5sos & 1d Smut

Ashton: More Teasing To Come

Request: Can you write Ashton daddy kink smut where you tease him under the table or somewhere in front of his band mates and the he gets angry, so he takes you somewhere private to fuck the shit out of you as your punishment? I'm sweating.

Haha, Your request has been answered hope u love it xx ~Rev

The boys had just released their first album, so to celebrate we were all going out for dinner. The boys were as dressed up as you were going to see them, all wearing a button down shirt and their skinny jeans. Ashton in particular looked hot as fuck, the green shirt he was wearing brought out the green in his hazel eyes.

I decided to wear a simple black dress and a pair of white flats that matched by belt. Ashton took my hand and lead the way to the table, his thumb grazed across the top of my hand and it sent chills down my spine.

We were welcomed with a gorgeous waitress, I couldn't help but notice that Ashton's gazed lingered a little long then I hoped. He was a twenty year old guy, I knew that he was going to look, but his jaw dropped a little I felt sort of offended. I wanted Ashton to know that he was mine, and no one else's.

"I'm so proud of us mates." Ashton toasted. "Everything we've ever wanted it coming true."

"And more." Luke added.

The conversation was directed to what they planned on doing for the next album. They literally never stopped working, all they wanted to do was make their fans happy. It was sweet.

We all shared an appetizer, then the waitress came back with our main courses. Again, Ashton couldn't avert his eyes from her. I started feeling this pit of jealousy grow in my stomach, but no one could tell because I had a smile painted on my face.

After the waitress walked away, I subtly placed my hand under the table. At first I placed it in my own lap, then I moved it to Ashton's knee. He looked down at me, then continued with his conversation with the boys. I slid my hand gently up his thigh until I reached his crotch of his jeans. Ashton cleared his throat, almost as if he was warning me. I completely ignored him and began palming him under the table. Slowly, he grew hard by my touch, that's when Ashton grabbed my hand.

I wiggled free from his grip, then took a hold of his hands and slid it up my own leg. I directed his hand between my legs, and started to rub myself with his hand.

"Excuse us." Ashton said as he grabbed my hand and drug me to the back of the restaurant. He looked back and forth before he opened a door that brought us into an office.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ashton snapped, in a harsh whisper.

"I just wanted to reassure you that you are mine." I stated, stepping a little closer to him.

"Yours?" He laughed.

"Yes, Daddy. Mine." I smirked, setting him off.

Ashton pushed me up against the door with his body, his lips crashed against mine as he cradled my face in his hands. He started to rub my clit over my panties, so I started the undo his pants. When his pants were undone, I slipped my hand in and took a hold of him. Ashton moaned against my mouth as I moved my hand up and down.

Ashton pulled away hands aways, then yanked my panties down. I stepped out of them as Ashton pulled down his pants. He used one hand to line himself up at my entrance, and then with the other he held my wrists above my head.

"Are you ready, princess?" Ashton asked as he kissed me.

"Yes, Daddy. Please." I begged.

With that, Ashton pushed himself inside me completely and pulled back out just as fast. He repeated this a couple of times, my eyes filled with tears from the pleasure.

"Ash, Daddy." I whined.

Ashton let go of my wrists, then pulled me up by my ass to wrap my legs around his waist. This gave Ashton better access, so with each thrust he found himself deeper and deeper. He hit my g-spot everytime.

I felt him twitch inside me, which made me tighten around him. Ashton groaned as he pulled back, thrusting once more finding his release. The stifled moans in the crook of my neck pushed me over the edge, and I found myself in a mind blowing orgasm.

When Ashton finally pulled out of me, I winced a little. I was feeling a type of soreness that I haven't felt in awhile.

Ashton pulled up his pants, and picked mypanties off of the ground. Instead of giving them back to me, he slipped them into his back pocket.

"I'm not done with you." Ashton smiled, then opened the door and directed me back to the table.

This dinner was going to be torture, in the best way. I knew that there was more teaseing to come.