Lashton One Shots

It's Your Angel Kiss Baby (Mpreg) (Contains Smut)

Prompt: What about an Mpreg?

Warnings: Mpreg. And Smut. Idk if any of you are uncomfortable with this. If you are then just wait until the next one. :)

Requested by: GreciiaOrozcoo(Cutie;))

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Third Person

It wasn't supposed to happen. It was the last thing that they ever expected. It never even came with a warning. Both boys still don't know why now, but they're glad. Don't understand? Let me roll back a few months.

8 Months Back

"Luke, do you want babies someday?" Ashton asks his boyfriend, looking up at him from where he's cuddled into his chest. Luke looks down, smiling at his adorable boyfriend.

"Of course. I would love to have babies." Luke smiles, kissing Ashton's head.

"When?" Ashton asks, tracing little patterns in Luke's shirt.

"When we get married." Luke says, tightening his grip on Ashton's waist.

"When're we getting married?" Ashton asks, innocently staring into Luke's eyes.

"When I propose." Luke answers, never getting tired of Ashton's question game.

"And when're you gonna do that?" The older boy asks, eyes hopeful.

"When it happens." Luke answers, making Ashton pout. Luke leans down, kissing the pout off of Ashton's face.

"I love you." Ashton says, touching Luke's lip ring with his finger.

"I love you too, cuddle bug." Luke kisses Ashton sweetly, cupping his cheeks. Ashton giggles, making Luke's stomach flip.

Ashton giggles are from the devil.

Ashton wraps his arms around Luke's neck, the blond flipping them over so that he's straddling the shorter boy. Luke kisses him deeper, wanting every single inch of Ashton. He bites down on Ashton's lip, making him gasp. Luke takes this moment to slip his tongue inside Ashton's mouth. Ashton sucks on it, tasting the chocolate cake they had earlier. He giggles again, Luke going mad. He experimentally grinds down on Ashton, making him let out a groan.

"When was the last time we did it?" Ashton asks, pulling away. Luke thinks for a moment, shocked for a minute.

"'Bout a month ago." Luke answers, making Ashton whine.

"Too long." Ashton shakes his head, pulling Luke down to kiss him again.

"I agree." Luke mumbles against Ashton's lips, grinding down on him again. Ashton whines, pulling Luke impossibly closer.

"Less clothes, more skin." Ashton breathes, tugging on Luke's shirt. Luke quickly rips off his and Ashton's shirts, trailing hot kisses down Ashton's jaw, neck, chest, and stomach. The smaller boy whines, his skin tingling wherever Luke is touching him. This is a regular thing really. It's starts off completely innocent-with the exception of a few sneaky touches. But they're both filled with so much want-mostly need-that no matter what the intentions are, it turns very dirty, very fast.

It's as if they both crave the other's skin, thinking that they'll die if they don't touch it, kiss it, lick it, paw at it, any type of contact really. They both have the control-the power-to make the other feel on fire, singeing with the slightest touch. Fingertips are all it really takes to create a puddle of Ashton, or Luke.

Ashton tugs on Luke's skinny jeans, obviously wanting the tight-seemingly dangerous to his circulation-material off of his boyfriend. Luke leans up and kisses Ashton one last time before he-painfully slowly-pulls his pants off, leaving him in a pair of-unsurprisingly-Ashton's boxers. Luke notices the slightly annoyed look on Ashton's face.