#dom!ash

You can hear the party going on downstairs, the music is loud enough to reach the upper level of the house. 

“Absolutely dripping aren’t you? Fuck.” His fingers would slide in you with ease, earning a soft whimper. 

“Daddy.” The word was a plea as Ashton continued thrusting his fingers inside of you, his other hand running up and down your thigh before delivering a slap to the skin. 

“So good for me, listening to my instructions. How does this sound as a reward baby? Daddy eating you out with that party going on downstairs where anyone could hear us if they walked past or waited outside?” And just the thought of getting caught, you could hear the low chuckle as your walls clamped around his fingers in response.

“Please daddy. Please, I’ve been so good for you.” You barely breathe out in a rush, making him laugh as he gets on his knees.

“Don’t hold back little one.” And as his lips began to work in tandem with his fingers, you couldn’t have held back if you’d tried.

The way he worked you with ease, the moans were falling from your lips with reckless abandon, fingers gripping the porcelain sink as he pushed you into your first orgasm, his fingers and tongue relentless as you begged him not to stop.

“Oh daddy is gonna make sure you cover my tongue baby. And then maybe, you might just get to cum on my cock. You like the sound of that sweetheart?” His teeth sink into your ass cheek as he uses his fingers and thumbs, dragging a second orgasm out of you that leaves your legs trembling. 

And then there was a knock on the door, a familiar voice floating through to you both.

“Get a fucking move on Ash.” Calum’s voice snapped through the door and you froze as he laughed, finger fucking you to your third orgasm without so much warning.

“How about we let Cal in to watch, hm? Shall we take him back so he can watch me fuck you? Better yet, you want me to watch him fuck you? I know you’ve wanted that.” 

The moan that falls from your lips is sinful as he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean.

“You gonna be good for daddy and show Cal how loud you can really be?” His lips are by your ear and you whimper in response. “That’s not the correct answer sweetheart.” 

“Yes daddy.” He pulls you up, readjusting your skirt, his hand gripping your ass firmly as he opens up the door to a smirking Calum.

“There might be an empty room somewhere. Good enough for you both?” 

At this, Ashton slings his arm across your shoulders, a grin on his face. 

You stood side stage, the perfect view of Ashton doing what he does best. His words from the dressing room still ringing in your ears as you watched his muscles rippling beneath his shirt, the sheer force behind every blow to his kit had you weak in the knees.

Just as the boys finished up Valentine, Luke’s vocal riff sending thousands of fans into a frenzy, the venue went black and they ran off stage. Ashton stopped in front of you and locked onto your eyes while the other boys grabbed waters from the table behind you and took a moment to catch their breath. “Getting down to the end of the set, baby. Don’t forget what I told you.” His voice was low and breathless, he took your hand and placed it over the zipper of his jeans, he was still hard. In that moment you were grateful for the dim lighting shielding you from the prying eyes of his bandmates and the crew backstage. He let go of your hand and looked past you, taking the water bottle that Calum had extended, he took a drink quickly and shot you a wink before turning to run back out on stage.

  You watched in awe as he stood on his drum kit, the crowd screaming as a spotlight fell on him and the remix audio for Meet You There began to play, he looked like a god. He hopped down and started his solo, your favorite part of the show. The boys rushed back out onto the stage, one of them touched your shoulder as they passed, but you were too fixated on Ash to know which one. You could feel every single beat in your throat, the vibrations from his drums radiating through you.

You stuck around to the end of the song, your heart pounding against your rib cage when Ash glanced over and shot you a wink before transitioning into Jet Black Heart. You turned away after another moment of pure captivation, and headed back towards his dressing room.

You shut the door behind you, found your bag, you pulled out your brush and ran it through your hair before walking into the bathroom to freshen up. When you returned, you grabbed Ashton’s carry-on from where he’d left it beside the couch, you rummaged through for a second before finding his red button up.

You could faintly hear the opening chords of She Looks So Perfect coming from the mainstage as you crossed your arms in front of you, grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head. You kicked off your vans and pushed down your leggings, you slid on his shirt, eyeing yourself in the mirror for a moment before pulling it back off. You ditched your bra and slid your grey thong down your legs, slipping his red garment back on, letting it fall loosely at your thighs and the sleeves concealing most of your hands. You looked in the mirror once again, taking yourself in and fiddling with the buttons, trying to decide if you should leave just the top undone like he does, or not button any at all.

The hallway was echoing with the screams of fans, louder than they’d been all night. The set was over. Your heart was in your throat, beating so hard in anticipation you didn’t think you’d be able to hear anything else; until you could faintly make out voices getting closer in the hall. You kept your back turned towards the door, a little paranoid about someone else walking in by mistake.

