Good Girls Go Bad // smut

two's company, three's a crowd but fives a party / ashton irwin

CHECK OUT MY NEW FANFICTION (COTTON CANDY / ASHTON IRWIN) 

credit: pinkspeakersmut

Ashton we can’t do it in here’, you giggle as your boyfriend pulls you into the communal shower at the venue his band is playing at tonight, ‘other people shower in here!’

‘It’s fine baby girl, there’s no one else here and besides I am so fucking desperate for you right now I can’t wait until after the show.’ He was right, the bathroom was deserted. The crew were busy assembling the stage and checking equipment and the other boys were more than likely too hooked on some video game to come looking for you, but you still couldn’t shake the nagging sense that someone could walk in on the two of you at any moment.  The feeling of Ashton’s lips trailing down your neck however was making it very difficult for you to voice any more protests.

‘Fuck Ashton, be quick’.

Taking your words as his cue to continue, Ashton toys with the hem of your shirt momentarily before pulling the flimsy material from your body.

‘You are so fucking gorgeous baby’, he mutters before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. No sooner has the black lace left your pale skin than his mouth is wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling as if they were the sweetest treat to ever pass his lips. Your body responds to his touch immediately as lust overtakes you. You untangle your shaking fingers from his hair and make a hurried attempt at opening his belt buckle. The metal clinks loudly against the tiled floor when you finally pull it free but both of you are much too invested in each other to worry about the amount of noise you are making and the kind of attention it might attract.

Ashton groans as you snake you hand into the tightening material of his boxers.

‘There’s no time for that baby’, he pants, grabbing your wrist, ‘I need to be inside you so badly. I need to feel that tight little pussy of yours clenching around my hard cock as I pound you against that shower wall.’ His words spur you on and you waste no more time in ridding yourself of your remaining clothing as Ashton does the same. Despite your haste, you can’t help but stop and stare at the man standing in front of you. He had filled out over the past few months and the hours he’d spent in the gym were clearly working out in his favour. His chest was toned and the v-line of his hips was more defined than ever. The muscles in his arms bulged as he made light work of lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his well-defined waist. You could feel his erection pressed against the inside of your thigh and the sensation alone was enough to rip a moan from the back of your throat.

‘Fuck Ashton, please do something’, you practically beg as you shamelessly rut against him in an attempt to gratify the throbbing in your now soaked pussy. It had been weeks since either of you had seen each other and it was only now when faced with the prospect of being intimate with him once again that you realised how much you’d missed the feeling of him inside you. He always managed to fill you up entirely and he’d made it a rule to never leave you unsatisfied.  

‘Don’t worry princess, I promise I’ll make you feel good. Daddy always does’, Ashton cooed as his lips found yours again. Your back was pressed up against the cool tile of the shower wall and as you gasped Ashton took full advantage of your open mouth and slipped his warm and eager tongue inside. Drunk on the taste of him you almost missed the sound of someone clearing their throat.  

‘Shit’, Ashton swore as he made an attempt to cover you naked body from the three figures standing behind him.

‘Well well well, what’s going on here then?’ you hear Michael ask with the biggest smirk you have ever seen adorning his features.