Hey, loves! This is my 5sos masterlist. My stories will be mainly smut (MEANING THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY ENVIRONMENT) and I'll attach content warnings to all of them. Feel free to send requests — I'm not into daddy kink so I won't write those, anything else is doable. I'm non-binary (they/ them) but Reader will be mostly written as a cisgender woman. I can definitely write them as trans if you request smut like that! And I'll obviously never write something that misgenders Reader. Also I don't think I'll ever write Reader as a cisgender man, sorry.
I should also warn you that I'll absolutely make all the boys bisexual as fuck and you're bound to find some gay sex here. This obviously doesn't necessarily represent the reality because I don't really know how they express their sexuality. Hope you have as much fun reading these stories as I do writing them!! :-)
y’all i’m sorry !!! a few of you asked me where’s part 2 of the chapter 4 of If Walls Could Talk and i– i had rough episodes of shutdown this week. i just couldn’t bring myself to do anything but lie in a dark room and settle my mind in the emptiness of my bed.
i’m ok now. i think i can breathe and write again. my head can process thoughts and thot thoughts.
i’m not promising it but i’ll really try to update the series again tomorrow.
Dom!Ashton, Switch!Reader series.
You and Ashton have been dating for a few months now and you want to propose a threesome with another guy after fantasizing about DP for quite some time. There’s a lot at stake here: you’re afraid you could ruin your relationship with Ashton by proposing a threesome and you’re afraid you could ruin his relationship with one of his best friends by fantasizing about him.
All of the events described here are CONSENSUAL, Dom!Ashton and Switch!Reader have safewords and an agreed upon dynamic. She submit to him because she likes to and even when he’s being demanding and using a coercive tone she absolutely doesn’t have to comply unless she wants to. Meaning: if Reader is complying it’s because she absolutely wants it! :-)
[CW: degradation, pain kink, voyeurism, choking, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, double penetration, praise, mentions of other kinks, dom-sub relationship, cisgender woman reader, lashton x reader threesome, gay sex, a little blood]
“You’ve got too many clothes on, Ash, let Luke help you out of them.” Ashton and Luke instantly stopped kissing at the sound of your voice. Lost in their craving for each other, they missed you coming back into the living room. You were watching them from the couch across the room and none of them knew for how long you had been there. “Don’t stop on my account, I’m enjoying the view.” There was that smirk again that Ashton wanted to slap off your face, still not used to you being so bold.
Luke complied to your suggestion quickly, pulling Ashton’s white shirt over his head in a heartbeat. He took his time tracing that snake tattoo Ashton had on his bicep, eyes enamored, and was only interrupted by you demanding he took Ashton’s trousers off as well. Another command, your boyfriend was actually a little impressed, if he ever cared to admit that. His thoughts were cut off abruptly, Luke had just pushed him against the couch, switching their positions just so he could easily take his trousers off. You groaned at the sight of them both in their underwear, of the perfect outline of their dicks in that obscene dim light.
“Be more gentle, Lu.” You warned. Ashton was insanely turned on by your commanding voice, though he didn’t care to admit that either. “Now, grind down on him.” Luke glanced over at you, meeting dark eyes clouded by lust. He grinned at you, tantalizing, and finally rubbed his cock against Ashton’s. The three of you moaned. His pace was too slow for your boyfriend, who wanted him to go faster, harder.
He wanted more contact and was on the verge of begging for anything more intense than this; however much he wanted Luke, he still refused to implore anything in bed. Desperate, Ashton reached for Luke’s ass cheeks and pulled him down, raising his own pelvis — their dicks moved frantic up against the other. They resumed kissing feverishly, moaning into the other’s mouth. You choked on a moan of your own; seeking some relief you started touching yourself over your clothes. Luke stopped kissing Ashton to focus on marking his neck up, which gave your raven-haired boyfriend an opportunity to catch sight of you. His hips fell back on the couch’s cushion and Luke muttered a protest at the loss. “You’ve got too many clothes on too, bunny.” Ashton had assumed a teasing tone, his voice felt like velvet against your skin.
Luke had climbed off of Ashton, pushing him up too. “C’mere, doll”, he slurred, “you’re missing out on a lot of fun. Both men were sitting on the edge of the couch, eager for you. You walked up to them and knelt down in front of their figures, your eyes at their knees level — old habits die hard, after all. The act of submission made Ashton’s dick jump in his underwear. He stood up so quickly, so thirsty for you. Grabbing you by the neck, he helped you up and kissed you hard. The kiss was ardent, desperate and lasted for what felt like a lifetime, ending way too sun for your liking.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” Your boyfriend let go off your neck and placed his hands gently on your cheeks. “No need to submit to us, love.” Ashton kissed you again, a little more careful this time. “Let Luke and me help you out of those, let us take care of you.” You tried shaking your head in agreement but before you could Luke was pulling you in for a kiss of his own. Ashton pulled your sweatpants down, touching your bare legs lightly in his wake, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. Luke stopped the kiss and helped you out of your tank top. Both of them stood still, staring at your lace- and leather-clad body. Luke fell back on the couch. He stretched his fingers towards your stomach, exploring your figure with his touch.
His hands trailed up to your boobs, squeezing them gently, and down to your pussy, touching you over the fabric of your panties. He slid his middle and ring fingers between your slit, dragging them back and forth, delighting himself in the noises you were making, getting more and more turned on as your panties became wetter. Ashton came up from behind you and braided your hair out of his way, your eyes closed shut — you wanted to focus solely on the sensation of their touch. Ashton entangled his hand and arm in your long braid to force your head to the side. He started sloppily kissing your neck as his other hand pushed your bra down a little so he could play with your nipples. Amidst all their stimulation you could hear Luke growling.
“Want you to ride my face.” You opened your eyes at his request. He was still rubbing your pussy over your panties, his long fingers keeping a constant pressure that had you melting on his hand. “What do you say, doll?” Your eyes couldn’t quite focus on him and you couldn’t quite elaborate an answer, you just nodded in agreement and he let go off your pussy. You moaned sad at the loss of his touch.
“Bunny, don’t be like that.” Ashton said calmly against your neck, his voice low from the pleasure. “Lu’s being so nice to you, offering to eat you out, wanting you to ride his face.” You turned his way and, very gently, choked him, constricting his blood flow. He looked at you with surprised, but undeniably lustful, eyes. You held him there a little, until his face started reddening.
Letting go of his neck you glanced up to him with terribly innocent eyes. “You’re so right, Ash. Where are my manners? First and foremost I am the host of this… rendez vouz. Shouldn’t leave any of you empty mouthed. So, while Luke is busy with me, why don’t you suck him off?” Ashton let out a sharp, low whistle and pulled you in for another kiss. You felt Luke touching your core again from behind. He didn’t lose much time over the fabric of your panties now, hooking them to the side and teasing your wet entrance. You moaned against Ashton’s lips and he gripped your hips harder than he had meant to. It was taking everything in him to… to be good. To obey your order of a gentle fuck.
