hand in your hair

-it’s always a nice destressor for you two

-he says every time without fail

-“my princess”

-butterflies. every. time.

-and Ashton will walk into the room then Luke would just feel his presence and his body would get stiff

-and you always start laughing ‘cause you know Ash is giving him a subtle death stare

-“what? Ash is so scary when he’s angry”

-“i’m right here, man. i can hear you”

-your guys’ sleeping arrangement oh my

-it’s a love/hate relationship to say the least

-normally you’re in the middle of them and Ashton’s spooning you with his hand on your back

-your face is buried in Luke’s chest while his hand is in your hair

-it’s the best feeling ever

-once they both fall asleep though… dear god

-luke is always snoring and at first you thought it was really cute

-until he rolled over one night to cuddle you then snored in your ear and scared the shit out of you

-then on the other side… you got Ashton

-this man will be drumming in his sleep let me tell you

-you’d wake him up to stop him from sleep drumming and it would stop for 2 seconds then he’d be back at it again

-“babe… babe…”

-“hmm”

-“sleep drummin’, baby”

-“shit, sorry”

-*stops* *starts again*

-“ashhh”

-you’d hold his fingers down and it would calm him a little, and it would stop again

-you’d almost be asleep but then he’d keep drumming

-it’s a cycle

-but you’re fine with it because they have to deal with your insomnia so it evens out

-ash’s always the one to wake up first in the morning

-you and Luke normally wake up around the same time but poor Ashton he wakes up at least two hours before you guys

-he’s so bored out of his mind though the poor man

-though you’d still be asleep he’d always think of how to wake you up in a nice way

-90 percent of the time it would work

-one time though he tried to roll you over so you could be laying on his chest but then he miscalculated and you ended up on the floor

-it ended with a loud “thunk” and a sprained wrist

-ash felt so bad

-needless to say it woke both you and Luke up

-anyway…

-on the rare occasion that Luke wakes up first he makes you and Ashton breakfast

-you’d both go downstairs to see Luke in your hoodie and Ashton’s sweatpants

-both you and Ash would explode inside

-his hair’s all fluffy cause he hadn’t styled/brushed it yet

-he’d be humming along to music in his earbuds cause he didn’t want to wake either of you up yet

-then he’d look up at you guys staring at him because there’s no way that he was awake at this hour

-he’d give you both the brightest smile and give you your breakfast

-which actually tastes really good

-whenever you’re sad Luke’s always the first one to notice

-whether you respond too abruptly to Ashton or you just come into their studio wanting a hug that man will always know something’s up with you

-seriously you guys would be in the middle of dinner and you’d be staring at your plate worrying about something and he’d be all

-“something wrong princess?”

-“huh”

-“you okay? You’ve been kinda quiet”

-“oh, I guess…I don’t know, it’s fine”

-“wanna talk about it?”

-ashton always knows how to fix your problem

-they’re always in your brain I swear

-luke would tell Ashton if something is off with you, and he would immediately go to you and give you cuddles or something

-you’d be curled up on the couch in a depressive episode and he’d just be there

-he’d play with your hair and give you forehead kisses

-~nsfw things~

-luke is always timid of sex stuff with you because he still feels weird since your still technically Ashton’s girl in his mind

-plus he never wants to hurt you in a way that you don’t like

-ashton showed him how to get you to cum and stuff like that

-so after a while Luke got used to your body

-which made Ashton a little jelly

-one time they made it a contest between the two of them of who could make you cum first (luke did but you were obviously never going to tell either of them that)

-you and Luke are always trying new things in the bedroom

-courtesy of Ashton

-ashton would always dom you two, but made sure you were okay with it

-both of them needed you to cum first before they did

-they always felt guilty if they did first

-you’d all be talking about it the next day and you'd bring it up cause you wanted them to feel the same things you did

-“guys, you don’t have to make me cum first, like-”

-“whoa what?!”

-“ princess, no.”

-“honestly, I want you guys to enjoy it too cause-”

-“who said we weren’t enjoying it?”

-~end of nsfw~

-the aftercare???

-holy shit it’s amazing

-they always take care of you first

-after you came down from your high they would always check in with your headspace

-“how ya feeling, sweetheart?”

-“need another minute?”

-they’d draw a bath for you and make it look all pretty

-i’m talking candles, music, putting lotion on you after

-they’d bring you warm towels and your favorite sweatshirt/sweatpants

-after you got out of the tub you’d all watch a movie

-…more like listening to the movie

-you’d put it on in the background and just talk to each other

-you never understood why you put in on in the first place

-you’d be laying on top of Ashton and Luke would be laying on your lower back

-ash would be lightly brushing his fingers against your spine

-luke would be talking mid sentence then would just pass out

-which would always make you and Ashton laugh

-you’d try and still talk with Ashton but you’d be slurring your words to the point where he couldn’t even understand you

-“just go to sleep, baby”

“m’not tired”

-“tell that to your eyelids”

-basically it’s just cuddles all day every day

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i LOVE writing imagine and smut…. if anyone has any request let me knooowwww

#smut #harry styles #one direction #5 second of summer imagines #5sos #5sos smut #harry styles smut #calum hood #calum hood smut #calum smut #ashton irwin #ashton irwin smut #ashton smut #luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke smut #michael clifford #michael clifford smut #michael smut #5 seconds of summer

[ughkat]

brother's best friend | a.f.i

au oneshot ❥

ashton x fem!reader

graphic smut, petnames

ashton is your brothers best friend, their band practice gets a little noisy and you decide to say something.

