𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

Possessive (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Ashton becomes jealous after he sees (Y/N) talking with her ex. 
Based on Sexual Prompts #36: "You are mine. Do you understand?", #38."Well, I make the rules." & #39: "Why don't you use that smart mouth of yours for something else?" (Smut / Edging / Degrading / Unprotected Sex / Post-Fight Sex / Oral; Male Receiving)
This is an NSFW imagine. If you feel uncomfortable reading stuff like this one, please scroll through the chapters to find something you might like. 
(Request: rypie200) (Words: 2.7k)

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The light tap on my shoulder makes me turn away from my friend, only to find Ashton standing in front of him. 
"What's up, love?" I ask, smiling sweetly at my boyfriend. 
"We are leaving." 
"When you say we..."
"I mean you and me, (Y/N). Come on, get your stuff, we are going." He states; his tone is neutral, the usual warmness of his voice suddenly gone. 
"I really want to stay. I haven't seen most of these people in a while." I protest, trying to decode his expression. 
"I said we are going." He growls, taking my wrist in his hand. 
"Ash..." I scoff, trying to pull away from his grip. 
"Can you for once do as you are told and not be a pain on my ass?" He snaps at me, jaw twitching as he breathes after the sentence. 
I stare at him shocked, suddenly feeling threatened by him and not in a good way. 
"Let me at least grab my jacket." I mumble, looking at my feet as I don't want to cause any other burst from him. 
He lets go of my wrist and I bring my other hand to rub the skin; I didn't realize that his grip was so hard until now that he has let go. 

I move quickly through the crowd of people attending the party, moving to the room where the coats are kept, eager to pick up my jacket and vanish from the party, and generally from a public setting. I feel intimidated by Ashton and the last thing I want right now is for him to cause a scene right in front of everyone. He isn't usually like that and I honestly have zero clues on what caused him to act up. 
I slip into my coat and head back where I left Ashton, waving some of my friends off. 
However, Ashton is nowhere to be seen, causing an awful feeling in my stomach. 
I look around me, trying to see if I can spot my boyfriend in the crowd, but even if he is in here, he is lost in the sea of party attenders. 
I decide to step out of the house and try to call him as I walk towards the front, hoping that he will answer and tell me where he is. 
But before I could bring my phone out of my purse, I see his car stopped in front of the gate, him waiting for me inside it. 
He still looks tensed as I enter the car and fasten my seatbelt, eyes focused on what's ahead and hands gripping on the steering wheel. 
From the vibe received, I make up my mind on not speaking, sensing that the moment I open my mouth we are going to pick up a fight. 
Instead, I fumble with the hem of my dress, not daring to even look at Ashton as he drives us back to our apartment, still giving me the silent treatment, even though I am completely aloof to what caused him to behave like this towards me. 

As Ashton unlocks the door to our apartment, I can sense that his mood hasn't changed one little bit. 
I decide to plainly ask him, try to figure out what goes on on his head with him. 
"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, trying to use my softest voice. Ashton slams his hand on the light switches, making me jump startled. 
"You have some nerve asking me what is wrong." He looks at me disgusted. It brings a horrible taste to my throat; never in my life have I thought that someone would look at me like that. 
"Ashton, if you don't tell me what I did wrong, I can't know what upset you." I state, trying not to stutter. 
"You were fucking talking to him. In a party where my friends were, and I was no further than 20 feet away, you were fucking talking to your fucking ex, who treated you like shit. And you are asking me why I am fucking furious." He is practically screaming at this point. 
"Ashton, calm down. It is 2 in the morning, people are sleeping. I was just talking to him. And he actually apologized about everything he had put me through. I was just talking, I don't know why you are making a big deal out of it." I try to explain to him, give him an understanding of the situation. 
"Why I am making a big deal out of it? Are you really asking me why? You are mine. Do you understand that?" He yells at my face, making me walk backward until my back meets the door. He moves with me as well, his face still tensed up, showing no will to stop this argument. 
"I was just talking. You are honestly making a huge deal out of nothing. I don't know what irked your insecurities, but this is beyond ridiculous." I try to push past him, but his body blocks me from moving. 
"Watch your words." He points out but only makes me even more furious at his sudden act-up.
"I am the one who should watch their words, Irwin? Me, and not you, with your delusional interpretation and temper tantrum in front of your friends? Please... I will accommodate myself in the extra room and you can talk to me again in the morning, or any other time you decide to take your head out of your ass and see things as they are. Until then, the sight of you makes me upset, so I will excuse myself from it." I bark, shoving him away from me. His hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me from making my way away from him. 
And as he makes sure that his grip leaves me no choice but to stay, he shoves me to the door, my back making a thud against the surface as I collide with it. Now his hand is around my throat, the coldness of his rings contrasting my hot from the argument skin. I gasp and move my hand to grab his, but he seems unphased. 
"Why don't you use that smart mouth of yours for something else?" He asks, forcing me to drop to my knees. I breathe harshly, trying to process everything that is going on. 
I like this expression of his frustration a lot better than the prior one.