Summary: Cheirophilia: sexual attraction to a specific area such as the fingers, palm, or the attraction to a specific action performed by the hands.
Ashton hurts his arm and is pend up about it. Which causes some issues with (Y/N). (Smut/ Fingering) (Warning: Ashton is kind of an asshole)
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"Where is he?" I ask, rushing into the hospital waiting room. Calum stands up, walking to hug me and calm me down.
"He is fine. They have him inside to scan his arm and hand for fractures. He seemed ok though..." He explains, pulling me to sit on one of the chairs.
"Yeah, he seemed ok..." I mumble sarcastically, rolling my eyes as I rest back.
"I promise to you, (Y/N), he was alright. It's probably just a sprained wrist." Calum sighs, rubbing his temples.
"How did it happen?" I ask, trying to relax back on the chair.
"We were playing ball and he fucking slipped and started groaning. So I brought him over. He was fine, though, just hurting."
"Calum, no offense but, 'He was fine, just hurting' is not only contradictory but also has to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard someone, anyone saying." I reply bitterly, folding my arms in front of my chest.
"You are turning into a little bit of a bitch when you are worried." He comments and I huff annoyed.
"Oh, were your feelings bruised? So sorry. It's a good thing we are in the hospital and they can take care of them, too." I say snarly, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"God, why did I ever hook you up with my best friend?" He giggles, earning a pinch on his shoulder.
"I am sorry. I am just very worried..."
"I know, hon. I would be mad if you weren't worried and bitchy." He replies, looking at me sympathetically.
"You are never, ever, ever again playing ball or I swear to God I will not give you a blowie ever again." I rush to Ashton as he walks into the waiting room. I hug him close, not letting him go anywhere for a few moments.
"Damn it, baby. I didn't die, I am right here, standing well. You don't have to worry, baby." He assures me, pecking the top of my head.
"No. I got fucking scared you moron. You get a call one morning and they tell you that the love of your life got hurt and is at the hospital. Would you not be scared?" I ask, resting my head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat.
"I would be shitless scared of losing you." He admits.
"What did the doctor say, mate?" Calum asks after he gives us some time for ourselves.
"I fractured my fingers and there is a small crack on my wrist. I have to wear a cast for at least a month." He replies, holding up his hand which is in a cast now.
"No... That is fucking bad..." Calum gasps, covering his mouth with his hand.
"I know. I am sorry." Ashton sighs, devastated.
"What? Why are you reacting like that?" I ask, confused at how heavy they are taking this.
"I will have to sit out of some practices for the tour..." He explains, sighing disappointed.
"You will still have time before the tour, even after taking off the cast." I try to comfort him, patting his back softly.
"Yeah, bud... We will be fine." Calum joins in, smiling at Ashton softly.
"Plus, I will take such good care of you, that your hand is going to heal even faster." I wink at him, taking his hand in mine.
"I suppose that this is not that bad." He replies, smirking at me.
"You guys are so fucking gross." Calum groans at us, joining us as we walk towards the elevators. "What are you, 5? Only 5-year-olds are grossed out by the mention of sex..." Ashton comments, throwing his arm around my shoulders.
"He is only jealous because he is single as fuck and you are the one getting laid every night." I giggle, putting my hand in the back pocket of his sweatpants.
"Hey, I am getting laid too." Calum protests, making us both laugh.
"Your hand doesn't count, Cal." Ashton mocks him.
"Well, at least I still have a hand." Calum snaps.
"Well, Ashton doesn't need one." I wink at Ashton, moving ahead to call the elevator.
"Do you need help with that?" I ask Ashton, watching him as he struggles to eat his meal.
"No. I can do it." He states, struggling to cut the steak.
"Let me help, baby..." I insist, trying to pull his plate from him. He pulls it away, looking at me angrily.
"(Y/N), I can do things by my fucking self. Ok? There is no need to be my babysitter." He snaps at me, hitting his hand on the table. I gasp and twitch back, looking at him in utter surprise; he has never done that before, he was always the calmest, softest he could be around me. My chest rises and falls, and I catch myself feeling scared, stomach tightened and hands trembling.
I pull my chair back and get up from the table, picking up my plate and throwing it into the kitchen sink, before I rush to our bedroom.
"Oh, come on... Don't be such a baby." I hear Ashton says as I leave, but decide to bite my tongue and not ignite the fire.