The door clicked open, but you held your position, waiting for it to close. You heard the lock being turned and you spun around on your heel to see Ashton still facing the door. His white shirt sticking to the ridge of every muscle in his back, soaked with sweat. He turned to you and you quickly took in his disheveled appearance, beads of sweat running down from his hairline and his hairy chest practically glistening.

You panned back up to meet his face, his jaw slack, his eyes looking you up and down hungrily. “I know I told you to be ready for me when I got back,” he spoke lowly, taking a few steps towards you. “But fuck, baby-” He licked his lips as you closed the gap between your bodies, your bare chest pressed against him as your hands worked open the buttons of his wet shirt, your mouth ghosting over his as he continued to speak.  “-you look fucking delicious.”

Ashton ran the tip of his tongue along your lower lip teasingly before gripping your hips and lifting you up around him, backing you up to sit on the counter where he had you before the show. Your lips pressed to his fiercely, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you pushed his shirt from his shoulders, taking in the feeling of every muscle within your reach. As you tossed the garment to the floor, Ash ran his hands up your thighs, his thumb immediately finding your clit; you arched your back, pushing your hips into his hand.

Your right hand gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head back and exposing his throat, you left wet kisses from his jaw towards his collarbones, teeth grazing his skin. You nipped at him right above his adam’s apple, then soothing the mark with your tongue, dragging a moan from deep in his chest. He slipped a long finger into you curling it quickly, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit, your left hand locked around his wrist as his fingers worked on you, trying to keep him there as long as you could. He humored you for a moment, curling his finger a little faster and bringing you closer to the edge before pulling his hand from you; the hand that had been gripping your hip, reaching back and removing yours from the back of his neck.

He gripped both of your wrists in just one of his large hands, before bringing the other to your lips. You locked your eyes with his before taking his middle finger into your mouth, tasting yourself on his calloused skin. Ashton let out a moan at the sight of you with your lips wrapped around his finger, taking his lip between his teeth and eyeing your body. He pulled his digit from your mouth and grasped your other wrist, pinning both arms to your sides as he leaned down, not wasting any time teasing before latching his mouth around your clit.

“Mm-fuck!” you yelped at the sudden contact, trying to push your hips towards his face, but he had you exactly where he wanted you. He sucked harshly before easing the pressure with his tongue. He released your hands, wrapping them under your thighs and putting your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You took advantage of your hands being free, and tangled your fingers through his hair, your other hand gripping his shirt at your chest.

He pulled back from your for a second, you whined at the loss of contact as he looked up at you from between your legs to speak “Hold onto me.” You didn’t have time to question him, his hold on your thighs tightened, sliding up to grip your ass as he lifted you from the counter. You gasped as you were thrust into the air, legs still around his shoulders and your fingers twisting tightly through his hair to as carried you towards the couch in the middle of the room.

He sat down on the couch and then laid back, never letting you go. You were straddled over his face, his tongue licking up your slit as soon as you steadied yourself. He was gripping your hips, hard, undoubtedly leaving bruises in his wake. The feeling of his mouth on you was electrifying every single nerve in your body, you started rolling your hips down onto his face, causing him to moan into you, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine.

His tongue pressed to your clit, working in figure eights as you ground yourself into his tongue. “Fuck. Ash I’m so close.” You moaned, throwing your head back, as he pressed his tongue flat against you, moving his head side to side against your clit before pulling it back between his lips, running the tip of his tongue over it quickly. The sensation had you seeing stars as your orgasm hit you, your legs began to tremble as he pushed you through your high, not letting up for even a second until you all but collapsed back onto his torso.  

Ashton pulled your hips back towards his face, kissing your thighs and cleaning you up with his tongue. He lifted you slightly, helping you sit up and straddle his waist, he propped himself up on his hands, coming nose to nose with you. “I was right, baby. Fucking delicious.” He pulled your lips to his own, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled back after a few seconds, looking at you with dark eyes. “My turn.”

He picked you up and walked around to the side of the couch, sitting you on the arm. You held yourself steady as he undid his belt and slid down his jeans, your eyes going wide when you noticed how hard he was and the wet spot on his boxer briefs from dripping precum. He slid them to the floor, and you bit back a moan as his erection sprang free. You stood from where he’d sat you down, but Ashton grabbed your wrist before you could get on your knees.

“Did I tell you to move?” You looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip and shaking your head timidly. Ashton slowly moved his other hand to your torso, sliding it up between the valley of your breasts before wrapping it around your neck. He pulled you by your throat so his lips could ghost over yours. “You know what I have to do, don’t you baby?” Without another word, he spun you around and pushed you over the side of the couch, picking up your lower half so your knees were resting on the arm of the sofa, lining you up perfectly with his hips.

