fivesosmut

little girl|| ai

Creds: englishloveaffairgivesmehope
"You don't want to go out tonight?" You asked, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.
"It's not that I don't want to... I'd just much rather have a quite night with you instead! C'mon, doesn't it sound nice not having to get all dressed up? You can just come over in your sweats and we can cuddle and watch a movie and be piggies and eat all my food. Doesn't that sound much more fun?" Ashton asked you, his voice taking the tone of an excited six year old.
You sighed, thinking to yourself that you and Ashton's ideas of fun were more different than you thought. He was pretty much your polar opposite, enjoying life inside of the flow, like staying home rather than going to parties, or choosing comfy sweats over a nice pair of pants. You loved living in the spotlight, going out at night and always looking your best. You weren't really sure what had attracted you to Ashton in the first place, you usually stuck to guys who liked the attention as much as you did.
But maybe that's why you did choose him. You were the one living in the flow, you realized, dating the same type and going to the same parties and hanging with the same crowd. You stepped out of your comfort zone and decided to get to know the quiet boy who sat in the middle of your algebra two class, and you quickly came to realize you actually liked him. A lot.
And you didn't want to change him, you didn't want him becoming like all the other guys that tried and gave up on you too quickly for you to care about. But he was changing you, you could see, because now the idea of going to his house for the night seemed a lot more fun than a dumb house party.
"Yeah, it does," You told him, hanging back up the dress you had been planning to wear. You took down your hair that you had piled strategically onto your head, rubbing your fingers over your scalp. "Have some popcorn ready, I'll be over in fifteen minutes."
"Alright, see you soon," He said, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice.
"See you." You told him.
You looked in the mirror at yourself, all of the confidence and planning you had for tonight slowly fizzing out of you. Truthfully, you had wanted to take Ashton out to get him a little buzzed. You didn't think he'd try anything on you completely sober, so you just wanted to give him a little alcoholic nudge. But now, seeing as you were going to be watching movies all night, you knew nothing would happen between you two. And tonight you really, really wanted something to happen.
You arrived at his house at the time you'd told him, parking your car on the street and going up to knock on the door. It swung open, revealing his smiling face that was lit dimly. You peered past him to see the whole house was barely lit.
"Hi," He greeted you, reaching forward and gripping your arm lightly. He tugged you towards him clumsily, and you couldn't help but giggle as he kissed your lips. His fingers traveled from your arms to your hips where he rested his hands. His teeth suddenly bit down on your bottom lip and you gasped.
"What are you laughing at, little girl?" He mumbled, kissing your lips once more before pulling away. He pulled you inside to the living room where you saw bowls of snacks covering almost every inch of space on the coffee table in front of the television and a pile of blankets next to the couch. He went to pull out a box of movies as you sat down. "What do you wanna watch first?"
"Well i kinda want to watch you take off your clothes, but we can stick with The Hunger Games if you want." You smirked, leaning back on the couch and crossing your arms. Ashton looked up at you shocked, standing up straight. You were about to backtrack on your words and apologize when he began pulling his t shirt over his head. Your eyes widened at the sight of his bare torso and he dragged his fingers up his stomach.
"Holy shit," You muttered, sitting up straight. He grinned down at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement at your reaction. He tugged at the waistband of his sweats, not pulling them down but bringing them low enough you could see the beginning of dark hair below his stomach. Suddenly he fell forward, pushing you down on the cushions of the couch as he nuzzled into you, all his full weight against your body.
"Ashton," You groaned, feeling your face heat up at the feel of his bare torso against you. "You're heavy." He rolled over until his back was against the couch, gently pushing you forward so he was wedged between you and the back cushions. You turned to face him and he draped an arm over your waist.
"So you're get all shirtless and hot just to lay on the couch?" You asked him, tracing your thumb along his lip.
"Oh darling, you have no idea how good it is to just lay on the couch." He grinned, leaning towards you and gently attaching his lips to yours. You laced your fingers through his hair as his arm tightened around you, pulling you up to his chest. Without the layer of clothes on him, you could easily feel his heart beat.
It thrummed quickly, and your own heart swelled knowing you were the one doing that to him.
