5SOS Oneshots by 5soslore

Partition Songfic - Ashton Irwin Smut

Red nails drummed against the smooth leather of the seat at your side, tongue casually circling your matching cherry lips as you remained in a stiff, rigid position with one leg crossed over the other. Cool air drifted from the air conditioning system and caused goosebumps to erupt along your skin, slipping through the thin silk of your dress and chilling you to the bone. You shot a harsh side glance toward the car door. Where the hell was he?

No sooner had the blood begin to boil beneath your skin at the thought when the door swung open, and a lean figure slipped into the limousine beside you with all the ease and grace of an elephant. Ashton's towering self nearly barrelled straight into you as the car filled with the sound of his infectious giggles and strangled profanities.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groaned, nearly choking on his laughter as he struggled to straighten himself up.

You eyed him skeptically as he yanked the door shut with his foot and leaned back far in his seat to tuck the hem of his crisp, white button-up into his trousers. You could see his broad chest visibly strain against the fabric of his shirt as he contorted his body this way and that, shoving his hands beneath the waistband and causing even more disorder to his appearance.

"Jack, we're ready to go!" Ashton called to the chauffeur.

Not a moment later, the limo began to pull out of your drive and onto the road ahead so that you could finally breathe a sigh of relief. You glanced down at your watch and already began calculating the time it would take to reach the club now that you'd been set back by Ashton's delay -- over an hour. Over an hour with your boyfriend, in a confined space, and all you wanted to do was strangle him for being such a lazy ass.

You'd already distanced yourself from him with your body turned directly from him and pressing as far into the opposite wall as possible, not lending a single look in his direction as he chattered on as though nothing were wrong.

"What do you think, babe?" his voice suddenly intruded your thoughts.

A warm touch rested on your arm and encouraged you to turn towards him, you reluctantly agreeing with a tight frown curved on your lips.

"Well?" Ashton spoke again, this time gesturing towards his attire to ask for your approval.

Instead of responding immediately, your eyes scanned over his sloppy, wrinkled suit, and your frown deepened.

"You look like shit." you stated bluntly, to which Ashton laughed.

A grin was still plastered across his face as he leaned over and cupped his hands beneath your backside, easily lifting you onto his lap with your legs on either side of him.

"Fix me."

God, you couldn't stand that smug look on his face when he spoke up to you with his eyes on yours and his hands still resting comfortably on your rear, but you chose to ignore it all and do as he asked, making quick work with his disheveled suit.

You leaned slightly into him, your hands diving beneath his waistband just as he had before, only this time you could feel a smirk start to grow on Ashton's lips as you tucked his shirt into his trousers. Your eyes flickered up to his briefly, but one glance was all it took to recognize the familiar look of amusement...and maybe the slightest bit of arousal. His hips jerked up a little under your touch, supposedly trying to 'get comfortable' but you knew better.

"Don't be angry with me." Ashton leaned even further into you, now practically humming against your skin with his head buried in the crook of your neck, "Please."

Your fingers tightened around his tie as he moved his hands up your bare back, giving a playful tug to the ribbon holding your gown in place. You pulled somewhat harshly on his black tie.