No Shame

An Ashton Irwin Fanfic.

WARNING:
MATURE AUDIANCES ONLY. 18+
Graphic Smut // Drug use

Read at your own risk

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"Sweetheart..." he began, his large hand snaked behind your back to your neck, cupping your jaw. His eyes flickered as they looked in yours, holding you still. He smiled, that smile you loved so much, his face came inches from yours. You felt the breath of his nose on your lips, frozen in your spot.

"I've wanted this the moment I laid eyes on you", he confessed.

Oh.

Your lips had a mind of their own - before he could say anything else, they were on his. Those lips you've carefully studied for four months, now. The lips he was constantly putting chap-stick on. The ones he bit just a bit during interviews when he was nervous. He tasted like weed, mint, and him. His lips were silky, his movements were harsh yet soft, and you remember thinking: I could do this for hours.

You felt his hands freeze and then grip your waist, pulling you closer to him so you were chest to chest. Frantic, you grabbed his face and licked his bottom lip, a tiny moan leaving your mouth, surprising him when you rolled your hips on his. Without even hesitating, he pulled back at your noise, his wild eyes on yours, dark.

"Yeah?" he nodded slowly, consenting to this.

Your lips attached to the spot under his ear, sucking it gently and quickly, making him huff and pull you closer.

"Please touch me, Ash"