You were expecting him to thrust into you immediately, instead he slipped two fingers into you, moving them quickly and curling them into your g-spot. You steeled yourself , fingers desperately trying to grip the couch. “Oh Ff- Ash, please”

Before you could finish speaking, his free hand came up and cracked over your ass, pulling a yelp from you that turned into a hungry moan. “Ask me nicely, baby.” Ashton spoke in a low, level tone while he rubbed his hand over the red mark he’d made below your hip.

“Mmm- Ash, more.” He lifted his hand and laid in to you again, you cried out at the sensation, feeling your second orgasm building as the sting faded.

“Try again.” Your legs were trembling as you tried to find the right words “What do you want Y/N? Ask me nicely.” You moaned out loudly as he pushed his thumb onto your clit, still pushing his fingers in and out of you at a toe-curling pace, sending jolts through your body.

“Mm- FUck. I want to feel you.” his fingers stilled inside of you, curling them softly. “I want your cock, Ash, please let me feel you.” He gripped your hip and pulled his fingers from you, running a tight hand over his length before pulling your hips back onto him with enough force to make you scream. His left hand remaining firm on your hip as his right came up and gathered your hair, pulling your head back has his hips snapped into yours.

You could feel the stretch in every thrust, your body clenching around him every time he pushed into you, your whole body was trembling, but you knew you had to hold on.

“Ash, I- oh fuck- so close.”

“Wait for me, Y/N. Cum when I say.” You managed to nod as your bit your lip and concentrated on anything but the way he felt buried inside of you. Ashton released your hair and wrapped both arms around your torso, pulling you so your back was flush to his chest, his teeth scraped down the back of your neck, hot breath fanning over you. He let out a breathy groan into your ear as you squeezed around him, his thrusts fell out of rhythm. “You ready baby?”

“Fuck- yes, Ash. Please let me cum.” He bit into your shoulder, moaning at how wrecked you sounded.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock.” his low voice in your ear pushed you over the edge before he’d even finished his command. “That’s is, good girl.” he cooed as you felt him twitch inside of you “Mm- oh fuck” He moaned under his breath, trying to keep pushing your high through his own orgasm.

When he finally stilled, he lifted you up and pulled his length from you, he turned you around and laid you back on the couch before dropping to his knees in front of you. He spread your quivering thighs with his hands and gently licked up your slit, your body jerking forward as his tongue flicked over your oversensitive clit. Ashton shushed you soothingly running his large hands up your torso softly, one hand kneading your breast, and rolling your nipple between his fingers, the other laying across your hips. He kitten licked at you tenderly for a few moments, not trying to push you towards another orgasm as you lay there breathless from the last. He pulled away, pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs, then over your hips and up your stomach. He delicately mouthed his way up your neck, stopping for a moment to pay extra attention to that spot below your jaw before finally catching your lips with his own.

He pecked at your lips gingerly, hands sliding up your body as he pulled back and looked at you. “Did I mention you look fucking edible in my shirt?” he chuckled and you just shook your head.

“Yeah, I think you proved your point.” He smiled down at you before l pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth, you pushed his shoulder back slightly, making him look at you again. “I think this is the first time we’ve ever had sex and I didn’t give you head… I mean I tried to-” You trailed off, watching as Ashton’s face went red, you caught him mumbling something under his breath, but you couldn’t make it out. “What? What is it?”

“I caught you before you could.”

“Well, I know that, I was there. But why?” Ashton sucked in a long breath before answering.

“Baby, I sat on stage hard as a rock for ninety minutes. Then I walk in this room and you’re completely naked aside from my favorite shirt. Then you came on my face. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life, I wouldn’t have been able to last thirty seconds if you had used that pretty mouth on me.” You bit your lip, hands sliding up to either side of his face, you pulled him down and pressed your lips to his, feeling the smirk on his face.

You pulled back quickly when there was a knock at the door “If you two are done fucking, bus is leaving for the hotel in 5.”

“Fucking Michael, man.” Ash laughed as his head fell onto your shoulder. “I take back what I said earlier. Now, I have truly never hated him more.” You tapped Ashton’s shoulder signaling for him to stand up, he pulled back and lifted you to your feet so you could get dressed quickly.

You slipped your leggings back on and buttoned Ashton’s red shirt, throwing your previously discarded clothes into your bag. You walked towards Ash who’d finished gathering his things and was waiting by the door, he turned the handle and pulled it open as you got closer. You stopped in front of him and stood up on your toes to peck his lips before leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Shower and round two, once we get to the hotel?”

His eyes went wide, before you went to exit the room, not waiting for a reply. He reached out and smacked your ass as you turned, wrapping his arm around your neck and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Fuck, I love you.” He exclaimed proudly before the door clicked shut behind you.

Hope y’all liked this one! I’ve obvs been deep in some Ashton feels.