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.
Daddy!Ashton taking you to a party and bending you over the bathroom counter and whispering in your ear “let daddy take a look under your skirt, hm? let’s see if you listened when daddy said no panties tonight…” and he’s rubbing those big rough hands up your thighs/back like 😳🤤
oh my god
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You can hear the party going on downstairs, the music is loud enough to reach the upper level of the house.
“Absolutely dripping aren’t you? Fuck.” His fingers would slide in you with ease, earning a soft whimper.
“Daddy.” The word was a plea as Ashton continued thrusting his fingers inside of you, his other hand running up and down your thigh before delivering a slap to the skin.
“So good for me, listening to my instructions. How does this sound as a reward baby? Daddy eating you out with that party going on downstairs where anyone could hear us if they walked past or waited outside?” And just the thought of getting caught, you could hear the low chuckle as your walls clamped around his fingers in response.
“Please daddy. Please, I’ve been so good for you.” You barely breathe out in a rush, making him laugh as he gets on his knees.
“Don’t hold back little one.” And as his lips began to work in tandem with his fingers, you couldn’t have held back if you’d tried.
The way he worked you with ease, the moans were falling from your lips with reckless abandon, fingers gripping the porcelain sink as he pushed you into your first orgasm, his fingers and tongue relentless as you begged him not to stop.
“Oh daddy is gonna make sure you cover my tongue baby. And then maybe, you might just get to cum on my cock. You like the sound of that sweetheart?” His teeth sink into your ass cheek as he uses his fingers and thumbs, dragging a second orgasm out of you that leaves your legs trembling.
And then there was a knock on the door, a familiar voice floating through to you both.
“Get a fucking move on Ash.” Calum’s voice snapped through the door and you froze as he laughed, finger fucking you to your third orgasm without so much warning.
“How about we let Cal in to watch, hm? Shall we take him back so he can watch me fuck you? Better yet, you want me to watch him fuck you? I know you’ve wanted that.”
The moan that falls from your lips is sinful as he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean.
“You gonna be good for daddy and show Cal how loud you can really be?” His lips are by your ear and you whimper in response. “That’s not the correct answer sweetheart.”
“Yes daddy.” He pulls you up, readjusting your skirt, his hand gripping your ass firmly as he opens up the door to a smirking Calum.
“There might be an empty room somewhere. Good enough for you both?”
At this, Ashton slings his arm across your shoulders, a grin on his face.
“See if we can get my obedient baby as loud as the music. My baby loves knowing people can hear or see us.”
Request: “Just imagine ash coming off stage one night absolutely dripping in sweat and he walks into his dressing room to you standing in nothing but one of his button downs and you turn around to face and it’s completely unbuttoned and he just looks at you with THAT look in his eyes and licks his lips and just says fuck babe you look absolutely delicious and just grabs you and pushes you on to the couch and kisses down your body, leaving the shirt in ofc, and after he’s done he says I was right delicious”
It was just under 15 minutes to show time. You were sat on the couch, fidgeting as you watched Ashton pacing with his earbuds in, fingers keeping the drum beats on his thighs as he walked, getting himself in the zone. You loved how he looked when he was concentrating, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a tight line. He seemed more nervous than usual, probably because tonight they’d be recording the show for their live album, he had to be perfect.
The longer you watched him pace, the antsier you became. Before you even fully realized what you were doing, you walked up to Ash and cut off his path, placing both your hands firmly on his chest, as he stopped. Your fingers played with the last button below his half-exposed chest, he looked down and raised a brow at you before pulling the buds from his ears. “Hi, baby. What’re you doin’?”
“Nothing. You just look a little stressed,” You popped the button of his white shirt and looked up to meet his hazel eyes. “Thought I could help you relax.” You started undoing all of the buttons still lining his torso, until his hands grasped yours, halting your efforts.
“I gotta be on stage soon, baby.” He let out with a sigh, clearly disappointed that you two didn’t have more time.
“Afraid, I’ll leave you hanging?”
Ashton let out a laugh at your choice of words. “Quite the opposite, actually, love.”
