#Ashton Iwrin writings

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Pre-Show Before Pre-Show

A/N: Man it's been a long time since I wrote one of these, so please bear with me. Anyway I sent this twitter post to @iknowyoufeelme and Lina said something about this particular picture which gave me all sorts of ideas, so without further ado. . .

AshtonXFemale Reader

Warning: smut smut smut, male oral receiving, fingering, nipple play, riding, dirty talk, foul language, lil' (legit) illegal activity (public exposure), soft words*

*If I missed anything please let me know

Your laughter echoed around the arena as the sounds of drums kept playing. It sounded terrible because Ashton was trying to teach you how to play. You sat in his lap, back pressed flush against his chest as you tried to repeat the rhythm he had just showed you. You could hear Ashton suck in a breath and wince when you had missed a note. "Ugh, I can't do this at all," you sighed, a chuckle leaving your lips at how atrocious you sounded.

"Practice makes perfect," Ashton told you. He grabbed your hands and began to guide them, tapping out a tiny beat. "Aaand there," he said, hitting a hi-hat. The sound rang out loud in the venue and Ashton's hands released from yours.

"You think you can do that on your own?" he asked. You had zoned out. Eyes glued to his large hands that were just holding yours. "Y/N?" Ashton sang, wiggling his fingers in front of your face. You blinked twice then came to.

"I didn't come out here to learn the drums," you grumbled, slumping into him. The thought had left you earlier when Ashton suggested you play with him. He had been trying to practice before the boys had to go to pre-show later in the day. No one was around which allowed him to concentrate on the task. He was a perfectionist at best and even though pre-show was more of an intimate thing where they answered fan questions and jammed out for a bit, Ashton wanted it to go perfectly. You on the other hand had been fantasizing about Ashton since last night. You had gone to bed horny and woke up as such. Touring with him was fun but you didn't get a lot of alone time.

No, your intensions of coming out to the stage was something you had been craving for a long while. "What did you want?" he questioned, sending a small kiss to your shoulder blade. The gesture set your skin on fire and Ashton quirked in eyebrow at you in amusement when a tiny moan left your lips.

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A swear flew from Ashton's lips the minute your tongue connected with his cock. An almost loud throaty moan following after. "Fuck, you wanted me bad huh?" he whimpered, eyes glazing over in lust and fighting to stay open to watch you take him down your mouth. The two of you could get caught at any moment. Ashton's head fell back and a louder moan left his lips. Your tongue laid flat on the shaft of his cock, licking as you sucked up, a popping sound echoing about when you came up. Your hand wrapped around him and began to twist up and down with your movements.

"Such a dirty girl for me," Ashton gasped, hands flying to grip at your hair. "You couldn't wait for me at all?" you moaned at his words the hum of it sending a vibration around his cock and making his grip on your hair tighten. Your head lifted and you looked at Ashton through batted eyelashes as your swirled your tongue around the tip. Luckily for him, your frame was hidden by his drum set, so the minute someone walked into the venue Ashton swallowed the moan he was about to let out and held your head down. "Hey! Just getting some practice in," he managed to say, discreetly fucking into your mouth. You didn't move in fear of the person spotting you.

"Just grabbing the trash," the person stated, beginning to go around the room and check all the trash bins. Ashton's eyes never left the person and he let out a hiss. You had gotten impatient and started to bob your head to continue sucking him off. One of his hands gripped at your hair while the other began to hit the drums trying to distract the cleaner from what was going on behind it. You deep throated him and in reaction his foot hit down hard on the peddle making the loudest noise ever. Your head lifted in shock, and Ashton's eyes squeezed shut. He peeked them open just as he heard the cleaner say goodbye.

Ashton looked down at you with a shit eating grin. His hand reached out to caress your cheek. "You wanna keep sucking or you wanna ride me?" he breathlessly asked, thumbing swiping over your bottom lip. You were panting and your core throbbed at his words. Ashton pouted when you didn't answer him, his hand traveling down to grab one of your breasts. "Use your words, Sweetheart," he said, hand dipping into your shirt and pinching at your nipple.

