5SOS Smut

Baby girl • afi

Source: ashtonxrwin.tumblr.com

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Fuck you, Ashton." You said, your voice tired and weary from the shouting match you'd just ended. Without turning back to look at your boyfriend, you turned on your heel and marched out of your shared bedroom, heading for the kitchen. The tight dress you were wearing was beginning to get uncomfortable, so you stopped at the washing basket at the bottom of the stairs and slipped out of the tight material, pulling on a baggy t-shirt instead.As you placed the shirt in the basket, you silently cursed it and yourself, because it was that dress that had started the fight - you had been intent on wearing it out to the bar, and Ashton had told you that he didn't want you leaving in such a revealing dress if he wasn't there to make sure nothing happened, and when you tried to leave he had blocked your way. The lovely evening you'd had planned with your girlfriends had been cancelled because your boyfriend hadn't let you out the house, all because of that stupid dress.You stomped into the kitchen, hoping Ashton would hear your angry footsteps and know that you were still fuming about his 'rules'. Pulling out some chocolate from the cupboard, you shut the door unnecessarily hard, knowing it would annoy him that you did. You sat down at the kitchen counter with a big bar of Galaxy and began stuffing your face with squares, the momentary joy at the chocolate being interrupted by the familiar steps on the stairs. From the corner of your eye, you saw that messy mop of blonde curls walk into the kitchen and head towards the fridge, and a tan arm reach to pull something out of it. Then, he walked round the kitchen table and sat at the opposite end to you, making it clear that he was just as angry as you. The counter should have, by rights, burst into flames from how angrily you were glaring at it, all in the name of not granting your boyfriend the priveledge of being looked at, but when he smacked his hand down on the surface of the table, you immediately looked up and jumped back."We're not doing this," he said, jaw clenched and his voice with that familiar steely undertone, "What the fuck is wrong with me not wanting my attractive girlfriend to go out in a slutty dress that would have guys coming onto her all evening?"You held down the groan that was threatening to burst out at his words. "The fact that you don't trust me! What, are you expecting me to run into the arms of every guy that looks my way? Don't be so goddamn naive, Ashton! I'm about as likely to sleep with someone else as you are, and it pisses me off that you can't seem to trust me!"Your hard eyes met his dark gaze, which bored into you angrily. His chest was falling and rising with annoyance and irritation, and the way his jaw was set told you that he wasn't letting up this easy."Of course I trust you, but what's wrong with me not wanting eyes all over what's mine? I don't want other-""Cut the shit, Ashton." I interrupted, my face flushing with anger at his words. "I'm not fucking yours, you don't own me, so people can look at me all they goddamn like. I'm not some kind of possession you can own, we're in a relationship, not an ownership, this isn't the dark ages!" You picked up the empty chocolate wrapper from the counter and slid your chair back, not even wincing at the sound it made on the  ground as you walked to dump it into the bin.You turned around, only to have Ashton press you back against the wall of the kitchen, his warm breath fanning across your face, which was flushed at the newly found close proximity. There was no distance between your bodies as he bent his head down, captivating you as his hazel green eyes met your cloudy ones and his scent washed over you. "You are mine, and I'm going to show you just how much I mean that."Your mouth formed a straight line and your eyes narrowed, your hands lifting to push at his firm chest. When he stepped back, you stepped away from him and crossed your arms. "Fuck off, Ash."His face steeled up again, lines appearing between his eyebrows as he frowned at you. You could see that he was biting his cheek from the inside, something he always did when he was trying not to get angry. He lifted his arm up and pointed towards the stairs, the muscles and tendons all standing to attention as he tensed. "Go to the bedroom, now."There was a moment of silence before you practically snorted at his demand, and laugh bubbling from your throat that slowly died when you realized he was being deadly serious. You sobered, before crossing your arms over your chest and narrowing your eyes at him."Ashton, you're not my fucking father, you can't tell me to go to my room and expect me to do it. Fuck off." Your voice wavered at the end, the heated way he was glaring at you having an unwelcome effect.He stepped forward again, to which you stepped back, and he stepped forward again, until your back was flush against the wall and he was only a few inches from you."I may not be your father, but I can be your daddy, and I'm telling you to go to your fucking bedroom." His voice was strong, and his eyes were boring into yours in a way that wasn't just angry. "No." The word lingered in the air for a few seconds, evaporating between you before he closed the gap between you and dropped his hands to your legs, shocking you by lifting you off the ground and throwing you over his shoulder, the bone there pressing into your stomach."Ashton, you fucking caveman, put me down!" You practically growled, shaking in his grip and trying to wiggle your way down from where you were."Nope, but keep doing that, it makes this a lot more fun." He trudged up the stairs, not even wavering as your shook in his hold, only lifting his other arm to hold your legs down against his chest. A scream bubbled from your throat as you were suddenly dropped, falling onto the bed, where you wasted no time and immediately began crawling up to the headboard away from him. Your efforts were ceased as his large hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled, landing you in the middle of the big bed, and you felt his other hand come to rest in the centre of your back, pinning you down and stopping all movement, until he grabbed onto your arm and flipped you over with one movement so you were on your back, both his hands on each of your shoulders so you were flat on the bed."Ashton, fucking get off!" You screeched, pushing and clawing at his biceps in hopes of him letting go, but he wasn't even flinching, just smirking down at you like an animal would his prey. Ever so slowly, he lent down to your thrashing body