You nodded but ignored his words as you freed your hands from his and ran them delicately up his marvel of a chest. You wound your hands up his neck and into his hair before pulling him down to meet your lips fervently. His large hands immediately wrapped around your torso, one splayed over the middle of your back and the other instinctively gripping your ass. You tugged the hair at the nape of his neck and he broke from your lips, just enough to let out a low groan, mumbling “Fuck it.” before reaching down to grip the back of your thighs and lift you around his hips.
He backed you up and sat you down on the counter that wrapped around ¾ of the dressing room. As soon as he had you where he wanted, your hands went to his belt as your mouth began working a mark on his collarbone. His hands left your thighs and pushed apart your knees, immediately rubbing you through your leggings. Your mouth broke from his neck as your head rolled back with a moan, he lifted your shirt to get to your waistband before pulling your leggings to your ankles in one fast motion. He returned to rubbing your clit through your panties just as you got his belt undone, you pulled his pants just low enough to get to his CK’s, you ran your hand along his growing length and pulled at the band, about to work them down his hips when there was a knock at the door.
You were just able to make out Michael’s voice, the sounds of your heavy breathing making it hard to hear. “Ash, two minutes, let’s go!”
“Dammit.” You let out heavily, Ashton’s head falling to your shoulder, while you tried to catch your breath.
“I have never hated him more.” Ashton groaned and pulled back from you, adjusting himself in his black boxer-briefs and fastening his belt. He lifted you from the counter and pulled your leggings back up for you, smoothing them out around your waist, while you buttoned up his shirt, being sure to leave his chest exposed. “Alright, baby, time to go.” He smirked at you and pecked your lips before turning towards the door.
“I’ll see you out there.” Your words made Ashton stop and turn on his heel to face you once again. He stalked back towards you quickly, grabbing your waist and pulling your body into his tightly, making sure you could feel the evident bulge in his black jeans.
He leaned down slightly, hot breath fanning over your neck as he spoke lowly into your ear “You better be right here and ready for me the second I walk through that door.” In the same instant, he released your waist and left the room without another word, leaving you standing there with your jaw on the floor and your panties getting wetter by the second.
You stood side stage, the perfect view of Ashton doing what he does best. His words from the dressing room still ringing in your ears as you watched his muscles rippling beneath his shirt, the sheer force behind every blow to his kit had you weak in the knees.
Just as the boys finished up Valentine, Luke’s vocal riff sending thousands of fans into a frenzy, the venue went black and they ran off stage. Ashton stopped in front of you and locked onto your eyes while the other boys grabbed waters from the table behind you and took a moment to catch their breath. “Getting down to the end of the set, baby. Don’t forget what I told you.” His voice was low and breathless, he took your hand and placed it over the zipper of his jeans, he was still hard. In that moment you were grateful for the dim lighting shielding you from the prying eyes of his bandmates and the crew backstage. He let go of your hand and looked past you, taking the water bottle that Calum had extended, he took a drink quickly and shot you a wink before turning to run back out on stage.
You watched in awe as he stood on his drum kit, the crowd screaming as a spotlight fell on him and the remix audio for Meet You There began to play, he looked like a god. He hopped down and started his solo, your favorite part of the show. The boys rushed back out onto the stage, one of them touched your shoulder as they passed, but you were too fixated on Ash to know which one. You could feel every single beat in your throat, the vibrations from his drums radiating through you.
You stuck around to the end of the song, your heart pounding against your rib cage when Ash glanced over and shot you a wink before transitioning into Jet Black Heart. You turned away after another moment of pure captivation, and headed back towards his dressing room.
You shut the door behind you, found your bag, you pulled out your brush and ran it through your hair before walking into the bathroom to freshen up. When you returned, you grabbed Ashton’s carry-on from where he’d left it beside the couch, you rummaged through for a second before finding his red button up.