"Baby..." I hear Ashton whisper from the door of our bedroom. I pretend I am asleep, not in a mood to have a fight tonight. I hear him sigh and move inside, walking on his side of the bed. I feel the bed shift as he sits down and strokes my hair.
"I know you are not asleep, baby. I am sorry for being an asshole before, you don't deserve it. I love you, princess. And I am so sorry I made you feel unsafe." He whispers, leaning down to press a kiss on my forehead before he picks up his pillow and gets up from the bed. I stay frozen, unreactive to his apology while he walks out. My heart aches for how sad he sounded, but he was truly an asshole to me.
For 10 minutes, I sit on the bed, knees to my chest as I try to think of how to approach him after this, make him soften, and show him that I want to put this behind us.
So, I get up from the bed, pull my hair in a bun, and slip into one of his oversized band tees and nothing else but my panties before I tiptoe to the living room, finding Ashton with his pillow propped against the couch's arm.
"Hi, there." I whisper, moving to sit on the edge of the couch. He averts his gaze from the screen, humming satisfied as he sees my soft expression.
"Hi. Thought you were asleep." He teases me, making me smile at him and punch his shoulder softly.
"Can't sleep without you, you know that." I reply and he hums.
"One of the disadvantages of being in love with me." He strokes his thumb over my thigh. I chuckle and move to straddle his lap, biting my lip as I smile down at him.
"Wanna come back to our bed? Please? I need you." I pout and he smirks.
"For?" He asks, placing his palm on my leg.
"For cuddles... After you pound me down on the mattress and rearrange my guts." I wiggle my hips down on his length, watching him as he closes his eyes.
"I will do all that?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"You don't want to?" I ask, cradling his face in my hands.
"More than anything. I wanna feel all of you." He replies, looking at me with his eyes all sparkly.
"Then, let's get to bed." I stand up, extending my hand for him to take it. He takes it, following right behind me as I lead us to the bedroom.
"I haven't had sex since the night before the accident." I realize, frowning a little at Ashton who chuckles.
"What a coincidence, me neither." He replies, making me roll my eyes at him.
"Yeah, we would be having an issue if you had." I pull him in for a kiss, bunching his t-shirt in my hand. He responds by cornering me up against the door of our bedroom, pressing his hips on mine. I feel his bulging member against my stomach, causing me to start clenching around nothing, while my thighs stay pressed together.
His hand goes down my body, stopping on my hip, under the t-shirt. His fingers tangle in my panties, raising goosebumps to my skin.
"You are going to drive me insane... Fucking insane." He whispers under his breath before he crashes his lips on mine. I lean my head back on the wall, wrapping my leg around his waist.
"That's my fucking plan." I reply in between kisses.
"Oh yeah? Well, we will have to see about that..." He replies, slipping his hand inside my panties. He uses his middle and ring finger to apply pressure to my clit and rub it back and forth, testing me to see how much I want him.
"Look at that, princess. Your clit is throbbing..." He whispers, leaning closer to bite my earlobe.
I grab his wrist and press my core more on his hand, guiding his hand where I want it.
"Please... I need your fingers... Please..." I plead for him, causing him to chuckle loudly.
"Alright then..." He says as he slips his fingers inside me.
Usually, I would have been already melting under his touch, but the sensation is weird, almost out of rhythm.
He must have sensed that too since he is groaning and trying to find an angle to thrust his fingers better.
"Give me a second, love. I will make you feel good, I promise." He struggles to find the right way, hit the right spot, and get me begging for more.
The poor guy tries to fingerbang me, but without his dominant hand, it barely feels like he is touching me. I can see the disappointment in his eyes, the frustration and agony as he looks for a reaction in me.
I sigh, contemplating just faking it for his sake, but he knows my body and reactions, so he would see that something is wrong.
"Babe... I don't think this is going somewhere. Let's skip to the main course..." I suggest, looking in his eyes. He looks totally disappointed, confused by the fact he couldn't please me.
"No... No... I can do it... Just give me a few more minutes." He pleads. I grab his hand and push it away, fixing my panties.
"It doesn't feel right baby... Let's get to the real thing." I suggest, trying to take his hand and take him to our bed.
"No... I am not in the mood." He snaps at me, walking out of the room.
