I put too large a burden on you. I never even listened closely to you. I apologize. I only wanted to use my experience to give you a good life. But now I see, the experience of the older generation is but the past, and may not be right for you. You must walk your own path. From now on, follow your heart.
//Smut and a little fluff at the end// (My first time writing smut don’t come @ me)
//so essentially you’re the photographer for 5sos and you’re shooting the bathtub picture from the Easier music video and you’ve been crushing on Ashton for forever but when you see him in the bathtub soaking wet, it makes you soaking wet (sorry had too) and also Michael is your big brother and Crystal is your best friend and they set you two up bc their tired of you teasing each other//
“Okay,” you say, squatting down in front of the giant tub and focusing your camera. “Luke, I need you to tilt your head back against the ledge,” “Perfect, thank you,” you tell him, snapping a few photos of the four boys.
You had only been 5 seconds of summer’s photographer for a few weeks, but management really liked what you had done so far, so they asked you to shoot the promo for the band’s new single, ‘Easier’.
“Okay guys, that was great. You can go now,” you tell them, flicking through the photos you took. You couldn’t help but stare at Ashton's figure. You wondered how someone could be so effortlessly photogenic. Your eyes drink in the photo, looking at how his head was rolled back and his eyes were shut. You couldn’t help but wonder if he would look like that as he took you, right there in that tub.
“You alright, Y/n?” Ashton says from behind you, making you jump. “Sorry,” he chuckles as you stand up from the ground and awkwardly dusk off your thighs. The blush crept up your cheeks as you, once again, took in his appearance.
The black shirt he wore clung to the muscles that adorned his chest and his biceps were on the verge of popping out of his sleeves. His black trousers were also clinging to other things... You gulped, averting your gaze from his thighs as thoughts rushed through your mind.
Clearly, he knew what he was doing to you. The way his lips twinged up slightly on one side of his face, and the way he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth. He was teasing you. Had Michael told him about your little crush?
“Y/n?” he steps closer to you, leaving about a foot of distance in between the two of you. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Oh-uh-yeah- I’m fine,” you managed to stutter, scooping up all of your camera equipment in your arms and speed walking to Michael’s dressing room. You burst through the door, ready to throw hands.
“Michael I’m going to kill yo- holy shit I’m so sorry,” you say, shutting the door quickly. You had walked in on your brother burying himself in between his fiancee Crystal’s legs.
You slide down the wall and bury your head in your knees, the fuzzy feeling radiating in your stomach only increases when you hear that husky voice say your name.
“Y/n?” Ashton asks, standing in front of you. You could see the black dress shoes he wore from under your arms. “What’s wrong?” he asks, making you lift your head and meet his gaze. He had combed his hair again and he was wearing a bright white wife-beater tucked into black trousers. His abs popped out of the sheer shirt and his tattoos were on display for you.
“Earth to Y/n,” he says, raising his eyebrows and popping his dimple out with a bright smile. He waved his hand in front of your face and you snapped back to reality, the blush creeping up your cheeks again as you realized that you had been staring... again.
Suddenly, Ashton’s lips were inches away from your face. His hand rested on the wall above your head, holding himself up so he could lean down to your ear. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt him fan his breath across the side of your neck.
“You know,” he says, his voice soft yet husky. “If you want me to kiss you so badly, you could have just said so, doll.” Your eyes widen at the words that leave his plump red lips. God, what was he doing to you?!
He moves his head so that his lips are centimeters away from yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you prepare for the relief that washes over you. Or so you thought...
Michael’s dressing room door creaks, making both you and Ashton jump. The drummer straightens himself up and begins to saunter down the hall before Michael can suspect anything as he approaches you, Crystal on his arm.
“Sorry about earlier,” you mumble to the both of them. “Should've knocked.”
“It’s okay,” Crystal says lightly, sliding down the wall next to you. “Something’s up,” she says, tilting her head at you. “What is it?” Ever since your brother had started dating Crystal, the two of you became best friends, and you would tell each other everything. She was the big sister you never had.
You sigh. “Ashton.”
Crystal and Michael both gasp in unison as you had told them about your little crush on the red-haired man after one too many shots were taken at the club.
“Babe, what happened?” Crystal asks you.
“He almost kissed me but... Didn’t...?” you tell them, confused about the whole situation yourself. “And,” you start. “He’s been like... teasing me... like all day,” you finish, burying your face in your hands again.
“Oh my God,” Michael says. “My little sister is gonna get laid by Ashton Irwin.”
You wack him on the back of the head.
“What?” he says smugly. “One of us has to fulfill my dream.”
This time it’s Crystal’s turn to thwack him on the back of the head. You laugh a little, pulling your tongue in between your teeth.
“Somebody’s got a crush!” Michael yells, jumping up and skipping through the halls.
“Idiot,” you say to yourself, making you and Crystal burst into a fit of laughter.