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I sighed in frustration at the blaring clamor coming from the basement, where my brother and his garage band gathered every week. I focused my eyes heavier on the book in my lap, adjusting my seating in bed.

Another loud clash, followed by a wall-shaking bass riff.

"Ughh." I audibly groaned, tossing my book to the side. I got up from my bed and walked heavily out of my room, mentally cursing my brother. Opening the door to the basement, the series of loud crashing and laughs came to a halt, as I hastily made my way down the steps. My brother and his two band mates turned their heads to my direction, my brother rolling his head in annoyance. I crossed my arms as I reached the bottom step.

"Can you be quieter? Please?" I hissed. I quickly scanned the room, making eyes at the drummer, Ashton. He returned a smug look on his face as I spoke with anger.

"We'll keep it down." Ashton sneered, emitting obvious sarcasm. I rolled my eyes before storming my way back up to my room. Just as I was about to close the basement door, three clicks of Ashton's drumsticks, followed by sporadic banging on his drums, louder than before. I let out a scoff of disbelief, but continued to my room.

Ashton had been my brother's best friend since I could remember. Him, my brother and I being so close in age aided the three of us to spend a lot of time together. Even into our early adulthood, Ashton has seemed to bring out our most immature selves, acting as we did when we were younger. Calling each other names, playing tricks on each other, meaningless arguing. Ashton was always just "my brother's best friend". In usual little sister fashion, I found myself growing increasingly more attracted to Ashton as we got older, but never acted on it in fear of ruining his friendship with my brother. I couldn't help but turn my longing into childish anger.

Ashton's smug face burned in my head as I returned to my room, sinking onto the bed. "That stupid smile." I thought to myself. Yet I knew deep down I was more upset at the fact that I couldn't really get mad at that "stupid smile". I laid on my back, staring blankly into the ceiling. I wondered how long I would have to fake hate Ashton—And does he fake hate me too?

I listened hesitantly to the rhythms coming from below me, finding myself tapping my finger to a bass drum. I pridefully caught myself, crossing my arms across my chest. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I enjoy his music.

Finding myself lost in thought, my wandering mind was interrupted by my brother's voice coming from downstairs. I sat up slowly to eavesdrop. Sounds of clanging and thumping of what I assumed to be instruments and equipment being put back into their place, followed by footsteps up the stairs.

As they made their way down the hallway to the front, I listened to my brother's words.

"Alright, see you guys. Ash is staying back for a bit." He chirped. The front door shut and I continued to listen.

"I'm gonna' go get a shower, help yourself to whatever." He continued to Ashton. I listened for the footsteps heading toward the bathroom, followed by the bathroom door latching shut. I watched the small opening at bottom of my door frame with anticipation of where Ashton would set himself. Sitting in my own silence for a few moments, I snapped out of my trance on the the door, realizing what I was doing and shook my head. "You're being a psycho." I thought to myself. I laid back lazily into my bed and grabbed the book from where I had tossed it, returning to my interrupted page.

My mind wandered into a world besides my own as the text on the pages before me flooded my brain. I was numb to everything around me, 100% encapsulated in my book. A jolting flinch shook my body and mind, tearing me from my fantasies when I heard three heavy knocks on my door. I threw my hands down to my lap abruptly with a frustrated sigh, tossing my head back.

"What?" I groaned, dragging out my words, I was awaiting the unwanted presence of my brother. My door began to open slowly, revealing the unexpected visitor.

"May I come in?" Ashton spoke with a cheeky smile, peaking only his head through. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, eyeing him up and down.

"Why?" I questioned with a petty tone.

"C'mon we haven't just talked and hung out in forever." He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow before letting out a sigh.

"I guess, come in." I shrugged, putting my book to the side with a sigh. Ashton carefully entered my room, closing the door behind him. I glanced quickly at the door as it latched shut, then to him. I scooted back into my headboard allowing room for Ashton to take his seat. He sat down with comfortability as if he'd been in my room a thousand times before.

"We were disrupting your reading...?" He started, reaching for my book.

"Yeah. On purpose." I muttered. He let out a scoff.

"On purpose?" He mocked with a smirk, now looking at me. I looked up at him, his gaze burning into mine. His face was only inches away.

"Yes, on purpose. You got louder after I left." I argued matter of factly. Ashton tilted his head, not breaking his gaze on me.

"You're cute." He chuckled. My heart began to pick up its pace, making my palms clammy. I rolled my eyes, looking away.