More than anything Ashton wanted to edge you multiple times, ruin various of your orgasms, and make you cum over and over again. He wanted you spacing out and looking completely fucked. Lost in thought, he didn’t even notice it when you moaned in response to Luke slipping two fingers into you. Ashton couldn’t let go off your lips or hips, he kept pushing your body closer to his as he tried to control himself. Gentle, he needed to be gentle for you. His thoughts were conflicting and again he missed your moans as Luke curled his fingers against your g-spot. You were having a hard time keeping up with the pace of the kiss, Luke’s long fingers kept hitting all the right places and you felt as if you could come undone right there. And only when your lips faltered on Ashton’s did he realize you were struggling to keep from cumming.
The raven-haired man tried capturing your lips on his again but you didn’t reciprocate. Looking him dead in the eyes you were trying hard to tell him something. “Nevermind the ‘no dom-sub’ rule,” you slurred it, your words barely discernible for you were completely overtaken by the desire of being thoroughly fucked, “fuck me senseless.”
Ashton responded with a deep guttural sound, his hand quickly meeting your neck. You loved being choked and he absolutely loved choking you. He adored it when you could barely speak from his pressure on your throat. “Of course you want to be fucked like the slut you are”, he grunted. “On your knees, brat, now. Hands behind your back, and you better spread those legs so Luke can keep fingering you.” You obeyed quickly. Ashton’s hand was still choking you and Luke’s fingers didn’t falter once. You whimpered, overwhelmed, and Ashton slapped your face. “Not one fucking sound, do you understand me? Don’t you dare touch yourself. Don’t you dare complain if we ruin your orgasm. Don’t you dare cum before I allow it. Don’t you dare cum before begging to.” Luke’s pace was now torturously slow. You were really trying to be a good girl, you were really trying to restrain yourself but you just couldn’t help it, and when you realized you were already rolling your hips down on his finger, trying to feel more of him.
Luke completely stopped at that and Ashton slapped your face again. “What a greedy little cunt you have right there, doll.” Luke’s voice was deceivingly sweet. “Ashton was just bragging about you being a good girl, about you taking whatever we give you gladly, and here you are, being bold and disrespectful. Making Ashton look like a liar. What a naughty, naughty girl.” Luke kneeled in front of you and, without any warning, put three fingers inside your pussy. This time you didn’t even flinch, you knew better than to keep defying them. He laughed, delighted. “She decided to be a good girl now, Ash.” The raven-haired man approached Luke from behind, pushing him back against his thighs and stomach by a loose grip to his neck. The blond froze, knowing he, too, was to submit to Ashton.
“No need to stop, Lu. I’m just here to watch.” The fist on his neck made Luke know Ashton wasn’t really there just to watch. This was supervision. The minute Luke stepped out of line he’d be punished too. “But don’t call me Ash again or I’ll have to order you to shut the fuck up as well.” There it was. Luke gulped.
“Alright, sir.” Luke kept moving his fingers inside of you. He watched your impassive face as he kept picking up the pace. Jesus fuck his fingers were bliss. Your eyes nearly fluttered shut, all you wanted was to melt on his hand, but you didn’t want things to get worse for you than they already were. You maintained eye contact with him, hoping you’d be rewarded sooner rather than later.
“So pretty taking his fingers, bunny. So obedient. It took you a while to get in line, didn’t it? But look at you now, not one sound, not one movement.” At Ashton’s praises, Luke decided to torture you more. He removed his fingers from you at once, leaving you clasping around nothing. Luke ripped your lacy panties and you really tried to remain expressionless but you pouted a little. Those panties were beautiful and you honestly enjoyed wearing the whole set. “Oh, Lu, how inconsiderate. You made her sad by tearing her pretty little underwear.” Ashton pushed Luke back against him harder, Ashton’s grip around his neck tightening.
“I’ll make her real happy now, sir, don’t worry.” Luke slurred and Ashton let go off his neck, placing his hand on Luke’s shoulder. You knew that was a lie. You knew he wouldn’t let you cum or enjoy yourself or Ashton would punish him. But if you didn’t get that pout off your lips quickly Luke would punish you. He resumed fingering you, index and middle fingers only. His thumb set a blistering pace against your clit, though, and you wanted to scream, groan, moan, anything really. Your eyes fluttered shut unintentionally. “Eyes on me, doll, or this will be worse.” You opened them to see Ashton squeeze Luke’s shoulder lightly. He was fucking congratulating Luke for torturing you.
Luke’s fingers never stopped. You could feel them dragging inside of you. Every now and then his thumb would push your clitoral shaft back, revealing the glans that he would relentlessly rub. This was too much, his fingers were so rough in and on you and you couldn’t do anything about it. Overwhelmed, tears started lining your lower lash. You tried blinking them away to no avail, they were tracking down your face now. “You’re killing me, bunny,” Ashton grunted, pacing in a semi-circle around you and Luke now, “you’re killing me with that crying face. Trying so hard to be good to us. Look at me.” And so you did. It took everything in you to follow him with your eyes. He laughed. “I wanna fuck that pretty little pussy of yours so bad.” Your face betrayed you, showing him you wanted that as well — so, so bad. “But you misbehaved so much tonight. You were a brat, giving me orders, defying me. Can’t let you get away with it now, can we?”
Still crying, you shook your head, you couldn’t get away with it. Luke removed his fingers again, only making more tears stream down your cheeks. He quickly filled you up again — replacing his index finger with the ring one he was now going faster than before. The bone between his wrist and the palm of his hand hit your sensitive clit mercilessly. Keeping quiet was becoming impossible. You kept your eyes on Ashton but couldn’t make him out no more, too many tears making your vision blurred. Following him around was mechanical now, the only thing on your mind was the effort you were making not to cum, not to make a noise, not to move.
Your thighs began to involuntarily twitch — you were so close to cumming on Luke’s fingers. You desperately wanted to cum on Luke’s fingers, they were so long, so beautiful. Your breathing became ragged, no matter how much you tried to control it; the air came in and out of your lungs irregularly. Next was your belly, contracting and relaxing as your orgasm pooled in the pit of your stomach. You could feel Luke’s eyes burning on your skin. Your mind flooded with his face and you couldn’t keep your eyes on Ashton anymore, you had to look at him. So gorgeous. Disheveled blond curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. There they were, the devil eyes corrupting his angelic face.
Luke was grinning wide, he could see what he was doing to you. He could see it on your body, he could see it in your face. He wiped away some of the tears from your eyes with his free hand and cupped your face. “So beautiful, doll. Love how you’re reacting to me. Love your restraint. You’re being so good to me.” You wanted to yell for him to stop being a prick. “Kinda wanted to see you cum on my fingers, bet the sight is delicious.” Ashton stopped pacing, curious at what was going to happen, wondering whether you and Luke would both defy him. Your breath got caught in your throat. Luke’s praises were too much, you would not be able to keep from cumming much longer. “Actually, no. I don’t kinda wanna see you cum.” He angled his head a little and narrowed his eyes. “I definitely want to see you cum on my fingers.” You almost let out a whimper. “I can see you want that too. You want to, don’t you, doll?” His smile was vile. Of course you wanted to and you were so close. Your pussy kept clenching around his fingers, desperate for the orgasm you felt like you deserved. “Too bad you can’t.” He removed his fingers at once and slapped your clit hard, ruining your orgasm and sending a jolt of pain up your spine.
