champagne (a.i. blurb request)
This is a little blurbie I wrote for @sugarcoated-pain by request. It’s cute and a little smutty lol. Hope you enjoy!
You were drunk. God, you were so drunk.
Your sweet boyfriend, who was just as drunk as you was attempting to help you take off your high heeled boots because you couldn’t balance long enough to pull them off yourself. The two of you were giggling uncontrollably, as he attempted to pull the shoes off. He stumbled a few times but finally managed to have you barefoot.
“Did you use lube to get into these things?” Ashton laughed, tossing your boots over by the front door.
“I was sober when I…” a loud hiccup leaves your mouth “…when I put them on, babe.” You laugh and sloppily sit up from the couch to attempt to stand up.
“You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” He looks down at you from where he stands, hands in his front pockets and a dimpled grin on his face. The alcohol in your veins was suddenly burning when your eyes met.
“I don’t wanna be cute…wanna be sexy.” You pretend to pout, getting up from the couch on wobbly legs and standing in front of Ash. You run a finger up the buttoned seem of his shirt, thinking of how much you wanted to rip it open.
“You are sexy, my love. The sexiest.” Ashton wobbles a little, his cheeks heating up and turning pink when you touch him.
“I’m not sure I believe you.” Your pull your bottom lip between your teeth and slowly undo one of the buttons on his shirt. Your eye sight blurring a bit when you start to reach for the next one. “God why did we drink so much?” You shake your head with a smile.
“In our defense, the bartender was rather heavy handed with our drinks. Plus, Cal said it was Duke’s birthday.” Ashton says, some curls falling down into his face. Newly dyed black and making you want him even more.
“Did we really use Calum’s dogs birthday as an excuse to get drunk?” You laugh, almost stumbling backwards but steadying yourself with the Ashton’s biceps.
“Steady, angel.” He says quietly, face so close to yours.
“Maybe we should eat something?” You ask, your breathing a bit uneven.
“Mmm, I could definitely eat.” Ashton’s nose brushes yours and his hands finally latch onto your hips. His touch made you want to burst.
“I’m not sure we’re talking about eating the same thing.” You tease, warm hands sliding up the front of his shirt to get to his skin.
“You weren’t talking about that frozen pizza we have in the freezer?” Ashton laughs and you pinch his side, making him laugh even louder until he pulls you flush against him.
“That pizza does sound pretty good right now.” You smile against his mouth when he brings his lips down onto yours. He hums appreciatively at the feel of your mouth.
“Anything for you.” Ashton pecks your lips, not giving you more of the kiss you’d been craving. He grabs your hand and the both of your stumble your way into your kitchen. You whine as he gently pulls you along behind him.
“I want you to kiss me, Ash. I was kidding about the pizza.” You let go of his hand as you enter the kitchen, flopping the top half of your body onto the counter and sprawling across it.
“We should eat first.” He smiles widely, smacking your ass playfully as he walks by to get to the fridge.
“Why are you teasing?” You continued to drunkenly whine with your face pressed against the cool marble of the counter top.
“Did you like that?” He pretended to act as if he didn’t already know, pulling out the drawer of the freezer and grabbing out the frozen pizza.
“Ashton.” You sighed. You watched him turn on the oven, pressing the temp into the settings before turning to look at you again.
“So needy for me tonight, aren’t you baby?” He continued his teasing. “Kind of warm in here, isn’t it?” His wide smile was infectious, but when he undid the rest of the button his shirt and pulled it off his arms, you started to squirm against the counter. Nothing was more beautiful than Ashton Irwin’s body.
“It is, isn’t it?” You stood up, stumbling slightly. You made sure he was watching and then pulled your shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor dramatically. You were not going to let him win this game.
“What are you doing, angel?” Ashton smirked, slowly undoing the buckle of his belt and letting it hang off of his hips. You wanted nothing more than to rush over and fall to your knees in front of him, but you couldn’t, not yet.
“What are you doing?” You raised an eyebrow, attempting to lean against the counter sexily. Your hands slipped briefly, making you look ridiculous. Ashton threw his head back with a laugh. “Shut up, Ash!”
“I’m sorry, baby. You look amazing, I swear.” He continued giggling and you continued blushing.
“I’m thirsty. Do we still have that champagne?” You tried to change the subject, walking over to the fridge and throwing both doors wide open, making some glass clank around inside the shelves.
“You really think we need more alcohol?” Ashton came to stand behind you as you bent over looking for the champagne.
