5sos smut

Little Jealous Irwin

request from Jet_Black_Heart11
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"I'll be back with more drinks," Ashton yells above the music. You almost opened your mouth to respond, but your voice is not as loud as the pounding speakers. Instead, you nod your head and smile. Before leaving, he pecks your lips quickly then gets lost in the mass of drunk, dancing bodies.
As usual, Ashton was invited to a party by one of his many frat friends, and he wanted you to tag along. He knows you're not one for excessive partying, but when it comes to being Ashton's girlfriend, you can't ignore it. In fact, you and Ashton had met at a mutual friend's party. She had pressured you to come, saying that it's 'more fun than you think!' You were hesitant because that was your first proper party at university. Though it was one of the best parties you've been to, you still did leave with some regrets.
At the beginning of your relationship with Ashton, you had been able to avoid going to parties. Dumbly, you had used the 'I have an exam in the morning. I need to study' excuse one too many times, and he eventually caught on to it. He stopped falling for your excuses. With his constant pestering, you caved in and let him drag you to every party he could possibly attend. You'd thought that after a while of the same partying scene, you'd get sick of it. Surprisingly, however, it's always a whole new set of memories associated with every party you've been to.
Tuning back into the obnoxious bass vibrating against the wall, you look around for your boyfriend, thinking he'd be back by now. You start getting nervous because you haven't been able to pick out your friends in the massive crowd. Ashton and a few of his frat brothers were the only people you recognized. You didn't dare go up to any of them because the last time you were with them, you were high.
Ashton snuck you up into his dorm that night. A few of his frat brothers were there too. The presence of weed was ridiculously obvious because Ashton was completely tripped out, along with his friends. They had casually handed you a blunt. At first, you denied it. You'd thought that because they were so high, you'd trick them into thinking you were already high.
Much to your dismay, they ignored your bantering and shoved the blunt in your face until you soon caved in. Having no experience with any kind of drug, you tried to take a long drag of it but ended up choking on the smoke cutting off your breathing supply. It took a few other attempts and suppressed giggles to successfully get a puff or two from the blunt.
But soon after, a puff or two turned into a blunt or two... or four. You barely remember much from that night, but what you can remember is Ashton. Amazingly, Ashton gets surprisingly vulnerable and needy when he's high. All you can recollect is Ashton's sloppy neck kisses. He'd acted like a giggly little kid seeking attention. He'd randomly attack you with kisses and when you tried to kiss him back, he'd explode into a fit of giggles and pull away. You had had enough of Ashton's games, so you pinned him down. From there, you two recklessly started making out in front of his friends; since then, you've hoped and prayed they were too high to remember.
"Where the fuck is Ashton?" you groan out loud. You didn't expect anyone to hear you, so it was a surprise to you when someone's voice found it's way to your ears.
"You here alone?" a voice from behind you whispers in your ear. With an uncomfortable dominance, the person's large hands grab ahold of your hips and drag you closer to his body. His breath trickled down your neck, and you cringed at the smell of alcohol rolling off of his tongue. You gasp as a shock of fear sends shivers down your spine. Frantically, you pull away from the mysterious person and turn around to face the culprit.
"Dude, what the hell?" you shout. Recomposing yourself, you smooth down your shirt and struggle to see the tall figure properly in the blinding strobe lights.
"Calm down, sweetheart. Don't you remember me?" he says. You scrunch your eyebrows and squint to get a better look at him. With the dark, wavy hair and the hideous point of his nose, it's impossible not to recognize him.
"Ja... Jacob?" you stutter after a long moment of silence. As his name escaped your mouth, the repressed memory of you and him suddenly hit you on the head.
"The one and only." Jacob smirks and walks closer to you, beer bottle held tightly in his hand. Yes, of course, he isn't just an asshole... He's a drunk asshole.
Jacob was one of your biggest mistakes in terms of university memories. You met him at the same exact party you met Ashton at. He was your biggest regret taken from that party. The way you introduced yourself to Jacob was not particularly how you introduced yourself to Ash. At the party, you met Ash before you were hammered out of your mind. You were presentable and your flirting was on point. After a dance or two, he slipped his number in your back pocket and walked away to get another beer without offering you one. Short and sweet.
However, you were still on the dance floor when Ashton left you; not to mention, one-too-many alcoholic beverages swirled through your system. Jacob had come up to you and grinded against you from behind; you didn't complain. In fact, you encouraged it. Skip a couple hours and chug a few shots... Now you're in the same bed as Jacob. You had hooked up with Jacob the night of that party, and Ashton's number was still resting in your back pocket.