Ashton chuckled behind him, approving his actions. “Lu’s got claws.” He grabbed a handful of Luke’s curls and pushed his head back, forcing Luke to look up at him. “That was beautifully executed, you were so mean to her I almost felt bad about the punishment.” He caressed Luke’s face gently. “I’m proud of you. Such a good boy, so obedient, so eager to please me. Didn’t stop fingering my bunny once, no matter how much your wrist hurt. Did it hurt, Lu?”
“It was worth it, sir.” Ashton grabbed him by his neck and pulled him up, drawing him in for a kiss. Their kiss was sloppy, full of tongue and teeth. Ashton bit down on Luke’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood, they both groaned when the metallic taste filled their mouths. Ashton pulled them apart, a little blood dripping down their chins, and smiled at Luke with red teeth. “That’s new, Ash.” Luke said nonchalantly.
“That’s longing. And I’ll consider that a punishment for you not calling me sir now. You’ve been good. No need to make you suffer too much.” He pushed Luke away. “Underwear off, Luke, now.” Luke quickly got rid of it, his hard cock glistening with pre-cum. Ashton groaned at the sight and settled beside you on the floor. “Don’t go thinking I forgot about you, bunny.” His light touch to your cheek made you flinch slightly; you were too sensitive, any tactile stimulus would have had that effect on you. “You can make noises now, ok? I won’t overlook how well you just behaved. Everything else stays the same.”
“Can I kiss you, sir?” Such a sweet, low voice. Ashton’s cock twitched in his underwear again. He nodded in agreement. “Can I touch you, sir?” Innocent, gleaming eyes looking at him from behind thick eyelashes. He appreciated your crying face so much.
“How can I say no to that, bunny?” and in a heartbeat your hands cupped his face, pulling him in for a deep, slow kiss. The taste of Luke’s blood on his tongue was weirdly hot, but you decided to focus on something else. Eyes closed, gentle touches, fingers going up and down your spine carefully: your skin shivered under his delicate touch.
Whenever Ashton handled you tenderly you’d wish you could live in that feeling forever. However, as you leaned closer to him and became ever more aware of his body against yours, that wish dissipated under your lust. You wanted Ashton devouring you with his eyes, praising you for being good, punishing you when you were bad. What you really desired more than anything now was for him to wreck you. You craved his hips violently moving against you, him pounding into you. It was visceral, you yearned for the blurred lines between pleasure and pain. You knew you were being reckless as soon as you let your hands rest on his shoulders. Daringly, you dug your nails into his back and pulled your hands down without warning. He instantly grabbed your neck and pulled you apart from him, a deviant smile on his face, just as you had hoped for.
A/N: oh, did i mention there's a part two? i'll be posting it shortly ;-)
it actually blows my mind that there are people enjoying if walls could talk, i started writing it because there are very specific elements i actually miss in other smut stories (especially regarding non heteronormativity and a polyamory relationship in which the boys can enjoy each other too). it was supposed to be a one shot lashton!threesome but i got carried away cause Autistic Brain and it became a whole story on the development of ashton x reader’s relationship and how they try to adjust their emotional needs to their sex life. i’ve changed so many things in there already and dom!ash might just become a switch lmaooooo. honestly thank u for all your kind and supportive words, i have a test this saturday but i’ll post chapter 4 right after that <3
ps: yep i’m Actually Autistic i’m not just using that as a derogatory term
All of the events described here are CONSENSUAL, Dom!Ashton and Switch!Reader have safewords and an agreed upon dynamic. She submit to him because she likes to and even when he’s being demanding and using a coercive tone she absolutely doesn’t have to comply unless she wants to. Meaning: if Reader is complying it’s because she absolutely wants it! :-)
[not really a lot of ~action now, it’s more mentions of fetishes, sex, and there’s some arguing as well. also it’s pretty gay. next chapter will be pure filth though, I promise. CW: degradation, pain kink, voyeurism, choking, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, double penetration, praise, mentions of other kinks, dom-sub relationship, cisgender woman reader, lashton x reader threesome mention]
Luke’s lips were harsh against yours. He had lifted your black top just enough to squeeze and scratch your bare hips — despite his short nails, you knew there were going to be visible marks on your lower torso in just a few hours from the pressure of his hands and fingernails. You didn’t mind his aggressive touch on your skin, in fact, that’s what made you pull him in closer by the shoulders. Your chests were glued together, but it still didn’t feel like enough. Boldly, you brought your belly and pelvis forward, grinding against his already hard dick.
With an obscene grunt falling off his lips he pulled his mouth away from yours. “Ok, doll, so Ashton was saying you wanted us to fuck you senseless. Tell me what else you want from me.” He was as demanding, as firm as Ashton and you were so glad for that.
All of the events described here are CONSENSUAL, Dom!Ashton and Switch!Reader have safewords and an agreed upon dynamic. She submit to him because she likes to and even when he’s being demanding and using a coercive tone she absolutely doesn’t have to comply unless she wants to. Meaning: if Reader is complying it’s because she absolutely wants it! :-)
[not really a lot of ~action now, it’s more mentions of fetishes, sex, and there's some arguing as well. also it's pretty gay. next chapter will be pure filth though, I promise. CW: degradation, pain kink, voyeurism, choking, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, double penetration, praise, mentions of other kinks, dom-sub relationship, cisgender woman reader, lashton x reader threesome mention]
Luke’s lips were harsh against yours. He had lifted your black top just enough to squeeze and scratch your bare hips — despite his short nails, you knew there were going to be visible marks on your lower torso in just a few hours from the pressure of his hands and fingernails. You didn’t mind his aggressive touch on your skin, in fact, that’s what made you pull him in closer by the shoulders. Your chests were glued together, but it still didn’t feel like enough. Boldly, you brought your belly and pelvis forward, grinding against his already hard dick.
With an obscene grunt falling off his lips he pulled his mouth away from yours. “Ok, doll, so Ashton was saying you wanted us to fuck you senseless. Tell me what else you want from me.” He was as demanding, as firm as Ashton and you were so glad for that.
Ashton was sitting still, just observing the two of you and sipping wine. You stared at him, his eyes were intense, and Luke held your cheeks and chin hard, forcing you to look back at him. “I’m sorry, sir” you moaned, making his cock twitch in his pants again. He pressed his erection against your stomach. “I want anything you want to give me.”
“Be more specific, brat.” His grip on your face was strong, hurting your jaw in a really pleasant way.
“I want your dick, sir. I want it in my ass, in my pussy, in my mouth.” You’ve always thought of Luke as a modern rendition of a Caravaggio angel, but the way he looked at you let you know he could and would drag you straight to hell. “I want you to torture me, ruin my orgasms, edge me until I’m begging you to cum.” His grip kept getting tighter, making it harder for you to speak, but you knew that’s what he wanted. “And I desperately, desperately want your mouth on me”, you said with some difficulty.
His hand dropped to your neck and Luke choked you. “Fuck, you really are something. I guess couples who spend too much time together do end up alike.” Your jaw dropped and you looked at Ashton, expecting him to elaborate on that. Seeing your puzzled and surprised expression Luke’s grin grew larger. “She doesn’t know? So she decided she wanted to fuck me all on her own? That’s interesting.”