"It's alright... We can just cuddle on the bed." I suggest, moving right behind him.
"No. I will sleep on the couch tonight." He states, without turning to give me at least a look.
"For God's sake, Ashton. Stop being so fucking moody. It's not a biggie that you couldn't make me cum with your fingers..." I cry out; he finally turns to look at me, eyes wide and jaw tensed.
"End of the fucking discussion. I will see you in the morning." He groans, walking away.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath; I am really trying to be understanding right now, and in general, I understand that this situation is challenging for him, but he has become unbearably obnoxious.
I return to the room, walking into the closet, and grabbing a pair of jeans. I change into my sneakers and pick up my purse, throwing inside my phone before I leave the bedroom. I jog downstairs, passing by the couch Ashton is sitting at the moment.
"Where are you going?" He asks me, getting up and walking behind me.
"I am going out for a drink. Maybe I'll sleep at a friend's house, so don't wait up." I say without turning to look at him.
"You are shitting me right now, right? You are going out? After this?" He moves in front of me.
"I am totally not shitting you. You are sleeping on the couch, I am sleeping out. If you keep on having this obnoxious behavior, I might sleep out tomorrow as well." I reply, grabbing my keys from the island near the door.
"(Y/N), for fuck's sake... Can't you stay and talk? Maybe we can figure it out..." Ashton grabs me by my shoulders. I shimmy out of his grip, moving to unlock the door.
"I will see you in the morning." Is all I say before I leave the house.
(Ashton's POV)
"You look like fucking shit, mate." Calum giggles as he hands me the paper cup.
"Thanks. This is a very polite way to respond to your best friend who is hurt." I respond, bringing the cup to my lips.
"Yeah, but you still look like shit..." He shrugs as he spreads on the couch.
"I didn't sleep last night." I reply, rubbing my face.
"Why?" He asks, pushing his eyebrows together.
"(Y/N) and I had a fight. She left the house and turned off her phone. I can't find her, I don't know where she is." I explain.
"Why?"
"Because I am a prick and I destroy everything beautiful in my life."
"You are such a drama queen, mate." He laughs at me, shaking his head.
"I am not kidding. She slept out of the house and she is not responding to my texts, her phone is turned off. She hates me..." I sigh and he chuckles.
"She slept at my place, moron. I wasn't in the mood of watching your zombie face this early in the morning. She told me you had a fight and I wanted to check if you are ok." He replies and I shot up.
"She slept at yours?" I ask, sitting on the couch he is sitting.
"Yeah. She came to my place at like 10:30. She was so freaking angry at you and asked if she could sleep on my couch."
"You made my girlfriend sleep on the couch, Hood?" I grab him by his t-shirt.
"Dude, chill. I have a guest room, she slept there. I left before she got up. You have to fix this, mate, she seemed done with your shit." He says, cocking an eyebrow.
"I really am hitting rock bottom."
"Well, no matter what you are going through, she wants to be by your side, so stop trying to push her away." He tilts his head to the side, making me nod my head.
It is dark outside when the door opens and (Y/N) walks in. She is still in the clothes she was wearing last night and she looks exhausted. I jump towards her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her to my body.
"I am sorry. I missed you so much... So so much... I am a fucking jerk." I whisper. She stays unresponsive, no hugging back, no words leaving her lips.
"I am tired." She simply says, pulling away from me. She looks at me without conveying any emotion, just hauntingly hollow eyes and a face so neutral that makes my stomach hurts.
"Oh... Can we talk before we go to bed?" I ask her; she takes away her eyes from me looking at her feet.
"Actually, I think I will sleep in the guest room for a couple of nights, I don't feel like sharing the bed with you, especially now that you are hot and cold all the time." She states; the worst part of it is that she doesn't sound sad, or upset, or sorry, she is casual about it.
"(Y/N), please."
"Ash, it is my decision, please respect it." She says sternly.
"Ok, whatever makes you feel comfortable..." I nod my head while looking at my feet.
She leaves for upstairs without saying another word, and I am left looking at her as she walks away.
It goes like that for the next 3 weeks. For 3 weeks she sleeps in the guest room. I tried approaching her in the first few days, I tried talking to her, make romantic moves. But she keeps on giving me the cold shoulder, keeps on sleeping on the single bed in the guest room, keeps on spending her days in there. The house is quiet at all times, the silence sitting heavy in the rooms.
