𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

In between the bed sheets (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Ashton and (Y/N) spend the night together and have a discussion the morning after. 
Based on Sleep Prompts: #1: "The bed is cold without you", #6: "Carry me to bed.", #20: "I think your hair is cute when you wake up." &
Love Prompt: #1: "I am so in love with you." (Smut /  Unprotected Sex)
This is an NSFW imagine. If you feel uncomfortable reading stories like this one, please, scroll through the chapters to find something you might like. 
(Request: ellieholland973) (Words: 1.9k)

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"You look so beautiful." Ashton whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. I feel towered by his frame, however, this makes me feel safer than ever.
"I am just cooking." I comment, leaning my head back to rest on his peck.
"I know... You just look really beautiful, with your hair like that and wearing my clothes. I think the look suits you." He explains, placing his hands on my hips.
"Mhm... I bet it does..." I chuckle and he huffs.
"How long until the food is ready? The smell... It makes my stomach grumble." He moves his lips down my neck, planting a kiss on the curve.
"Just a few more minutes..." I reply, stirring the pot; his lips feel dangerously good on my skin for me to concentrate on anything else but them. I know he is not trying to turn this sexual, but for me, it is getting too difficult to keep my mind from running the dirtiest scenarios.

"I am so hungry, I could eat you up..." He moans, making me lick my lips.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" I ask, nearly whining. I turn around, finding Ashton looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed together.
"Doing what on purpose?" He asks me, confusion dripping from his voice.
"All that... The touching, the kissing... The innuendos... Are you doing it on purpose?" I ask, clearly hot and bothered.
"I am just touching my girlfriend. Is that not allowed?" He asks, shrugging his shoulders.
"Fletcher, you know damn well this isn't all you're doing." I fold my arms in front of my chest, looking at him.
"It's not my fault you get wet by the simplest thing." He sasses and I chuckle.
"It kinda is." I point out, making him hum as he puts his fingers through the loops of my jeans.
"Yeah? I am making you wet, princess? I am making you wet by just touching you? I got you hooked, huh?" He asks cockily, pressing me against the counter.
"I fucking hate you." I utter and he gives me a side smirk.
"I bet you do..." He states, slipping his thumb under the hem of my top, grazing it over my skin.
"Just... Fuck... Carry me to bed." I mumble, making him cackle at my reaction.
"What about the food?" He asks, pulling the pot away from the stove.
"There is something else I would rather have..." I state, wrapping my fingers around his wrist.
He sighs happily, squatting down a little to wrap my legs around his waist. He picks me up, causing me to hold myself steady by wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I've been thinking about you all day long." He states as he lays me on the edge of the bed. He turns on the bedside lamp, leaving the ceiling light off.
"You've been walking around with a boner all day long?" I ask, unbuttoning my jeans.
"Yeah, and a headache too." He replies, helping me lower my pants down my legs.
"Well, I can help with both of them..." I reply, while he moves down and brings his lips to press kisses on my abdomen.
"Bet you can, pretty girl." He chuckles, biting onto my skin softly.
"Come on, baby. I need you..." I purr, reaching to the hem of my top, raising it slowly until it is off my body. I leave it on the mattress, bringing my hand down to graze between my breasts.
"You are so damn needy... I love it." He takes a moment to get off his clothes, struggling a little in the dim light. I can't help but smile at the sight; he tries to act all cool and casual, but he beams with excitement, like a damn puppy.

He blindly tries to line up to my core, sighing frustratedly as he fails time after time.
"Wanna turn on the light, babe?" I ask, scooting down to get closer to him.
"I want this to be a little romantic..." He mumbles, running his tip up to my clit. I wince at the sudden touch, but then gasp as he finally slides inside me.
My eyes roll back, while a smile stretches to my lips as I feel him go in.
"Fuck..." He moans, letting me feel him inch by inch.
"Fucking finally." I utter, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hand goes to my breast, cupping it softly before he grazes his thumb over my nipple.
"I've been starring at these fucking nipples since I came... You know what the fuck you do to me when you go braless, baby?" He asks me, slamming onto me. His thumb runs in circles over it, roughening the peak a little.
"Should have just slipped your hand under my top, play with 'em while I cooked." I state, arching my back off the mattress a little.
"I should have, yeah... But we know I wouldn't leave it there, baby, don't we? We both know I would have slide my hand down your panties, play with your little pussy..." He groans, pounding me onto the mattress. His veins pulse on my walls, adding to the whole sensation.
"You should have just fucked me on top of my counter, then..." I rasp, clawing into the bedsheet.
"I should have. But the sight of you underneath me, with your tits bouncing and your face looking like that... Oh fuck, I wouldn't miss it for anything." He explains, bringing his hand to my hip.