“What the hell is going on?” Your voice came out lower than you had expected, embedded in lust. Ashton shrugged and replied he and Luke used to casually fuck, deadpan. “Oh, now that is interesting. Didn’t know you weren’t straight, babe, that’s hot as fuck.”
Luke chuckled and pressed his lips against your jaw, just above his hand. “As straight as my cock curving down his throat”, he grunted and you laughed loudly, but Ashton just let out an annoyed sigh.
“That was before Luke had started dating, and then they broke up but you and I were already together. Haven’t slept with him in over two years.” Ashton said in a monotone.
“Well, sir, that’s just sad. But you two will get to fuck tonight. For old time’s sake.” Ashton wanted to slap that sly smirk out of your face but he couldn’t deny he was in fact excited at the prospect of being with Luke again. He completely agreed with you, Luke was gorgeous. The oven’s timer went off, the 15 minutes were over and the brownie, done. “Red”, you said slapping Luke’s hand out of your neck. “You’re hot but you’re not making me ruin my brownies.”
Luke sat down and stared at Ashton, he turned his attention to the blond, nonchalant. “Stargazing, bunny?” Luke blushed and you nearly dropped the brownie tray on the floor. You turned to face them mad.
“You’re not fucking calling him bunny, Ashton Irwin.”
“You asked for the threesome and now you’re jealous, babe?” His tone was playful, making your jaw drop. What a fucking prick, what a disrespectful motherfucker.
“I mean it, Ashton”, you snapped. Hearing Ashton calling someone else bunny was low. You didn’t want him calling Luke bunny for the same reason he didn’t want Luke calling you bunny. How could he not know you also found the endearing pet name special?
“Why can’t I call him bunny, bunny?” He smirked at you, but was met with a frown from you; your lips were pressed together as you held back some tears. He was actually playing you, trying to push the right buttons to make you comply. You just wanted him to take this seriously.
You were not jealous, you weren’t even possessive, for crying out loud. You definitely wanted to watch Luke and Ashton fuck just as much as you wanted them both to fuck you. He was being dismissive of your feelings, you felt disrespected, not jealous. You honestly didn’t care about his relationship with Luke, but you did care about his relationship with you. Ashton was still looking at you with mischievous eyes and you just couldn’t rid yourself of the thought that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, especially your respect for him.
A few moments went by and you said nothing, you had just stared at him this whole time. Ashton stood up and walked your way, enveloping your face with his hands. “Bunny, you’re not being very nice, are you?” The audacity. You pushed him away and started cutting the brownies into squares that you organized on a plate. Still silent, you poured yourself half a glass of wine. Ashton got furious when you downed the bright Merlot. “Now you’re just being a brat to piss me off. Fine, bitch, have it your way but you will be punished for it.”
You set the glass down so angrily it almost cracked. “Have you considered I’m just mad at how inconsiderate you are? I’m tired of you being dismissive of my feelings just because you’re a dom.” You stared him dead in the eyes, you were not backing down on this one. Luke was quiet through it all. He knew you guys could be really intense and he definitely knew how insensitive Ashton could be. You now poured yourself a full glass of wine and Ashton had the nerve of threatening, again, not to fuck you if you got drunk. “Fuck off, Ashton,” you yelled, tears lining your lower eyelashes, “I’m the one who doesn’t want to fuck you now.”
Grabbing the full plate of brownies you left the kitchen and made your way to the living room. The guys didn’t follow you and you felt relieved. Finally alone, you turned on the TV and put on a sitcom show you’ve already seem way too many times. As you reached your hands to the coffee table in search of your wine glass you realized you had left it in the kitchen. It sounded silly if you said it out loud but in your head you couldn’t help but feel that the Universe was against you, it felt as if you just couldn’t catch a break. You sobbed, quietly.
“I talked to Ashton. We don’t have to do it, you know?” Luke said, showing up at the doorway, and you quickly wiped the tears off your face. “I’m sorry. I brought you your glass of wine, though you’d want it.” He walked up to you without getting to close, he didn’t want to invade the personal space you clearly needed. With a low thanks you grabbed the glass from him. “Besides, nothing has to change between any of us. Ashton and I were never really a thing, we would just mess around every now and then. I like both of you a lot and care about our friendship. I promise you nothing has to change, I’ll leave and it’ll be as if I never even came down here.” You took the glass from him trying to conceal that your hands were shaking.
“You’re not the problem, Lu”, you sniffed, “I’m just tired of him ignoring how I’ll feel with some of his actions. It’s as if, just because he’s a dom, he doesn’t have to pass anything by me. Nothing matters but his opinions or in how many different ways he can please his stupid dom ego.” You put your feet up in the couch and hugged your knees, resting your head on them. The room was lit only by the TV and the stars on your sock glowed faintly.
“Hey, nice socks.” Luke offered you a smile. He was being so kind and sweet that you just felt like crying again, disappointed with Ashton. Luke took a place next to you on the couch, keeping some distance still. “I’m sorry about that. I’m sure he doesn’t mean it that way, though.”
“That’s the problem, he never really means it but he still manages to make me feel… you know… not a part of the relationship. So many times I feel like my only role is conveniently being there when he needs some sexual relief.”
Luke pondered your words for a while. “I promise you I’m not trying to play the devil’s advocate, but he did agree to the threesome you wanted.” You glanced at him, a warning behind your eyes. He lifted his palms in the air, as if to ask you for more time to explain himself. “All I’m saying is that he does want to please you as well. You should talk to him about how you feel, he seemed taken aback and I guess he’s just finding out you feel neglected in the relationship.”
“I shouldn’t have to tell him that!” You argued, still hurt.
“Actually, you really should. It’s ok if he doesn’t realize something that feels obvious to you. The problem starts when, even after you told him how you feel, he still chooses to ignore you.” You sighed, he was right. You sipped some of the wine and called Ashton into the living room. He appeared there so quickly you knew he had been in the hall, waiting for you to call him this whole time.
“I’m guessing you heard our conversation.” Your words weren’t aggressive, you were just stating the obvious. Ashton nodded, standing by the doorway. He wouldn’t dare approaching you right now “This is not the first time I feel this way, Ash. Even earlier today, as you kept pushing me to tell you who I wanted in the threesome, I felt a bit disrespected. Sometimes it’s as if you’ll do anything to get things your way. It’s easier to ignore it when we’re having sex because I can convince myself you are just playing your dom part. But when you bring that attitude into other aspects of our life I really just feel as if I’m nothing but a fetish to you.”
He sat on another couch, across from you and Luke. Ashton was deep in thought, he looked vulnerable even. “I’m really sorry for treating you this way and I’m sorry I hadn’t realized how you felt earlier. Luke is right, I definitely didn’t mean to make you feel this way; I’ll do better, bunny.” No response came from you, so he just kept talking. “I’ll restrain the dom attitude to our sex life only. I won’t belittle you anymore, ok? I promise that.” Still no answer from you, so Ashton had to choose his next words carefully. He loved you so, so much, and it hurt him badly that he wasn’t showing that to you properly. “And when we’re in a situation similar to the one we were in earlier today I won’t push you to tell me something you’re not yet fully comfortable with. I want you to trust me with your fetishes but you can tell me about them at your own pace, however feels best for you.”