"Did you need something?" I huffed. I turned back to look at him, his face was suddenly noticeably closer. A small gasp escaped my lips as I almost connected faces with him. Ashton studied my features closely, meeting my eyes multiple times. My face slowly got hot as his face was merely inches from mine.

"I just wanted to come see you." He spoke softly, slowly moving his hand to my knee. A shiver was sent up my body at the touch of his rough hands against my skin. My breath hitched as he moved in closer, his hand carefully moved up my upper leg, drawing small circles on my inner thigh. I began to shift in my seat under his touch. Ashton looked back up to me, our eyes connected once more before he swiftly leaned into a kiss. I froze and gasped onto his lips, but swiftly, I melted into the kiss. He pulled back quickly, looking at me deeply.

"Is this okay?" He whispered. I nodded slowly, looking at him through my eyelashes. He swiftly pushed me onto my back, reconnecting our lips. The feeling of him on top of me sent a rush of euphoria throughout me, making the pit of my stomach flutter. He began to deeply kiss down my neck, then my chest.

"You're so beautiful." He muttered into my skin. He sat up on his knees and removed my tank top vigorously, following with my sweats. He sat himself beside me, bringing his fingers down to my slick slit. My back arched at the feeling of his cold, calloused touch.

"You're so wet for me, princess." He muttered into my ear. My chest rose and fell quickly as I watched him slowly pump two fingers in and out of my hole. I wrapped my arm around his, gripping into his toned bicep. My head lolled lazily into his shoulder, whimpers escaping my lips. He focused intently on his hand as he strategically worked his fingers on my sensitive bud and hole, making me slicker for him. He removed his two fingers, bringing them to my lips. I slowly opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around his slick fingers.

"That's a good girl." He smiled.

Ashton abruptly flipped us over, leaving me straddling him. I made my way down the bed, assisted him in removing his jeans and boxers. I returned to my position on top of Ashton, and reconnected our lips for another kiss. His calloused hands found my hips, guiding them slowly against his throbbing member. I whimpered at the feeling of him against my eager heat.

"You want my cock, princess?" He growled into my lips, digging his fingers into my skin. I nodded while biting my lip, suppressing a moan.

"I can't hear you. Tell me, baby. Tell me you want my cock." He breathed into my ear, grinding my hips harder into his member.

"P..please." I whimpered, "I want it." I squeaked out what I could. Ashton pulled my underwear to the side, now gliding his shaft against my wet folds. He chuckled with a smirk before speaking.

"Aww, you don't like being teased?" He mocked softly in my ear, budding his tip on my entrance. I let out a whine and rolled my head onto his shoulder, bucking my hips. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, and the other lining up his slick member to my entrance.

"You just wanna' get fucked, don't you?" He chuckled, sliding himself in swiftly mid sentence. I tossed my head back with a gasp at the sudden feeling of him filling me up. He placed a hand at my hip and began to bounce me up and down. I let out a squeal and placed my hands on Ashton's shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He slapped a hand across my mouth with a chuckle. Abruptly, Ashton flipped us over, leaving me on my knees with my face against the mattress. He put a hand on the side of my face, the other on my hip.

"You're taking my cock like such a good girl." He groaned, leaning down to my ear. I whined and whimpered into the pillow, grabbing at any sheet in my vicinity.

"Fuck... Ash." I whined into the pillow. He gripped tightly onto my hip, keeping a steady hand on my face.

"You like being fucked like a slut, baby?" He growled. "You like being my slut?".

He fastened his rhythm, causing my legs to shake. I slowly began to feel my climax build, and so could he. He tossed his head back with a groan at the feeling of my tightening walls.

"You gonna' cum for me, princess?" He spoke. "You gonna' cum all over my cock for me?". My legs buckled as I released around Ashton's member, letting out a series of curses and cries. Ashton only quickened his pace to finish himself off, making me shake uncontrollably.

"Fuckk, Y/n." He whined, pounding vigorously into my sensitive hole. He gripped my hip tightly, pulling out and releasing his load onto my back with a groan. We sat in silence for a second to catch out breath before Ashton spoke.

"Are you okay?" He said gently, with genuine care in his eyes. I turned my head with a giggle and ran a hand through my now tangled hair.

"I'm okay." I sighed. "You need to get this off my back, though." I gestured to his mess on my back. He shook his head with a laugh, looking down. I gestured to a dirty towel I had already planned to wash later that day. I sat in my own thoughts as Ashton cleaned me up, before he took his seat next to me, handing me my clothes.

"So...What do we tell Y/b/n?" Ashton spoke with an awkward smirk. I sighed, also unsure. But I knew it'd be best that he didn't know.

"I can keep a secret if you can." I shrugged. Ashton let a smile take over his face as he pulled up his jeans.

The two of us were interrupted by the sound of my brother's bedroom door, Ashton looked at me with wide eyes.

