patient or past?

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warning: smut

you giggled holding his face while his hands ran down your black lacey lingerie

ashton-mmm this feels amazing
he whispered refering to your lingerie. he began to kiss his way down your body causing you to moan a little

you pushed his wet body onto the bed climbing onto his chest

you-i said i wanna show you how sorry i am, i did it out of anger you were flirting with that girl, infront of my face too

ashton whimpered as your lips trailed down his body

ashton-i know im sorry, im so fucking sorry

your lips got to his dick as you kitty licked it he threw his head back grabbing your hair in a fist

you-you can do whatever you want to me, tell me what to do. this is my sorry to you, yeah?

ashton-let me cum in ur mouth
he panted taking your hair into his hands as you began to suck on hid hard cock

ashton-this mirror is fucking heaven
he chuckled glancing up to it staring at you through it.

your tounge played games on his dick and seconds later he moaned out shooting into your mouth

ashton-mmm good girl
he whispered as yoh lifted your head swallowing his liquids

you slid onto his dick rubbing your lingerie off him

you-what next?
you asked watching his hands push your underwear aside

ashton-bounce
he demanded and you did so.

you slid his dick into your wet folds bouncing him in and out of you moaning loudly

your head fell back, ours closed tightly as he gasped in shock while moaning lightly

your head fell back down as you fell down on all fours kissing his lips still moving against him

you pulled back both smirking at eachother as he chuckled

ashton-i wanna say sorry too
he breathe out pushing you down onto the bed thrusting into you

you-oh ash
you moaned grabbing his shoulders watching him from the mirror and god it was sexy.

fucking hell

his toned back and that one tattoo running up his spine. so fucking hot

you helplessly moaned out into his ear looking from the mirror to him

ashton-i was lost in the convosation that i didnt run after you, i should of ran after you
he whispered as your lips melting into his

you-shut up about our mistakes, i forgive you. i fucking forgive you
you breathed out digging your head into his neck

ashton-i forgive you too
he whispered gripping your hips and at the same time you two hit your high, exploding in eachother

you-mm
you hummed pushing him back to the bed he chuckled

ashton-i wasn't done

you-i dont care that's enough for me
you heavily breathed feeling dizzy

your head lay against him spinning like crazy

you-my head
you whispered pressing your hand onto it

ashton-whats wrong? you alright

you-no my head spinning like crazy. you fucked my brain

he chuckled running his hands into your hair to massage your head

you-no dont it's not helping
you whispered stumbling into the bathroom

you stood infront of the sink holding it tightly looking into the mirror

wtf is wrong with me?

you immediately began to throw up into the sink

the fucking food. we didn't cook it right or something

you brushed your hair back washing your face and the sick again

ashton brought a shirt in for you

ashton-what happened you okay now baby?

you-no, do you have paracetamol or something?

he passed you the big shirt that was clearly his adding a nod

ashton-yeah i'll grab you some

seconds later he returned with water + the pills and you were quick to take them.

you took a deep breathe now stood in his shirt

he slid his hands around your waist hugging you from behind

ashton-hey your fine im here
he smiled against your neck looking at you in the mirror

you-i threw up and my head is just going crazy it must have been the food i definitely cooked something wrong

he chuckled
ashton-nothing that water and sleep cant fix yeah?

you-i have work tommorow so ive really gotta sleep at my own house

ashton-i know and if you need me im next door you know that

you-hm, thank you for your shirt hunny

he smiled
ashton-better on you

you turned around giving him a hug soon enough falling asleep against your own bed sheets.

you woke up the next morning violently throwing up with the same headache

i hate food poisoning.

your head hit the counter your eyes pretty much in tears.

you hated being sick, you being sick meant you couldn't go to work or help your patients.

you fell back against your bed calling in to explain why you wouldn't be in and after that you called ashton

his voice makes everything better.

sorry if there are any spelling mistakes