You finally cracked him a smile and he softened his expression. He had been so afraid to lose you after understanding you had felt neglected for such a long time. Ashton asked if he could approach you and you nodded, putting your feet back on the ground, alleviating the tension of your posture. He kneeled in front of you, apologizing numerous times. Kissing your hands, the knuckles, the palms, each individual finger. Kissing his way up your arms all the way to your jaw and cheeks. He was being careful not to make you feel sexualized. This was just a soft, loving moment. All the previous arguments you have had, had been dealt with in bed, you’d fuck and all was forgiven — but you knew that, in reality, the problems weren’t even fixed. So you welcomed this new type of apology. He was being so caring, so tender. Even for Luke this felt like too much of an intimate moment, and he decided to silently leave the room. He’d talk to Ashton later.
You caught sight of Luke standing up and turning his back to you. “Where are you going, Lu?” He turned on his heels and tried to quickly explain he’d leave to let you two talk. “You obviously don’t have to stay if that makes you uncomfortable, but I don’t mind your presence”, Ashton nodded in agreement with you, “I’d actually like it if you decided to stay.”
Luke combed some of his curls with his fingers, he was nervous. “I just don’t really want to be caught up in something awkward or intimate.”
“We won’t discuss it anymore, Lu, promise. All is well now. I was already feeling overwhelmed before you’d gotten here and Ash calling you bunny took me by surprise. Things just snowballed. I’m sorry you had to be here for this. But also I’m really glad you were because you facilitated our conversation.” You offered Luke a smile and your hand, inviting him to sit back where he was.
With a relieved sigh he accepted your invitation to stay. Ashton sat by you, on the side opposite to Luke. The three of you sat there in silence for a little, you holding their hands. “What now?” Ashton asked.
You had a malicious smile on and you licked your lips slowly. “Well, I’m still DTF.” Luke laughed, Ashton rolled his eyes saying you obviously were, after all that wine you drank. You ignored his snarky comment. “But no dom-sub today. If we’re going to do this I want it soft.”
“Who would’ve guessed you could be vanilla, babe.” Ashton kissed your cheek after a chuckle.
“See, that’s what I’m talking about. I just don’t want to be in the middle of something so intimate.” Luke argued and you touched his face tenderly, tracing the outline of his lips.
“Don’t worry, Lu, I won’t even be here for the start.” And with a laugh you stood up, fetching the plate of brownies and your glass of wine. They both had puzzled looks on their faces. “Keep it gentle,” you said, turning their way, “I meant it when I said I don’t want anything dom-sub today.” And you left for the kitchen, intending to put the food away and the few dishes that had been used so far into the washer.
Had you looked back, you would’ve seen Ashton cupping Luke’s face and drawing him in for a soft kiss. They didn’t bother to speak. After all that time, kissing each other was like coming back home. Luke licked Ashton’s lips so he’d open his mouth for them to deepen their kiss. Everything slowed around them, and Ashton started unbuttoning Luke’s wine-stained button up. Luke’s chest and shoulder were sticky and bittersweet where the wine had spilled. Ashton’s mouth trailed down in that direction, wanting to taste Merlot off of Luke’s skin. His hands instantly went to Ashton’s hair, desperately wanting him closer. They both leaned back on the couch, Ashton hovering over the blond. He took Luke’s trousers off as quickly as he did his shirt, gently squeezing his long thighs. With no rush, Ashton's fingers caressed Luke’s side, from his knee to his ribs. They both felt as if they could live in that moment forever.
A/N: I'm kinda sorry for the cliffhanger but not really. Love, M
Dom!Ashton, Switch!Reader series.
You and Ashton have been dating for a few months now and you want to propose a threesome with another guy after fantasizing about DP for quite some time. There’s a lot at stake here: you’re afraid you could ruin your relationship with Ashton by proposing a threesome and you’re afraid you could ruin his relationship with one of his best friends by fantasizing about him.
All of the events described here are CONSENSUAL, Dom!Ashton and Switch!Reader have safewords and an agreed upon dynamic. She submit to him because she likes to and even when he’s being demanding and using a coercive tone she absolutely doesn’t have to comply unless she wants to. Meaning: if Reader is complying it’s because she absolutely wants it! :-)
[not really a lot of ~action now, it's more mentions of fetishes, sex. CW: degradation, pain kink, voyeurism, choking, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, double penetration, praise, mentions of other kinks, dom-sub relationship, cisgender woman Reader, lashton x reader threesome mention]
N/A: y'all i'm so very new here and some of you asked me for a tag list and i'm confused????? honestly sorry for not having the tag list yet but i'll figure it out and add whoever wants in
Time passed by slowly, but unstoppable. You were impatient, you had been craving that threesome, after all. You were, however, just as anxious. The dragging clock pointers in their slow march were ticking nonetheless and you couldn’t help but feel a daunting cold creeping up your back. You’d gotten your concerns about your relationship with Ashton out of the way, but you knew the request could still fuck up Ash and Luke’s friendship, or even your friendship with Luke, which would ultimately affect your relationship with Ashton. There was too much on the line and you couldn’t help but feeling overwhelmed.
Ashton had just called Luke, inviting him for wine and dinner in an hour, saying nothing but a rather sobering “we need to talk”. After they hung up Ashton went to the kitchen and sent you upstairs to shower and get ready. “Put on regular clothes, make your underwear slutty. We don’t want to scare him away but, once he agrees, we definitely want him to want to stay.” You obviously agreed with him, not only because you did want Luke to want to stay, but because you couldn’t really focus on picking clothes; Ashton’s orders just made the decision making process easier on you: your underwear were almost in their entirety slutty and sweats with a tank top should be enough.
A cold shower made you feel grounded enough to choose a nice pair of underwear: red lace with stripes in black leather enveloping your torso and thighs. You saw Ashton approach you through the mirror of his closet. He murmured a low fuck and started kissing your shoulders and upper back. “What’s for dinner, babe?”, you rolled your eyes when he said you and pushed him away as he laughed.
“There’s chicken in the oven. We’ll also have roasted carrots and potatoes, and some rice. Sounds good?”, you nodded and hugged him. Ashton kissed the top of your head, your forehead, the point between your brows, the tip of your nose and, finally, your lips. “I know you’re nervous but Luke won’t think nothing of it. Even if he says no it’ll be fine, he’s heard weirder proposals in his life than a request for a threesome with my hot as fuck girlfriend and me.” You giggled and rested your forehead against his chest. Ashton rubbed soothing circles on your back and hummed lowly to calm you down. “You know, it’s ok if you don’t want to go through with it. I can make something up to justify asking Luke to come over. He could read some of my lyric ideas.”
You looked up at him. God, you loved this man dearly. You now kissed the tip of his nose and he giggled, calling you silly — only then did you realize you had said out loud that you loved him dearly. “I do want to go through with it.”
That’s all it took for Ashton to glue his lips to your neck, teasing you with sloppy kisses. “Yeah?” He punctuated each of his words with hot puffs of air against the skin he had just licked, making you shiver and melt under his touch. “Can you tell me why you want it so much, bunny?”