It is a big win that she is eating dinner with me for the past few days; of course, again we eat in silence.
"I have an appointment at the doctor's tomorrow at 11. Can you drive me, please?" I decide to break the silence. She leaves her fork on her plate and swallows her food before speaking.
"Can you ask Calum? They need me in the studio and I have to pick up some samples for Debby's wedding cake." She says and I nod, rubbing my eyes.
"Yeah, sure... Don't worry about it. So, how are the preparation for Debby's wedding going?" I ask, hoping she will open a conversation.
"I don't really know. She asked me to do very specific things because she wants us to be amazed on her wedding day, so everything is very secretive..." She replies, looking at her plate and picking at her food.
"I see. Well, at least you'll get some cake." I comment and she nods.
"At least I'll eat that." She mumbles under her breath, digging in her food.
"I have to say, I am impressed. You healed pretty quickly. I would have expected at least one more week of the cast on, but if you take a look in here, you don't actually need it." The doctor says, pointing to the area of the scan that shows my healed wrist.
"Of course, the fracture was minor, but still, I am impressed by the result." The doctor continues.
"That's good, that's good. When can I take off the cast?" I ask, pointing to it.
"Right now, actually. I would also like to take a look at your motor in the hand. Nothing too hard, I just want to make sure that you will not need extra physical therapy for that." The doctor suggests, walking to me and taking a scissor for the cast.
"After that I can go back to my normal life, right?" I ask and the doctor chuckles.
"Well, we will see after the examination. But given your occupation, I would suggest avoiding drumming for a few more days, less than a week, though." He explains and I nod.
I walk out of the office, finding Calum sitting on the chairs next to the door. I hold my wrist up and Calum cheers, standing up.
"Finally. The cast had turned hideously filthy." He giggles, patting my shoulder.
"I can finally scratch the itch." I comment, walking next to him.
"When can you get back to practicing for the tour? We need to pick it up now."
"He said that for a couple of days I should refrain from it, so, I think that I will give it until Tuesday, then we can start." I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"You are still not talking with (Y/N)?" He asks me.
"She has been sleeping in the guest room and we barely talk. I screwed up. I think she is going to break up with me." I admit as we enter the elevator.
"I don't think she will. She is just stubborn and waits for the crisis to be over. But most importantly, she is in love with you. I don't know why, but she is." He explains, raising his hands in defeat.
"I am truly sorry I was a jackass."
"You know I am not the one you should be telling that to. She needs to hear it and understand that you truly understood that you were wrong. So, do something about it." He suggests, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
I walk inside the studio (Y/N) is filming today, holding a bouquet of flowers in my newly free hand. I am greeted by one of the assistants, who guided me to her trailer to wait until they are done with the scene. I have been here a thousand times, but it feels strange all of a sudden.
In my head, I repeat what I want to tell her, word by word, trying to make a sense out of it and put my words in order.
But no matter how many times I repeated them, the moment the door opened and I saw her, it all went away.
"Hi... What are you doing here?" She asks me, closing the door behind her. I stand up, pushing the bouquet in front of her.
"I came to see you. I have missed you." I state.
"You saw me last night..." She looks at me weirded out.
"I think you know what I mean, (Y/N). We barely talk. I have missed my girlfriend. And I know it is my fault, I know that I have been nothing less than an asshole, and I am so sorry about that. I regret pushing you away, and I regret not trying harder, but I want to fix it, I want to fix us. I love you more than I thought possible and I am sorry I wasn't showing it." I state, holding my breath after I am done to wait for her reaction.
She throws the flowers on the couch, taking a step towards me.
"If you don't kiss me in the next 5 seconds, I will have the security remove you, I swear to God, Irwin." She says, smiling at me. I push her chin up, leaning down to engulf her lips with mine. Her lips are soft and taste like vanilla lip balm, making me hungry for her. She stands on her tippy toes, wrapping her arms around my neck to hold herself close to me. I wrap my arms around her waist, hands creeping down her ass slowly. My body relaxes as I feel her against me, the only thing that I have been craving for weeks finally becoming mine.
"How long until they call you in?" I ask pulling from her lips and kissing down her chin.
"I am actually done for the day." She replies, tilting her head back to give me access to her neck.
"Ok, then." I simply say before I lean down to pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carry her to the small bed in the back of her trailer.
