Mother fvcking feels

Lust Me, Love

They didn't give it a title so I made up my own

Ashton•Y/N

Kinda smut....

CREDS to: 5-seconds-of-just-fuck-me-up

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😂😂😂I love that name

Anyway
Let the games begin.

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You weren't big on emotions. Especially emotions that involved any kind of passion or love.
You don't do love. Nor do you handle tears. But nothing could compare to the amount of disdain you held for any type of physical contact... expect for sex.
You enjoyed the power that it gave you. The way it made you feel. You loved how it never was a personal thing for you. You had guys basically wrapped around your finger after one night, and they wanted more. But you were a one-night kind of girl.
Until you met him.
Ashton was the only person who had you wanting more, begging for more. It started off as a one-night stand, both of you a little tipsy from a party and ended up with you guys naked in some bed, with clothes scattered all over the room. You couldn't remember much, but you knew from the tenderness between your legs, it was an awesome night. You were supposed to delete his number off of your phone, but one night you found yourself pressed against his hotel room door, while he basically took you to another universe, having you to scream his name. From then on, you decided that he would be your only expectation. That was the first mistake.
Each moment with him wasn't enough, but it was always the most mind blowing time of your life. Soon the booty calls went from every two weeks to about every two days. You could not get enough of him and it obviously showed as, you woke up with a new soreness that you came to love.
But it wasn't as if it was only sex between the two of you. You guys soon developed a friendship from your hook-ups. Second mistake. And then you met his friends and he met yours. Third. You visited him on tour. Four. You found yourself smiling over little texts he sent you after you guys went out and you left to go home. Fifth. And so much more after that.
The biggest mistake was when he asked you to stay the night. You never spent the night at Ashton's, but you were hoping it would be most of what happened earlier would be repeated, but no. It was binge watching Supernatural on the couch while eating Frosted Flakes. It was then ignoring that and watching stupid buzz feed videos and taking the quizzes. It was falling asleep on the ground with your head in his chest, and his arms around your waist, that had you wondering how this would be every time.
You ignored that though, and you guys continued to mess around, but you still had your moments like those. But you sense another change. Ashton was gentler with you, and at times, it didn't feel like sex. It felt like love making, but you wouldn't allow yourself to think that. It wasn't until you were riding him that he finally said those words. The three words that would change everything. It was when you stopped your movement, frozen with shock and fear that his hazel eyes also opened with terror.
Still confused to how you did it, but you somehow were able to hop off him, quickly dressed and run all the way home. That was the only thing you knew how too. You and Ashton haven't talked since. It wasn't that he didn't try too, he did, every night since that night. He also called and texted and tweeted and everything else there is, but you ignored him. You were being childish, because each time you read his texts or listened to his voicemail, you would smile because he wasn't giving up on you.
But you were stubborn and was going to avoid those words for as long as possible. Unfortunately, though, no matter how much you pleaded with the higher forces above, nothing worked in your favor.
It was through grocery shopping, the most mundane task ever, three weeks later that you saw Ashton again. He was with Luke and they seemed to be arguing over what to buy, but it seemed that Ashton wasn't really all into it. You knew you shouldn't stare but you did.
As if sensing your eyes on him, he looked at you, his eyes widening and his feet walking towards you.
Panicking, you dropped your basket on the floor, and sped walk out of the store with Ashton right behind you. You picked up the pace until you two were running through the streets, dodging people and objects looking like little kids.
Your breath was getting heavier but you soon felt relief as you longer heard Ashton near you as the crowd thinned out and you slowed into a walk. The moment was short lived as you were soon pushed against the wall with Ashton's body pinning yours down. Them molding perfectly with each other, but it wasn't the arousal that made your heart travel to your throat, but the overwhelming amount of love, that rushed over you as you saw him up close.
His hair was long, and curly again, the stubble around his face, making him even more attractive then before, but it was his eyes that was the most breath-taking. The way the green within them, brought out the fire that the hazel created, and even with bags underneath them, he still looked gorgeous.
"Stop running from this. I know I'm not the only one who feels it." He breathed into your face and you pushed yourself against the wall to get some distance from him but it was impossible. You opened your mouth to refute his assumption, but was cut off by him.
"And don't even try to deny it Y/N. I know that you love me as much as I love you, but you won't admit it. And that's fine, but please, I want something with you, and don't want to give this up, because this is so much more than sex. I love you so much and not afraid to tell you that. I know that you never felt love like this before, but please let me be your first. Cause I'm not leaving until I get it."
He was being a pretentious asshole, but you loved it and his words basically proved that his actions before that weren't just for show. He loves you and you love him, but he wasn't going to hear that just yet. So you just pressed your lips against his, but unlike before when lust was the main emotion, this one was filled with passion and promise and love and you loved it more than anything. Maybe love isn't that bad in the first place.

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