"Fuck off, Jacob. I didn't come here to talk to you," you spat. Jacob was a complete dick to you the week after you two had hooked up. You knew that he'd be nothing more than what happened in his bedroom that night, but he didn't get that memo. If you were near him, he'd publically embarrass you in front of his friends, saying that you were the whore who came onto him first, or you were the most disappointing hook-up he's ever experienced. Eventually, though, he learned his lesson when you 'accidentally' kneed him where the sun doesn't shine.
"Well, I don't see anyone else talking to you," he retorts. He walked closer to you, the height difference becoming pathetically low.
"I'm just waiting for my boyfriend, so you can go along your merry way," you stammar. Despite how wimpy Jacob is, he still intimidates you. This statement holds true when his hands grip your waist roughly and crush his body against yours. You try with all your strength to get out of his grasp, but he's much stronger than you. With a permanent smirk plastered on his ugly features, he dips his head down to your neck slowly. Just as he was about to kiss your neck, however, Ashton comes to the rescue when he notices your struggling.
Ashton pulled you away from Jacob with a ridiculous amount of force and hugs you from behind. Desperate to feel something other than Jacobs grimy hands, your hands enclose around Ashton's arms. Ash, as if it's an automatic response, squeezes you closer to him. "What's your business with my girl, huh?" Ashton snarls. You feel Ash's muscles tense up, and that's when it dawned on you just how angry Ashton is.
"She seemed easy," was all Jacob responded with. At that, Ashton dropped his arms from around your waist and pushed you behind him. While watching the scene unfold before your eyes, you cringe at the thought of Jacob's hands ever touching you again.
"Easy, huh? If you're into 'easy,' buddy, my fists against your face seem like an easy possibility right now, doesn't it?" Ashton growls. His hands squeeze into a tight fist, and his jaw clenches up. His arm muscles flex as his hands twitch with the eagerness to punch the alcohol right out of Jacob's system. Mentally, you prayed Ashton doesn't get into a fight with Jacob. In honesty, Jacob is no match for Ashton.
"Whatever," Jacob dismisses. "By the way, bro... she's pretty shitty in bed." With that said, Jacob laughs and disappears into the crowd. Before Jacob left, though, you had to prevent Ashton from lunging at him. You pulled him back to you by his shirt and turned him around to face you.
"Why were you talking to him, babe?" Ashton interrogates. His hands unfold gently and cup your cheeks. His words were worrisome and angry, but his actions showed otherwise.
You shrug, unsure of how to answer. "I don't know, baby. I tried to get him away from me." Ashton wasn't buying that though. He needed more than just an 'I don't know.'
"Who was he? Did you know him?" he questions further.
"His name's Jacob. He was just a one time thing, I promise," you say. You were nervous about getting Ashton even more riled up. You've never seen Ashton so ridiculously angry before, and you weren't about to take any chances.
"One time thing? Are you sure, babe?" he asks. Behind the anger, you see a pang of hurt pierce through him as the question leaves his lips. His entire demeanor relaxes when he sees the reassuring smile on your face.
"Yes, I'm sure," you promise. Standing on your toes, you give him one quick kiss. "Is Ashton Irwin, frat president, jealous?" You wanted to lighten the mood, but you have to admit, Ashton getting as jealous and angry as he did definitely is a turn on for you.
"Nah, I'm not jealous," he says. You didn't believe a single word from that sentence. "I just want everyone to know that you're mine." He handed you the beer he'd promised you earlier. After taking a much-needed drink, Ashton takes his snapback off of his head and puts it on yours. "You're my girl."
You two finish off what's left of your beers, but you both needed more than just a few beers to get through the night. So many, many alcoholic drinks later, you find yourself being sucked into the growing mass of dancing drunks with Ashton. Deciding not to fight off the crowd you'd planned to avoid earlier, you move with them instead.
Swaying your hips to the beat, you wrap your arms around his neck and urge him closer to you. He laughs lowly and squeezes your hips. You two grind against each other to the pounding bass of the music. Time ticks by faster and faster, to the point where you began to lose track of it. Sweat starts glistening against your skin, and as you and Ashton focused on your dancing, you felt Ashton's hot and heavy breath fan over your shoulder. You look up at Ashton and push away the curls that fell in front of his eyes. This catches his attention, giving you a chance to cup his cheeks. With no hesitation, you pull him down and smash his lips against yours. Wasting no time, you deepen the kiss. Surprised by your sudden dominance, he laughs against your lips.