"Ride," you choked out, already feeling your panties get damp as he continued to play with your nipples.

"Come here," he whispered. Ashton wanted to feel more than just your mouth and he was happy you wanted to ride him just as much as he wanted you. You stood up and immediately his hands gripped at your waist. You leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss. Ashton slowly lifted your dress, your ass becoming exposed to the empty audience seats. Your tongues collided with one another, fighting each other for dominance. Ashton pulled away breathless and he held you at arms length to look at you.

"Stop playing around," you whined, guiding one of his hands towards where you needed him most. His eyes darkened at your words, gaze going towards the thong you were wearing. You really were on a mission this morning if you had put that on for the day. Ashton pushed aside your thong and his strong hand gripped your thigh for just a second before his fingertips brushed against your folds. Your knees nearly buckled under his touch.

"How are you already so wet?" he asked, thumb rubbing at your clit as he slipped a finger inside. "Hhm? All this just from giving me head," he commented, adding in another finger. Your hand reached out to grip at his shoulder, eyes closing shut as he continued fingering you, going deep to the knuckles.

"Ashton, please," you moaned out, as he applied more pressure to your clit.

"I know, baby. I want you too," he grunted, "Just getting you ready." Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, head falling back in lust.

"I want you now," you demanded. Your voice had dropped in octave and your eyes opened looking down at Ashton with a fire in them.

"Yes ma'am," Ashton said, pulling his fingers from out of you. You were quick to take off your thong, straddling him, grabbing onto his cock and stroking it a few times. You rubbed the tip between your folds, teasing the both of you. Ashton sighed and grabbed your hips, slowly guiding you down. A whimpered moan came from you and you sat still for a second allowing yourself to adjust to him filling you up. "Baby, we don't have much time," Ashton whispered, kissing at your shoulder blade again. He gave you an innocent look, not wanting to move until you were ready.

"I love you," you replied, hands cupping his face. You rested your forehead against his for a second and then kissed him briefly before slowly lifting your hips up and sinking back down. Ashton shuddered beneath you.

"I love you too," he said after a moment, eyes opening to connect with yours. His body was buzzing with excitement and he knew he wasn't going to last long not after that blowjob. You sank down onto hm once again, picking up the pace. Ashton's arm had wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to him. He tried his best to buck his hips up into you, but without a back to his seat it proved hard. "Fuck, just like that," he moaned, lips connecting with your neck to give you a love bite. You could feel his other arm brush against your stomach and soon his thumb connected with your clit. Ashton wasn't going to last long, but he didn't want to come to his release without you getting there first. Your pace picked up and you tried your best to hold in your moans so that no one outside the arena could hear.

"Ash," you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You began to figure eight your hips, nails digging into his bicep as you felt pleasure course through you. The pressure building up in your core was growing and it wasn't until Ashton quickly yanked the front of your dress down and take one of your nipples into his mouth that you began to unfold above him. Nipple play was always a surefire way to get you to orgasm. A low whine leaving your lips as your cunt pulsed in pleasure. You kept riding Ashton, squeezing around his cock. It all happened fast. Ashton nearly slipping off the stool as he reached his own high, your back hitting against the drum set making one of the hi-hats ring loud. After a moment your movements stopped. The only sound being heard were the panted breaths between the two of you. Your head rested on his shoulder and his hands wiped sweat from your forehead. He looked down at you with a goofy grin, fighting the urge to fall asleep.

"That was wonderful," he said, hugging you tightly. You nodded in response. Spontaneous sex was always your favorite and you knew that if you wanted to get your release on tour the two of you would have to do a lot of that.

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"Ashton!" the crowd yelled out, drawing the wavy haired man out of his daydream memory.

"Huh?" Ashton blurted into the mic. His eyes looked away from your thong that had found its way near his drum kit and out towards everyone. A blush formed on his cheeks and Ashton swiped the article of clothing from off the ground before heading closer towards the edge of the stage. "Sorry, I was just remembering something from-earlier," he told them, tucking your underwear into his back pocket.

