baby, the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons - CASHTON SMUT
ok so me n @5vibesofsummer are kinky shits and are cashton sluts so we collabed together for christmas here ya go - also daddy!cashton
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‘Twas the night before Christmas and you were being more naughty than nice. You had promised your daddies you would wait and not peek into your presents before tomorrow morning but after hearing them talk about how much you’d love the gifts, you were desperate to know what they had gotten you.
Calum was sound asleep next to you when you decided to slowly creep off the bed and tiptoe into the living room. Bright and tall stood the christmas tree the three of you decorated, surrounded by a plethora of boxes; most labeled for you.
Half of you felt bad for disobeying but the other half thrived off the adrenaline of being bad, it was something that kept Cal and Ash around and interested. You picked up the first prettily wrapped package you saw, shaking it lightly against your ear and hearing small thumps.
If you unwrap this, you can’t go back.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek in thought before unwrapping the present and ripping the box open to reveal a new choker; black leather with a small silver moon pendant hanging from it. You gasped and smiled big before walking to the mirror, eager to try it on. Once it was strapped on, you were in love. The light from the fireplace made the pendant shine but your adoration for the new choker was cut short when you heard the familiar sounds of the car pulling in the driveway. You ran over, tossing the choker back in the box, closing it up and placing it far into the pile and out of plain sight. You heard cluttering outside the door and the unmistakable sound of keys in a lock. You hurriedly grabbed the wrapping paper and tossed it in the trash as the last door swung open. Grabbing a mug and putting water in it was your next thought, you practically threw it in the microwave and set it for 2 minutes as you heard footsteps echo through the living room and into the kitchen.
“Baby girl, why are you up?” You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you and a gentle kiss placed behind your ear.
“I just wanted some hot chocolate Ash, how was the gym?”
“It was good, sorry I stayed back longer than usual. Just one of those days.”
You giggled as his kisses moved down to your neck but his body went stiff and you tensed up as well, wondering what could sparked a change in him.
“Daddy?” You turned around to look up at him, noticing his pursed lips and an almost glare in his usually warm eyes. His thumb tilted your head up slightly, looking at the choker that always sits around your neck.
“What is it, Ashton?” You spoke up for a second time.
“Princess, where did you get that choker from?” He spoke lowly with a tone that would make you cower away if his arm wasn’t holding you flush to the front of him.
“What do you mean? You gave this to me when I first moved in.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, wondering why he was acting like this.
“Not yet.” His eyes met yours and you tried to step back to get the finished hot water out of the microwave but Ash’s arm tightened and kept you in place, “Nuh uh. You’re not going anywhere. You’ve been bad.”
His eyes narrowed more and you shook your head no, despite Ashton having known the truth.
How could he? You had discarded all the evidence and the box was hidden so there was no way for him to know you had opened a present early!
“No! I’ve been good! Really really good! I swear!” You stuck out your bottom lip, Ash was always a sucker for that but this time he simply shook his head and pulled you to look in the mirror you were in front of a few minutes ago.
“You’re telling me that this is the choker we bought you a year ago?”
“Yes! It is the ch-” You froze, staring at your neck before realizing your mistake.
“Is it?” Ash asked again, voice getting darker with every passing second, “Hmm?”
You had put the wrong choker in the box under the tree, the one currently around your neck was the one you were meant to be gifted tomorrow.
“N-No….” You looked down but the heat of his glare made the hair on your neck prickle.
The pressure of his body left as he stepped away from you. You watched his reflection in the mirror go to the tree and start searching before taking out the box you had hastily thrown towards the back of the pile. He opened the box and pulled out the choker you had for the past year, glancing at you and shaking his head again. He dropped the box to the floor, making his way to you with haste and pulling you away from the mirror.
“You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” Ashton sat back on the couch, disdain clear on his face.
“I’m really sorry! Please d-”
“Over my knee. Shorts off.” He cut you off, eyes looking up and down your body.
You twiddled your thumbs, shifting your weight from left to right while whining.
“But Daddy, I said sorry! Please, please don’t punish me!” You pouted, sticking your bottom lip out again in hopes it could sway him but once again, it failed.
“Y/N. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He gave you a look that told you he wasn’t up for games.
“Now!” His voice boomed making you jump and quickly rid yourself of your shorts.
His eyes lightened up for a second as he got a look at your cute, lacy panties but darkened once more as he remembered he was punishing you.
“Over my knee.”
You complied and laid over his lap, squirming a bit to try and find a comfortable position.
“Count and say ‘Sorry daddy’, got it?”
You nodded and waited for the first rough smack to come down. A brutal hit landed on your left cheek and you yelped out, gripping whatever you could to stay balanced.