Once Michael had disappeared down the long hallway, Crystal decided to give you some real advice. She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. She meant business and you could tell.
“All jokes aside,” she started, leaning up against the opposite wall. “Ashton obviously likes you, and his way of flirting is teasing with you.”
You stand up and pace up and down the hall. “How do I know he’s not just fucking with me?” you say, throwing your hands up.
“He’s not,” a voice says behind you and you jump (you could blame the four cups of coffee you had this morning for how jumpy you were).
“Luke?” you say. “How much of that did you hear?”
“All of it,” He says chuckling to himself. “Walls aren’t too thick here, huh? Anyways,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve known Ashton since I was a teenager and I know that he wouldn’t ever fuck with a girl’s feelings like that. He definitely likes you.”
“See?” Crystal says. “Even Luke agrees with me.”
You look up at the ceiling. “What do I do,” You say to no one in particular, hoping the answer will be laid out right in front of you.
“Personally,” Luke says, burying his hands in his pockets. “I would dress as sexy as possible and barge into his hotel room tonight. Works every time because even if he doesn’t reciprocate, at least you’ll get a good fuck out of it.”
“Luke!” you and Crystal say in unison.
“That’s a terrible idea,” Crystal says rolling her eyes. “Just go talk to him. See what he’s about.” Luke shrugs.
“Suit yourself.”
“Thanks for the advice,” you say to Crystal. “I love you so much and I’m so happy you’re gonna be my sister in-law.” Crystal smiles at this.
“Me too,” she says. “Go get him, girl!”
“I will!” you say, running down the hall.
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It was around 7:30 in the evening and you still weren’t sure what to do about the ache in your lower stomach. You were driving yourself crazy thinking about the drummer with the red hair and the snake tattoo on his bicep.
You were laying on the bed in your hotel room, staring at the ceiling, when a knock at the door tore you out of your thoughts. You reluctantly opened it to see no one. Wait, what?
Had you imagined that knock? You sighed and shut the door when a yellow card caught your eye. You bent over, picking it up delicately and inspecting the outside of it.
Y/n Y/l/n was written in red ink, fancy looped letters adorned the page. You opened the note.
Y/n,
meet me by the pool at 8. Wear something you can get wet.
-Ashton
You were shaking as you read the note, tracing over each loop and letter, trying to get a hold of what you had just read.
“Wear something you can get wet?” You mumble to yourself. “What does that even mean?”
Michaels POV
“Wear something you can get wet?” Crystal says, raising her eyebrows. “Are you 13?”
“It’s mysterious,” I say, happy with myself as I fold up the note. “They’ll never know.”
“Okay,” Crystal says, folding up an identical note. “Ashton’s is done too. Now all that’s left to do is slip the notes under their doors.”
Ashton’s POV
Ashton,
Meet me by the pool at 8. It’s important.
-Y/n
I read the note over and over again, trying to wake myself up from this daydream. My stomach was full of butterflies as the image of y/n, completely naked in the pool, floated through my head. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as I scolded myself for such thoughts. She said it was important.
I grab my leather jacket and take a deep breath as I make my way down the hallway.
Reader’s POV
7:57. The cold night air made you shiver as you made your way to the pool. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him, the moonlight illuminating his features.
His trousers were rolled up to his shins, feet dipped in the water as a strand of hair fell into his face. His bicep flexed as he pushed it off his forehead. He looked nervous.
“Hey,” You say quietly, catching his attention.
“Hey,” he breathes, patting the space next to him on the pool deck. You watched his eyes flutter over your body as you carefully sat next to him.
It’s quiet for a while as you figure out what to say.
“Why did-“ you were cut off when Ashton cupped your cheek with his hand and pressed his lips to yours. You could’ve sworn fireworks went off and at that moment, everything was perfect.
You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you to your feet, his lips feverishly kissing yours. Hours and hours of pent up feelings were released and the relief that you felt was amazing.
He pressed your back into the wall, the coldness of the brick chilling your bones as you kissed like your life depended on it. You found the door, slipping through it as your fingers ran through Ashton’s red locks.
Before you knew it, you were pressed up against the door to his hotel room as he fiddled with the room key. Ashton kicked the door closed with his foot, your lips not once breaking contact.
The back of your legs hit the mattress and your knees buckled backward, pulling Ashton on top of you. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and he was making it hard to catch your breath. Your nails scraped down his chest before you reached the hem of his shirt, pushing it over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room.
No words were exchanged as you undressed each other, leaving both of you in your underwear.
“Y/n,” Ashton pants, breaking the passionate silence. “I really like you but do you really want this?” His forehead was pressed into yours and your eyes fluttered shut as you nodded your head.
“Words, Doll,” he says, running his hand through your long hair.
“Yes, Ashton. I want this. I want you,” you tell him, before attaching your lips to his again. He reaches around to your bra clasp, moaning at the feeling of your bare breasts pressing into his chest.
