𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

'Valentine' by 5sos (Ashton Irwin Smut) (The Youngblood Series)

After we found a lame excuse for why we were late, we left the hotel and headed to the club I suggested. Soon enough, everyone is drinking and dancing, relaxing after a long time. I am trying to stay away from Ashton, but after a couple of drinks, it is getting harder and harder.
I move my hips to the rhythm, maintaining eye contact with Ashton, who sips his soda as he scans my body.
I decide to tease him just a little bit start dancing with Calum, who looks at me a little weird.
"Are you ok?" He asks me and I nod.
"Yeah, I just love that song." I reply and he nods, moving to the rhythm. My eyes are glued on Ashton, who clenches his jaw for the whole time I am dancing with Calum.

An hour or so after, the guys have scattered around, chatting with people and dancing along with the music. Of course, Ashton had to get payback, so he opted for a girl nearby, buying her a drink and grinding on her; I guess I deserved that, but that doesn't make my blood boil any less. He catches the irritation on my face and that makes that stupid smirk spread on his face.
A minute after, he is next to me, drink in hand, and cockiness written all over his face.
"What happened, princess?" He asks me, leaning onto me to whisper in my ear.
"Nothing." I state simply; I hate myself for falling in the stereotype, but honestly, I don't want to talk to him right now.
"Oh, come on princess. I know that someone got a little bit jealous." He says and twirls a strand of my hair with his finger.
"I don't know what you are talking about." I say and turn away from him, grabbing my glass to get myself another drink.
"(Y/N), just admit it..." He sings and I hold myself back not to slap him.
"Leave me alone." I say and walk away from him, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves. Given half the chance, I would bust his head open to get some sense inside it.

When I get back to our table, Ashton is waiting there, scrolling through his phone.
"What happened, pretty boy? Where is that little girlfriend of yours?" I ask, catching his attention.
"Actually, my girlfriend is being such a bitch right now, even though all I did was give her a taste of her own medicine." He replies and I gasp.
"I am not your girlfriend." I protest and he groans in frustration.
"If you keep doing that, you obviously won't be." He almost screams.
"Fine." I reply.
"Fine." He says and gulps down his drink.

Once back in our hotel suite, all we do is stare threateningly at each other. The guys give us confusing looks, whispering about what might have happened between us again.
"Can you stop fucking looking at me?" I snap, making Michael huff in annoyance.
"When you stop staring at me, sure." He replies and I groan.
"Guys..." Luke tries to reason us.
"What the fuck do you want from me?" I ask, my blood boiling.
"What the fuck do you want from me? I am lovey-dovey with you, you are complaining. I am mean to you, you are complaining. I give you a taste of your medicine, you hate me. What do you want from me?" He asks and I burst into tears.
"I want a fucking normal relationship with you. This shit is problematic." I scream, feeling my face turn red.

I only realize what I said when I take a look at the guys; Calum's jaw grazes the floor, Michael stares in confusion, and Luke switches stares between me and Ashton.
"Shit." I mumble under my breath, looking for a way to leave the room.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ashton asks me, moving closer to me.
"Anyone mind explaining to us what is going on?" Luke asks, but neither of us is paying attention to anyone else but each other.
"I knew your intentions from Day 1... I didn't want to lose what we had." I admit as the back of his hand grazes my cheek.
"What am I going to do with you?" He sighs and I shrug.
"Probably break up with me, not talk to me ever again..." I say, pouting.
"No princess. I am going to punish you for not speaking your feelings." He says and cups my chin.
"I was scared." I protest and he smirks.
"I guess we were both..."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Oh, come on guys, you can't be that stupid." Luke groans, making us realize that we are in front of other people as well.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere privately." Ashton suggests and I nod.

Once in his room, he locks the door as I sit on the bed.
"You know, I am in love with you..." He says, still with his back to me.
"You are?" I ask, fiddling with my fingers.
"I really am." He replies, however not daring to look at me.
"Good, cause I am too. And it is scary, and it is scary as fuck, but I want to shoot at it. Because it's you." I say, standing up and walking to him.
"What if I screw this up? I don't know how to do this whole normal thing..." He says, turning to face me.
"Then we will screw this up together. I don't know what to do either." I reply and he chuckles.
"Look at the kitten being the mature one in this relationship." He comments before he grabs me and pins me to the wall, crashing our lips.
"You are mine." He groans against my lips, biting hard on the bottom one.
"I am yours." I agree, trying to get back to kissing him. He responds, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I grip on his t-shirt, pulling it to get him closer to me.
His hands travel under my dress, directly going for my underwear. He doesn't bother pulling it down; he pushes it to the side and rubs a finger along my slit.
"If I knew that fighting for real turns you on so much, I would have argued with you every day." He comments, smiling at me.
"Am I really that wet?" I ask him, earning a chuckle.
"Here." He says and sticks his fingers in my mouth. I suck on them, looking at him through my eyelashes, and watching him gaze at me in amazement.
"Fuck, I always forget how good you are at sucking..." He growls as I take his fingers deeper.

"Bed or wall, princess?" He asks me after I pop my fingers out of my mouth.
"Wherever you want, daddy. I need you..." I say and look at him with doll eyes.
He doesn't reply; he just gets on his knees in front of me, lowering my dress as he goes. Leaving me only in my powder pink panties, he looks up at me as he spreads my legs.
"Princess looks good in pink." He states, yanking my panties down with his teeth.
"You like it, daddy?" I ask and he nods. He kisses below my navel and moves downwards, stopping just before my clit.
"I love it... Ready for me, princess?" He asks before he pecks on my clit, causing me to melt.
"As always." I reply and try not to cum right there and then.
"Good." He says and stands up.

He turns me around, gluing my chest on the wall. I hear him unzip his jeans as one slap is delivered on my ass, making me wince, but getting me wetter.
He thrusts inside me, making my chest hit on the wall.
"Fuck." I scream, throwing my ass backward.
"You like that, little slut?" He asks, making me roll my eyes.
"I love that, daddy." I scream; It is weird that it is the first time of all we've fucked that I am able to scream, without worrying about the others finding out.
"I love your voice when I fuck you, princess." He whispers in my ear, making my pussy pulse. He is pounding in me, hitting my spot every time; there is no time to take it slow, we want release and we want it now. The tension between us has been thick for hours, we can't hold back.
My ass claps against his skin, making a perfect sound, adding to our moans and groans.
I claw on the wall as he pounds in me, his hand squeezing my boob.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He groans, thrusting harder. His grip tightens and I almost lose it, my head falling back and resting on his shoulder.
"A little more... a little more..." I chant as he sucks a hickey on my neck.
Ashton curses through groans and growls, trying to hold himself back.

I collapse on the wall, screaming through my ecstasy as my legs quiver. Ashton pulls out and starts humping my ass, soon releasing too. I pant and shake as Ashton hisses and groans.
"So fucking beautiful." He comments through a hitched breath.
"That was so good, baby." I say, turning my head to look at him.
"I know." He agrees and plants a kiss on my temple.
"Let me clean you up, princess." He says and moves to grab wet napkins from the bedside table.
"What are we going to tell the guys in the morning?" I ask and watch him shrug.
"The truth. They are big boys, they will understand." He says and starts wiping his cum from my back.
"What about the fans?" I ask again.
"For now, let's keep it a secret from them. Once the tour ends, we will see." He says and turns me around, bringing me closer to him. I nod and he smiles, leaning in for a kiss.