#roommate!ash

That was not me, my love. And I don’t think I’ve read it either, sound hot though 🤷‍♀️

Summary: You have always had a crush on your roommate, Ashton. You also always hated the parade of girls that he’d bring back to the apartment that you two shared whenever he’d go out with his guy friends. You didn’t know that he felt the same way about you until the tables were turned and you brought home a guy one night and he gets very jealous of him the next morning.

Warning: Smut, and language.

Requested: Yes! By my good friend Sydney.

Dedication: @sydneyboo14 because she’s an Ashton Girl and I love her! Enjoy this! :)

If you have requests feel free to message me! I love to write so send me all the crazy ass ideas your dirty minds can think of! :)

*This is loosely based off a Michael Clifford Texting AU I saw one time that I loved so don’t judge me where I got my idea for this from.*

*I DO NOT own that GIF of Ashton.*

*Written on Wednesday, June 8th, 2016*

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Your P.O.V.

“Goodbye, I’ll text you,” I lie to through my teeth as I close the door letting my one nigh stand from last night make his way home, or wherever it was that he was going to go now. I wasn’t going to text him. I don’t even have his cell phone number saved in my phone. So it’s not like I could text him even if I wanted to.

I turn around once the door to my apartment is closed and I take a deep breath. He was gone now. Thank God! Now I can finally start my day. I needed some breakfast and some coffee, like fucking right now!

I see my best friend and also my roommate, Ashton, sitting at the counter on one of the tall stools we have eating a bowl of cereal and my heart flutters. My heart always does that whenever I see Ashton in the day. I have such a fucking crush on him it’s insane. You can’t even blame me either because Ashton Fletcher Irwin is a perfect specimen.

He’s tall and skinny, but he’s not so skinny that he’s lanky looking. He works out so he’s got nice muscle tone throughout his whole slightly tanned skin body. Seeing him shirtless is the eight wonder of the world I swear. He’s got beautiful, expressive hazel colored eyes and a wide, happy, adorable smile to match. His hair is a color I don’t think I’ve ever really seen on another human being before. It’s wavy and a cool caramel color. It looks so soft that I want to run my fingers through it and never stop.

That’s just him physically. Believe me when I tell you that his personality is even perfect as well. He’s so sweet, and so happy, and so fucking caring. He is honestly without a doubt the nicest person I have ever met. He for sure wears his emotions out on his sleeve. I’ve never met a man so in touch with his feelings and so willing to say “I love you,” so effortlessly before. I know when he says it to me he means it in a best friend kind of way, but I just wished that it meant something more than that. But it never will.

I pull myself together and I make my way into the kitchen. I get a coffee mug out of the cabinet as Ashton asks me, “Who was that guy?”

“That was James,” I tell him not turning around to look at him as I get ready to get my morning coffee. “Or Josh...or maybe it was Justin...Fuck...I don’t know. I forgot his name. I know it started with a J though.”

“That’s nice, Y/N,” Ashton scoffs at me as I pour the fresh, hot coffee into my mug. “You bring a random guy back to our apartment and you don’t even remember his fucking name.”

“It’s not a big deal, Ash,” I say placing coffee pot back onto the burner and I turn around to face him now. “I’m never going to see him again.”

“Yes it is a big deal, Y/N,” Ashton scoffs again. “You bring a random guy back to our apartment and you know nothing about him. You don’t even remember his first name. Who the fuck does that?”

He obviously had something bothering him, and I am guessing that it wasn’t the fact that I brought a guy home with me last night. Ashton brings random girls home with him from bars and clubs all the time, so I know that if I ever brought a guys home he wouldn’t care. He had to be upset about something bigger for sure.

“Um, you do that, Ashton. You do that all the time,” I remind him. “You bring home a different girl every single time that you go out with the lads. And you hardly ever remember their name the morning after.”

He rolls his hazel eyes at me in response before saying, “That’s different, Y/N, and you know it.”

“How?” I scoff at him now.

“Because,” he gets up off of the stool and walks around into the kitchen placing his now empty bowl into the sink, “You aren’t the one having sex.”