"What was it?" someone had shouted. Ashton smirked at the question and his teeth sunk into his bottom lips.

"Just some before pre-show ritual Y/N and I are thinking about starting," he told them. He glanced at the side of the stage to see you standing there wearing a different dress from earlier. You winked at him in understanding then nodded your head back at the crowd in a signal to tell him to pay attention.

"Alright, Ashton's deep in his thoughts today. Any questions for me!?" Calum teased, bumping his shoulder into Ashton's. Laughter erupted from the group and Ashton smiled at them in happiness. He wasn't joking about his comment. He hoped that the two of you could make it a tradition to have a pre-show before the pre-show from here on out. Hopefully in a more private area next time.

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Blue Sweater (Ashton Irwin) FULL

Word Count: 2.3 K a smaul bean

Warnings: light innuendo (they’re dirty boys what do you expect), light cussing

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

"Babe, have you seen my blue sweater." Ashton, your boyfriend called from down the hallway.

"Um no...?" you called back, barely attempting to cover up the uncertainty of your answer.

"No?" The voice repeated from the doorway where Ashton stood with arms crossed over his chest, looking down at your body sprawled atop of the bedroom carpet. "You sure about that baby girl?"

You nodded, grinning deviously at him while tucking your fingers into the pocket of his blue sweater, having no intentions of giving it back anytime soon.

Ashton pushed his body away from the door frame and stepped over your legs and torso so that each of his feet were placed aside each of your hips. leaving his body to stand over yours.

"So the blue sweater that you are currently residing in, the one I'm fairly certain smells like my hair product isn't the blue sweater I'm looking for? My only blue sweater?"

“That would be a no.” 

“I don’t believe you.”

“This is definitely my sweater.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“Well I ain’t calling you a truther!” You giggled back the last words at the sheer ridiculousness of your relationship. Here you were lying on the bedroom floor in Ashton’s sweater with mile long sleeves quoting Drake and Josh to him while he stood over you keeping you in place.

“You know you’re adorable right,” stated Ashton, not even bothering to pose the sentence as a question.

“I aim to please.”

“However, I am going to need that sweater back.”

“Well that’s going to be a problem because this sweater is occupied.”

“Occupied?”

“Mm hmm, by me. In case you haven’t noticed.” You threw in the last part to add a bit of sass.

Ashton laughed and shook his head. He loved the view below him. He loved how cheeky you looked with your hair a mess against the carpet, grin prominent on your face. He loved the way his blue sweater looked against your skin. He loved the fact that you were wearing short pants and a long sleeve sweater despite the fact that you usually wore short sleeves with short pants and long sleeves with long pants. Little things like that mattered to you but it made his heart warm to know that in the comfort of your shared home, you didn’t care what you wore, except at that moment you happened to care enough that you weren’t giving up the sweater without a fight.

“You’ve chosen to be a brat today have you?” he asked from above you. “You know what happens to brats, don’t you.”

You picked at your fingernails while pretending not to notice Ashton talking to you. He bent down so that his hands rested on each of his knees, bringing himself down to emphasise his words. However you continued to ignore him and hum away.

“Baby girl?”

“Yes?” you answered innocently.

 “Are you going to apologise?”

“For what?”

“For being a brat.”

You pretended to think long and hard about that one while the sliver of a smirk crept onto Ashton’s face, both assuming what you were going to say and where things would lead. 

“You know what, I’m sorry for being a brat.”

“What?” Ashton was taken aback by your words, fully expecting you to not give into the apology. You had completely taken him by surprise. 

“NOT!” There it was.

“Alright, you asked for it!” Ashton came the rest of the way to the floor to straddle your body just above your hips. Quickly his hands, coupled with yours, were flush against the carpet. You felt the pressure in your wrists but knew that he was being playful and wouldn’t ever do anything that would hurt you in anyway. 

“Not to sound cliche babe,” he began, “but there’s an easy way and a hard way. I’m not going to tell you what either consist of but I would recommend you take the easy way and just apologise,” he told you, smirking as he spoke. 

“You don’t scare me, you’re all talk.” you told him whilst remaining in place, cool as could be. 

