𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

Dirty Pictures (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: (Y/N) almost shows her mom a picture she should never see. And Ashton is not all so happy about that.  (Smut /Public Place / Degrading Pet Names / Unprotected Sex)
This is an NSFW imagine. If you feel uncomfortable reading stuff like this, please scroll through the chapters to find something you might like
(Request: georgiaawoolley)  (Words: 2.4k)
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"You feel ok, love?" I ask Ashton as he parks the car in the restaurant's parking lot.
"I don't know. I feel kinda nervous, I guess..." He replies, rubbing his eyes as he sighs deeply.
"Why, baby? It's just dinner with my parents." I giggle, stroking his cheek.
"Yeah, just dinner with your parents... No pressure at all..." He groans and all I can do is laugh at how awkward and cute he is.
"Need I remind you that you've met my parents before, not once, nor twice, but many man times?" I ask, bopping his nose.
"Every time is a different test." He sighs and I shake my head at him.
"Would it help you calm down if I showed you again some pictures from last night?" I ask, making him turn his head to me.
"You could try..." He shrugs, earning a chuckle from me.
I pick my purse from the front of my seat and fish out my phone, scrolling through it to find the pictures he took of me.
"Just remember, I still have a shit tone of those amazing lingerie you brought me from tour that I haven't tried yet..." I whisper in his ear, leaning closer to leave a kiss to his cheek.
"You will be the death of me, pretty girl." He breathes out, not taking his eyes away from my phone.

We walk into the restaurant, our fingers tangled together. I feel his grip on my hand getting tighter as we approach the table my parents are seated. On his other hand, Ashton holds a bouquet of flowers for my mother, in an effort to impress her. Well, honestly, he does it because he feels like doing it, but it surely works in his favor.
"Hey, mom... Hey dad." I greet them with a smile, letting go of Ashton's hand, not before stroking my thumb over the back of it though.
"Sweety, long time no see." My mom cheers, standing up to hug me.
"Huh, life has been hectic lately, mom." I reply, smiling before moving to hug my dad.
"Ashton, honey. Look at you... You look even more handsome now." I hear my mom say.
"Hi, dad." I kiss my father's cheek, hugging him close.
"How is my princess?" He asks, kissing my forehead.
"Good, good. Just, you know, a little tired from traveling." I smile and shake my head.
"People pay to travel the world and you do it for a job... Don't complain, princess." My dad protests, bringing a chuckle to my lips.
"I am not, daddy. I promise." I smile, taking a seat at the table.
"I know, honey. You look really great." He replies, sitting across from me. Ashton joins my side, taking the seat next to me. I catch a glimpse of my mom taking a whiff of the flowers Ash brought her and smiling in awe.
"So, Ashton, how is your band doing?" My dad asks, cutting straight to the point. My dad doesn't really approve of Ashton, still believing the whole rockstar stereotype, so he is extra harsh when it comes to him. I hate that Ashton has to prove his worth every time he meets my parents, but he does without a complain, making me feel worried about the moment he realizes that I am simply not worth all of that and cut me off his life.
"We are doing great, sir. We recently dropped our new album and it is on the top charts for weeks. We are back on our old glory." Ashton replies; I can hear the spark in his voice, which only brings a smile to my face.
"And what about the tour? My daughter sent us all those pictures from all those cities, but we've never heard the stories." He asks again. My hand goes from the menu I am holding to Ashton's thigh, stroking it in an effort to provide him with some comfort.
"Uh, so many stories. I am lucky I am able to live so many adventures with my friends and now with (Y/N). This has been the first tour that (Y/N) was able to join from the start to the end, so it feels extra special this time." Ashton smiles, placing his hand on top of mine.
Before my father could ask anything else, the waiter approaches us, putting a pause to Ashton's torture.
"What can I get you?" He asks, making us all contemplate our orders.