I am more than just fucking confused right now. What a fucking double standard. He can go out and bring girls home and get laid all he fucking wants to because he’s a guy it’s okay and it’s cool. But the second I want to bring a guy home and get laid I can’t because I’m a girl? What the actual fuck?

I didn’t hold back my anger about this because I shouldn’t fucking have to. It’s 2016 for fucks sake. If a girl wants to go get fucking laid she should have that fucking right to do that! I am a human being with biological needs for crying out loud I need to get laid every now and again.

“Do you even fucking hear yourself right now, Ash? Do you hear how ridiculous you sound? You can go out and get laid all you want to and bring random girls back to the apartment because you’re a guy but I can’t bring a guy back here and have a one night stand with a stranger for some fun because I’m a girl? What the fuck dude?”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N,” he says with a sigh.

“Well, can you please clear it up because that’s what I am getting from you right now.”

He stays quiet for a moment before he says anything. He looks off out the window that’s right above our sink and he lets out a huff-like sigh before hanging his head in defeat and admitting, “I don’t like you bringing other guys here because I’m available for you in the other room, Y/N.”

“Oh,” I say totally taken back by his words. I didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth. “I didn’t know you felt that way, Ashton.”

He crosses his strong arms over his toned chest and he leans his back against the sink. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t, Y/N.” I stand there in such shock that I can’t even form words right now. This was what I’ve always wanted. My crush wants me back the way I want him.

I must have stayed quiet for too long for Ashton’s liking, because he kept going. “You don’t want me like that anyways so ya know what, just forget I even said that. I’m a fucking idiot for even saying anything.”

It was time I spoke up and cleared this up for him now. I kept my voice calm to calm him down and I tell him, “You’re not an idiot, Ashton. And, you’re wrong you know.”

“I’m wrong?” He asks me sounding confused now. “How am I wrong, Y/N?”

“I do want you like that, Ash,” I tell him. He looks at me and he’s the one in shock now. We just kept on trading emotions with each other right now. When he doesn’t say anything I keep going. “I never thought that you wanted me like that so I never said anything about it.”

“Oh my God,” he breathes out. “Am I fucking dreaming?”

I begin stepping closer to him as I let out a little chuckle slightly laughing at him because he was such a cutie right now. I stop when I’m standing in front of him and I say, “No, you’re not dreaming, Ashton,” and I place my hands onto his unshaven cheeks and I pull him into a much needed kiss on the lips.

He instantly wraps his strong arms around me pressing me up against his toned body. I feel his hard muscles against my body as he kisses me back passionately hungry for more from me. My hands reach up and I tangle them into his caramel colored waves of hair. His hair feels so good in my hands and I run my fingers through his hair loving every second of it.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he mumbles pulling away from my lips. His voice is breathy and whispered when he says, “I need you, Y/N.”

“Then take me, Ashton. Take me right fucking now,” I reply to him in the same breathy tone. That’s all he needed to hear because then he picks me up off of the ground and I wrap my legs around his torso.

Ashton places me onto the island counter where he just ate his breakfast and his large hands roam my body until he reaches the hem of my tank top and he grips it and lifts it up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra right now so I was now totally shirtless in front of him.

“Fuck your tits are so fucking perfect, Y/N,” he mumbles as his hands grab onto my bare breasts and gives them a hard squeeze while kissing my lips once again. My hands roam his body now and I take his black tank top off of him exposing his amazing, toned chest. I place my hands onto his pecks admiring them like he had my breasts.

“I love your body too, Ashton,” I tell him in a mumble as well before kissing him again. I loved the feeling of his lips on mine. It was what I’ve always imagined it would be and so much more!

He pulls down my pajama shorts I threw on before I came out here to send whatever his name was from last night off. Just like with my bra I wasn’t wearing panties right now either so I am now totally butt naked in front of Ashton. I wasn’t self conscious in front of him seeing my naked body right now like I sometimes am around guys when they first see me like this. With Ashton it just felt right for some reason.

Ashton places his hands onto my hips and kisses my lips sweetly. When that’s done, he places his forehead onto mine and he says, “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently, okay?”