“That so?”

“Mhm, you’re just a big soft cinnamon roll.”

“That’s it.” One of his large hands moved to clasp both of your wrists together while the other danced over your torso, transferring enough pressure from his fingertips to your skin to elicit audible squeals and giggles from you. His fingers followed a pattern, never remaining in the same spot for more than a few seconds at a time. Ribs, neck, underarms, back of the knees and back to your ribs. 

Ashton blew a playful raspberry into your neck as you withered under his body gleefully. 

“Ash! Stop! Please!” you squealed, “You’re going to make me pee myself!” 

The hand that had previously been attacking you lifted from the “tickle zones” and came to rest on you. His palm lay flat against the middle of your ribs, fingers outstretched, feeling the waves of your chest with every heavy breath that you tried to catch. 

“Are you ready to apologize?” 

“Yes.” you panted.

“Okay, well why don’t you catch your breath and I’ll wait for it.” Ashton hummed. 

A few moments passed in order for you to calm your breathing and heart rate as Ashton looked on at you in a playful admiration. 

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He was not going to let you get off easily this time.

You giggled. “I’m sorry that your sweaters are better than mine and that you can’t keep your hands off of me!”

“Oh you devil!” Ashton exclaimed giggling. His fingers returned to their last mission as you squirmed from your spot on the bedroom floor. 

“Ahhh,” you thrashed against him as his hand traveled to the sensitive area on base of your back. “Ashton the tickles!”

“That’s kind of the point, babe.” he counters. “This is your punishment.” 

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open and three wide-eyed bandmates entered the scene. 

“Sure, just come right in why don’t ya. Don’t worry about calling ahead of time.” Ashton remarked sarcastically. His fingers ceased their attack on you as Calum, Luke, and Michael sighed in relief, now realizing that both you and Ashton were okay-just goofing around.

“Sorry mate, heard the screaming.” Luke said. 

“Thought you two were having sex.” Michael winked in attempt to clear up Luke’s sentence in his own dirty way. 

“You guys thought we were having sex so you all decided to barge in!?” you demanded from the floor. Calum hit Michael in the arm as you starred on. Luke only laughed and face palmed.

“No! That’s not true. Just checking to make sure that nothing was wrong,” Calum added, “For either of you.”

“We’re okay here.” Ashton said while lifting his hands from your body as if to prove a point. 

“Oh you guys look like you are more than okay.” Michael said slyly referencing Ashton’s position on top of you. 

“You know what,” Ashton stood up, “How ‘bout I walk you guys out. Seems like you’ve seen enough for a bunch of un-married wankers.”

Luke laughed again. You quickly stood up and followed Ashton and the men out of the room and into the large kitchen. Your boyfriend tried to encourage them out of the house but instead they all veered towards the fridge and each grabbed a cold beer. 

Luke reached into the top drawer beside the sink for the bottle opener while Calum handed Ashton his own bottle. 

Michael stood beside you grinning like a ten year old peeking in on the teenage neighbour girls getting changed. He opened his mouth to say something to you but you cut him off before he could even get a word out. 

“Don’t,” you warned.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say whatever crass thing you were about to say.”

Michael laughed. “Wasn’t going to actually say it.” Then he muttered: “Not to you anyways.”

Luke walked up to you and bumped your hip. “You good?”

“Yes Luke,” you laughed. “Just having some fun, promise.”

“Alright,” he slyly winked at you as he left and started walking towards the couch in the living room prompting the rest of the men to follow. 

Calum and Michael each took up their own seat while Ashton and Luke took up the couch. You went to take the middle seat between them but as you sank into the furniture, Ashton’s free hand snuck around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He offered you a sip from the neck of the bottle but you declined. 

Soon the room fell into a comfortable conversation about this and that. You leaned back into Ashton’s chest enjoying the vibrations you felt transfer from his body to your own when he spoke. After a few minutes Luke leaned forward to place his bottle onto the coffee table holding eye contact with you as he did so. He pulled out his phone and gestured to it as he typed out something. Almost instantly you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Ashton took no notice as you pulled it out to read the message that was presumably from Luke. 