As your lips moved in sync against each other, Ashton began transferring his weight back onto you, and before you realized it, he was straddling your waist. His lips traveled down your cheek to your neck, where he started sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You hissed as he blew cold air onto your flesh. He leaned down to kiss your lips again, slowly grinding his crotch into your own.
"Ash," You gasped, his name slipping from your lips unintentionally. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth and
Ashton looked up at you, shock and admiration shining on his face. "Holy shit," He mumbled. "That was so hot. We need to get this off of you," You arched your back as he tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it behind him before kissing down your chest. "Would you rather be out at dinner right now?"
You shook your head, but realized he wasn't paying attention to your face at the moment; he was way too occupied with your chest. "No. Definitely not." You heard Ashton hum in agreement before he sat up. His hair was wild from your hands carding through it many times, and his lips were red and slightly swollen. Even in the dim lighting, he looked like an angel.
"Scoot up, little girl," He smiled down at you, nodding his head to the arm of the couch. You slid up and leaned against it, giving him full access to the clasp of your bra. As he began working to get it undone, you couldn't help but gasp in the realization that something was finally going to happen between the two of you. His eyes peered up to yours and his fingers froze on your back. "Are we... are we going to fast?"
You quickly shook your head in answer. "No it's not that. I've just been waiting for this for a while." He smiled as you did shyly, pecking your lips gently.
"You have no idea," He murmured. He finally popped the clasp of your bra open and you helped him slide the straps over your shoulders. One of his hands immediately went to cup one of your breasts, his mouth going to work with the other. Swears and breathy moans tumbled out of your mouth and you barely registered his free hand trailing down your stomach until his cold fingers slipped down the front of your pants and and underwear.
"See, if you had skinny jeans on or leggings, this," Ashton pressed his thumb into the sensitive part of your clit and you gasped loudly. "Wouldn't be able to happen." He watched your face carefully as his thumb began doing figure eights, changing speed and pressures at your reactions. You arched up to him, your fingers digging into his back and pulling at the ends of his hair harshly. You saw him bite his lip as you tugged on his hair, but you couldn't bring yourself to apologize in fear of being too loud.
"Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Ashton- jesus can you please just fuck me now? I don't- oh god- I don't wanna come yet." You begged, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you tried to control yourself. Ashton moved his fingers faster for a couple more seconds, watching as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He pulled his hand out of your pants, leaving you breathless on the couch, your eyes practically begging for him. Ashton stood up, tugging off his pants quickly and you could see his length straining against his boxers.
"Nuh uh, little girl," He smirked when your tried taking off your own pants. You froze, looking up at him, waiting for instruction. "That's my job." He put his hands on the waistband of your sweats, tugging them down slowly, his lips following behind. You groaned as he sucked marks into the inside of your thighs, making you shiver. Finally, you were both completely nude and groping for each other- now understanding the overwhelming desire for the skin to touch.
His name was moaned loudly from your lips as he finally slid into you, and yours was coming out of his pretty mouth just as much. Praises and sweet nothings tumbled from Ashton's lips as he set a pace and thrusted in and out of you, one hand intertwining with yours above your head, the other beginning to work at your clit again. You felt a heat collecting in your stomach, and your toes curled as your wrapped your legs around Ashton's waist.
"Ashton, I'm gonna-"
"Hold on, baby. Couple more seconds-" His sentence ripped off at the end as a cry flew from his mouth and you felt him release into you as you did the same. You gripped his hair as his thrusts turned sloppy before he pulled out completely and falling onto you on the couch.
You closed your eyes as you caught your breath, your fingers brushing through Ashton's hair as he laid on your stomach. Finally the spots behind your eyes began to fade and the pounding in your chest began to slow. You couldn't believe that had actually happened.
"You know," You said, breaking the silence. "This was my plan the whole time. Not the whole time i mean, just... for tonight."
"Really now?" Ashton smirked, tilting his head to look up at you. "Because I'm pretty sure it was my plan the whole night."
You giggled, looking up to see a blanket draped over the back of the couch. You pulled it down, laying it over you and Ashton before speaking again. "Well, great minds do think alike."
"You're right," Ashton agreed. "And if your mind is as great as mine, then you'll be thinking this would be a perfect time to eat because I'm starving."
"As long as I can eat it off of you."
"That can definitely be arranged."