which was also slowly stilling, his lips coming closer to yours and your eyes meeting his dilated ones, the proximity getting too much as you inhale before your lips meet, the practically innocent gesture starting a fire in the lower parts of your stomach. Your hands immediately come up to tangle in his blonde locks as your teeth close down on his lip, eliciting a raunchy moan from his throat that sends jolts down to your core.His mouth moves from yours and ghosts along your jawline and down the curve of your throat, his breath on your jugular causing your skin to break out in little bumps. All thoughts of anger or frustration vanished from your mind, leaving behind only arousal and lust for him. Your hands dropped to his neck and shoulder, gripping on tightly as the emotions of the past hour poured out through the sense of touch, and a moan was pulled from your mouth as his long fingers trailed down the side of your body, everywhere he touched igniting with fire and passion. You gasped into his mouth as he pressed on your lace covered clit, feeling his eyes watching your face as you reacted to everything he was doing.Your hands tugged on his ripped vest, moving to pull it over his head, but he grabbed onto your wrists with one of his hands and pulled yours above your head, pinning them there. "Uh-uh-uh, what do you say?" His patronizing tone both grated on you and fueled your fire. "Let me take your shirt off." You replied, knowing it wasn't the answer he wanted to hear and you smirked at the slight act of rebellion. But when his fingers left your shielded clit, the smirk fell off your face as your body lifted off the bed and pressed into his, desperate for contact. "Please, Ashton, please!" The needy tone of your voice made you cringe, but there was nothing that could be done."Almost there, please what?" He asked, and you frowned. Your mind searched for what he could be implying before landing on the comment he'd made earlier."Please, daddy?" You said quietly and uncertainly. The name was not one you and Ashton had tried before and it was an unfamiliar title, but when you used it his hand immediately returned to the place you needed it most and the other one released your hands, letting them roam to the hem of his shirt. The material was quickly thrown to the side of the bed and your hands then took their place on his chest, your nails clawing at the skin there when his fingers began moving in circles around your ball of nerves. He breath was warm around the shell of your ear as he commented on everything, dirty words that only added to the arousal you were feeling. "You're so fucking respondent, everything I do you feel and it's amazing. Who's making you feel this way, baby girl, who is it?"The pet name sent jolts straight to your core, along with the possessive words he spoke. But still, you kept your mouth shut to any words that showed you were giving in - one last sign of rebellion.His index finger tapped once on your swelled up clit, the mere touch making your legs shake. Your hair was stuck to your face with sweat and though you were both still practically clothed, you were a shivering mess beneath him, completely at his mercy."Please, Ashton, please!" You screamed, frantically moving your hips to get something, anything. "Damn it!""Tell me what I want to hear and I'll give you what you need." He said simply, smirking down at me as he faced me with the ultimatum. His fingers hovered between your thighs, his other hand cupping your hip, and he looked like an angel above you- be it, an angel with bleeding scratches down his chest and a bandana wrapped around his hair, but still - an angel.You swallowed down my pride, closing your eyes before opening them with new conviction. "Fuck, Ashton, daddy, I'm yours, I'm all yours, just do someth-"Before you'd even finished the sentence, his lips were upon yours with renewed forwardness and your hands immediately began pulling at his belt and zipper, fumbling with both. Your thighs rub against his hard on, causing him to moan into your mouth, fueling your efforts to release him from the tight jeans he was wearing. He pushed the baggy t-shirt you were wearing up past your head, throwing it without caring where it landed. With his trousers around his knees, he slotted himself in between your thighs and rested his forearm above your head, his other hand lifting your leg up to wrap around his hip."Ashton, please, I need you," you panted, the feel of his tip against your entrance, enough to pull you towards the edge. You heard a slight chuckle in your ear before he pushed forward, entering you entirely.You gasped, hands flying to his biceps for support, nails digging into the skin there as you tucked your lip behind your teeth. A scream was pushed from your mouth as he continuously hit exactly the right spot, but when the next one came around, you bit your lip harder in effort not to cry out."Don't fucking do that," he spoke with a grunt, "Don't hide your noises, tell me, show me how fucking good I make you feel." Your head dropped back, ever so slightly resting on his arm."So good, daddy, so good!" Your voice raised an octave on the last few syllables, as the second you spoke the word, his thrusts increased in power, each one hitting the sweet spot inside of you, making you scream out and your eyes shut, white and black splatter on your eyelids. His movements were at a speed that pushed you into a state of crying out for more, tears leaking from your eyes."Tell me who you belong to," He growled out, speaking through clenched teeth."You, Ashton!""Good, baby girl," he murmured, his thrusts becoming shallower but punctuated with a roll of his hips here and there, making him hit your g-spot each time he moved. A stream of profanities left your mouth, as you clawed down his chest once again, searching for a grip on reality. "Ash, fuck, I'm gonna come!" "Hold on, baby, come when I tell you too, okay?" He grunted out, clearly close to falling over the edge. His hand fell to your clit, rubbing it in fast, messy circles, pushing you towards nirvana. "Baby girl, I'm-" he called out, "Now!"On his command, you fell apart under him, profanities falling from his lips in your ear as he pulled out of you and lay down beside you. The only noise in the room was panting as you both rode out your highs. He reached his arm around your shaking body and tucked you up to his sweaty one, the beat of his heart bringing you down to earth as the rush of adrenaline slowly faded away. "We should fight more often," I chuckled, feeling his chest rise with his laughs."Only if it ends up like this."

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