Your back arches against him, hoping that you get some friction. Sweat is beading on your forehead as you pant. He attaches his lips to your neck, making you writhe underneath him. He marks your skin with his swollen lips, sucking and biting at the tender flesh. You moan quietly as he finds your sweet spot, gripping at his hair.
Your hands roam down his shoulders to his arms, squeezing them as he moves his mouth lower and lower. He stops his mouth at your breasts and swirls his tongue around your nipple, using his hand to pinch the other. Nails scrape down his chest as you reach the hem of his boxers, tugging on the tightening fabric slightly.
Ashton grunts, helping you pull them off. You moan at the sight of his hard cock springing up against his stomach, tip red and leaking pre-cum.
“Ashton,” you moan as his lips reach your navel, sucking and biting at the soft skin. He grabs your underwear with his teeth and slowly drags it down your legs. He looks up at you, asking for your permission and you nod, fisting the sheets as he blows air on your needy heat.
“So wet for me, Love,” he says, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Who got you this worked up?” He smirks, stopping his actions and watching you squirm under him.
“You,” you whisper, wanting him, needing him to do something.
“Sorry, What was that?” He asks, smirking.
“You, Ashton!”
“There you go, Doll.” He dips his tongue into your folds and you feel as though you could come undone right there. He drags his tongue down from your aching clit to your dripping heat, dipping it in and out. He kitten licks your clit, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud making you scream.
“Ashton!” You moan, grabbing at his head. He groans into your heat as you pull his hair.
He continues to work your button with his tongue as he sticks his finger in your hole. Breathy moans leave your mouth as he ravishes you with his tongue and his fingers. He adds two more fingers, opening you up.
“Ashton! I’m gonna,” your words jumble up as you clench around his fingers.
“Cum for me, Doll. Let go.” Ashton places soft kisses on your face as you come down from your high.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says into your neck as he rubs the tip of his throbbing cock over your soaking folds.
“Ashton,” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pecks your lips.
“Yes, love?”
“I like you, too,” You say. “A lot.”
Ashton lets out a breathy laugh and pecks you on the cheek again before pushing himself into you. You both moan in sync as he pushes in further, going balls deep into you.
“God, Baby. You’re so tight.” He starts fucking you at a steady pace, your nails scraping down his back. Throaty moans and the slapping of skin are all that can be heard in the dark hotel room as your dreams come true.
Ashton dips his head into the crook of your neck, adding more marks that were sure to turn purple tomorrow. He feels you clench around his cock, signaling that you’re close and he throws his head back, closing his eyes. I guess he does look like that when he’s taking you. You almost laugh at your stupid fantasy before your orgasm takes over.
“Ashton!” You scream his name, marking his back. He pulls you through your orgasm before spilling his hot load into you.
He falls back on the bed beside you as you both catch your breaths. He pulls your body close to you and kisses your lips.
“Y/n?” He asks, rubbing his hand up and down your hip.
“Mm,” You mumble, burying your face in his hot chest.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Of course,” You say, planting a kiss on his lips.
The Next Morning—————————————————
“Good morning, Love,” a voice says beside you, groggy and deep from sleep.
You groan, snuggling impossibly closer to the warm body next to you.
“Too early.”
Ashton chuckles. “It’s 11:30, Love.”
Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you recall the events of last night.
“Time to wake up!” Michael’s voice echoes from the other side of the door.
“Shit shit shit!” You panic, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around your body.
Michael barges in the door. “I told you it would work!” He says, moving out of the way revealing Luke and Crystal behind him.
“What the fuck are you guys doing!” Ashton yells, pulling your body closer to his and covering your body with the sheets. “And what do you mean ‘it would work?!”
Michael scratches the back of his head. “We kind of made you guys those notes.”
“What?” You ask, thoroughly confused.
“The notes,” Crystal repeats. “The ones you both received last night... telling each other to meet at the pool.”
“You mean..” you look at Ashton. “That wasn’t from you?” Ashton shakes his head as you both erupt into laughter.
“Could you guys please fuck off now?” Ashton says to the three people standing in the middle of your room. They scuffle out, leaving you and Ashton to laugh with each other at their friends' stupidity.
You couldn’t help but smile at the red headed man lying in front of you as you scooted closer to his chest.
“What?” He asks you, eyes crinkling up as he pulls you closer.
“I just really love you.” Your eyes widen as you realize what you just said.
Jairus’ niece could be found in the back garden, playing in the dirt. I’d actually forgotten that she was Miriam Ford’s daughter- poor Thornton Wolff really dislikes children so that may be an issue if the two decide to get married...
Meanwhile, Manda and Jairus decided to play some video games until someone had the idea to go to the park.
Manda went over to Jairus’ house for the day since they’d become quite good friends at school.
Surprisingly, Crystal Lee had come over too (Although Crystal and Manda are best friends, Crystal and Jairus are enemies). Perhaps their parents were trying to reconcile their differences?