“It’s just champagne, baby. It’s barely alcohol if you ask me.” You brushed him off, finally finding the black bottle behind the orange juice, noting to make mimosas for your hangover tomorrow.
“Suppose a little can’t hurt. Let me help you.” He took the bottle from your hands as you struggled with the cork. You crossed your arms over your chest in a pout.
“I totally loosened that for you.” You said as he popped the cork and handed you back the bottle.
“I know you did, beautiful.” He moved to kiss you, but you dodged his lips. Instead, scooting back and jumping up to sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Just so thirsty.” You sigh with a smile, knowing Ashton is getting frustrated.
“Come on, babe. Don’t do that.” Ashton comes to stand between your legs, and you too willingly let him.
“I don’t think that kiss denial was quite as mean as you taking your shirt off.” You put the bottle to your lips and take a long drink. You were going to be so damn hungover.
“We’ve got about 20 minutes while that pizza cooks, I’d like to make the best of that time if that’s alright with you my love.” His huge hands rest on top of your thighs, itching to inch forward and touch you more.
“Is that a challenge?” You ask.
“Depends…what’s your wager here?” Ashton leans over and attaches his lips to your neck, your eyes rolling to the back of your head almost instantly.
“Just drink this and shut up.” You hand him the bottle and let him start taking a drink, purposely bumping his hand so he spills some from his lips down onto his chest.
“What the fuck, babe?” He giggles, the cutest drunk giggle you’ve ever heard. He goes to wipe it away but you stop his hand.
“I’ll get it.” You wet your lips with your tongue, lowering your head to his chest and flattening your tongue against his skin. You lick a long dramatic stripe over his peck, circling his nipple and making him groan. You lift your eyes to his, trying to appear innocent.
“Was this your plan then?” He smiles lazily, holding the bottle in one hand and using his other to cup the side of your neck, thumb stroking the column of your throat.
“Absolutely was.” You wink, knowing you’ve once again failed to look sexy.
“Lay back.” He steps back slightly, you look at him a moment in all of his shirtless glory, before obeying and lying flat on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge.
“Good girl.” He coos. Ashton lifts himself up onto the counter on his knees. He towers over your body, taking the bottle and pouring a small sip onto your stomach and navel. “Be very still.” He whispers against your skin when his mouth comes down.
His long tongue flicks over the small puddle, making you squirm. His hands come to your hips to hold you still, flattening his tongue and licking up the rest of the sticky champagne. His lips suck at your skin and drag across the goosebumps forming. He moves up slightly, picking up the bottle again and carefully makes a path a droplets between your breasts and up to your neck.
“Oh my god, Ash.” You sigh dreamily when his mouth comes back to your skin. His tongue laps at the bubbly between sucking kisses to the tops of your breasts. His teeth drag lightly over your chest, nipping and leaving small marks in their path.
“Think I can make you cum like this?” He smiles into your neck, pressing wet kisses to your jaw.
“Maybe if you were naked.” You teased, finally letting yourself slide your hands over his shoulders and into his messy hair.
“That can be arranged.” He quickly kisses your lips before jumping down off the counter. You sit up on your elbows to watch him.
Ashton slides his belt out of the loops of his jeans, dropping it to the floor with a clang. You bite down onto your lip as he undoes the button and zipper, knowing for a fact he isn’t wearing any underwear. He pulls the material off his hips, losing his footing slightly when he takes them off over his feet. But you’re far too turned on at this point to make any jokes about his gracefulness. He’s standing completely naked in front of you, running his hands through his hair and smiling at you angelically.
“Get back over here.” You beckon for him to come back, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You toss it and see it land in the sink out of the corner of your eye.
“Yes ma’am.” He stalks back over, eyes trained on your chest and quickly flicking to your lips when he reaches you. Your lips meet his in a fiery, champagne kiss. Tongues slipping into the other mouth in a frenzy.
Ashton’s hands quickly make work of the button and zipper of your jeans. He pulls away from your lips long enough to pull them and your underwear off in one pull. He didn’t want to waste another second getting inside you.
“Is this the first time we’ve fucked in here?” You ask after he’s deposited your jeans and underwear to the floor.
“I’d fuck you in here every day if you want me to.” Ashton breathed against your mouth before capturing it in another kiss. Smiling between kisses, you wrapped your legs around his waist just as he picked you up off the counter. Your back slammed against the cold metal of the fridge in an instant.
“Not messing around anymore, are you baby?” You asked, hands going into his hair.
“Pizza’s almost done.” He says with another wide smile, making you laugh loudly.
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