Within a matter of minutes, you two had escaped from the party scene and stumbled along to his dorm. You're both wasted out of your minds, so the journey to his dorm room was definitely a giggly mess. After fiddling with the keys and managing to unlock the door, Ashton grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into his dorm. He kicks the door closed and the noise rings in your ears.
With a smirk, Ashton backs you up against a wall and throws the snapback off of your head. He takes advantage of your vulnerability and kisses you with obvious urgency. His hands wander down your body, and when they skim over the curve of your hips, he bends his knees to reach around your thighs. He grips your thighs and helps you jump up to wrap your legs around his waist.
With you curled around him like a monkey, he pushed you against the wall and let go of your thighs, hoping you could support yourself. Quickly pulling away from the kiss, Ashton impatiently takes your shirt off and tosses it carelessly to the side. He resumes the kiss shortly after. His hands roam down to your bum and squeeze it gently. As expected, his groping and his kissing wasn't enough for you. You wanted more, and you already knew that he wants the same thing.
Showing your disinterest, you pull away and sigh. He scrunches his eyebrows, the worry etched in his face suddenly crystal clear to you. Giving no response, you dip your head down to his neck and start leaving sweet kisses wherever you could. Ashton gave you no reaction, so your kisses became longer and more desperate. Your lips searched sloppily for any sign of pleasure from Ashton. Just about ready to give up, his muscles tensing up to your last kiss told you otherwise. Finally, you realized what you had done. You hit his sweet spot.
His large hands had tightened their grip around your waist as soon as your lips brushed over it. You smiled against his neck and slowly started to suck on his sweet spot. Ashton's chest fell dramatically as planned breaths replaced his underexposed moans. At this discovery, a newfound energy filled you up with more lust than before. Ashton moaned softly, but you heard it catch in his throat just as quickly as the moan had escaped it. He was trying to hold back his moans, but his drunken mind couldn't handle such a task. You blew cold air over the mark, and immediately, you felt Ashton push his body against yours. You got the exact reaction you had hoped for.
"Someone's needy," you whisper against his jawline. Not waiting for him to respond, you pepper tiny kisses along his jawline and eventually work your way back up to his lips. After leaving kisses on each corner of his lips, you hover over them. Ashton tried to kiss you, but you pulled away swiftly before he had a chance. Just as gracefully as Ashton had done, you tear his shirt off and drop it on the floor."You know what we should do, Daddy?" Your fingertips trailed over his abs, leaving a burning road of pleasure over his skin.
"W- What?" he stutters.
"We should take this to the bedroom," you mumble against his lips. Happily, he obliges. Eagerly gripping your thighs again, he leads you to his bedroom. Anticipation pricked at your skin and temptation got the best of you. As you inched closer to his door, you started kissing every possible available area on his face. Since the door was already open slightly, he just had to give it a little nudge. Once you two entered the bedroom, Ashton blindly walked forwards until his legs collided with the bed. Slowly, he leaned down and laid you on the bed, so he still ended up on top of you.
You tried to keep your legs snaked around his waist, but Ashton didn't allow that. Moving down from your waist to the underside of your thigh, he forced your legs to unravel around him. Once Ashthon successfully completed that task, his warm hands plant themselves firmly around your hips, and he pulls away from your sloppy kisses.
With a smirk, his lips find their way down to where the underwire of your bra rests contently. He peacefully starts kissing down your stomach as his curly locks tickled the skin still tingling from what his lips had left behind. As his lips massaged a profound melody of pleasure on your body, his hands began to fiddle with the button of your jeans. Not even seconds later, your pants are thrown across the room, along with his shorts and your bra.
As soon as his lips reached the thin waistband of your underwear, he stopped his kisses. You squirm under his touch, knowing he's doing this to tease you. "Daddy..." you whimper. "Please, baby... please."
Ashton laughs against your skin, sending vibrations to pierce through you. Unable to form words, you automatically whimper in response. Much to your surprise, Ashton's fingers hook through the waistband of your panties and slides them off with ease. He brings his head down in between your legs and leaves open-mouthed kisses all around your inner thighs. Ashton takes his time moving to your core. When he does, it's as if he's moving in slow motion.