"What are you doing? You know we can leave, right?" She asks me as I lay her down.
"I can't fucking wait, princess. I need you. Please tell me you need me too." I hover above her, caressing her cheek.
"You have no idea how badly." She whispers, bringing a smile to my face.
I reach down to unbutton her pants and slide them down her legs. She props herself up to look at me and my moves, intrigued but what I am going to do to her.
(Y/N's POV)
He does not take his eyes off of me as he undresses me, kissing softly every part of my body that becomes exposed.
"I've missed your body... I've missed you... I've missed everything about you..." He mumbles, removing my underwear. He holds my thighs spread apart before he uses his fingers to hold my lips open.
"You are slick..." He comments, rubbing his thumb over my slit. My eyes blink rapidly, unable to form any word as I finally feel him touch me.
"It's been weeks since the last time..." I let out, earning a chuckle from him.
"Far too long." He comments, pressing his thumb on my clit before he rolls it softly. My toes curl as he moves his thumb, breathing becoming short and lips forming into an 'o'.
"Feels good, baby?" He asks me and I nod, waiting to see what it is in for me next.
"Well, let's see if this is going to make it even better." He whispers as he slips a finger inside me. He moves it circularly, teasing me before he slips a second and give me what I want. His fingers are pumping inside me, starting slow at first.
"Better, baby?" He asks me.
"It feels good, so good. But shouldn't you be careful with your fingers?" I ask, panicking for a moment.
"Cast off, doc said I am fine." He replies, banging his fingers on my spot. My eyes widen as he does, feeling my stomach tighten; fucking finally.
"Holy shit... Holy shit... Fuck... Ashton." I reach down to stroke his hair as his lips kiss my stomach.
"You are so tight around my fingers, baby. Bet you will feel so good wrapped around my cock..." He says in his low voice, making me pull on his curls. He groans, pumping his fingers faster. My walls clench around them, hips moving closer to him involuntarily.
His thumb doesn't leave my clit for even a moment, rolling it back and forth, slower than he pumps his fingers, just enough to keep me on the edge.
"God, you are so good at this..." I moan out while he leaves a hickey on my stomach.
"Maybe I can remind you what I can do with this tongue." He smiles against my skin.
"No, no... Just your fingers, I love your fingers." I moan, biting my lip at the sensation.
"Just fingers...?" He sounds cocky, pleased with himself.
"For now." I squeak, bucking my hips in the air. He bangs his fingers inside me, jamming them right on my spot and looking at me mischievously. My hands bunch up into fists, nails digging into my palm.
"For God's sake, you are fucking ravaging me..." I cover my face with my hand, trying to stop me from being heard by the whole production.
"You should wait until I am balls-deep inside you to say that." He whispers; I can hear the smirk in his voice, which only causes chills to cover my body.
"I wanna... I wanna... Fuck, I am cumming." I scream, arching my back off the mattress. I feel my pussy convulse around his fingers, stomach tightening, and head spinning.
"Look at that pussy... My pussy... Look how it pulses... Fuck, I've missed that..." Ashton comments, pumping his fingers inside me one last time before he pulls them out.
He crawls on top of me, leaning down to kiss my lips softly.
"Open that mouth for me, baby." He commands, grazing his thumb over my bottom lip. I look at him as innocently as I can while I open my mouth for him. He smirks and pushes his fingers in my mouth, letting me suck on them.
"See how good you taste... Show me how good you are going to suck me off in a bit, babygirl... That's my good girl..." He praises me, looking into my eyes as I suck in my cheeks and swirl my tongue around his fingers.
"Can you call Debby and tell her to fuck off and pick her own fucking cake samples?" He asks, kissing my jaw.
"No, I can't do that... But I am yours after the tasting test." I reply, giggling as I tangle my fingers with his.
"No, you don't get it, princess. You are mine already and we are leaving now. So, call Debby and tell her to fuck off." He replies, kissing my neck.
"Where are we going?" I ask, earning a chuckle.
"I am taking you away for the weekend and you are all mine and I am all yours for the following days, no distractions. So, if you can't call Debby yourself, I will call her and tell her to move her ass and pick her cake." He states, extending his hand for me to give him my phone.
"Alright, I'll call her." I surrender, making him smile.
"That's my good girl..." He says softly, leaning down to peck on my lips.