"Go, go, get out." I mouthed, shooing him out of the room. He quickly gathered his shoes and made his way out of the door. Opening it once more and blowing a cheeky kiss. A giggle escaped me before I flopped back into my bed with my hands over my face, butterflies taking over my stomach as I fantasized about my newfound guilty pleasure.

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[sinning5sos]

I wanna do a blurb night so please please send me blurb ideas or requests!!

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[talkfastromance4]

Slow motion—Ashton blurb

Warnings: mentions of being high, consuming a gummy, high sex, some fluff and giggles

Word count: 724

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It’s slow building at first. The gummy bear torn in half was slow acting and you first felt it in your head, a certain type of weightlessness. The warm glow of his salt lamp paints him in warm fuzziness and it makes you giggle then you touch your lips.

“What’s wrong?”Ashton squints at you.

“My lips are fuzzy…” you probe them with your fingers. “Like caterpillars.” You gasp. “They’re gonna turn into butterflies and leave!”

“No they won’t, I won’t allow it,” he giggles then moves his fingers forward. They tangle with yours, grazing your parted lips. “Never let these lips go.”

“You better catch ‘em quick.”

And now it’s in slow motion.

You and Ashton meeting in the middle of your conversation pit, lips colliding, fingers threading through hair. And then you’re falling in slow motion, down and back onto the fluffy pillows and comforters. The words of Bob Dylan play overhead, sweeping in and out of your ears. 

Then Ashton is tracing the ladder of your ribs with the length of his fingers. You’re tugging his tank top up and over his muscles leaving his hair fluffed. He traces your lips delicately. You feel each caress.

“You are soft,” he whispers. 

“Are your lips soft and fuzzy, too?”

“Kiss me and find out,” he grins.

It’s slow motion with lips touching lips. His hands are under your shirt again, inching higher and higher until your shirt rolls over your breasts. You rise up gently letting him remove it. Soft palms on your breasts. 

“These are soft, too,” he mumbles. Silken lips trace your neck. Your fingers undo the drawstring of his sweatpants and then you’re skin to skin. 

Bob Dylan transferred to The Weeknd. Ashton’s lips leaving a heated trail down your body. He’s glowing in amber light and he’s rolling your pants down your legs. Hot lips on warm legs, the tips of his hair tickling your knees. Warm lips on lips. 

“All of you is soft, too,” you whisper on his jaw.

Bodies begin to rock and sway. You’re weightless and weighted beneath him. As you connect in hushed whispers you’re ascending. You’re moaning in his ear and his ankle brushes your foot. Fuzziness fills your body and when you laugh it’s like bubbles in his ear. 

“What’s funny?” he smiles, nose bumping yours. 

“Now my feet are fuzzy,” you can’t stop giggling. His hips snap against yours in the perfect way and you moan. You nibble on his ear. His pulls and thrusts elicit intense points of pleasure. 

“You’re silly,” he laces his fingers with yours. Lips brush your ear. “My silly girl.”

Your lovemaking is slow and meticulous, every neuron is fired up. Your head feels fluffy. Your body floating. Ashton is everywhere and anywhere. 

“Love you,” you sigh.

“Love you more.”

Giggles happen with kisses as you ride the rollercoaster of consistent pleasure. It’s exhilarating and relaxing. You tap his side and he rolls over leaving you on top. His hands help guide your hips up and down. Each pull is pulling you tighter and pulling you apart at the same time.

His fingertips graze and squeeze over your skin. His mouth sucks on the soft skin of your neck and then it’s silky against your tongue. Breath to breath you fall apart but Ashton keeps you upright with the motion of his hips until he’s spent as well.

You’re warm and sticky and fuzzy with gooey thoughts and a blissed out smile. He tilts your face up, his fingertips brushing your lips. Your body rises and falls with his breathing, music notes soak over your pores.

“That was a dream,” he says.

“Let’s never wake up,” you shake your head and kiss the pad of his finger. “Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m hungry, can we make popcorn?”

You’ve got on a long tank top and you’re leaning on his counter as you watch the popcorn rotate in the microwave. You’re humming a song to yourself and Ashton rests his hands on your hips.

“What song is that?”

“You don’t know?” 

“Sing a bit for me,” he kisses the top of your bare shoulder.

“My life’s just a carousel spinnin around poppin some corn.”

You both double over in laughter falling to the floor as the popcorn burns above you. It’s still the best popcorn you’ve ever had.

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[badomenslrh]

Bad Omens🔮: Chapter 13

Arabella woke up laying on Luke’s bare chest. Arabella kissed Luke awake. “Hey baby.” Luke's raspy morning voice hit Arabella like the knife that hit Luke. “Hey Lulu.” Arabella said, kissing Luke on the lips once more. Arabella got up and swung her leg over Luke, straddling him. Arabella cupped Luke’s face and kissed him roughly. Luke put the only arm he could and held onto Arabella’s hip. She could feel him under her and moved her hands down his chest to the rim of his bottoms. She moved her kisses down to his neck. Arabella started pulling at the rim of Luke's bottoms. “Bells…” Luke said breathlessly. “Bells I would rather do this when I can use both hands.” Luke said in a low raspy voice. Arabella stopped and kissed Luke one more time on the lips and got off the bed. “I love your enthusiasm though darling.” Luke said from across the room. “I’m taking a shower Lu, don’t hesitate to join in.” Arabella said walking out the door. “I’m not falling for that again!” Luke yelled.