“Okay,” I nod to him.

“My perfect, sweet girl,” He says with a smile and places a kiss on my lips again. He keeps kissing me and his tongue taps my lips begging for permission to enter my mouth and I allow it opening my mouth and our tongues dance together in our mouths.

His hands slide up and down my body, he squeezes my bare breasts again, and then he grabs onto my thighs teasing me softly using his fingertips to graze the inside of my thighs. I groan out in frustration totally fucking annoyed with him teasing me right now.

“Ashton,” I moan out needy, “please do something.”

He smirks at me very seductively. “Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”

He takes one finger and slides it into my entrance and begins to pump it in and out of me. I moan out instantly at the feeling of his long, skinny finger inside of me right now. He adds one more finger and I moan out something that sounded like a fucking pornstar would let out and my eyes screw shut and I dig my nails into his shoulders. It felt so fucking good and he was so skilled with his fingers.

He gets down onto his knees in front of me and he kisses the insides of my thighs. His unshaven scruff on his cheeks scratch me but the pain increases the pleasure of his kisses on my thighs He kisses my clit gently keeping his fingers going fast in and out of me. He begins to full on eat me out and that’s when I let myself fall onto my back on the counter top of the island I was sitting on right now laying on my back letting this pleasure take over my entire body loving every second of this right now.

My hands tangle up in his caramel colored waves again as he eats me out and after a moment of him doing this to me he stops and stands up. I can see his huge erection through his silk, dark navy blue basketball shorts right now and I need that inside of me right fucking now!

“Baby, I need you inside of me,” I plea in a breathy voice again. I was so needy for his cock. I’ve only been dreaming about this for as long as we have lived together in this apartment.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispers kissing me on the lips again. I can taste my juices on his lips then and I liked the way I tasted on him. “I’ve been wanting this for so long now. We’re going to make this count. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I was needy and my core was fucking throbbing right now. I didn’t want to move from this spot. I wanted him right here on this counter top in our kitchen. I didn’t want to go into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong with right here?” I ask him propping myself up on my elbows.

“I have more respect for you than to fuck you on the counter, Y/N.” He scoffs at me. He holds his hand out to me and I take it in mine. “Come on, lets go into my room.”

I groan but I give in knowing that this was probably going to be the only way that this was going to happen right now is if I follow him into the bedroom right now. So I get up off of the counter and I follow him into his bedroom.

Once we’re in his bedroom he closes the door behind us and he smacks my bare ass before picking me up off of the floor again. He brings me over to the bed with our lips connected to each others and he lays me down onto the bed standing up for a second to take his shorts off.

Once his shorts and his boxers are off he crawls on top of me kissing my lips and I flip us over so I am on top. This sudden feeling of confidence I have made me want to top right now. Ashton places his hands onto my bare ass again and I slide myself down onto his dick slowly taking all of him inside of me letting out a loud moan.

He grabs onto my back pulling me down so I am laying on top of him and he begins to thrust into me from laying down. I should have known that Ashton was going to be way to dominate to let me top all by myself. Fuck it felt so fucking good though!

“Ugh your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock baby girl,” he moans out in pure pleasure.

“Your cock feels so good inside of my pussy,” I tell him in a breathy voice. As Ashton begins to thrust harder and faster in and out of me his dick keeps hitting my G-spot and I know I am going to cum soon. “F-fuck, Ash, I’m so close!”

“I am too,” he tells me. “Come on baby, cum with me.”

He keeps his fast pace going until he can’t contain it anymore and he’s coming inside of me. His orgasm brings on mine and I cum all around his dick inside of me. I lay on him for a moment before sliding off of him and I lay down next to him on his bed.

“Holy fuck,” I say almost breathless.

“That was fucking amazing,” he agrees with me looking over at me smiling at me with that adorable smile. He wraps his strong arms around my body pulling me close to him so I am now laying my head on his chest. “I just wish I would have told you how I felt about you sooner.”

“I know,” I agree with him lifting my head up to look at him. “But now we know, so we don’t have to hide it from each other anymore.” I plant a quick kiss on his lips and then lay my head back onto his chest.