Good Girls Go Bad // smut

Lips of sugar // ashton irwin

credit: bbyirwie

"Y/N, get back here!" Ashton laughed as he chased behind you while you skipped away with the tiny, colourful pixie sticks. You and Ashton decided to take a day trip into town and found yourselves stumbling into a candy shop. You bought a couple of things for Harry and Lauren and of course, you couldn’t resist buying a couple things for yourselves. However, Ashton wanted you to wait to eat any of it so Lauren and Harry could pick their favourites. 

You agreed obviously, but you couldn’t help but want to taste some of the sweets you haven’t had for several years. “Come on Ashton, just one pixie stick?” you pleaded, dying to taste one of them. “Babe, can’t you just wait a couple hours until they come over? After that you can eat as many of them as you desire.” he protested, resting his hands on your hips. 

"Ashton, you can’t tell me your not dying to eat some of it." you groaned as you flopped on the couch, still firmly grasping the colourful sticks. "Trust me I am, but I have patience." he joked, moving his hand placement to the top of your thighs. 

"You? Patient?" you scoffed, "Ashton Fletcher Irwin, you are the furthest thing from patient." you smirked, watching him smile. "I wouldn’t say i’m not patient. I’m just needy, especially for you." he winked, massaging your thighs gently. 

"And i’m needy for this candy-” “Y/N, you’re such a headache.” he laughed, making your lips curl upwards. “Ashton, they won’t notice if one out of the five hundred trillion things we bought isn’t there!” You whined, telling he was going to cave soon. “Please?” you batted your eyelashes innocently, causing him to shake his head. 

"Fine," he sighed, "I swear you could convince me to commit murder one of these days," he muttered, causing you to laugh. 

You ripped open the top, causing some of the sugar specks to fly out. As you looked inside of the tube, you could see the familiar strawberry pink shade at the bottom of the stick. You stuck your tongue out as you tipped the paper cylinder, tasting acidic sugar. It was exactly how you remembered it; the initial sour flavour attacking your mouth, but then the sweet flavour soothing your swollen taste buds as you slowly let the sugar dissolve on your warm tongue. Once it was gone from your mouth, you looked up at Ashton and his face was in pure awe. 

"What?" you said confused, watching him snap out of his trance. "How do you manage to make everything you do look so seductive?" He asked with a laugh, causing a blush to creep up on your cheeks. He bit his lip as he watched you get flustered, causing a wicked idea to flash in your head. 

"Want some?" you said, shaking the tube lightly to suggest there was more in there. He nodded, moving himself around to sit next to you on the large couch. You quickly straddled his lap, making his hands immediately go to your hips. You smiled at his confused expression, but he quickly dismissed it when he knew your intentions. 

You poured the sugar on your tongue, and before it could dissolve you placed your lips on Ashton’s. You immediately delved your tongue into his mouth, wanting him to taste every spec of sugar before it disappeared. His tongue softly moved against yours as the grains of sugar brushed both of your tongues. He lifted his head up from yours; your eyes still focused on his lips. 

"That was fucking delicious," he whispered, "It almost tastes as good as you." He took another stick from your hand and poured some of the contents down the side of your neck. He latched his tongue to the surface, moving it against your skin as it picked up the tiny pieces of sugar. You moaned in unison as he tore your shirt off, pouring more of it on top of your breasts. 

He took them roughly in his hands, squeezing them as he lapped up the sugar. You hungrily rocked your hips into him, desperately wanting to remove the fabric that was blocking you from feeling his skin against yours. “You’ve got too much on,” you moaned, tugging at the bottom of his shirt like a child.