Arabella got out of the shower and started drying her hair. “Hey Mike, what time are we training today…” Ashton trailed off at the sight of Arabella in only a towel. Arabella turned around to see Ashton standing in the door. “Oh, hey Ash, you’re actually training with me today!” Arabella said happily. She hasn’t spent time with him in a while since she moved to Luke’s. “Fuck I forgot to bring clothes in here.” Arabella sighed. “I’d prefer you without them.” Ashton mumbled. “Hm?” Arabella looked at Ashton confused. “Oh I just said that you could borrow some of my clothes.” Ashton lied. “That’d be great!” Arabella said as Ashton walked out of the bathroom to get her clothes. Ashton returned with a red T-shirt and a pair of shorts that you could make tighter at the waist. “Thanks Ash! Oh wait, can you grab a sports bra from the drawer in Luke’s room?” Arabella asked sweetly. “Whatever you want honey.” Ashton walked into Luke’s room, which was unoccupied as Luke had gone to breakfast. Ashton opened the drawer, to his left were sets of Lace bras. Pink, Black, Red, Purple. To his satisfaction those were the only bras in the drawer due to laundry. He grabbed the pink Lace bra and panty set he found in the drawer below.

“Sorry honey, these were the only ones left because of laundry.” Ashton tilted his head down. “Ugh that’s going to be super uncomfortable, but thanks Ash.” Arabella said, kissing Ashton on the cheek, making blood rise to his cheeks. He walked out of the bathroom to eat breakfast when he saw Luke at the table. “She doesn’t like you dude.” Luke said not looking up from the perfectly made omelet that Mike had made him. “You don’t even know her, so you should really shut up.” Ashton growled. “I know more than you think.” Luke smirked.

Time skip

11:00pm

“Okay, are you ready to train?” Ashton said ruffling the purple haired girl. “Of course, I missed you Ash.” Arabella said as she walked over to one of the dummy’s to start training. Ashton, who had discovered his new power while training with Mike, could only see that pink lace bra she was wearing under his shirt. Ashton couldn’t stay in the friend zone any longer. He walked up behind her and whispered “I missed you more.” In her ear. Arabella felt a hand creep up to her jaw and turn her head to look at Ashton. Ashton placed a small kiss on Arabella’s lips. “I need you honey.” Ashton whispered in her ear. “Ash…” Arabella trailed off. “Meet me in my room…now.” Ashton demanded as he walked off.

Ashton sat on his bed in the guest room at Luke’s, waiting for Arabella. Arabella slowly walked into the room as Ashton walked up to her. He’s never been so intimidating, she liked it. “Ash…” Arabella whispered. “Shut up.” Ashton ordered. Arabella looked into his deep hazel eyes and In the blink of an eye Ashton pushed her up against the wall in the room. His hand pulled her leg up around her waist as he slipped his hand under the side of the baggy shorts to feel as much skin as he could. Ashton kissed Arabella so roughly, his tongue took control as she gave in. She jumped up and wrapped her other leg around his waist as he grabbed her ass tightly. Ashton walked over to the bed and sat down so that Arabella was on top of him. Arabella pulled on the roots of Ashton’s black hair as he groaned with pleasure. Arabella moved her hands down to the end of Ashton’s shirt pulling at it, begging him to take it off. He pulled his shirt over his head to expose his bare chest. “Fuck…Ash.” Arabella said breathlessly as she went back to kiss him.

Arabella's hands roamed his body. Ashton pulled up Arabella’s shirt as she took it off to show the Pink Lace bra he picked out for her. “Shit you’re sexy.” Ashton mumbled kissing her once more as he moved her to lay down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around his waist. “Ashton…Ash…” Arabella said, leaning up to Ashton’s ear. “Yes…” Ashton asked. “I want you to fuck me.” Arabella pleaded. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” Ashton said roughly kissing Arabella moving down to her neck. Ashton left marks all over her neck as he bit down, wanting to taste every bit of her. Ashton removed the lace bra “you’re gorgeous…” he trailed off kissing down her chest taking in all of her. They slipped off their bottoms, “Ash…I need you.” Arabella let out a moan as she felt Ashton on top of her. Ashton rolled on a condom he took from the bowl in Luke’s room. Ashton inserted himself into Arabella as she let out a loud moan and he covered her mouth with his hand. “We were never just friends Arabella.” Ashton whispered into her ear. Ashton thrusted into Arabella. “Ash…faster…please.” Arabella moaned. “Fuck Arabella…” Ashton moaned as he sped up his thrusts started getting messier and messier. “Arabella I’m almost there.” Ashton said breathlessly. “Just a little more Ash…please.” Arabella begged as Ashton did the best he could to make her finish.

