† Ashton Irwin Smut for Virgins

Yayo Daddy

1950's AU / Greaser!Ashton

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"He's looking again!"
"He's so like crazy."
"Oh just go talk to him!"
"If you don't I will."
You shot a glare to your best friends, they were teasing you about the leader of the town's resident Greasers. His gang had turned up to a late night viewing at the movie theater drive-in, an unusual spot for the rowdy group on a Friday night. You were blushing lightly at your friends excitement and refusing to look over to the crowd from the hood of Eleanor's car upon which you were currently sitting. But you jerked your head round in shock to the sound of the smashing of glass. You quickly cited the source of the noise from the Greasers. You took the opportunity to scope out the scene, and bit your lip as your gaze crossed the gorgeous sight of Ashton Irwin. He was laughing loudly at the broken car window. His curly hair which was usually slicked back was now unruly under a bandana. Tight black jeans clung to his thighs and a black leather jacket adorned his top half. You choked back a whimper as he lit a cigarette, the lighter being dwarfed in his large hands. You faced back to your friends beside you, surprised to see their eyes still glued in the direction of Ashton. You nudged them with your elbow.
"Guys! Stop looking! He'll get suspicious!"
They didn't say anything, but you could tell they were holding in a fit of giggles.
"What?" You questioned, narrowing your eyes.
"Who'll get suspicious of what?" You heard a low voice chuckle behind you.
You jumped and swiveled your torso to see who was talking. Your racing heartbeat calmed momentarily as you saw it was only Michael, one of Ashton's boys.
"Didn't anybody tell you that it's rude to eavesdrop?" You heard Nancy giggle from behind you, saving the day as you were too mortified to speak.
Michael threw a glance over your shoulder at her.
"That's cute." He smirked, making Nancy swoon.
"Sorry," You shyly started, "Why are you here?" You only realized how rude the question sounded after Michael raised his eyebrow at your comment.
"Ash wanted to see you." Michael casually stated, nodding his head in the general direction of Ashton's motorcycle.
Your eyes widened as your insides felt like they were going to explode. You nervously glanced at your friends once again, too terrified to think about why and before you knew it you had found yourself walking towards the Norton motorcycle, admiring it's black featherbed frame silently.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
Ashton's velvety voice startled you, making you jump in shock, much to his amusement.
"Yeah." You managed to stutter.
"My uncle bought it for me. He had it sent over from London." Ashton walked around the bike, stroking the black leather seat almost invitingly.
"It suits you," You took a minute to ponder your strangely worded sentence, "Wait, I meant..."
"It suits my personality?" Ashton chuckled.
"Your image, yes." You smirked at him, gaining confidence slowly.
He laughed again, looking at his shoes and shaking his head at your comment.
"You don't miss a lot do you?"
You studied his smiling face intently whilst shaking your head in answer to his question.
"Ashton... Why did you want to see me? We've never really spoken before and—"
You stopped nervously babbling as you saw his walk around the length of the motorcycle, coming up to your side, placing a hand gently on your hip.
"I know you like me."
"W-what?" You stuttered, staring into his mesmerizing hazel eyes.
"It's okay," His other hand came to your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "Do you know how crazy you make me Y/N? With that cute little cheerleader uniform at school, I can't believe I've lasted this long without you baby."
You were blushing furiously at his words, but not failing to notice how his crotch was progressively moving closer to yours.
"Ashton!" You lightly hit his arm, realizing that other people might be watching and would spread rumours.
"Alright, alright," He backed away and put his arms up in surrender, but his unfaltering grin told you he could read your mind so no offence was taken, "Wanna peel out?"
The way he looked at you, it was almost as if he expected you to say no to getting out of here with him.
"Well my friends will be waiting..." You saw him nod in acceptance that you had declined his offer, "I'll go tell them I'm leaving."
You returned his cocky grin as you told him you'd be back in a minute. You had to restrain yourself from sprinting back to your friends. Once you finally reached them they were ecstatic.
"Oh my god, it's happening! I can't believe this!" Nancy cheered as you told her the situation.
"I want to hear everything tomorrow, if you're home by then." Eleanor winked at you.
"Oi oi! What have we got here?"
Your smile fell as you heard the familiar catcall.
"Shove off Charles!" Eleanor spat back to the boy leaning out his car window.
He was a jock on your school's baseball team, he was rude, obnoxious and knew no boundaries whatsoever.
"That's no way to talk to a potential suitor, Eleanor."
You grimaced at his slimy tone, Charles routinely tried to date any of the cheerleaders, meaning he kept harassing you all inside and outside of class.
"I will never go out with you!" She had to stop herself from screaming, you could practically see fury bubbling up in her chest.
"That's what you think."
"Get lost, Charles." You spoke up, almost bursting with anger.
"Drop dead twice Y/N." He looked you straight in the eye, close to getting out his car.
He had a particular stigma with you, after you embarrassed him in the middle of the cafeteria, declining his offer to prom.
"What, and look like you?" Ashton's hard tone startled Charles, causing his head to hit the rim of his open window.
He angrily got out of his car, and turned to face Ashton, who was leaning on the trunk of his car.
"Don't touch my car. And don't talk to me, dirty Greaser." Charles shoved Ashton's arm from the metal.
"Don't touch me. And don't talk to my girls." Ashton responded, looking at his arm where Charles pushed him before looking at the flustered boy.
"'Your girls', Irwin?"
"Well they sure as hell ain't yours." Ashton came back, "Get back in your flip-top and get outta here." He stonily said, his eyes glaring into Charles'.
The disgruntled boy just huffed, throwing one glance back at you and your friends before slamming his car door shut and speeding off, Ashton had just enough time to step forward out the way to save himself from getting blasted with exhaust fumes.
"You dolls okay?" He checked.
Your friends nodded their head silently, slightly in awe.
"Yeah." You breathed.
"Now if I'm not mistaken, we were leaving." Ashton smirked at you.
Nancy pushed you towards him, and you took his arm, extended for you. You shot a quick glance over your shoulder, laughing quietly as you saw your friends silently screaming for you. He led you to his bike, offering you his bike helmet, you strapped it on quickly as he mounted the motorcycle, revving it loudly. You sat side-saddle behind him apprehensively.
"What, you wanna fall off at the first turn we get to?" He commented on your positioning.
You giggled lightly and swung your leg round to the other side of the bike, now realizing he wouldn't think badly of you even though your dress was now bunched very very far up your thighs.
"That's better." He grinned round at you, "Hold onto my waist." You went pink as you did what he told you, "You're a natural."
"Thanks." You laughed.
"And I think you look like a bonafide Greaser chick in that helmet. It looks good on you."
He hit the gas and you sped off, his compliment lingering on your mind as he steered you both away from the car park.
"Ashton, where are we going?" You yelled over the roaring engine.
"Where'd you think?" He shouted back.
"A diner?" Ashton shook his head, "Your house?"
"Nah," He chuckled, "Third time lucky?"
You saw a road sign and another destination popped into your head.
"The beach?"
"Nope, but you'll see."