“One! Sorry daddy.” You took a deep breath but before you could finish, another harsh hit landed on your right cheek.
“Louder. I want to hear how sorry you are.” His voice, even when cold, made warmth spread through your whole body.
Another hit to your right cheek. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
“Three! Sorry daddy!” You cried out, your body jolting forward slightly.
“You don’t deserve any presents this year. I ask you for one thing, just one thing and you can’t even listen to that!” He laid another hard smack to your right cheek, the stinging getting more intense.
“F-four! I-I’m so so sorry daddy! Please don’t take my gifts!” You could feel tears welling up but you somehow were enjoying this punishment, feeling yourself getting wet from how rough Ashton was treating you.
Your thoughts were cut off by another smack to your ass and a moan left your lips. A dark chuckle resonated from behind you.
“So you like being over my knee? You liked being spanked? You’re more naughty than I thought.” Ash rubbed over your cheeks lightly before smacking especially hard.
“You didn’t count.” He reminded you. You were trying to collect yourself, knowing that was gonna leave a mark.
You felt another shift in him and quickly yelled out, “Five! Five! I’m sorry Daddy!”
You moaned again, clenching your thighs as he laid down another slap to your right cheek.
“But this can’t be a punishment if you like it. Shame. Get up.” Ash tapped your cheeks lightly as you stood up on wobbly legs.
He pulled you back onto the couch, laying you down and settling his hips between your legs. He softly kissed your neck, grinding slow and hard. There was a firm bulge rubbing against you, only separated by your thin panties and his basketball shorts.
“I don’t want to hear a word out of you, got it?” He commanded and you nodded, liking where this was going.
He went back to kissing down your collarbone, pushing your shirt up to get his hands on your breast. He kneaded them in his large hands, taking his time to pinch and pull at your nipples. Not making sounds was a hard task as Ash left hickeys on his journey down your breast, kissing the supple flesh before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. You inhaled sharply and he smirked, eyes daring you to break his rule again. You kept your composure and he resumed flicking his tongue over your nipple before showing the other some love as well, his hips rhythmically grinding over your now soaked core.
His lips trailed down to the brim of your panties. Your breathing faltering as he slipped his hands into the sides of them and tugged them off your hips, tossing them away from you.
“Ashton?” You both froze as you heard Calum’s stone cold voice.
“She’s been opening presents.” Ashton turned his head towards Calum in acknowledgement, used to being caught in these sorts of compromising positions by the other boy.
“I’m so sorry!” You squeaked, pleading with big eyes to Calum, he was always the easiest to win over.
“You, don’t speak.” Ash growled, burying his head between your thighs and using his tongue evilly whilst delivering a quick slap to the inside of your leg.
You bit your lip roughly, desperately trying to bite back moans, in fear of another punishment. You opened your eyes a sliver to see Calum towering over you, his hands brushing over your skin and rubbing your shoulders soothingly as Ashton began his torture.
His arms went under your leg, hands on your hips to hold you down securely as his tongue licked up your slit in a strong stroke. He hummed in delight, despite still being a bit ticked off with you, before finding your bundle of nerves and giving it a harsh suck and flicking his tongue over it. Ashton was familiar with the sensation he could give you with his tongue, knowing how much you like it when he shook his head back and forth to scrape his stubble against the inside of your thighs. He groaned causing a vibration to run through you and you whined a bit making Ash pause and lift his head.
“What was that?” He raised a brow and you looked at Calum guiltily, hoping he could bail you out of a possible punishment.
“Ash…” Calum gave him a warning look and then you a little wink as you sighed.
Ashton shot a glare towards Calum.
“You’re only gonna make this worse for her.”
“Ashton, for God’s sake.” Calum knelt beside you on the couch and kissed your cheek, making you smile and catch Ashton’s eye.
“Love you, Cal.” You keened softly, kissing his plump lips now and losing yourself in the kiss, almost forgetting about the other boy between your legs.
Ashton rolled his eyes, bringing his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit. The kiss with Calum got sloppier as you fought to control the sounds begging to leave your throat. Ash dipped his tongue inside of you and started to wiggle and pump with all he had in him. He seemed to no longer care about the sounds you made considering you were openly moaning into Calum’s mouth.
“F-Fuck! Please don’t stop!” You cried out, desperate to get a release.
Your eyes were starting to roll back, chest heaving and legs quivering and then he stopped. Ash pulled away and sat back, now lazily rubbing your clit as you felt your orgasm slip away.
“No, no no no, Ashton please.” You begged but he simply sucked in his bottom lip to clean the juices off his mouth.
“What? What is it?” He sarcastically remarked, chuckling when all you did was whine.