That night Arabella fell asleep in Ashton arms, she didn’t know how everything would be in the morning, but she was with Ashton tonight. She hoped that next time he would fall asleep in her arms.

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[tinyglitterrose]

Does It Hurt? - Part 1

Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Luke

Warnings: SMUT, Watersports

Summary: Luke finds out Ashton is into watersports. That's basically it 😂

❌don't like, don't read! okay? good :)❌

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"But doesn't it hurt when you pee while you're hard?"

"Luke, please shut up", Ashton groaned. He regretted it so badly. But Luke wouldn't stop asking what he had meant when he had accidently let something about needing to drink a few more bottles of water before he would get off. First, Luke had thought Ashton just liked it better when he was hydrated but Ashton hadn't been able to hide his blush so Luke had finally gotten to what it actually meant: Ashton liked to pee in sexual situations. He had a watersports kink.

"But you don't like the...you know, like, you don't like that too right? I mean I wouldn't judge you, to each their own, but like -"

"No, Luke, I don't shit on people nor do I wanna shit myself, ok?"

"Oh...cool", he lasted two seconds in silence before he continued, "But doesn't the smell turn you off? And what if you get it in your face, oh my god imagine if you got it in your mouth!"

Ashton didn't answer that and Luke immediately noticed: "In your - Ash!"

"What?", the drummer's voice was a little shrill and his cheeks were flaming hot.

"But like-"

"Scientifically speaking, pee is a lot cleaner than if you lick your fingers or something, you literally said two seconds ago you wouldn't judge me"

"No, yea, I know. I'm sorry", another two seconds of silence then: "Would you drink my pee if we had sex?"

Ashton almost facepalmed but reduced it to groaning very loudly. "First of all, Luke, I don't drink pee. It's not about drinking it, it's about having someone get it on me and I wouldn't mind if some of it striped my face, you know like cumming on someone. Second of all, why would we have sex??"

Luke shrugged with a lopsided grin, causing Ashton to squint his eyes at him in suspicion.

Sadly the conversation was not over then,the silence lasted longer this time, maybe a minute, but then Luke said the stupidest thing yet: "So would you like let me use you as a toilet if I asked?"

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'Use him as a toilet'

Ashton scoffed. He was not a human toilet and sure his kink was weird but it was a totally okay kink. There were plenty of people that liked to get cum on them so why not pee, right?

Besides, in all his twenty eight years of life he had yet to have someone else pee on him. He had only explored it himself and Luke was the first one he had trusted with this secret. Or rather Luke had forced himself to be trusted by Ashton.

And Ashton really hated that now Luke had implemented a picture in his mind that just wouldn't go away. He tried to think about what he usually thought about when he got himself off, some faceless hot bulky man hovering over him and telling him to let go. But now it wasn't some random man, it was Luke. Luke who just appeared in his mind now every single time he had his hand around his dick and he wasn't telling him to cum or too stop holding it, he was telling him to look up at him. Taunting him with saying he knew that Ashton wanted it, wanted him to get the golden liquid on his face, have it running down his body.

The words out of this fictional Luke's mouth came up in Ashton's brain without him even having to think about it. They were invading his mind just like this fictional Luke himself.

'So hot when you're all soaked in it', he would raunchily say to him, aiming the tip of his large erection right at his face, 'look at you all thirsty for it'

And Ashton groaned at it, upper body lifting off the bed towards a non existent second body. He felt the rough material of the towel he had spread under himself when he laid back down, hand still moving around his length. He knew there was no use in trying to make the image of his younger bandmate go away, it hadn't worked in the past days it wouldn't work now. So he just gave in to it, his hand speeding up and tiny gasps leaving his mouth as it got harder and a little painful to keep holding it all in.

He had drank so much water in the past two hours that lead up to just this and now he could already feel the relieve he knew would come with releasing all over himself and then finally orgasming. It was a mess cumming when he was already wet but he loved it.

"Oh", he gasped, choking when his thumb caught on the tip and his thighs twitched with the effort to hold it back, "Oh, please"

His wrist was aching a little when he sped up his movements and he didn't even register that he had started to gasp his blonde friend's name when his hips then kept thrusting up into his palm, shuddering thighs struggling to keep his middle lifted in the air but not able to lay back down.

"Lu- Luke, oh fuck, Luke"

And as cliché as it was, Luke heard him. Of course he did. Of fucking course he would hear Ashton calling for him when he was seconds away from pissing all over himself with his dick hard and in his hand, oh and also naked.

"Ash?", Luke asked the to the closed door of Ashton's room in the suite they were sharing. He didn't want to just barge in, but Ashton called for him again.

Because Ashton hadn't heard Luke outside his door. His hips were shuddering just like his thighs now, dick starting to twitch in his sweaty hand and then he was letting go.

He was gasping, sobbing with the burning feeling that came with cumming while also releasing something else and his hips were so high in the air.

He didn't take notice of Luke in his ecstasy.

Luke who was staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes and an open mouth because this right in front of him was some straight up filthy porn. And it was real, it was Ashton.