Unable to wait much longer, your hands grip his hair and push him closer to your throbbing heat. Finally getting the reaction he wanted from you, his tongue works its way up your slit and back down. The more his tongue teased you, the slower his movements became. His tongue moved at a leisurely pace, but it was intentional. Ashton knows that he's not giving you what you want - what he was offering you was not enough. "Daddy!" you unexpectedly yelled. "For fuck's sake, just... please!" Your words came out slurred and incoherent. Nothing you were saying gave your actual feelings any justice. You tensed up, waiting for what Ashton had in store for you.
Moments after your plead, Ashton's tongue flicked against your clit. This sent you into an ocean of pleasure instantly. You were too caught up in that moment to realize that one of his fingers had also eased into you. Agonizingly awaiting your high, you breathe heavily and let a few of your moans escape your mouth and twirl around in the air. At the sound of your moans, he interpreted it as a sign to take this one step further.
With your breathing getting louder and heavier, and your orgasm quickly approaching, his teeth begin to nip gently at your clit and his finger pumped at a steady pace. Your high was building up faster and faster; at this moment, you're fragile. Anything could break you. When Ashton added another finger inside you, it sends you into a frenzy. Unable to hold your orgasm in, you arch your back as a melody of moans and whimpers twist through the thick atmosphere. Your heart rate struggled to slow down as Ashton cautiously licked up what he had missed when you released.
When your breathing eventually calmed down to it's greatest extent, Ashton weaved a trail of kisses up your body that left your skin boiling with lust. By the time Ashton reached the valley between your breasts, your stomach was in knots and your burning desire to love Ashton was getting undeniably noticeable. Within a matter of time, Ashton's lips were hovering above yours. With you craving more of Ashton, you wasted no time pleading for something you should've gotten a long time ago.
"Ashton, I need you," you breathe onto his lips. "I need you inside of me." Ashton smirked as you pinched the waistband of his boxers, indicating just what you wanted. Ashton doesn't reply to your begs, so you decide to take initiative. You attempt to aid Ashton with taking his boxers off, but your hands were shaking with too much anticipation to be much of a help.
Placing an extended kiss on your lips, Ashton reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom. Refusing your help, he puts it on and smirks as you watch his every move. Seconds later, Ashton's dominance proves itself to exist as he positions himself directly above you once again.
By the sound of your pleads, he eases himself into you and cautiously paces himself. Mid-kiss, his moans vibrate against your lips, sending chills down your entire body. Ashton's large hands rest on your waist and rub small circles in your tingling skin. One hand, though, traveled down your body and, soon enough, danced lightly over your clit. At this rate, your orgasm picks up it's pace rapidly.
Suddenly getting sloppy with his thrusts, Ashton kisses down to your neck and starts speeding up, indicating his high was nearing. Your hips try to move gracefully to the rhythm Ashton has created by himself as he nips at the skin of your neck. His fingers rub your clit with no designated speed, yet affected you all the same. To distract from the undeniable pleasure his fingers offered you, you tilt your head to allow his lips more access; he appreciatively trails open-mouthed kisses against your fragile skin.
Both of you were now approaching your highs. Your syncopated moans were the only things filling up the room, and hearing Ashton's low groans of pleasure against your skin was just enough to throw you over the edge. Because of your previous orgasm, you built up to this one much faster than Ashton. The quicker Ashton thrusted into you, the louder your moans became. The faster his fingers worked against your clit, the more your vulnerability stuck out.
Soon enough, your back arched once more as your body geared itself up into overdrive. Your moans turned into one last scream when you finally released. As your heart pounded against your chest, you dig your nails into Ashton's shoulders to release some of the extra pleasure your body couldn't handle alone.
Shortly after, Ashton's hands push you down on the bed. Just as you relaxed yourself out of your euphoria, Ashton quickly approached his orgasm. His body shook as an overwhelming shock of anticipation escaped his body in one quick motion. His back bent in hopes of stretching the time of the orgasm. You two easily rode out your highs to get your breathing back to normal. Just when you thought Ashton would collapse on top of you, he leaves a lingering kiss on your lips before standing up.
Ashton discards the condom and in devastating silence, you two got dressed quickly. Unable to wait, you grab Ashton's wrist, causing him to drop the tee-shirt in his hand. His skin is glistening with sweat, but that doesn't bother you. He turns to face you, and instead of giving him the explanation he expected, you kiss his lips graciously.
"Tomorrow, Daddy, you won't be so dominant," you whisper after pulling away. With a sway of your hips, you leave his dorm, letting Ashton recover from the daze you inflicted on him.

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