“Just the thought of both of you fucking me”, you nearly moaned your response. With a half-grunted what about it? by your ear lobe Ashton encouraged you to share more about your fetish. “I’d like to suck one of you off as the other pounds into me,” Ashton’s grip on your hips was strong, threatening to leave a mark, “have one of you fucking my ass as the other fucks my pussy.” Ashton’s lips were restless, sucking and nipping on your collar bone. Focusing on stringing words and sentences together was proving to be extremely hard, especially when he started rubbing circles on your clit over your panties. “I just want to be fucked thoroughly,” sigh, “I want to feel the overstimulation of having two people working me at once.”
“Yeah, bunny? That’s good,” Ashton’s mouth didn’t go further than a few inches from your skin, his fingers still rubbing your clit, his warm breath lighting your skin on fire, “that’s great, actually. Now tell me, bunny, why Luke?” He asked, increasing the pressure on your pussy.
“‘Cause he’s gorgeous, babe.” Ashton delivered a stinging slap to your bare ass. “Sir. ‘Cause he’s gorgeous, sir. I’d love to tug on his curls as he eats me out, would love to have his dick buried into me.” You were slurring your words, unable to think straight. “Sir, I don’t want to cum just yet.” Annoyed, Ashton stopped and focused solely on marking your neck. “You should go shower and get changed now, Ash. I’ll finish everything up at the kitchen and wait for you downstairs.” He grunted, vexed, but complied. With a kiss to your lips he headed to the bathroom.
Sighing, you put on a pair of black sweatpants and a black tank top so your underwear wouldn’t show through. You completed the look with some fuzzy purple socks with green stars that gleamed in the dark; you needed to take your head off of what was about to happen and the fun socks helped a little, they made the situation less serious somehow.
Downstairs you opened a bottle of Merlot and checked the oven. 15 more minutes for the chicken. 20 more minutes until Luke arrived — he was always irritatingly on time. You finished the glass of wine and poured another one. You finished it too and poured yourself yet another one. Tipsy, you started to set the table. Three sets of plates, cutlery, glasses for wine and water. Should you make a salad for starters? Should you prepare something for a third course as well? You were feeling insanely unease and couldn’t stay put. You decided yes for both. In 5 minutes you put together a brownie batter, put it in the oven and started on a salad. Green leaves, tomatoes, sliced cucumbers. A mix of jam, mustard, black pepper and olive oil for seasoning. You still hadn’t calmed down. Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, you downed your third glass of wine.
“How many of those have you had? If you’re drunk I won’t fuck you and you won’t have your threesome today if Luke complies.” Leaning against the door frame, Ashton looked at you severely. You knew he was just as nervous and was lashing out for not having found a better way to process what was about to happen. But he also had a point. If Luke agreed to a threesome, this would be the first time for the three of you. And you absolutely should not be drunk for a first time. Too many uncharted territories for you to give any chance to not be able to fully consent or set boundaries.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just anxious. I only drank three glasses, though. You know my alcohol tolerance is high, I’m barely tipsy.”
“Just don’t drink anymore, ok? Have some water, please”, he softened his tone, knowing you were just feeling on edge. You agreed and drank a full glass at once, still too anxious to pace yourself. Ashton took the chicken out of the oven and finished setting the table. “The salad looks beautiful, love, thank you for making one. Also do I smell brownies in the oven?” You smiled and shook your head in agreement. He walked over to you and gave you another reassuring peck on the lips. “Do you want to talk boundaries in case he says yes?”
“I’d be ok with keeping things the way they are for us. Yellow as a safe word to slow down, red to stop completely. ‘Daddy’ is off the table but I don’t mind submitting to both of you or calling him sir as well. I’m ok with slaps, spanking, choking. Yeah, pretty much what we already have”, you shrugged and Ashton started caressing your cheek. “I’d like the double penetration too, but I don’t want painal — at least not for today. DP is intense and I want to get used to it first.”
“Alright, bunny”, Ashton was grinning. Apparently he was also excited about the idea, albeit nervous. You were on the same page, which made you relax under his touch and rest your face against his palm. You allowed yourself to close your eyes and enjoy his chaste touch. Soon enough you were grinning too.
“Thank you, sir”, you whispered when the doorbell rang. Another quick peck to the lips and Ashton was yelling, telling Luke the door was unlocked and he could make his way to the kitchen, where you were.
Luke showed at the door looking concerned. “Mate, is everything ok?”
“I’ve gotta check on that brownie, Ash”, you said but Ashton pulled you back by your arm.
“You really don’t, it’s ok for at least 15 more minutes. Sit down”, he turned to Luke and smiled. “Yeah, things are absolutely fine. We would just like to ask you something. Want some wine? It’s Merlot.”
Luke accepted the glass and sat on the table across from you. “Well, if things are fine what is it you wanna talk about? Just putting it out there that I won’t murder anyone or hide any bodies.” You laughed loudly, more intensely than you would’ve had you been sober.
“I don’t think it’s that bad a favor we’re about to ask you, but we understand it if you want to say no”, you retorted. You were feeling more adventurous, cheeky even, now that the wine had had some time to act on your brain. “We wanna fuck you, actually.”
Luke spat his wine out, taken aback, staining his white button up. “That’s really blunt, Jesus”, you laughed again. Ashton was silent but you didn’t dare look at him, he knew you were goofy because you were tipsy. You could feel he was mad at you without having to look at him, so why bother making this real by confirming he had a disapproving frown ready to ruin your fun? “I know Ashton is a fucking freak, but you sure that’s what you want?”
“Fuck you, mate. It was her idea.”
“For real?” You and Ashton nodded. “Nah, you’re screwing with me.” Luke smiled in disbelief but was only met with serious expressions. “You deadass?”
“She was just telling me about how she wants to be fucked senseless by the two of us, ain’t that right, bun?” You said nothing, but, with your face between your hands, you had an innocent smile that made Luke’s cock twitch in his pants. Ashton gripped your neck, constricting the blood flow just slightly. “I expect a better behavior than that if you want me to give you what you’ve been asking me for. Answer my question. You want to be fucked senseless by the two us. Ain’t that right, bunny?”
“Yes, sir”, you slurred. Your hands were on Ashton’s arm, trying to loosen his grip.
“Nah-ah. Let go off my arm. Take what I give you. You told me you wanted things to stay the same, don’t be a brat just because Luke is here. Good girls are rewarded, bunny. What about bad girls?” Luke gulped, clearly aroused. Watching how well he was reacting to you and Ashton turned you on.
“They’re punished, sir.” Ashton finally let go off your neck, kissing your cheek softly and chuckling, proud. You didn’t take your eyes off of Luke once
“What do you say, Luke?” Ashton asked, also turning to look at him intently.
He stood up and paced around the kitchen a little, watching you and Ashton, taking in the request. You both clearly wanted it and he didn’t feel as if his compliance would put a stain to your relationship. He glanced at you and Ashton once more, knowing he wanted that as much as the two of you. He licked his lips torturously slow. “Obviously yes”, Luke leaned against the counter. “Should we talk terms?”