“Calum?” You kicked your legs as much as you could with Ashton’s strong arms wrapped around them, fussing.
Calum gave Ashton a stern look but didn’t actively do anything, enjoying watching you squirm. Ashton simply smirked at Calum before resuming his quick motions to your clit. His tongue teasingly dipping in and out of you, keeping you on edge but never giving you enough to tip you over.
“Please what?” He looked at you with faked confusion, pulling his mouth back to rub two fingers up and down your folds.
“Please just let me cum!”
“Bad girls get punished.” He twisted his lips deviously, letting his fingers slip into you.
He slowly built a rhythm again, pistoning his fingers back and forth while watching your face. For a second his eyes flickered to Calum, who had his eyes glued to your core.
Ashton watched as Calum’s hands began massaging your breasts, twisting your nipples occasionally, to get your back to arch off the soft cushions of the sofa. With the addition of Calum’s touch, you felt your core tightening and a release coming quickly but Ash’s fingers stalled; pressing torturously against your sweet spot.
You stuttered, your lips not forming comprehensible words but instead letting out whimpers and whines; your body writhing as you tried to get that last bit of friction to push you over the edge.
Ashton smirked at your movements.
He was in control and he knew it.
“Not gonna let you cum yet princess.” Ash wiggled his fingers lightly, making your hips twitch.
He pressed down harder, curling his fingers more for a better angle and you almost wept at the feeling of being so close. Your toes were close to cramping from how hard they curled as Ash continued to press and tease that spot relentlessly.
“I can’t! Please…!” You squeezed your eyes shut tight, gripping at the cushion on the sofa as your legs shook.
“Ashton, that’s enough.” You heard Calum speak softly, and then again in a harsher tone when the boy between your thighs wouldn’t give in, “Ashton!”
“Cal, please…” You begged, opening your eyes to look at the tan boy directly.
Calum bit his lip at you, obviously contemplating what his next move would be. He took a fistful of Ashton’s wavy hair, pulling him back and allowing the younger boy to finally take control over you. Ashton whined at the sharp pain but backed off finally, and let Calum lift you up carefully and guide you to his bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and climbed over you, still only half dressed in long pajama pants. You placed your hand delicately on his cheek, knowing that he would always save you from Ashton’s mean punishments (even if you sometimes deserved them). He kissed you, his pink lips massaging yours gently as you pulled his hips closer to yours, still desperate for some kind of release. His lips soothed you though, your rapidly beating heart slowing as Calum’s hands ran the length of your torso. You moaned against his lips, digging your nails into his back lightly as he began he sucking at your neck, leaving purple hickies in his wake. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw Ashton at the door, a scowl on his face as he watched you two.
“Cal.” You patted Calum and made him aware of Ashton’s presence.
“Can I come in?” Ashton shuffled at the door, fiddling with his fingers.
“You can only come and play if you promise to be nice.” Calum spoke firmly and Ashton nodded eagerly in agreement.
Ashton made his way to the side of the bed, taking over your lips as Calum kissed down your body, hovering over your bare core. Ash’s kiss differed from his emotions moments ago, soft and sweet instead of demanding and harsh. You melted into his changes, running a hand through his hair and settling on his neck. Calloused hands cupped your breast, softly squeezing moans out of you. You closed your eyes, the feeling of being touched everywhere building up that twisting in your stomach again. You felt Calum’s tongue nudge your clit and then more forcefully lick your wetness, groaning into you and prompting you to wrap your legs around his broad shoulders.
“Wanna be a good girl for once? Wanna suck daddy’s cock?” Ashton stroked your hair, regaining confidence and smiling as you whimpered in response.
You couldn’t take your eyes off him as he slid his gym shorts off, ridding himself of his shirt too. He stood at the end of the bed and pulled your head forward, watching you as you took his cock fully, rhythmically bouncing your head as Ashton scooped your loose hair into a ponytail. You could hardly focus as Calum began working his mouth faster, knowing that the moans you produced would pleasure Ashton too. Ashton groaned as you traced a vein with your tongue, working your hand on what wasn’t in your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened as you moaned, a soft “fuck” leaving his lips. His hips bucked, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat, “S-sorry.”
He looked down at you and you up at him as you continued to take him in and relax your throat. You closed your eyes, focusing on the weight on your tongue as you took him to the back of your throat, managing not to gag this time around. With a tug similar to Calum’s, Ash pulled you off his cock; breathing shakily with his eyes screwed shut.
“Stop, I wanna cum in you.” He panted, his cock flushed red and leaking precum as he spoke.
