𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

Close (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Joining Ashton on tour means that (Y/N) will be spending a big amount of time in a teeny tiny bunk. But that doesn't stop her from getting what she craves.
(Smut /  Unprotected Sex / Oral; Female Receiving / Rough Sex / Slight Spanking / Daddy Kink)
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) (Words: 2.6k)
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Needy hands exploring bodies, skin pressed against skin with that sweet, sweet buzz from having one too many, for the first time in quite a few days, it feels like home, being with Ashton in this teeny tiny bunk bed. His lips move against mine softly, slowly, almost like he is sure we have all the time in the world together.

I feel mellow, warmth seeping through my chest as he smiles against my lips, occasionally brushing away the stubborn strand of hair that keeps falling on my face. Space is limited, we are on top of each other even when we are not trying, so I can feel his hard-on on my stomach, making me giggle a little as I bite onto his bottom lip.
"You have a boner." I tease him, earning a chuckle.
"I am making out with my dream girl. I have no control over it, really." He replies, holding my face in his hand as we both draw in a breath.
"You sound like a high school jock trying to get in the girl's pants." I cackle and he hums.
"Is that another one of your roleplaying fantasies?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me, showing he is clearly interested in that.
"Could be." I reply sassily, tilting my head to the side.
"Oh, really?" He asks, inching up my t-shirt.
"Wanna try it tonight, pretty girl?" He asks me, sliding down my body. His lips lower to my stomach, planting sot pecks all the way down the button of my jeans.
"Actually, I want it rough tonight, daddy." I purr, bucking my hips up a little. He looks up at me, throwing me a sly smile as his fingers work on unbuttoning my pants
"How rough are we talking, princess?" He asks me, unzipping my zipper inch by inch. I feel my stomach clench at the thought of how dirty I want it to be, how rough I need him to turn, and really, how hard I want it to be for me to walk in the morning.
"As rough as it can get, daddy." I bite my bottom lip and look at him, watching as his face tenses a little, crawling up to me. He grips my chin, making me look at him in the eye.
"Are you sure, pretty princess?" He asks; his eyes are clouded with lust, the question is nothing but typicality. I simply nod, my heart beating a little faster.
"Use your words, little one." He whispers in my ear, biting on my earlobe at the end. His breath fans on my neck, making a complaint come out of my lips.
"Pretty please..." I manage to mumble, stretching my neck to give him access for more kisses, or luckily, marks and hickeys.
"Pretty please, what, princess?" He demands to hear it, he demands of me to let out the words.
"Pretty please, fuck me until I can't see straight, daddy." I state in a whisper, closing my eyes as his teeth sink in my skin.

He hums pleased at the mark that is left on my neck as he pulls back and takes a look at what he has achieved.
"I need you naked, on your stomach, in the next minute." He says coldly, unbuckling his belt. For a second I freeze, looking at him to pinpoint if he is serious or not. He watches me sternly, tongue pushing against his cheek while waiting for me to act as he ordered.

I shimmy out of my jeans quickly, pushing it with my feet to the side of the bunk. He moves slower than me, undressing sluggishly, knowing that he has time.
I practically tear my t-shirt off my body, knowing by the way he is looking at me that I am running out of time and he is running out of patience.
Shakily, my hands move behind my back, undoing the clasp quickly and dropping it next to me, lowering my hands to my underwear, but before I can even haul them down his fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me instantly.
"That's my job." He says through greeted teeth, staring down at me. I nod, crawling up so I can pose as he ordered. I lay on my stomach, stretching my ass out for him as I turn my head so I can look at him.
"Look at that ass. Look at that pretty ass, my pretty ass." He mumbles, running a hand over my butt. He gives me a tight squeeze, making my lips spread. I tug my top lip between my teeth, gawking at how fixed he is on me.
He grips onto the belt tightly, stroking a hand over my ass before the leather accessory snaps on my skin. I curl my toes and try to bring my legs closer to my torso, but he pulls me back into position by my ankle.
"Thought you wanted it rough, as rough as it gets... What's the matter, princess? Did you change your mind?" He asks me; his tone is loaded with irony, mocking me playfully.
"I was just startled, daddy." I mumble, shaking my bum from side to side. He hums happily, licking his lips as his belt lands on my ass again.
"God, I wish we had our toys with us... That pretty little whip, that princess plug... Maybe your pretty little vibe, the one I shove into your panties and leave you bound and writhing." He sighs, lowering my panties to my thighs. I whimper, feeling my pussy pulsing involuntarily.
"Fucking disgusting... Grooling like that when I am hurting you." He comments, pressing his thumb on my core. He strokes it quickly, spreading my wetness all over.
"I like pain, daddy." I reply, gulping thickly; knowing Ashton, I am sure that this has gotten to his head, made his thinking clouded and hazy.
"Give me your wrist... Behind your back, quick." He orders, giving me one more whip. I jolt forward, biting my lip to muffle the yelp that escaped my mouth. I move my arms behind my back, joining my wrists together for him.
"What a good girl." He praises. I feel him tie something on my wrists, keeping them together securely.
"Let me get a taste..." He mumbles. I see him lower his face on my core, his breath hitting on my sex and making me pulse around nothing.
His tongue swerves between my lips, traveling from my clit to my entrance, causing me to roll my eyes at how good this feels, how heavenly his tongue swirling on my sex is.
"My little honey-hole..." He mumbles as he resurfaces, leaving me with just that much of a high.
"Please... More..." I cry out, digging my nails in my palm. My hips wiggle in search of some stimulation on my sex, but nothing is giving me it. 
 And of course, Ashton finds my neediness amusing, chuckling as I practically hump nothing. "Look how needy my little slut is for me... How much more pathetic can you become?" He spits out the words, voice thickly clouded with irony. I make little whimpers, practically inaudible as I bury my face in the pillow, but loud enough for Ashton to scoff at.