OMFG THE GIF ON THE TOP/SIDE THAT I FOUND LOOKS JUST LIKE LASHTON IM CRYING
Some people can't see the gif for some reason also, so im going to post the link to the tumblr and you'll just have to view it that way because you seriously have to see this gif.
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qotc; who do you think tops in lashton? Like, I feel like it's Luke because he's always so quiet and shy. I feel like he's a monster in bed.
Anyways, story timeeee
I took a sip of my drink, watching as Ashton talked to Justin, one of my closest friends here in Texas. We had met at an arcade room and we versed in a game of air hockey. I ended up winning by a long shot and we kind of just became friends.
Chloe was sat next to me as we were both talking to her friend Jess. She was telling Chloe about her vacation to London and I was curious as to how it is there, so I would chime in and ask random questions.
I had always wanted to go to London. It seems like such a nice place to go to, even if it was just for the day or something.
It was already eleven thirty and people were wasted and dancing like idiots around the living room to some pop song.
I hadn't even talked or been near Ashton since the party started because so many people were coming up to me since I haven't been here in a year and a bunch of girls were trying to get Ashton's attention. I would say I was jealous, but I wasn't. He was my boyfriend now and I had nothing to worry about. Right? He seemed to be hitting it off well with Justin, which was a good thing.
"Hey, cutie, wanna dance?" I smiled at the familiar voice and looked to see Ashton standing behind me.
"I don't dance." I chuckle, tuning my whole body to face him.
"I know you can." He says.
"Not a chance." I shake my head and finish the rest of my drink.
"How many drinks have you had?" He raises an eyebrow at me and I smile, holding up four fingers.
"You're cut off." He says, taking the empty red solo cup from me. He placed it on the counter and turned back to me with a smile. "So, Justin's pretty cool."
"No duh." I smile. "I'm only friends with cool people."
"So does that make me cool?" He smirks and I roll my eyes at him.
"I guess."
"You guess?"
"Yep." I pop the p and lean into Ashton for support because I felt like I was going to fall over.
"Come on," Ashton says, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Why don't we go lay down for a bit, okay?"
I hiccup and a giggle falls from my lips. "Yeah." He leads me down the hall and into my room, helping me get on the bed and lay down. "Can you stay with me?"
"I would, but I don't want to leave everyone else out there without supervision." He says.
I never thought I would see the day where Ashton Irwin is taking charge of a party. He's usually the one getting wasted.
"Fine." I lick my dry lips and bury my face in my pillow, feeling very sleepy all of a sudden.
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I woke up to a quiet house and an empty spot in next to me. I looked around for my phone and found it still in my jeans pocket. Sleeping in skinny jeans is no comfortable at all. The time said it was fifteen minutes until two in the morning and I jumped off the bed, making my way down the hall and into the living room. It was spotless and there wasn't even a scent of alcohol; it was a febreeze scent. I made my way into the lit kitchen and smile at the sight of Ashton doing the dishes.
"Ash?" My voice cracks because my throat is so dry.
He jumps a bit, startled by my presence. "Hey, baby. How did you sleep?"
"Good." I yawn, resting my head on his shoulder as he finishes up the dishes. "When did everyone leave?"
"Everyone left around one." He answers. "Chloe just left a little while ago because she was nice enough to help me clean."
I chuckle, "that's just like Chloe. She's a neat freak."
"There's nothing wrong with that." He shrugs, turning to me with wet hands. I reach behind him and grab a rag, handing it to him. He kisses me once before beginning to put the dishes away. I help him finish that before grabbing a drink of water to help my throat.
We turn off all the lights and head into the bedroom, both of us changing into sweatpants and a tee shirt. My back was pressed to Ashton's chest as we cuddled under the warm comforter.
[A/N: I RECOMMEND YOU TO LISTEN TO 'WE CAN MAKE LOVE' BY 'SOMO' WHILE READING THIS NEXT SECTION BYE]
Ashton plants small kisses on my neck and covered shoulders while his right hand rested low on my hip. I slowly turn around so that I'm facing him and gently press my lips to his. He grabs both my hips and pulled me so we're chest to chest without breaking the kiss. His fingers slowly slide up my arm and he begins to tangle the back of my hair in his fingers as the kiss deepens.
This wasn't like any of the other kisses we had shared. This was a kiss that showed that I actually meant something to him.
He nudged my shoulder so I laid on my back and he hovered over me, our lips moving in a faster sync. He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and we broke away from our kiss for a while fifteen seconds so we both could get our shirts off. His lips reattached to mine quickly and he gently ground his package against my own, earning a moan from me. We kissed for a bit longer before he discarded our sweatpants, remaining in just boxers. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he thrusts a bit more, his tongue battling with my own.
"Luke," Ashton moans against my lips. I simply nod, knowing what he wants.
This was it.
The moment.
He slowly pulls away and meets my gaze before reaching over in the nightstand next to the bed, retrieving the bottle of lube. He slips his boxers off and does the same with mine before he begins kissing from my neck down to my v line. He left hickeys in random spots and he looks up at me for permission before wrapping his lips around the head of my cock. I choke back a moan, my hands flying to his curly blonde hair. His tongue swirls around my head twice before he takes me in his mouth.
"Oh god, Ashton." I moan, tugging harder on his hair. He pulls away and bringing his lips back to mine, kissing me roughly before he nips at my neck.
"Turn over." He breathes out as he opens the bottle of lube. I do as told, rolling over to my head was buried in the pillows. "Okay." He gently pushed a finger in and I bit down on my lip as he slowly moved it in and out. After three fingers I was stretched enough and Ashton's breathing is heavily as he positions himself at my entrance. "Are you okay, Luke?" He asks and I simply respond with a nod before he slowly goes inside of me. His thrusts start out slow and get faster over time and I couldn't help but moan. He continues to thrust as he brings his lips to my shoulder, kissing it lightly. "Fuck, Luke." He moans, tugging at the back of my hair. The bed frame was making an obnoxious squeaking noise as he thrusted, but I our moans drowned the noise out. "I'm close." He moans after a few more thrust and I nod my head, giving him permission. After a few minutes he goes and pulls out, telling me to roll back over on my back.
I do as told and he kisses me roughly before grabbing the bottle of lube again. "What are you doing?" I ask and he only glances at me before put lube on my own dick. "Ash," I begin to speak, but he slides down on my length and he lets out a moan as he begins riding me.
"Luke," He moans, bringing his lips back to mine. "Thrust your hips." He instructs and I hesitate to do so. When I finally do Ashton's moans get louder and he bites down on my lip before sucking on it harshly. When I finally reach my climax he crawls off of me and lays down on the bed, bringing his lips back to mine so we could kiss a little more.
"Wow," I breathe out, shocked at how quickly that escalated. "I didn't even stretch you out, how—"
"I stretched myself out earlier. I was kinda hoping this would happen." Ashton brushes my hair from my sweaty forehead and smirks. "Looks like we both need a shower, yeah?"
"Only if you're showering with me." I lick my lips and he nods.
"Oh yeah, most definitely."
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SORRY GUYS MY SMUT WRITING SKILLS ARE AWFUL BUT AYE ITS SMUT SO BYE
june 2016
sucked at smut then, still suck at smut now