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carryonafi · 11 days

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ashton irwin x luke hemmings x reader; SMUT!!🔞

a/n: a little buffer while i work on the next part of where did the party go. (go read it and beg for a second part) enjoy luke being a whiny bitch and ashton in a cow costume🤍

also SHOUT OUT TO MY FAVORITE MISS SOUPERBLOOM!! she gave me tons of inspo and we’re simply just insane sluts for some poly!lashton which might be turned into a series? :] idk we have SO many ideas

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Idly sat on the kitchen island, your legs were neatly crossed over each other as Luke stood with you and you scrolled on your phone. You could feel his hand on your leg, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your knee and slipping into the small holes in your fishnets. Nothing about this was sexual, just soft touches and quiet giggling as you waited for Ashton to finally be ready.

“God… how long does it take to put on a fuckin’ onesie?” Luke hummed, you could just barely see his blue eyes from the side of his sunglasses. He turned to look at you after eyeing the hallway, and honestly, the cloud goggle-style sunglasses looked ridiculous.

“He should be out soon,” You said with a humorous huff of breath, your eyes followed his lanky frame dressed insanely accurately to Kurt Cobain, full black outfit and those stupid sunglasses which usually just sat atop his head and pushed back his curls slick with product.

Not even another minute had passed before Luke was insisting you take another shot with him to pre-game, nothing could get you to refuse his offer with those sweet eyes and awfully whiny tone of voice. He was already tipsy, and you were sure he’d be in deeper by the time you got to the party. With this Luke there was never a moment of silence, he was happy and giggly which was majorly separated from his usual soft spoken demeanor.

However, a few minutes later there were footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Ash?! Come on, we have to leave!” You called, getting a quick excuse that he was coming in response— and in all his glory he stood in that dumb cow onesie and… fuck. Smudged black eyeliner.

You turned to look at Luke, who’s eyes were glued onto your boyfriend in complete and utter awe. If this were a cartoon, his heart would be beating straight out of his chest and you swear you would have to pick his jaw up off of the floor.

“What?” Ashton cocked an eyebrow, picking up the car keys and waving his hand at the both of you. “I know, I know. It looks fuckin’ stupid.”

“No it doesn’t.” Luke said immediately, making you snicker and bring a hand to cover your mouth.

“This cow onesie?! It’s stupid, Luke. So incredibly stupid.” Ashton quipped, both hands on his hips as he stared at the two of you expectantly.

“No, idiot. The eyeliner. He thinks you’re talking about the eyeliner.” You explained, seeing the puzzled look on Ashton’s face slowly come back into a smirk.

“Ah, gotcha.” He approached the kitchen island you were still sitting on, allowing you to get a better look at his messy makeup. “Figured I’d go back to the emo roots, y’know?”

“Yeah…” Luke mused, both ring-clad hands cupping Ashton’s cheeks so he could look straight into those darkened hazel irises. You propped your hands behind your back, leaning back on the countertop to watch your boyfriends. Ashton seemed to be enjoying this attention, the way he slowly blinked to let Luke get his fill before gently tipping the other man’s chin to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Hey, now…” You whined, grabbing their attention and another sweet yet cocky smile from Ashton.

“Don't think I forgot about you, cowgal.” He attempted to flirt in a ridiculous sounding southern accent. You playfully rolled your eyes and felt his hands grasp at your denim covered hips, holding you in place to give you your own loving kiss.

“You’re not funny.” You placed both hands on Ashton’s chest, helping you to get down off of the counter as you and your two loyal sidekicks headed for the door.

“Shotgun!” The sound of your voice made Luke groan in frustration.

“Not fair..!” He complained, yet didn’t put up a fight.

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Upon arriving, you realized that the lack of a theme between the three of your costumes wasn’t a big deal. No one really cared too much, and you all managed to fit in anyway. I mean, you looked better than the people who didn’t dress up at all. How boring?

Luke’s hand gently gripped your wrist, relying on you and Ashton behind the both of you to lead him through the crowd as he made quiet observations about everyone in the room. You made your rounds, greeting each of your friends as you walked about and watched as everyone practically fed Luke shots from the moment you walked in the door. The fact that you’d have to keep an eye on him was told with a shared look between you and Ashton, but there wasn’t a problem with that.