Ashton's naked body squirming on the bed and Ashton's dick striping his wide chest with cum and - oh god.

Luke choked on his own breath when he noticed it. He was doing it. Ashton was, he was - Luke gulped and his breath stuttered. He was peeing himself just like he said he did it. But Luke hadn't really, well of course he hadn't pictured it, but now that he was seeing it, it was overwhelming and maybe he was starting to understand why Ashton liked it.

Maybe, just maybe, his own dick was getting interested in the drummer drenching himself in golden liquid that, due to his hips still being lifted high in the air, ran down his chest and pooled in his collar bones or dripped down his sides.

It should have been filthy and dirty. Luke should have been disgusted.

He wasn't. Instead he was drawn closer, found himself walking into the room and invading Ashton's space. A hand was slipping into his own pants, wrapping around his rapidly hardening dick and started stroking while he stood right beside Ashton's bed.

What the fuck was happening?

Ashton's hips fell back down onto his bed, no more cum jumping out of his length but there was still a thing golden stream coming from it. When it began to stutter, turning into short broken up spurts, he began to sob quietly with each of them like it was painful.

His head turned to the side, mouth still agape - and then he saw Luke.

Frantically, he tried to pick himself up, hands pushing into the puddle on his bed and he cringed, whimpered, too, and he just wanted to disappear. This couldn't be happening, please no.

His eyes were wild, panicked. Luke's were calm. He didn't seem phazed at all and he was surprised by that himself. Maybe it was the hand around his dick that was still moving that made him relax.

"What are you-", Ashton's eyes had found said hand. It was unmistakable what it was doing in Luke's pants with the movement.

"That looked like it hurt.", he was making casual conversation about a really not casual topic while he was jerking off. About Ashton, in front of Ashton, while talking to Ashton.

Ashton who was currently speechless. His eyes were laser focused on how the blonde's hand shifted inside the pants.

"You-", he didn't even know what he wanted to say.

"You should clean up your bed before you drench everything", Luke said, still stroking his cock in his pants.

Ashton blinked a few times, not moving, still watching the others' hand move in the pants, but then he flinched like something had pulled him out of his trance and he set himself into motion.

"Actually I think the bed can wait"

Ashton suddenly felt hands on his bare hips from where he was now bent over the bed. He had wanted to strip the bed sheets of but froze at the touch.

"Get on your knees and wait for me"

Ashton was unsure if he should follow the request but when Luke added "I'll just get myself something to drink" he - still didn't move.

He was covered in cum and piss, entirely naked, sweaty and he just wanted to run away and hide from Luke. Luke who was making a joke out of this by telling him to get on his knees.

"Luke, I'm already embarrassed, you don't need to make it worse", he said, face flushed bright red.

"M not", Luke mumbled, pulling his back closer towards his front, almost as if hugging the other man. He put his hands over Ashton's and pushed them away from his torso where he had put them in an attempt to hide himself.

"Get on your knees please?", he asked softly into his ear. Wetness that was stuck to Ashton's back from, well, laying in it, dampened Luke's shirt and he pressed his nose to the back of the drummer's neck, nuzzling the curls.

"Please - if you want to", Luke tried again and Ashton finally shifted a little.

He avoided eye contact the whole time when he moved to kneel on the floor. The bed was still wet, probably soaking the mattress, his torso was covered in sticky cum and his own liquid, which was running down his thighs, too, by now.

His mind was racing, while Luke was gone. Would he come back with a camera and make fun of him? Maybe call Calum and Michael? Or was he not going to come back at all and he would be kneeling here for the next few hours? He should probably just get up, right? He should get up and finally clean the bed, yeah, he should do that.

Ashton got up, shaking his head at how stupid he felt for actually getting on the floor in the first place, and stripped the bed.

Thanks to the thick towel he head spread across the sheets, it hadn't gotten through to the mattress yet.

Ashton really wanted to clean himself up, too, but keeping the bed dry was more important and his shower could wait another few minutes.

When he was done with the bed and he had rolled the sheets and the towel up in a big ball, he put them down in favor of grabbing some tissues to at least clean himself a little. The cum was starting to get sticky, like freshly chewed gum and he wanted it off. He was getting all too aware of it now.

But just when he went to swipe the first tissue over his chest, he was interrupted: "And just what exactly are you doing?"

Wide hazel eyes snapped up to meet with blue ones. The blue that usually looked soft and cute and pretty but right now it was cold. And strong, unwavering, as he stared right back at Ashton.

Ashton didn't say a word. He didn't make a sound either, he just blankly stared. Only his hands lowered on their own accord to hide his crotch from Luke.

"Nuh - uh", Luke made when he saw the movement and with two big steps he was right in front of the shorter man and gripping his wrists to stop him. His free hand took the tissue from Ashton's fingers. He glanced around the room, noticing the ball of sheets and sighed.

