Daddy, Please! // Lashton Smut

Daddy Please!

WARNING :
this has paragraphs that mention male pregnancy. if you are allergic / unaccepting / disgusted to men who can house a fetus inside their stomach, the door is open for you to skedaddle through. thank you, and happy reading if you tolerate mpreg content. bye.
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Ashton impatiently waited for Luke to come home from his work, watching Gravity Falls in Disney to kill some time. He clutched the can tightly between his fist, occasionally bringing it up close to his lips to take a sip of the wonderful softdrink.

The bulge was apparent on Ashton's navy-blue jogging pants, painfully throbbing as he tucked it deeper into his underwear. He tried so many procedures to remove his boner, such as cold showers, looking at pictures of grandmothers naked, even jerking off, but as soon as he climaxes, it once again gets hard.

He slowly rubbed his palm against his big tummy, feeling a pair of feet kicking inside it. A small smile made it's way to Ashton's face, his baby distracting him from the obvious bulge he sported. He sang a gentle tune of a lullaby, his angelic voice sounding through the empty house that he and Luke bought just a year ago, away from their parents' place at Australia.

The four of them, including their other two mates Calum and Michael, moved to Detroit about two years ago, testing their luck in the Americas for a successful music career. Fortunately, their Youtube channel grew immediately after their hit self-composed song She Looks So Perfect became viral in the internet, thus introducing their group '5 Seconds of Summer' or shortly known as '5SOS'. The other two lads moved to their own house right across the street, their own little ball of happiness troubling them.

Meanwhile, at Luke's cubicle at Hemwin Corporation, he scrolled through Twitter to read some inspirational and funny messages from their fans. He was sporting a huge smile, mainly from the hundreds of messages he received, but also from the boy waiting for him to come back home.

Ashton and Luke met at the Record Store in downtown Sydney nearly four years ago, Ashton working as a cashier and Luke looking for vinyls of All Time Low. Ashton had seen Luke skimming through the vinyl aisle, so he stepped in to help the lost boy.

The rest was history.

It was soon close to Luke's time to end his shift, so he cleaned his desk of unnecessary things and shoved them into their proper storage. He grabbed all the things he'll bring home, like files and such, and put it inside his black messenger bag.

Both of the hands of the clock hit the digit 6, signalizing that Luke's shift is over. He said his farewell to his co-workers and sprinted off the building, hailing a cab and stating the address of their house.

Ashton sat on their leather black couch, fidgety and restless as he craved Luke's touch. Ashton knew that being pregnant would result him in being horny and craving for sex, especially in his second trimester, but what he didn't knew was that it would be this intense.

The front door creaked open and Luke stepped inside the warm and cozy house. He saw his husband sitting down at their sofa, moving and changing positions every second, and a smile found it's home in his lips. He tip-toed towards the back of the sofa, his presence not noticed by his husband. He covered his husband's eyes and the lad squealed girlishly, panickingly grabbing his rough hands and tried to pry them off.

"Surprise," Luke's husky voice sounded softly yet seductively against Ashton's ear. God forbid that sound, it made him even hornier than he already is, and that's a bad thing. He could barely control his hormones that even a mug of coffee would sound like a good sex partner.

"Lukey," Ashton whispered, the craving and desire for Luke's heated touch becoming even more uncontrollable.

"Ash, what'd you have for dinner?" Luke asked, gently running his thumb down his partner's pale cheek.