You pouted, about to protest until Calum slid a finger into you, twisting and rubbing against your walls. Shortly after, he added a second one easily finding a pace. His skilled mouth was still working quickly at your clit as his fingers sped up. For the fourth time that night, you felt a knot in your stomach forming and you hoped it wouldn’t be taken from you. You could have cried with happiness as Calum doubled his efforts and your lock around his shoulders tightened. You felt a stray hand caress your breast and it was enough to send you over the edge, finally getting the release you so desperately needed. Calum softly lapped at your lips as Ash watched your mouth fall open and your back arch.
“Intense?” The dirty blonde cockily spoke up after noticing your leg still having small spasms, you merely nodded; still too blissed out to speak, “Edging makes the climax even better. You’re welcome.”
Ash stood up and motioned for Calum to stand next to him, and began speaking too quietly for you to hear over from a few meters away. Finally, after what felt like an eternity the boys turned back to you, both wearing a smirk on their smug faces.
“Want me to fuck you, princess?” Ash cooed, walking over to you still on the bed.
“Y-yes.” You spoke cautiously, wondering what the catch was as Calum moved close to Ashton’s side.
Ashton pulled you by your ankles to the end of the bed and slowly lined himself up, both of you groaning loudly as he pushed into you fully. As Ashton set a pace, Calum leaned down, giving you light kisses on your stomach occasionally pausing to leave a hickey. Your mouth fell open as you felt Calum’s tongue on your clit, and you let out a squeak as he began licking you as furiously as Ashton was pumping into you. Quicker than you expected, Ash’s thrusts became sloppy and erratic. His features took on desperation as he tilted his head back and let out a loud moan, the combination of being inside you and Calum’s wet tongue grazing his shaft becoming too much for him.
“I-I’m gonna…” He groaned out, gritting his teeth as his hips snapped harder and harder against you.
Ashton fell forward, his arms keeping him upright over your torso as his hips faltered and you felt hot spurts of cum shoot into you. Calum moaned as he tasted Ashton, who was still softly thrusting, but fast became over-sensitive and pulled out of you.
You moaned as Calum delved into you again, his tongue enthusiastically lapping up Ashton’s mess, which in turn was working to get you over the edge. Ashton took his place laying next to you two, eyes set on Calum working between your thighs. It didn’t take much from the tan boy before you were over the edge again, dots in your vision as you hit your high for the second time that night. The sight of Calum sitting up with the mixed juices leaking out his mouth was enough to send Ash into another frenzy if he wasn’t so tired. You were still whimpering from the powerful orgasm as Calum crawled beside you and you noticed the tent in his red plaid PJs.
“Cal, you haven’t cum yet.” You toyed with the soft strings on his trousers.
Cal shrugged, settling into the covers.
“It’s alright, I’ll sleep this one off.” He yawned lightly.
You gave Ashton a persuasive pout, and then turned back to the other boy.
“Let us take care of you now.”
“Please.” Ashton added as you straddled Calum, kissing his plump lips softly.
Calum didn’t put up much of a fight, kissing back as Ashton’s hand crept towards his bulge. Calum let out a small whine as Ashton began rubbing him through the thin material, but you decided to take over and move down the shirtless boy’s body, pulling his pants down with you and revealing his hard on to you and Ashton, who was watching greedily. You locked eyes with Calum, slowly running your tongue up and down his shaft, earning a guttural moan from him. You licked lightly at his tip, tasting precum and humming in approval. Your hand wrapped around his base, giving a slow stroke as you took the tip between your lips. Ashton watched with pouty lips, feeling slightly left out, but not for long as Calum pulled him in for a kiss.
What started off as light kiss turned into a passionate battle of tongues. You watched as best as you could while moving your head up and down Cal’s length, loving the rare moments when the two boys would share their passion for each other. Ash moved down to Calum’s neck, nipping and biting at his skin and Calum’s moans grew louder, his hips started to buck into your mouth.
“M’close…” Calum breathed, his fists gripping the cotton sheets.
You knew that Ashton was doing his part as Calum’s breathing became laboured, and you continued bobbing on his length, using your hand to aid you. You felt Cal’s thigh tense beneath your fingertips and his hips stuttered, his cock hit the back of your throat and a second later you felt his hot cum coat your tongue.
You looked up at both your daddies, seeing Ashton’s adoring gaze flicking between you and Calum, and the tan boy still panting heavily, his chest glistening with sweat.
Ashton got up, making his way to the bathroom and returning with multiple wet towels. He cleaned you and Calum up, leaving a kiss on your foreheads once you were all clean. You crawled up to the top of the bed, settling into Calum’s side as Ashton returned and proceeded to wrap his arms around your bare tummy, leaving you happily sandwiched between the two boys.