Ashton, being the more sociable one out of the three of you strayed off to enjoy more time with your friends and interact on your behalf.

Luke spoke into your ear, but you couldn’t hear too well, you could only see his wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“Hmm?” You reached out for his hand, but instead of him taking it he wrapped both arms around your waist.

“C’mere… ‘miss you.” He said sweetly, adjusting the sunglasses on his head to keep them from falling down.

“You’ve been right next to me all night, Lu.” Your tone of voice wasn’t so teasing, but definitely pointing out the obvious. “Come on, we should get you some water.”

Even though you insisted, Luke was still whining as you dragged him off towards the quieter part of the kitchen and searched around for anything to sober up your boyfriend.

“Baby!” You could hear the pout in his voice, turning away towards the sink until his arms wrapped around you again. “I wanna take another shot, come on… come with me please?” Luke spoke into your hair, his face pressed against the top of your head as you squirmed in order to face him again.

It was again that his sweet charm struck once more, you looked up into his bleary eyes and shook your head.

“You aren’t slowing down, are you?”

Luke immediately shook his head with a giggle.

“Fine.” You sighed, then the next thing you knew your arms were horribly linked together downing your next round of Pink Whitney which wasn’t helping you put your foot down and avoid your boyfriend getting blackout drunk.

“You look s’fucking pretty in that costume.” Luke murmured, hooking his pointer finger in the bandana you wore around your neck as his other hand squeezed your hip.

“Hush..” You scrunched up your nose at him, Luke let out another intoxicated giggle in response before leaning in to gently nip at your neck. His words never stopped, muttering against your skin and dragging the tip of his tongue over his teeth marks— the soft complaints you made for him to stop only drew soft laughter from Luke.

Your eyes closed for a brief moment, living in the thumping bass and the fleeting sensation of your boyfriend's lips on your neck. Until he drew back, flinching. You opened your eyes, seeing Ashton with both hands on Luke’s shoulders.

“You scared th’ shit outta me.” Luke complained, shifting just a little bit so he could see both you and Ashton under the now slightly purple light. These LEDs would drive you crazy.

“Sorry, honeybee.” Ashton laughed, nuzzling the side of Luke’s neck before he pressed a quick peck to his cheek. “Wanna come do another round with Mike and Cal?”

You angled your head to look over Ashton’s shoulder, seeing the other two guys standing at the kitchen island watching Ashton fetch you and Luke. Without a doubt, the both of you agreed with no second thought. The idea of your relationship with Luke and Ashton wasn’t very foreign to Michael and Calum, surprisingly they weren’t very curious and didn’t ask a lot of questions.

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Time no longer mattered, what did matter was being surrounded by your friends while sitting in Luke’s lap to keep his pleas and begs to a minimum. None of it worked. This boy just couldn’t keep his hands to himself no matter how hard you tried to keep him pleased. Luke’s fingertips massaged gentle circles on your bare midriff, face buried into your neck like he hadn’t been near you in years. You tried to squirm out of his arms, but he really wasn’t having it. In fact, he made this sound when you moved that made you realize he was more turned on than you thought. Straining against those worn out jeans of his, you turned your head to whisper into his ear.

“Wanna go to the bathroom, baby?” You mutter, his head popping up from your neck to stare at you. His sunglasses were gone, they were now sitting atop Ashton’s onesie hoodie because they kept falling into Luke’s eyes and annoying him.

“Mm, mhm.” He replies, lips parted as he helped you off of his lap and stood up with you. You went to wrap your arm around his waist, but instead he was taking your hand while quickly weaving in and out through sweaty bodies and others who didn’t bother to find privacy.

A few seconds went by of your endless giggling as Luke tried a few doors, then finally found the correct one with an empty bathroom on the other side. Finally, some release of pressure for him. Luke pinned you to the counter, kicking the door of the cramped space shut and immediately attacking your lips with his own. You couldn’t stop laughing, gently cupping his cheeks and smiling because of how astounded you were. He had never been like this before— well, he had, but the poor thing would almost never act on it. The alcohol really helped him get across what he had desperately needed all night.

