Smut / lemons

Ashton Irwin

The restaurant was buzzing with life, the sound of silverware clinking on plates and pleasant chatter filling every vacant space. They had ordered a table for fifteen, enough to fit the boys, any possible dates, friends and crew that came to celebrate the ending of their world tour. Everyone was already semi-intoxicated from the round of beers their manager had purchased for them as a gift, but Ashton chose to stay sober, knowing he would be the one who had to drive them home later on. He didn't mind, however. It was nice to enjoy this time with his favorite people without some substance impairing his judgement.

"You doing alright?" Ashton asked as he glanced over at his girlfriend Y/N, his hand resting on her knee.

"Everything's okay over here," Y/N responded, a smile curving up on the corners of her lips. Her hand rested on top of Ashton's, their fingers awkwardly tangling together. Ashton's attention returned back to the conversation across the table between Feldy and Calum, immediately chiming back in with some witty remark that earned an eruption of laughter.

Y/N's free hand reached across the table, picking up her water glass before bringing it to her lips for a long sip. Her mind was out of it tonight, bouncing from subject to subject, leaving her often staring blankly at her half-eaten meal before her. The subject that seemed to cross her mind a lot tonight was Ashton, and how stunning he looked in that navy blue button-down shirt he had picked out, slightly wrinkled from being packed up in his travel bag for so long.

Y/N's gaze lifted from her plate and shifted lower, focusing on her boyfriend's hand. His fingers absentmindedly brushed along the exposed skin of her leg, sending a slight shiver down Y/N's spine as they slowly crept further down. Ashton was totally unaware of the effect his actions had on Y/N, his full attention put into the conversation he took place in. Damn you, Irwin.

An uncomfortable pressure started building between Y/N's legs, her mind urging her boyfriend's freakishly massive hand to inch closer to where she wanted him. His hand was resting on her thigh, fingertips drumming lightly against the skin. Y/N waited for Ashton to stop talking before she made a move.

Ashton picked up his drink and brought it to his lips, barely taking a sip before Y/N slid his hand under her dress and in between her legs. Ashton choked on his water, eyes widening as he glanced over at Y/N. "What are you doing?" He whispered in shock, eyebrows furrowing as he quickly looked down at his hand.

"Touch me," Y/N hissed back under her breath, her fingers wrapped around Ashton's wrist. Her lower lip caught between her teeth to suppress a moan as she felt his fingertips brush her swollen clit, her eyes staring pleadingly into Ashton's.

"Not here," Ashton muttered, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. "We're in public, baby. The guys are here. My manager is here."

"That hasn't stopped you before," Y/N egged on, her lower lip curling out into a pout that she knew Ashton couldn't resist. She batted her eyelashes, shooting him the puppy dog eyes that made him melt.

A wicked smirk curved onto Ashton's lips as he slowly leaned in, his lips barely grazing Y/N's ear. "So you wanna be like that tonight, hmm, baby? You want it like that?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, a shaky whimper escaping her lips as she felt Ashton's fingers start to press against her center. His lips placed a gentle kiss against her jaw, his smirk only growing. Ashton returned back into the conversation again, his fingers focused on rubbing Y/N's clit in teasingly slow circles. Y/N suppressed another cry, her thighs closing around his hand. Ashton, however, didn't like that. His hand immediately slid out, slowly pushing her legs open wide enough for him to access. Good thing the tablecloth hid everything that was going on, because the guys would be having quite the show right now.

Before Y/N could react, Ashton had slowly pushed her panties out of the side, immediately sinking one of his slender fingers knuckle-deep inside of her. Y/N's hands grasped onto the white linen tablecloth, emitting a silent squeak as Ashton's finger curled inside her. The smirk on Ashton's face was uncontrollable at this point, but he still carried on as if nothing was happening under the table.

Ashton slipped in a second finger moments after, pumping them deeper inside of Y/N's heat until they prodded at her sweet spot, Y/N in pure bliss. She was scared to open her mouth, afraid the moans would tumble out for the entire restaurant to hear.

Y/N's orgasm drew close, her walls clamping down around Ashton's fingers as he maintained a steady pace, the slick sounds muted by the loud chatter and faint music in the background. She squeezed his wrist tightly, a sign that she was close. Ashton immediately understood and slid his fingers out, nearly tearing a shout from Y/N's chest.

"I'll be right back," Ashton mumbled, shooting Y/N a wink before getting up from his seat. "Gotta take a leak."

As Ashton walked away from the table, Y/N could see him bring his fingers to his lips, discreetly sucking them clean.

"Sorry, there was a line," Ashton apologized as he slid back into his chair, eyes avoiding his peeved girlfriend beside him. Y/N's cheeks were flushed a dark pink, her eyes squinting into dagger-like slits as she glared Ashton down. The guys seemed indifferent to what was going on, immediately welcoming him back into yet another conversation, this time about space aliens.

Right as Ashton opened his mouth to speak, Y/N reached over to his lap and let her hand rest on his crotch, squeezing gently. Ashton's voice broke mid-sentence, earning some suspicious looks from the others. He quickly covered up with a cough, causing Y/N's lips to turn up in the same shit-eating smirk he had minutes ago. Y/N felt him harden beneath her palm, his teeth sinking into the inside of his lip.

"You okay?" Calum asked from across the table, eyebrows furrowing as he swallowed down another mouthful of food. "Is puberty hitting you again, Ash?"

"We're here for you, man. Puberty is rough," Michael commented with a grin, nudging Calum's side playfully.

"I'm good," Ashton muttered, cheeks flushing red as his resisted the urge to grind against Y/N's palm. His eyes darted over to Y/N, narrowing into a glare, as if he were telling her to cut that shit out right now. His eyes said to stop, but the growing bulge under her hand was telling her otherwise. Y/N responded with a sickly sweet smile, her eyelashes batting once against as she continued to make her boyfriend fall apart.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Y/N asked, cocking an eyebrow in mock concern.

"I hate you," Ashton hissed under his breath, his tone almost a moan. "Meet me at the car in five minutes, and don't you fucking dare be late."

With that, Ashton excused himself again to go get some fresh air, this time walking away from the table and heading directly for the exit.