Request: pLS can I have one where Michael or Ashton is like a peasant boy and I’m a princess?? lol
ask and you shall receive ^.^ Warning: Smut underneath the break! xx
The kingdom was thriving. Harvest was plentiful, the subjects were pleased. The palace renovations were nearly finished, and your coronation was coming soon.
Your family often took policed strolls through the kingdom, choosing to be relatively close to all of the people in your land. It wasn’t rare for you to stop into the small shop and boutiques lining the streets, always with a genial smile gracing your lips. You were a princess in every sense of the word; regal, pleasant, kind. Your intelligence, ability to be in tune with your subjects, is what made your parents want to give the kingdom to the crown.
It was only a day until your coronation; the palace was too busy with people flitting in and out, cooks, maids, butlers, tailors, all of the people who are trying to make sure your night goes along smoothly.
It was too much.
You begged your chambermaid to let you go into town for the afternoon, just to catch a break. She grudgingly agreed, calling upon the other young girls in your court to escort you. You always had a pension for disappearing into town.
A few hours passed in town, you chatting with the townspeople and eyeing the hundreds of items down in the market. Honestly, it was easy to peel away from your escorts – the guard in charge of your safety normally smiles upon you, nodding quickly.
“Please do make your adventure a short one, Princess (Y/N).” Guard Andrew silently implores as you smirk to yourself and slink away.
The market was full of people today, everyone shopping and chatting just as any other day. You stop in at a small shop, fingers gingerly touching the small antiques as your heart thrummed in anticipation. You pull your cloak closer to your body; you didn’t want anyone to see you, except for him.
“Can I help you, miss?”
The voice is familiar, too familiar, bringing back flashing memories of messy sheets and breathy moans and the constant, steady thrumming of hearts. You turn cautiously and break into a smile before hugging Ashton tightly, your arms wrapping around him quickly before releasing him.
“Don’t be smart, Irwin. We haven’t much time.” You were never really one to wait.
He growls softly before clutching your wrist, half-dragging you to the back room behind the shop, flipping the ‘open’ sign over. Your back pressed against the door as soon as it closed, Ashton’s lips kissing your forehead, cheeks, and finally your lips.
“I’m sorry I haven’t-”
“You haven’t come to my balcony in so long, I thought-”
“I missed you everyday, Princess.” Ashton gets serious for a moment, hazel eyes darkening with the sentiment. The look makes your stomach flip; you are so in love.
“I miss you all the time…” you whimper, leaning forward and biting into his neck. Ashton let’s you have this moment, this small expression of power you don’t get to show often; he likes it on you. He moans when your hands venture south; underneath his shirt to run fingers across the plains of his stomach, up to his back to skirt over the angles in his shoulders. “I miss you all the time.”
“M-me too…” He chokes as you kneel before him, your eyes wide as one of his large hands knocks your hood off of your head so he can see you. “Even more beautiful than the last time, my Princess.”
“Mm…that’s ‘Your Highness to you, my love.” You chide, slipping his work pants and underwear down around his ankles. You don’t have much time, the two of you almost never do, so you’ve become a professional at the art of quick pleasure. Ashton groans when you take him into your mouth entirely, forcing your reflexes down. His breathing staggers when he looks down; the sight of you, Princess (Y/N), the soon-to-be ruler of the kingdom he lives in, on your knees with his dick in your mouth, is almost too much for him to handle. His hands fly from the door to your hair, holding you in place as he begins to thrust his hips.
“Oh, fuck, baby, yeah, so g-good, so good to me, shit…” He’s babbling, and somewhere deep down, when you’ve gone back to the palace, he’s going to wonder if he’s embarrassed himself. But you swirl your tongue along the underside of his cock and he almost sees stars, a guttural moan wracking through him as he looks down again. “This is what you came for, yeah? Can’t seem to keep my cock out of your mouth?”
You press your legs together and let your eyes close in bliss as he uses you, trusts you in a way no one else ever has. You pull off completely, Your hand quickly replacing your mouth as you stroke him wildly, your mouth already open and waiting.
“Oh my god, Princess, oh shit, I’m gonna come, gonna come all over that royal fucking face. Fuck…”
It’s then that your orgasm sneaks up on you, the combination of his words and hands in your hair and thighs pressed tightly together building. Your hand jerks as you come and he follows you into oblivion, the loud shout of your name followed by a string of profanities.
“Ashton, fucking hell…”
He helps you stand, leaning you back against the door and pressing kisses to your lips. You moan loosely when his fingers slip past your dress, gathering your release on his fingertips. He presses the digits into his mouth, his own eyes fluttering at the mere taste of you.
“Still so good after all these months…” He murmurs, kissing you again. You whimper into his mouth, smile fading slightly.
“Please come see me tonight; I miss you.”
“But your coronation is tomorrow my love, I-”
“That doesn’t matter. Come to it. I want to see you, be with you. Please, Ash.” You whine, and it doesn’t matter to you that you sound desperate. You brush away a stray piece of golden hair falling from his bun and you smile at him again. He leans in and kisses the inside of your wrist, tongue poking out just a bit as he decides.
“I’ll be there, Princess.” He smiles, kissing you deeply once again. Your ears tune in to the clopping of the horse’s hooves outside the shop and reluctantly peel yourself from him, peppering his lips a few more times before you open the back room door again.
“I’ll see you tonight, Princess.” Ashton confirms, his own heart beating wildly as you draw up your hood yet again. You turn and smirk at him, winking.
it just sort of happens. hot tears prick from behind your eyelids and quite honestly you’re not completely sure why you’re crying but you are, terribly, with wet cheeks and staggered breath to prove it. you curl into your bed cover, sobbing, mostly for no unknown reason, but also because Calum couldn’t be there with you to make it better. He’d be a little freaked out; calum isn’t good with random emotion, but you know if he was with you he’s do everything in his power to make you smile again, even when it felt like the weight of the entire world was on your shoulders.
you pick up your phone and FaceTime him, after meticulous calculation of the time difference between California and Shanghai.
“Hey, baby! I was just about to call you!” Calum mutters, and though you can tell it’s still light outside, he’s in bed too. you sniffle and tears prick again and Calum looks at you with concern, “you don’t have to cry baby I’m not that sexy”
“shut up, cal,” you matter, small smirk on your face, “I just haven’t talked to you in a long time. missed your voice.”
“I miss your everything, baby. I really do.”
and that’s kind of how you fall asleep, in between consciousness and zen with Calum humming harmonies to songs you don’t know and the knowledge that he will always be there for you.