"I get that you were worried about the bed so I guess I can let your misbevahing slide. But I didn't want you to clean this up", his pointer finger slid up Ashton's chest, collecting some of the cum there, "so I am quite dissappointed in you, Ash"

Ashton gulped. Dissappointed?

Luke broke their eye contact.

Then, his hand was cupping Ashton's chin, thumb and middle finger pressing into his jaw to make him open his mouth. Ashton's heart stuttered when he realized what Luke was doing. The cum covered finger pushed between his lips and Ashton's eyes went so wide that it could have been mistaken for panic.

Luke had his cum on his hand. Shit. And now it was in his mouth and why was he sucking on Luke's fucking cum covered finger now, what was he doing?

"Good boy", Luke mumbled, almost like he wasn't fully aware of saying it.

Ashton gulped and watched as Luke wiped the spit soaked finger on his shirt.

"Now", Ashton's eyes snapped up to Luke's ones at the change of tone in his voice, "I think I had told you to get on your knees?"

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[perfectlieafi]

Perfect Lie👑: Chapter 2

“This is your dress sweetheart!” Solaria’s dad held up a dress with a square neckline that went all the way up to the collarbone, no detail, just a plain white dress. Solaria put the dress on, it did nothing for her curves. Her hair and makeup were perfect, the dress was the only problem, she assumed that Ashton had phoned it in.

Ashton waited for Solaria to walk down the aisle in the horribly simple dress he picked out for her. “Let’s see this monstrosity.” Ashton whispered to his best man, Harry, from the Venus kingdom. The doors opened and they saw each other for the first time. Ashton looked right into her icy blue eyes and laughed. She was supposed to be marrying someone else, the one she loved. Solaria broke eye contact with the hazel eyes. She missed the green eyes that should’ve been at the altar. Ashton knew that he had to act as if he loved her, not for himself or for her, but for the people of their kingdoms.

Ashton faked a smile as did Solaria as she looked him in the eyes. “It’s time for vows…” Solaria shifted in the plain heels that went with the plain dress. “I remember when I first saw you…your green…I mean black hair and…and your green…” Solaria paused quickly. “Your hazel eyes could light up the night sky, when I close my eyes and try to sleep all I see is you in my mind, I fall apart and find it hard to breathe, you’re the reason, the only reason. I love the way you make me feel when we are together and I swear…my heart is never giving up on us…”

Solaria trailed off as tears rolled down her face. The letter she wrote to Michael a few days after his death. Ashton didn’t even look at her.

“Your turn, Prince Ashton.” Ashton looked at the man, “I didn’t write any, why should my love have to be put into words.” Ashton smirked knowing it would piss off his mom. “Ashton, do you take Solaria to be your queen?” Ashton finally looked at Solaria and said “I do.” Solaria, still looking down at the floor trying to hide her tears as the man said “Solaria, do you take Ashton to be your king?” Arabella looked into Ashton’s eyes and said “I do.” Ashton’s eyes widened as he saw the pain in her eyes. He thought that this girl had never been in pain her whole life, he was wrong. She’d endured much more pain than he could’ve imagined.

Everyone cheered and headed to the after party when both Ashton’s mom, dad, and Solaria’s dad walked up to them and said “You two don’t get to go to the after party, it’s already late enough, teleport to Solaria’s room and head to sleep.” Ashton’s mom ordered. “It’s our wedding though!” Solaria complained. “Solaria, remember what we talked about?” Solaria’s dad said sternly. Solaria retreated and said “yes father…I apologize.” She put her head down and they both quickly teleported to her bedroom.

“Shit it’s bright in here!” Ashton exclaimed as the whole room was covered in whites and pinks. “It’s night time and this room is still bright as hell.” Ashton complained. “I apologize…” Solaria trailed off. Ashton walked around the room examining everything. “What the hell is this?” Ashton said, pulling out a sword that was on display in the room. “Don’t touch that.” Solaria said. “Why it’s not like it’s important, it shouldn’t even be in your room, you being a prissy pink Princess.” Ashton swung the sword around a couple of times until Solaria caught the sword by the blade. “I said…don’t touch that.” Solaria said sternly, looking Ashton in the eyes. “Fine, if it’s that important…” Solaria let go of the sword and Ashton placed it back on its display.

“So…why’d you cry during vows…not like I care or anything.” Ashton said turning around, giving Solaria privacy to change into a pink flowy nightgown. “Oh…those weren’t meant for you…” Solaria finished changing. “Then why’d you read them?” Ashton pushed. “I…I don’t know…we’re supposed to be in love right?” Solaria said shyly. “Yeah, but if they weren’t for me then who were they for?” Ashton had changed into his pajamas and climbed into the bed. “It doesn’t matter, not anymore…” Solaria climbed into bed with Ashton. “Whatever, you’re boring me anyway.” Ashton rolled his eyes. They slept backs facing each other. “Goodnight…” Solaria whispered. “Whatever…”

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hi! my name is ro and i’m the owner of this blog! i starting writing/publishing my work about 2 years ago. i love formula 1, amy winehouse, 5 seconds of summer, one direction, and other things! 

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