The sudden realization hit that Luke hadn’t locked the door, you pulled away from the kiss to look into his eyes. His pupils were dilated so wide you swore there was nothing but black enveloping his sweet icy blues, his cheeks were so pink and his eye makeup had started to smudge… the door suddenly didn't matter anymore. You pulled him back in for a kiss, those swollen, needy lips that were begging for yours again. Luke moaned against your mouth, his hands roaming your body before being interrupted once again.

The two of you froze as the door opened, within the same second you were relieved to see that it was just Ashton standing there. Two drinks in his hand, without saying a single word. After putting the drinks down on the counter, he closed the door behind him and actually locked it this time.

“Ash—“ Luke breathed, unable to finish his thought before Ashton was pulling him in for a kiss just as fierce as the one you were just receiving.

There was nothing you loved more than watching your boyfriends love each other, seeing Ashton’s thumbs hooked tightly in the belt loops of Luke’s jeans as he furiously made out with him was a very close second. You sat up on the counter, giggling to yourself as you picked up a solo cup and enjoyed the show in front of you. Luke rolled his hips forward trying to gain some friction from Ashton, it worked judging by how Luke gasped and Ashton sighed into the kiss.

“Don’t go… don’t stop.” Luke whimpered quietly as Ashton gently broke the kiss, he had to hush him as he turned to look at you.

“But look, Luke.” Ashton patted Luke’s hip, meeting your eyes which were burning with lust and slight jealousy. You wanted that attention too. “What, pretty? Y’want a turn now too?”

You nodded slowly, bottom lip pulled tensely between your teeth as you set the cup back down.

“Let’s see how good you are at riding the mechanical bull, huh?” Ashton flashed you a stupid grin, Luke started giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world while pressing his nose into Ashton’s done-up hair. It was now that you noticed the hood on the onesie, which doubled as the cow’s head, was resting on Ashton’s back.

“Can’t do that here— my gosh.” You smacked Ashton’s shoulder with the back of your hand, he playfully flinched back and sucked his teeth with a soft hissing sound.

“Ouch, you’ve got one hell of a hand. It’s from all that rope pulling, ain’t it?” There was that southern accent again, it was getting very annoying. So annoying that you had to tug Ashton in for a kiss to get him to shut up, he hummed in response and melted against your frame. He placed his hands on your thighs, playing with the frayed hems of the denim and squeezing as the kiss started to get desperate. Yours were on his chest, feeling up the gentle fur of the onesie which just made Ashton feel so cozy. It was incredible how he was surviving in that thing.

“Mmh, let me in…” Luke muttered from behind Ashton, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head against his shoulder. You briefly pulled away to look at Ashton, your smile being mirrored back at you as you appreciated the clinginess Luke seemed to possess from all of the alcohol he was allowed to have.

“So cute.” You mused, Luke starting to press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to Ashton’s neck.

“Very.” Ashton replied in the same gentle tone, tilting his head to the side to let Luke’s hair brush against his cheek. “Needy tonight, are we, honeybee?” He teased.

Luke let out another sound, long and needy like a lost puppy. The look in his eyes made you pout, pushing a sweat damp curl behind his ear. There was a mutual gaze shared between you and Ashton, this wasn’t a need for you two at the moment. You could wait until you were home to really enjoy each other, but Luke could barely keep his hands to himself… something had to be done.

“Think I should help him out?” You raised your eyebrows at Ashton, Luke perked up and eagerly tightened his grip on Ashton’s waist.

“Mm, has he been good? Seems to me like he’s been misbehaving.”

“Have not!”

“See? Up to you, though.” Ashton shrugged nonchalantly, hiding his smirk from Luke which just made you smile.

“I think he deserves to be spoiled.” You settled this battle, keeping your ‘good cop’ front as Ashton was still the more brutal one when it came to bedroom roles. He liked to tease, he liked to push to the point of uncomfortableness where as you treated Luke like the princess he acted he was sometimes.

“Please?” Luke begged, giving you those sweet puppy eyes which had Ashton stepping back to you could hop off of the counter. Luke was already back against the wall, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans and hastily tugging at his skinny jeans.

