5 Seconds of Summer Smut

exposed // a.i.

Request: Hey, can I ask you to write an Ashton smut where you meet at some sort of house party through a mutual friend, and y/n is a literature freak and Ashton is an artist and you two get into a heated discussion about he importance of keeping the art uncensored and he askes if y/n could model naked for him and one thing leads to another?

It's not always easy with a mother who is working as an artist. She is an art dealer but she is also painting herself and sometimes she organizes art auctions and exhibitions and I'm always forced to attend to those events. I love art but these exhibitions can get extremely boring, especially when there is no one you can talk to. Most of the time only elder people attended these kind of events and there is literally nothing I want to talk to them about. Sometimes young artists attend to my mothers art exhibitions to present some of their work but most of the time they are arrogant and rude and stay mostly to themselves.

Today was one of those nights where young artists had the chance to show some of their exquisite works. The room was slightly crowded and on the walls hung various types of paintings, some more interesting than others.

One set of beautifully painted pictures caught my attention. I admired the perfect choice of colors and the almost flawlessly detailed representation of a middle aged woman in a café, when a voice behind me said, "Pretty isn't it?" I turned around a saw a, rather sexy looking, young man with a huge smile on his face standing right behind me. I agreed. "It is."

"I especially like the painting next to this one." He smiled and pointed to a painting with a naked young woman looking out of a window. I snorted, "Obviously." The smile on the man's face grew wider, "Don't you like uncensored art?" He asked. I furrowed my brows, "That's not what I was saying. Your comment was just very typical for a guy."

"Well I agree but I really enjoyed painting it." My eyes widened at his last comment. "You painted them?" He nodded proudly. "Indeed. Ashton Irwin my name." He said and stretched out his hand for me to shake it. I gladly took it and introduced myself. "So, how do you like my work? It's good isn't it?"

"Wow. Someone's arrogant." I frowned. "But yes, I have to admit. It's not bad." I admitted. "Not bad? You were practically drooling over this one." He laughed and pointed to the paining of the old lady. I just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I bet you had a lot of fun drawing the other one."

"Well believe it or not but I haven't had sex with her afterwards if that's what you think. I actually think that uncensored art is important. The goal is to lift and change the divisions, perceptions, and boundaries within art. I want more people to see and agree with this. That's why I started painting uncensored. I want people to be everything and anything they truly want and desire without the existence of labels." He explained.

"I never saw it this way. It's a great way of thinking. I really like the idea of it." I said.

"Why don't you let me paint you then?" He asked. "Me? No way."

"Why not?"

"Because..." I started but I didn't see a reason why I shouldn't do it. "No you know what. Fine. Let's do it."

"Perfect. Are you free tomorrow?"

"I am."

"Good. My place, around 5.30 p.m?" I nodded. "Sounds good." A wide smile spread over Ashton's face while he wrote down his address and phone number. "You're definitely the pretties and sexiest model I've ever had." He smirked and his eyes travelled up and down my body. I rolled my eyes again, "See you tomorrow Ashton."

**

Nervously I drove to the address Ashton wrote down for me yesterday. I wasn't quite sure what to expect from today, I mean I was about to model naked for a guy I only met yesterday. It was actually so ridiculous. Slightly I shook my head and tried not to overthink this little art project.