“As Ashton said, we’d like to keep our dynamic. Ash’s a dom and I’m a sub. I wouldn’t mind submitting to you and I can also call you ‘sir’ if you’re into that.” You replied eager and looked him up and down, stopping at his legs. Luke’s long legs were insanely hot and you wondered what it’d be like to leave hickeys on his thighs. You heard Ashton muttering you should control yourself, so you shifted your gaze back to Luke’s eyes — they were glimmering with lust. “Pretty much anything is on the table. I should also tell you that the whole reason why I wanted a threesome with another guy was double penetration.” Luke let out a sharp breath.
“Ok, sounds doable. Just like you”, he said with a wink. Luke was being all silly and you really appreciated it, laughing made the situation seem simpler, more enjoyable. “How about you, Ash? What are my boundaries?”
“You have to submit to me as well.”
“That’s fine but I won’t be spanked. Pain isn’t really one of my kinks.”
Ashton shook his head in agreement. “We have safe words whenever sex hurts too much or even if it just isn’t pleasurable. Yellow means you should proceed slower or with more caution. Red means you should stop. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, you hear ‘red’, you stop.” He was smiling at you now. “My bunny is a very good girl, she will take anything you give her gladly”, the look on his face was sweet. He was so fond of you, so crazy about you. He loved you dearly as well, that was undeniable. As he thought of how much he loved you, he furrowed his brows and stared back at Luke. “Maybe just don’t call her bunny, that’d make me feel weird.”
“Can I kiss her?” Luke’s mouth was dry, he was all consumed by his desire for you.
“Anything regarding her you should ask her. In bed, I like to think I own her for the dynamic that we have, me as a dom, she as a sub. But that ownership doesn’t extend beyond the two of us. You can do to her anything you’d like as long as that’s something she also wants.”
Before Luke even turned your way you were standing by his side, looking at him intensely. He grasped your hair in one hand, pulling your head back and tilting it side-to-side to take a better look at your face. A rough touch that you were familiar with thanks to Ashton. “Tell me if you’d like for me to stop, at any time. Ok, doll?”, Luke said slowly, gravely.
“Ok”, he pulled your hair harder, a warning. Fuck, they were the same. That’s when you knew you were indeed going to be fucked senseless. “Ok, sir.” And he pressed his lips to yours aggressively.
All of the events described here are CONSENSUAL, Dom!Ashton and Switch!Reader have safewords and an agreed upon dynamic. You submit to him because you like to and even when he’s being demanding and using a coercive tone you absolutely don’t have to comply unless you want to. Meaning: if Reader is complying it’s because she absolutely wants it! :-)
You and Ashton had been going out for 5 months by the time he asked you about your kinks. Voyeurism, fucking in public spaces, pain, choking, being called degrading names, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, praise. Very little things didn’t turn you on or didn’t leave you begging for more.
He was always compliant. You didn’t think of it as a favor, though. You knew he got as much pleasure from fucking you like that as you did. The glimmer in his eyes as your own vision got blurry from the overstimulation, the way he’d lick his lips every time he made you beg to cum, the proud grin whenever (at his own request) you restrained yourself from moaning, the soft looks in his face as he praised you for being a good girl — his good girl.
He knew you were a slut for kinky sex and he loved it, but your request for a threesome with double penetration had caught him off guard.
He was sipping beer in his living room and reading over scores for his new songs when you showed up at the door frame, clad in white lacy underwear. He looked up from the sheets, taking in the view of your body. The lace barely covered your figure, your nipples and the slit of your shaved pussy showing, making his mouth dry. He leaned back against the couch and finished his beer.
“Take the bra off”, he growled. You hadn’t done anything yet and he was already switching to dominant mode. Actually, he hadn’t done nothing but being demanding and you were already soaking wet.
“No”, you defied and he furrowed his brows. “I mean, not yet, sir. I want to ask you something first.”
wait,,,, y'all are reacting so well to this i'm emo af
i mapped out the whole series today because i took vyvanse and instead of focusing on schoolwork i obsessed over writing different scenarios and it makes sense !!! but it could also be too much
I wanna make this a real relationship. it's very new, ashton knows reader's into some kinky sex but there's more shit for him to learn about her yet, including how the domination and submission dynamics work nicely for the both of them on the long run
there's some arguing, there's some fluff. they're overall a wholesome, respectful couple and are very fond of each other, so they definitely figure their shit out
All of the events described here are CONSENSUAL, Dom!Ashton and Switch!Reader have safewords and an agreed upon dynamic. You submit to him because you like to and even when he's being demanding and using a coercive tone you absolutely don't have to comply unless you want to. Meaning: if Reader is complying it’s because she absolutely wants it! :-)
You and Ashton had been going out for 5 months by the time he asked you about your kinks. Voyeurism, fucking in public spaces, pain, choking, being called degrading names, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, praise. Very little things didn’t turn you on or didn’t leave you begging for more.
He was always compliant. You didn’t think of it as a favor, though. You knew he got as much pleasure from fucking you like that as you did. The glimmer in his eyes as your own vision got blurry from the overstimulation, the way he’d lick his lips every time he made you beg to cum, the proud grin whenever (at his own request) you restrained yourself from moaning, the soft looks in his face as he praised you for being a good girl — his good girl.
He knew you were a slut for kinky sex and he loved it, but your request for a threesome with double penetration had caught him off guard.
He was sipping beer in his living room and reading over scores for his new songs when you showed up at the door frame, clad in white lacy underwear. He looked up from the sheets, taking in the view of your body. The lace barely covered your figure, your nipples and the slit of your shaved pussy showing, making his mouth dry. He leaned back against the couch and finished his beer.
“Take the bra off”, he growled. You hadn’t done anything yet and he was already switching to dominant mode. Actually, he hadn’t done nothing but being demanding and you were already soaking wet.
“No”, you defied and he furrowed his brows. “I mean, not yet, sir. I want to ask you something first.”
He nodded, impatient, and you dropped to your knees to try and appease him, you knew you were being disobedient; he would only aquiesce to that attitude so much. You crawled your way to him, stopping by his knees and gently placing your hands on his thighs. Fuck, he looked delicious. Ashton was wearing only grey sweatpants, and, judging by the perfect outline of his already hard cock, he had no underwear on.
You palmed him and he let out a low moan. He lightly touched your cheekbones as you continued to rub his cock over the sweats. He moved his hand back and forth between your face and hair, and his gentle caresses soon became a firm, rough grip on your hair. Ashton pulled your head back, forcing you to look him in the eyes. You were getting more turned on by the minute, your pussy begging for his touch. His eyes were dark but if you stopped touching him it’d only be worse. You could feel his thighs hardening, an attempt to control himself from completely melting under your hand.
“Now, bunny, you’re not being very nice. Teasing me, disobeying my orders. You better make this worth my while or I won’t let you cum or touch yourself for a month”, his tone was harsh but you were not going to apologize or stop, he was definitely going to enjoy your proposal.
“Ash”, he pulled your hair back harder, you knew you were being way too bold calling him by his name. “Ash, I wanna have a threesome”, he let go of your hair and you moved your head a little, stretching your sore neck. “With another guy. I want both of you fucking me at the same time.”