 Wanna get revenge on Ash?

 You looked up at Luke. His face was turned away, chatting with Michael who sat across from him. 

 You gonna tickle him or something?

 His phone lit up in his hand. You saw him read the message and nod quickly to you then go back to his conversation with Michael. Meanwhile, his fingers tapped out a message without even looking at the keyboard. 

 Distract him for two seconds.

 “Hey Ash,” his gaze followed your voice giving you his attention. “What do you think about peaches?” The question came out rushed and broken. What more could you do? You had less than enough time to come up with an appropriate topic to distract him.

“Peaches?” he asked.

“Yeah, like the colour.”

Ashton’s eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated what you were asking ever so randomly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Luke make a few wiggle-y hand gestures to Calum and Michael and then point to Ashton. It took a few tries but eventually they understood what Luke was trying to tell them without the knowledge of Ashton. 

“I think it looks nice on a sunset, why?”

“Umm, just thinking about a paint colour for the bathroom.” you lied. 

“Hun we just re-did the bathroom not that long ago.” Ashton commented.

“Just a thought.” you jumped up before he could ask anymore questions. “I’m going to go get some chips, any request?” you asked.

“The weirdest flavour you’ve got.” Michael said loudly.

“Michael you can have your own bowl you disgusting chip-eater.” you told him jokingly. 

“Hey!” he shouted back but with nothing else to add.

You ran for the cupboard that held the bags of potato chips and dumped the nearest bag into a large bowl and scampered back into the living room. You set the bowl onto the coffee table and looked over at Luke. Luke gave each Calum and Michael a signalling nod. 

“I thought you were going to get Michael his own bowl-”

“NOW!” Luke shouted. All three of your guest threw their beer bottles onto the table and pounced onto Ashton at once. Calum forced Ashton’s bottle out of his hands while Luke and Michael each grabbed onto one of his arms, pinning them to the tops of the couch. 

“Y/N, now!” Calum yelled as he worked on holding Ashton’s knees still for you. 

“What are you guys-”

Ashton cut his own question off with a giggle as you jumped onto his lap placing both of your knees on either side of him while your fingers pushed the front of his shirt over his head in order to tickle his torso in return. 

Ashton was proving to be much more difficult to hold down as his body jerked and wiggled against the couch. Both Luke and Michael were straining hard to keep their assigned arms while Calum was trying his hardest to not get struck in the face by one of Ashton’s bouncing knees. Not a single person in the room could contain their laughter as you worked your fingers into various places on Ashton’s body. 

The fabric of his shirt muffled most of his words but his laughter was quite clear. 

“How do you like them apples, Irwin? Hmm? Hmmmmm?” you demanded as you relentlessly kept on. 

“Yeah, not so tough now are ya?” added Michael who, unfortunately, lost is grip on Ashton’s left arm causing him to fall to the floor. Now with one arm free, Ashton lunged himself onto Luke, taking them down to the floor. They fell half beside and half atop of Calum, who was lying on his back due to a swift knee to the chin. Within seconds all four men had fallen to the ground and were giggling like teenagers again, all without the aid of an exceptional amount of alcohol. 

“You guys are assholes.” Ashton laughed.

“We prefer the term vigilantes actually.” Luke argued back.

Click. “The giggliest looking vigilantes I’ve ever seen.” You told them as you put your phone back in your pocket after taking a quick snap of their arrangement on the floor. 

Ashton quickly sat up and pulled your body onto his. “You know I don’t think I actually got that apology from earlier.” he growled. His fingers dug into your sides, threatening to continue their earlier mission.

“How ‘bout a picture instead?” You held your phone screen up to his face to show him the scene. He looked around at Luke, Calum, and Michael who were still lying in the positions that they fell into. Everyone was grinning wildly from ear to ear, arms and legs tangled in a ball of Australian giggles. 

“I guess you’re forgiven.” He gave your cheek a peck then stood up and threw your body onto the couch. “You boys staying for dinner? The brat’s cooking tonight.”

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