Summary: (Y/N) and Ashton pretend to hate each other to conceal the fact they are sneaking around behind everyone's back. Until jealousy takes the best of them.
Based on Sexual Prompt: #60 "I will ride you until I break you. You are mine and mine alone." (Smut / Unprotected Sex)
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(Request: rypie200) (Words: 2.5k)
(Part of Ashton's Youngblood Series, but not connected with the other 3 parts.)
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"Well, look who finally came for breakfast... What, was your comforter a bit too heavy?" Ashton mocks me, earning a punch on the shoulder from Luke and a middle finger from me.
"I am sorry, I forgot I had to ask you when you would like me to wake up, Master Irwin. It will be the last time. I humbly request your forgiveness. Now fuck off." I say, taking my seat next to Michael.
"Here we go again." Luke mumbles as Ashton clenches his jaw and slams his mug on the table.
"Guys, really you have to start getting along. We can't have this whole tour with you 2 fighting like cat and dog." Calum comments, passing me a mug of coffee.
"He started it." I state and sip on my beverage.
"It's true." Michael says and turns to Ashton.
"Oh come on. She was late..." He says and points at me.
"I feel that this conversation will lead to nothing. Plus, it's like having 2 4-year olds fighting. Just be adults and put up with each other." Calum states and gets up from the table, heading to the couch.
"It's... whatever... As long as he stops being a bitch, I will not push it further." I say and grab a biscuit.
"I am a bitch?" Ashton asks, glaring at me. I roll my eyes and get up, joining Calum on the couch.
"So, what are we going to do tonight?" I ask the guys, earning shrugs from everyone. I huff and grab my phone, searching for bars near our hotel in Stockholm.
I fix my dress which has risen further up my thigh from sitting on the couch while waiting for the guys to get ready, getting up to prep for their shoot.
"Guys, I need to take some pictures of your looks." I shout, picking up my camera.
"Do we really need to?" Michael groans, making me turn to look at him.
"First thing first, you need pictures for your accounts. And second, that's what you pay me for." I say and shrug.
"Luke first." Michael says and points to Luke, who is already fixing his jacket.
"Be my guest." I say and point to the white wall which I've chosen for the background.
Luke poses for me, almost naturally. I take a few shots before I motion for Calum to come up, giving Michael some extra time.
"How do you want me?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows. I chuckle and roll my eyes before I bring the camera to my eye level.
"Lean on the wall, thumbs on your belt loops. Pout a bit, girls love your lips." I say and he follows my orders. Again, I take a few shots, trying different angles.
"Thank you. Michael, you are up." I call him and he moves in front of the wall, posing for me.
"See, you are a natural..." I say as he changes his poses.
"Of course." He replies and I smile at him.
"Sit a bit straighter... A couple more clicks and we are done." I say and Michael smiles.
"Can someone call Malibu Ken?" I ask, referring to Ashton.
"Seriously, don't start again." Michael pleads and I shrug.
"I can't promise anything..." I reply, checking the photos I took.
"We are going to wait in the lobby." Calum says as Ashton stands in front of the camera.
"Wish I could join you..." I mumble, looking at Ashton.
The guys exit quietly, leaving me and Ashton alone.
"How long do we have to pretend that we hate each other?" Ashton asks me as I snap the first shot.
"Who told you that I am pretending?" I ask, teasing him.
"Your nails on my back, last night... When I fucked that pretty little pussy of yours." He smirks at me, giving me the perfect picture.
"And who told you that I wasn't pretending last night?" I push him a little more, making him smirk and lick his lips.
"Maybe the fact that you've been sneaking in my room throughout this tour." He says as I take the last picture.
"Busted." I say, leaving the camera on the table and approaching him. He spins me and pins me on the wall, pressing his body on mine.
"You look hot in that dress." He whispers, nuzzling his nose on my neck.
"I wore it for you." I admit and he smirks, kissing my sweet spot.
"And I really appreciate that, princess." He says and I chuckle. His hand travels up my thigh, grazing the soft skin with his fingers.
"We don't have much time." I inform him, breathing heavily; all this play-pretend between us makes the heat between my legs rise.
"I know. And don't fool yourself, princess, I won't be satisfied with a quickie. I will ride you until I break you. You are mine and mine alone. " He growls before he crashes his lips on mine.
"Is someone a bit jealous?" I ask, parting from his lips.
"Of course I am. Do you think I didn't see you cuddling with Calum?" He asks, moving his lips down my chest.
"It was innocent, Ashton... We were just watching a movie." I protest but melt as he bites on my collarbone.
"You are not allowed to cuddle with anyone but me." He barks, gripping hard on my jaw.
"Supposedly, we hate each other's guts. I couldn't just come and cuddle you." I say and watch his features turn harsher.
"Then don't cuddle anyone." He says and I smirk.
"I love it when you get jealous." I comment and peck on his bottom lip.
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.