𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

'I wanna be yours' by Arctic Monkeys (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Ashton and (Y/N) have been friends with benefits for a while now. But Ashton wants more. 

Based on Sexual Prompts #42:" You are mine and just mine.", #48: "Can I please cum?" & #50: "Just say the magic words and you will have all you desire, kitten." 

(Smut / Protected Sex / Teasing)
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: luciferatlantic) (Words: 3k)
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"(Υ/Ν), do you need a ride back home?" Calum asks me as he picks up his stuff. He looks really tired, on the verge of collapsing after a full day in the studio, but he is still all cute and smiley like a puppy.
"I'll take her home. I have promised her a burger, either way..." Ashton chimes in, patting Calum's shoulder. 
"Ok, I will see you tomorrow Ash. See you soon, (Y/N)." He greets us both before he walks off. 
"Ready to go?" Ashton asks as he slips his jacket on. I put my hands on my knees and push myself up from the couch of the studio while picking up my backpack.
"Where are we going to eat?" I ask him, walking next to him. 
"There is this bar across the street that has really nice burgers and really nice beers. Plus, it has a jukebox, which is totally weird, but I know how much you like those." He replies, pressing the button for the elevator. 
"Sounds great with me. By the way, I am so hungry so I might end up being a mess by the time I sink my teeth into the burger." I giggle, making Ashton chuckle. 
"It's alright. I have seen you way worse than that." He replies, placing a strand of hair behind my ear. 

We sit on a booth on the very back, seeking a little bit of privacy. Ashton slips a quarter in the jukebox before he relaxes on the booth. 
"Do you want a beer?" He asks me, scooting closer to me. 
"What are you drinking?" I ask back and he shakes his head.
"I don't drink anymore." He replies.
"I'll have a coke, then." I state and he nods. 
"You know I don't mind if you drink, right?"
"I know. I am not drinking if you are not." I assure him before he gets up to place our order. 
I get up from the booth and walk to the jukebox, looking at the list of songs available. 
I graze my finger over the list, tugging my lip between my teeth as I scan them. It is kinda empty in here either way, so it feels that sitting in the back wasn't that necessary, but I like the fact that it is secluded in here. So, without anyone to complain about my choice in music, I slip a quarter in the slot and press the button, letting 'Ain't no sunshine' play. I rest my right hand on my left shoulder, closing my eyes to take in the music. 
"Food will be here in 5. Are you ok?" Ash asks me as he approaches me. I nod my head, smiling at him but not moving. With a sigh, Ashton walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he brings his hand to mine on my shoulder. 
"Are you sure you are ok?" He whispers.
"Yes, Ashton. I am just trying to let this moment, this song, this experience sink in." I reply and he hums. 
"I have missed you. Really." He whispers. 
"I have missed you too." 
"How was your tour?" He asks me, making me turn my head to look at him. 
"It was good. It's surreal that so many people came to my shows." I reply, snickering at the thought of it. 
"Well, you deserve all those people and more. When are you leaving for tour again?" He asks, rubbing his thumb over my hand. 
"In 6 weeks. And then I am back in 8 weeks for good." I reply, already feeling a little overwhelmed. 
"I will go bring our food." Ashton states, taking his arms from around me. 

We shared our food while chatting about my tour and his days in the studio and about all the creative things in our minds. Ashton, out of all my friends is the one who gets my constant crave for putting all the things in my mind through the scope of creation. 
And the conversation continues in the car, myself becoming too absorbed in the conversation; I can listen to him talking for hours if not days.
"Ash...?" I whisper as he finishes talking. 
"Yes, (Y/N)?" 
"Want to stay over my place tonight?" I ask; I watch his face change with the realization of what I am asking him for. It is not the first time, in fact, these rendezvous have become almost ritualistic for us. But it is in a common understanding that no strings are attached between us, we are nothing more than two people enjoying each other's company, and gaining bodily satisfaction out of it. 
And in the beginning, for me, it was truly just that, nothing more. But as time passes and I seem to become more connected with him, my mind almost becoming one with his, I catch myself seeing Ashton through the spectrum of something else, something more of what we have. 
I try to fight it, tell myself that it is just a delusion from the proximity between us. And of course, this is just my failing attempts to hide from the truth, since I am clearly craving his touch again. 
"Of course I do." Ashton replies, giving me a side smirk.