"Ash..." I whisper, bucking my hips up to meet his thrust. He pins me down, pressing onto my body while he thrusts inside me forcefully.
"What, princess? What do you need?" He asks me. I bite my bottom lip, my hand flying up to cover my mouth with my wrist and minimize the noise I am making.
"You have to tell me what you want, angel." He teases, leaning closer to bring his lips to my neck.
"Deeper... A bit deeper..." I whimper, while he nips on my skin.
"Oh yeah? Deeper?" He asks, bucking his hips forward, guiding his full length inside me. My eyes flutter, feeling my gut tightening up as he grazes my spot.
"Oh, fuck... You are so good at this..." I groan, pulling at the sheet underneath us.
"I know..." He replies cockily, making me chuckle at him. He must have marked my neck for good, his lips and teeth have been practically attacking it.

The bed rattles as he slams onto me, adding to the little sounds we are making.
"Maybe we should record us sometime..." I note and he hums.
"Like a sex tape?" He asks, getting a little sloppy.
"No, voice notes... We should be on your next album, we are art..." I explain and he cups my face, turning it to make me look at him.
"This is for our ears only, baby." He asserts, his voice sounding deep, with a growl coming from the very back of his throat.
"I am so close." I grumble, shutting my eyes to concentrate on what he is giving me.
"Me too... I wanna cum..." He moans softly.
"No, not yet... It feels so much better when you cum after my orgasm. It is like a little extra shock." I nearly beg him to last a little longer.
"Fuck, now I have to think of random stuff and not stare at you and your pretty o-face." He groans, almost complaining.
"You definitely shouldn't stare at my face, nor my tits and the way they bounce. Definitely shouldn't... Maybe you should shut your ears and not listen to my moans and how good my wetness sounds, or the sound your skin slapping on mine makes..." I tease him, feeling his cock pulse inside me.

His hand grips my jaw, forcing me to face him.
"You think I am joking? You think I am playing, darling? Do you enjoy teasing me, making me suffer?" He barks at me, making my writhe underneath him.
I love it when he gets a little dark, when his face tenses back and he shows off his teeth.
"I am cumming." I chant, arching my back as I feel my walls convulsing around him and waves of euphoria running down my spine.
"Fuck..." He groans, gasping for air as he continues thrusting inside me, not letting the high subdue.
"This is too much... This is too much, I love it..." I nearly scream, legs shaking and nails digging into the mattress.
"Fuck, I am... Shit." He hisses, grounding his hips on mine, keeping his cock deep inside me as he cums, filling me up with warmth.
He stays stiff, panting as I go through the second wave of chills, this time a little less intense.
He brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly as we both try to calm down and stop shaking.

I didn't realize I have fallen asleep until I opened my eyes and there was light coming from my windows. I rax my body and yawn, turning to my side to look over Ashton.
But the bed is empty and he is nowhere to be seen in the room. For a moment I feel strange; it is not like him to get up and leave the morning after.
The weird feeling goes away as he walks into the room, still in his boxers and with his face swollen, probably from being awake for only a couple of minutes.
I smile at him and relax back on the bed, bringing the covers closer to me.
"The bed is cold without you..." I mumble sleepily, causing him to jump on the bed and land on my side before he hovers over me.
"I am sorry I left..." He whispers, kissing the tip of my nose.
"It's ok..." I assure him, reaching up to twirl one of his messy strands between my fingers.
"What?" He asks me, making my knit my eyebrows together.
"What?" I ask him back, confused as to what he is asking me.
"You are all smiley and gooey... Why?" He asks, making me shrug my shoulders.
"Nothing. I just... I think your hair is cute when you wake up... I can't get enough of the sight of you. I think I would be more of a morning person if I got to wake up next to you every morning." I explain; I haven't been this open, this vulnerable with him before, nor have I ever shared anything sounding like a future plan with him.

He looks at me for a few seconds, and I swear everything pauses until the corners of his mouth curl into a smile.
"I am so in love with you." He says happily, pressing his lips softly on mine, for a short second, before he gets under the covers with me, pulling me into a cuddle.
"I am not ready to get out of bed yet. And I don't think you are either."
"It's ok. We can stay here for a little longer. And then get up and eat something, because I have been hungry since last night and I really need food." He mumbles, running his thumb over the little dip in my back.
"I can order breakfast and have it delivered to us whenever we want to." I offer and he hums.
"Hey, about that thing you said, about being a morning person if you woke up next to me every morning... I think I want us to start living together."