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna do yet, baby.” You giggled, even though your next moves were predictable. Luke huffed and placed his hands at his sides, allowing you to do the work as you got to your knees in front of him. Ashton stood at Luke’s side, tilting his chin to meet his lips.

“Let our girl do all the work to make you feel good… don’t focus on helping.” He mumbled, lips brushing against Luke’s as he spoke which earned another needy whimper from the blond. Luke kissed Ashton again, humming when he felt both his jeans and boxers come down.

Their make-out session was bound to be broken the second your lips were pressed to his tip, moaning out helplessly to Ashton who gently stroked his jaw.

“Shh, relax. I know it feels good, don’t you love that mouth?” Ashton only fueled that desperate fire within Luke’s chest, he felt like he was about to burst at any moment because of how badly he was trying not to look at you, move his hips— nothing. He was trying so hard to be good, trying so hard just to stand there and take it. You had barely done anything and Luke was already in shambles.

Now, your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and gently sucking, this is where he started to get used to the feeling. Those whimpers turned into rough sighs through his nose while Ashton placed loving kisses to the corner of his mouth, Luke wanted more than anything to tangle his hands in your hair… but he knew the consequences he would receive from Ashton if he did.

You took him further into your mouth, closing your eyes to focus as you heard the volume of his cries increase again.

“Oh my god,” He tilted his head back against the tile wall, lip twitching in pleasure as he panted out your name and earned more attention from Ashton. Your cycle continued, bobbing your head, swallowing around him, driving him crazy with a flick of your tongue. The recipe for his release, and you could tell he was close. How his hips jerked and his breathing picked up, his hands which were still at his sides balled into fists as he felt his control slipping out of his grasp.

“Better not see your fuckin’ ass leave the wall again.” Ashton scolded, grabbing Luke’s chin so he was looking at him again.

“Sorry— ‘m sorry, so close…” He whispered, voice hoarse from the effort he was putting in to contain himself. “So fucking close.” Luke repeated, moans following each word he spoke. He was waiting for the clear from Ashton, even though he didn’t technically need it.

“Not on her face. Don’t ruin the makeup.” Ashton finally said after a few moments of silence, he knew Luke needed that guidance when he was in a state like this. He couldn’t go without being told what to do, it was like he craved it, needed it so badly that he couldn’t think for himself.

That was also your cue to not pull off of Luke, stilling as you felt that intoxicating twitch before he came down your throat with a breathy whine of relief. It sounded like he hasn’t had an orgasm in months, when he was cumming in the same place this morning and coating your mouth for the second time today. You could say he was pretty spoiled, even if Ashton pretended like he was an extreme hard-ass.

Poor thing, his body went weak against the wall. Ashton had given him his sunglasses back and placed them on his head to push his curls back, you finishing up the job by cleaning up and helping him back into his jeans. Ashton was better at tending to him, he knew just the right words to say and how to treat him… you were better at straightening up and making sure everyone looked like nothing had happened. You were now turned towards the mirror, fixing your shirt and sneaking glances of the two boys behind you softly whispering to each other.

“Can you handle yourself for half an hour longer?” You turned to look at Luke, it was meant to be a bit of a tease, but he nodded and gave you a lazy smile.

“Definitely.” He agreed, Ashton chuckled and gently squeezed his hip before kissing his cheek. However, you paused with the familiarity of a song thumping from the main room. You looked at the other two puzzled, and in turn they gave you the same expression.

“What’s that face for?” Ashton furrowed his eyebrows, and the fact that your face lit up didn’t help at all.

“Do you seriously not hear that?!” You squealed, reaching out to grab both of their hands to lead them towards the door. “Blackout? Brokencyde is playing?! This is my favorite house party song ever!”

It finally clicked for Ashton, although it did take poor Luke a few more seconds to figure out exactly what you were excited about because he had that dumbfounded look on his face. Ashton started to laugh, having to help you open the door as you barreled down the hall and dragged the two with you. Luke was laughing as well, only for the reason that you were so insistent on getting out onto the dancefloor so you could show off. At least he had the promise of more treatment at home, knowing he could behave.

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