5SOS SMUT

Ride (A.I)

“Ashton, it’s been more than 5 minutes,” you whined from the doorway, watching him nod his head to what Luke was saying on the other end of the call. “Well, go wait 5 more minutes,” he replied. Frowning at his response, you still obeyed, bounding back up the stairs and laying on your bed. Rolling onto your stomach, you hid your face in your pillow, listening to Ashton downstairs. You could hear him beginning to talk about band stuff, now he really wouldn’t get off the phone. “Ashton!” you called, lifting your head briefly. “What?” he called back. “Get up here!” Not getting a response, you waited expecting to hear large feet jog up the stairs.

You could still hear him giggling on the phone. Sick of waiting on him, you rolled off the bed, running down the stairs and finding him flipping through tv channels now. Snatching the remote from his hand, you clicked the tv off and threw the remote on the couch. “Hey!” Ashton frowned, turning to find you frowning back at him. “Get off the phone,” you ordered, reaching for the phone when he shook his head. Leaning away from your grasp, he pulled you on top of him instead by your waist. Scrambling to sit in a way so you could reach for his phone, you placed your legs on either side of his thigh, placing a hand on his chest and reaching towards his extended arm. Holding it above his head now, you shot your arm up in attempt to snatch it from him, accidentally rubbing your increasingly aroused center against his denim covered thigh and letting a small moan out.

Eyes widening, Ashton brought the phone back to his ear and you returned your hands to his chest. “Um, I can call you back if you’re busy?” Luke suggested. “No, you’re fine, what were you saying?” Ashton carried on, letting his hand descend down your spine now. Lifting the hem of your shirt slightly, he signalled for you to take it off. Peeling his shirt from the night before off your body, his eyes falling to your bare chest now, subconsciously running his tongue over his bottom lip. “Don’t stop on Luke’s account,” he urged, taking the phone away from his face so he wouldn’t hear. Not fully understanding what he meant, Ashton helped to get you started by pushing you down against his thigh again. Nodding, Ashton placed a hand on your thigh, fingertips gliding over your skin as you adjusted yourself on his thigh. Rocking your hips down onto his leg, you blushed, embarrassed by how awkward this must’ve been for Ashton to watch. Catching on to your discomfort, Ashton assured you he was enjoying himself watching you by placing a hand on your hip again, helping to create a steady rhythm.

You were starting to get more pleasure now that he was helping you, gaining a bit of confidence so that you were grinding down harder and in quicker strokes. Trailing his hand to your lower back now, Ashton pushed you against his chest, his lips pressing into your shoulder and resting there, vibrating whenever he mumbled something to Luke. You alternated between leaving kisses on his neck and releasing soft moans into his ear as waves of pleasure washed over you. When your moans became too loud and Luke began to question what Ashton was doing, he pushed gently on your stomach, making you sit back. Reaching a hand down, you could feel his large fingers rubbing against your clit, making you rock against him harder. “Enjoying yourself?” Ashton grins, covering the phone momentarily. You responded by throwing your head back and letting a moan slip from your lips, causing Ashton to cover your mouth until you were done. Placing both hands on your hips now, Ashton guided you at a slightly faster pace and pushed you down harder against his jeans. You leaned forward a bit so your clit gained more attention, but careful not to make too much noise. With each roll of your hips, you could feel yourself coming closer to your release. Riding him in longer, slower strokes now, you sunk your teeth into your lip, trying your best to hold your moans, Ashton not helping by sucking on your neck. With one final roll, you rested your head against his shoulder, whimpering as your orgasm washed over you, Ashton rubbing your back.

Rolling off of Ashton, you decided to help him out too. Comfortably setting down on your bent legs, your slid your hands up his legs, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Leaning forward, you tugged at the material to unbutton his jeans, Ashton grinning as you struggled. Helping you with the zipper, you swatted his hands away and insisted on pulling his jeans and underwear  down yourself. Moving in closer, you reached to grab his erection, placing a kiss on the head and watching his expression as you did. Letting a glob of spit full onto his length, you spread it over the rest of his dick and began to jerk him off. “(Y/N), baby?” he moaned. You looked up to see him gripping his phone in one hand and the arm of the couch with the other. “Yes?” “Want your mouth, darling, please,” he sighed. Nodding your head, you placed your hands on his thighs and lowered your lips to a kiss on his head.

Kissing down his length until you had reached his base. Flattening your tongue, you slowly made your way back to the top, flicking your tongue over his tip once you had. Parting your lips a bit, you began to take his erection into your mouth, earning a deep groan from Ashton once it hit the back of your throat. Pleased with his reaction, you pulled back and bobbed your head, Ashton moans sounded almost choked, he must still be on the phone. When you glanced up, you could see him running a hand through his hair and trying his best not to make a sound.

“H-hey Luke,” Ashton’s voice cracked. “C-can I call you back l-later? Yeah, I’m fine, alright man,” he ended the call. “Faster,” he now demanded, his voice deep and needy. “Please,” he added, brushing your hair to the side. Doing as asked, or rather told, you worked a little more into your mouth and pumped what wasn’t. With your free hand, you squeezed his sac slightly, making Ashton toss his head back. “Just like that, princess, good girl,” he encouraged, brushing a hand through your hair and admiring your face. Going back to your own pace, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harshly on his length, Ashton responding with whimpers and pulling gently at your hair. “Fuuuck, that feels so good, baby,” he groaned.

Trying to receive as much pleasure as possible, Ashton gently thrusted his hips up into your mouth. Getting too excited, Ashton thrusted himself until he hit the back of your throat, making you gag and making Ashton gasp. “Sorry sweetheart,” he apologized, running a hand through your hair again. Since he obviously got pleasure out of it, you tried to take him as deep into your throat as you could. You could tell he was close by the way he was clawing at the couch, beads of sweat dampening his hair now. Grabbing a hand full of your hair, he made a ponytail out of it and held you there while he thrusted into your mouth, your eyes beginning to water every time you felt him hit the back of your throat. “(Y/N)…f-fuck, (Y/N), fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re doing so well babe, fuck!” he exclaimed, voice cracking, and with that you felt a stream of his cum slipping down your throat. Dropping your hair from his fist, he pulled you up by your wrist, making you sit on his lap again. “Sorry about your, uh, throat,” he blushed, wiping your a few tears that had slipped onto your cheeks. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, nose, and finally lips before gently tossing you next to him on the couch. “Where’re you going?” you asked, sitting up and watching him head for the stairs. “I’ll be upstairs if you want to get off properly,” he winked, jogging up the stairs with you close behind.

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