Ashton was taken aback. He had no idea this was one of your kinks. How long had you been thinking of it? What did it mean for his relationship with you?
“I understand if that’s something you wouldn’t want to do, but I promise you this won’t change anything for us”, you asserted, knowing he would be thinking your future together was uncertain. “I won’t love you less, or want you less, or beg for you less. I have always wondered what it’d be like to be fucked by two guys at once, and you told me I should always share my fantasies with you. But you really don’t have to agree with it if you’re not comfor–”
“No, I want to do it”, he interrupted you. Ashton grabbed you by your neck, more gently than he normally would, and pulled you in for a chaste kiss. “Have you got anyone in mind?”
Still on your knees, you nodded. However, you were embarrassed to say who. Now that you were talking about it everything just seemed so reckless and you were afraid you’d ruin your relationship with him by saying who you’d been fantasizing about.
“Cat’s got your tongue, bun? I won’t be mad, just tell me who you want to fuck. Don’t be embarrassed by it, please.” Oh, that please was definitely something new, that’s how outside of his comfort zone he was. You took the hand he had on your neck in your own and stood up. Gently kissing his knuckles, you tried to calm him down. This was new territory for both of you and you were just as anxious requesting it as he was hearing what you had to say. You sat on his lap facing him, each of your legs by the sides of his.
“Ok, um”, you wet your lips slowly, taking some time to build the courage to tell him you desperately wanted one of his band mates and best friends buried deep into you. “It’s ok if you don’t want to have a threesome with someone we know, but...” you stopped yourself, too uncertain about your request, too agitated to say anything, too ashamed to make your fantasy known. He thrusted his hips up against your pussy, making you moan a little. You were still wet from his demanding tone and your pussy was sensitive, begging for his touch. Ashton laughed at your desperation, you’re always so ready for me, words he had said way too many times before echoing in your head. He was trying to lighten the mood by getting you aroused but you felt like crying. Jesus fuck, you really just felt like crying, you felt humiliated even though Ashton was being beyond supportive. He continued to move his hips against you and started kissing your neck. Ashton was being reassuring, between light pecks to your neck and harsh hickeys on your chest he kept whispering to you that he would let you know if he didn’t want to do something.
Never stopping thrusting against your pussy, he delighted himself in the view of you melting on his lap. “Look at you”, his tone was gentle, caring. “You’re so hot, almost cumming just from feeling my dick rubbing against your pussy. We’re not even naked, bunny, and you’re still so good to me. Please tell me. Ask me whatever you want.” His hands held your waist firmly, dragging you down onto his lap, helping you roll your hips so you could get as much contact with his cock as you wished to. You were really edging towards an orgasm just from the dry humping. Ashton kept kissing your neck, taking turns between licking and nipping he left a fire trail on your skin. You were moaning, getting lost in the feeling of his dick and lips pressing onto you, but you hadn’t answered his question yet.
Your silence made him stop what he was doing and you moaned in protest. Ashton shushed you and slid his hand between your bodies until he reached your clit. Still over your panties he stimulated you with slow circling motions of his fingers. This was torturing and you huffed impatient. Giggling, he picked up the pace. The way he looked at you, encouraging you to cum just from rubbing your clit, was obscene. He had a snippy smirk on his face but you couldn’t bother, you were definitely going to cum right there.
You could feel your orgasm pooling at the pit of your stomach and your moans became louder. Chasing your high, you started moving your hips against his fingers. You were on a frenzy, your head lolling back. Ashton pushed your panties aside and teased you, lightly grazing your bare clit. He watched you closely, he absolutely loved how you reacted to him and your begging eyes were too hot for him not to comply. He rubbed your clit harshly with his thumb as he mercilessly pounded his index and middle fingers into you. You’d purse your lips together to better control yourself and open your mouth slightly to moan; your eyes fluttering shut and open as your head tried to process all the different sensations Ashton caused you. You were so close now that you just couldn’t say anything coherent, he had gotten you to the point you both liked best, when you were a babbling mess. Fuck, his touch was so good, divine honestly. His quick fingers had you seeing stars. Two more pumps and you’d come on his fingers. You were so close, dizzy from the feeling of your near climax, when he stopped.
You looked at him appalled, “Ash”, you began but he pushed your hair back harshly. He knew you were feeling a little insecure, he didn’t want to invalidate that feeling. But he also knew how much you loved being a sub, and he thought that if he pushed the right buttons and made you submit he’d get you in a safe head space where you’d feel comfortable to share your fantasies with him. So he kept pushing your hair back until you were almost falling off his lap. He looked at you angrily, disgusted even. Ashton was pissed off at you. The teasing, not answering his questions, you were straight up just being a brat.
“Bunny, you’ll cum when you tell me who the fuck you want pounding into you at the same time as me”, the words gave you goosebumps, electricity going down your spine. “I’ll keep fingering you and you won’t be allowed to cum until you tell me who you want in our threesome. If you do cum before telling me I’ll punish you like I never did. I would tell you I’ll spank you but you’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut? So the punishment will be different. I won’t let you cum for an undetermined time. I won’t let you touch me for an undetermined time. I won’t let you touch yourself or get yourself off for an undetermined time. I won’t eat you out for an undetermined time. I won’t finger you for an undetermined time. I will use that pretty little vibrator on you, edging you over and over but never letting you cum every single night for an undetermined time. I’ll deprive you from all the things that you want until I feel like you’ve been punished enough, so be smart. I know you’re really close to cumming on my hand, I saw the faces you’re making, I felt the desperation in your hip movements; so, if I were you, I’d start talking.”
He resumed his unrelenting pace and you knew you had to tell him already. Your body was trembling whole as you kept yourself from climaxing. You felt tears burning in the back of your throat when he choked you with his free hand. He was going to do everything to push you ever closer to your orgasm, you couldn’t hold much longer and tears streamed down your face when you finally told him. “Luke”, you nearly screamed. “Ash, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry”, you were sobbing now, so embarrassed by it. “I want Luke. I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry.” He let go of your neck and you came. Your body was still shaking as you felt your orgasm wreaking havoc on your body. You let your head rest against the crook of his neck as he kept fingering you. Still crying, you continued to whisper apologies in his ear.
His touch wasn’t harsh anymore, he was just helping you through your orgasm. One of his hands was caressing your back as he shushed you, calming you down. “Bunny, it’s ok. Please don’t cry, please don’t apologize”, he wouldn’t stop with the pleases, which was fascinating and soothing. You didn’t dare look at him, so you just kept your head where it was, hidden between his shoulder and neck. You were still whimpering.
“I just feel so embarrassed. I’m afraid this will ruin us forever. Please don’t leave me, we don’t have to do it.”
“Oh, bunny, we absolutely have to do it. Don’t worry, this won’t ruin us. I’ll call Luke right away, I bet he’ll enjoy the idea too.”
Dom!Ashton, Switch!Reader series.
You and Ashton have been dating for a few months now and you want to propose a threesome with another guy after fantasizing about DP for quite some time. There's a lot at stake here: you're afraid you could ruin your relationship with Ashton by proposing a threesome and you're afraid you could ruin his relationship with one of his best friends by fantasizing about him.
