Summary: Ashton eating pussy. That's it that's the fic send tweet
Title: cola - Lana Del Rey
Warnings: smut, oral(f recieving), makeup sex-ish? I mean at the end there is implied sex so, probably etc.
a/n: i had way too much fun writing this>.<
Working in a home studio had its pros and cons. Especially in this fuck ass pandemic- it wasn’t fun. Covid had practically taken over the earth, as everyone was in lockdown. But anywho.
It was pretty late at night, and you were simply sitting in yours and Ashton’s shared bedroom doing whatever, whilst Ash was in the home studio working on his upcoming solo album, it was like he practically lived in there- he was in there all day. Yes, you understood he was working hard- but checking up once in a while wouldn’t be that bad right?
At that thought, you had stood up from the bed and made your way to the little studio, quietly peeking through the door to see him playing guitar.
It didn’t take him long to spot you though, as he looked over to the door and saw you peeking, and smiled when he saw you. You smiled back obviously(bc like gurl its polite (i'm so sorry i need to be serious when writing)
“Hi, love.” he spoke softly, setting his guitar down and patting his lap, motioning for you to sit down. You shyly walked over and did as he was implying, straddling his lap and placing your face in his neck. He chuckled softly at your actions.
“Hello.” you then spoke, answering his greetings from a moment ago. He started softly running his fingers in your hair, calming you down even more.
“You seem off, what’s wrong?” he then asked suddenly, and i mean he was right about acting off, you usually weren’t this clingy.
“I just,” you cut yourself off, not wanting to annoy Ashton with your response as you knew well, he was working hard.
“It’s okay,” he reassured, implying to be honest about your answer.
You sigh and lift your head from his neck, now face to face with him. “I just- i know you're working on your solo album and all, but it feels like that's kinda all you do now, i miss you.” you answered sincerely, hoping he wouldn’t get angry at your honesty.
He didn’t thank god, he only frowned.
“Oh, I'm so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” he spoke, suddenly pressing his lips to yours softly. You kissed him back in the same matter and pulled away.
“It’s okay,” you reassured, smiling at him. He smiled back before speaking,
“I’ll make it up to you soon, okay?” he spoke, making your face light up. You nodded in answer, and he kissed you on the cheek.
*time skip bc i didn’t know what to write from there☺️*
Sat in the dark of the bedroom, you were scrolling through twitter, trying to cure your boredom. You were wearing a short pink silk nightie that had a very small slit for some reason, but it was cute, so you weren’t complaining. Then heard the door open, looking to see Ashton standing in the doorway, looking hotter than ever.
You slightly closed your legs, hoping he wouldn’t notice before smiling at him. He smiled back before walking over and sitting next to you on the bed, you set your phone down as he softly grabbed your hips, pulling you to sit on his lap and straddle him as you were earlier. You were surprised, but you didn’t complain.
It suddenly felt awkward, but then out of nowhere he placed his lips on yours, obviously kissing you. You kissed him back softly, and the kiss was progressing from soft to rough quickly. He then suddenly flipped the both of you over, so now you were pinned down and he was on top.
You were running out of breath, so you pulled away, but then he placed his face into your neck and began placing kisses, bites, and even some hickeys upon it. You gasped at the sudden action, before fluttering your eyes shut and letting him do whatever to your body.
You felt yourself becoming more wet, so you squeezed your thighs together to soothe the uncomfortable feeling. As Ashton’s kisses started to go south, he was now in between your legs.
He then softly opened your legs to reveal your clothed puss and saw there was a small damp spot from how wet you were.
“So wet, this all f’me?” he asked cockily, his suddenly deep voice making you hornier. You nodded, to which his smirk faltered.
“I need words, hun.” he told you. You sighed, “all for you.” you answered, slightly embarrassed.
He smirked then moved his hands in between your legs, moving your panties to the side and without warning going to town, the quickness of it felt like his softness was just a fragment of your imagination.
You gasped at the contact, but then untensed and calmed down when he placed one of his hands on your thigh and rubbed his thumb on it, but still continued his rough (consented) assault on your puss.
Your back arched in pleasure and whimpers spilled out of your mouth as he rotated between fucking you with his tongue and teasing the fuck out of your clit, your legs shaking at the intense stimulation.
He pulled away for a second, leaving you with questions, but they were answered when he grabbed the waistband of your panties and ripped them off of you, but you couldn’t care less at the moment.
He then restarted his actions, eating your puss like it was his last meal, suckling your clit, you threw your head back and whined, grabbing his hair and softly pulling, he groaned at that, and the vibrations of it sent you close to your upcoming orgasm.
He then brought one of his hands to in between your legs, and again without warning pushing a finger in. you softly moaned at the stimulation as he started thrusting it in and out, adding another one and continuing.
You were so close, and he knew. So he sped up his actions. Thrusting his fingers faster as well as adding a third one and continuing to suck your clit like no tomorrow. You were squirming like hell, the knot in your stomach felt tight as your orgasm was getting closer and closer by the second.
With those words you just couldn’t hold back, your orgasm hitting you like a brick and you know damn well he licked it all up with no complaints.
“Mmmm, taste so good..” he murmured, moving up to look at you. Sprawled out, hair slightly messy, out of breath and trying to catch it, but then you heard his belt unbuckling.
“M’ not done with you yet, i've still gotta make it up to you.”
This was about to be a long, long night.