You could faintly hear the opening chords of She Looks So Perfect coming from the mainstage as you crossed your arms in front of you, grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head. You kicked off your vans and pushed down your leggings, you slid on his shirt, eyeing yourself in the mirror for a moment before pulling it back off. You ditched your bra and slid your grey thong down your legs, slipping his red garment back on, letting it fall loosely at your thighs and the sleeves concealing most of your hands. You looked in the mirror once again, taking yourself in and fiddling with the buttons, trying to decide if you should leave just the top undone like he does, or not button any at all.
The hallway was echoing with the screams of fans, louder than they’d been all night. The set was over. Your heart was in your throat, beating so hard in anticipation you didn’t think you’d be able to hear anything else; until you could faintly make out voices getting closer in the hall. You kept your back turned towards the door, a little paranoid about someone else walking in by mistake.
The door clicked open, but you held your position, waiting for it to close. You heard the lock being turned and you spun around on your heel to see Ashton still facing the door. His white shirt sticking to the ridge of every muscle in his back, soaked with sweat. He turned to you and you quickly took in his disheveled appearance, beads of sweat running down from his hairline and his hairy chest practically glistening.
You panned back up to meet his face, his jaw slack, his eyes looking you up and down hungrily. “I know I told you to be ready for me when I got back,” he spoke lowly, taking a few steps towards you. “But fuck, baby-” He licked his lips as you closed the gap between your bodies, your bare chest pressed against him as your hands worked open the buttons of his wet shirt, your mouth ghosting over his as he continued to speak. “-you look fucking delicious.”
Ashton ran the tip of his tongue along your lower lip teasingly before gripping your hips and lifting you up around him, backing you up to sit on the counter where he had you before the show. Your lips pressed to his fiercely, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you pushed his shirt from his shoulders, taking in the feeling of every muscle within your reach. As you tossed the garment to the floor, Ash ran his hands up your thighs, his thumb immediately finding your clit; you arched your back, pushing your hips into his hand.
Your right hand gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head back and exposing his throat, you left wet kisses from his jaw towards his collarbones, teeth grazing his skin. You nipped at him right above his adam’s apple, then soothing the mark with your tongue, dragging a moan from deep in his chest. He slipped a long finger into you curling it quickly, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit, your left hand locked around his wrist as his fingers worked on you, trying to keep him there as long as you could. He humored you for a moment, curling his finger a little faster and bringing you closer to the edge before pulling his hand from you; the hand that had been gripping your hip, reaching back and removing yours from the back of his neck.
He gripped both of your wrists in just one of his large hands, before bringing the other to your lips. You locked your eyes with his before taking his middle finger into your mouth, tasting yourself on his calloused skin. Ashton let out a moan at the sight of you with your lips wrapped around his finger, taking his lip between his teeth and eyeing your body. He pulled his digit from your mouth and grasped your other wrist, pinning both arms to your sides as he leaned down, not wasting any time teasing before latching his mouth around your clit.
“Mm-fuck!” you yelped at the sudden contact, trying to push your hips towards his face, but he had you exactly where he wanted you. He sucked harshly before easing the pressure with his tongue. He released your hands, wrapping them under your thighs and putting your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You took advantage of your hands being free, and tangled your fingers through his hair, your other hand gripping his shirt at your chest.
He pulled back from your for a second, you whined at the loss of contact as he looked up at you from between your legs to speak “Hold onto me.” You didn’t have time to question him, his hold on your thighs tightened, sliding up to grip your ass as he lifted you from the counter. You gasped as you were thrust into the air, legs still around his shoulders and your fingers twisting tightly through his hair to as carried you towards the couch in the middle of the room.
He sat down on the couch and then laid back, never letting you go. You were straddled over his face, his tongue licking up your slit as soon as you steadied yourself. He was gripping your hips, hard, undoubtedly leaving bruises in his wake. The feeling of his mouth on you was electrifying every single nerve in your body, you started rolling your hips down onto his face, causing him to moan into you, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine.
His tongue pressed to your clit, working in figure eights as you ground yourself into his tongue. “Fuck. Ash I’m so close.” You moaned, throwing your head back, as he pressed his tongue flat against you, moving his head side to side against your clit before pulling it back between his lips, running the tip of his tongue over it quickly. The sensation had you seeing stars as your orgasm hit you, your legs began to tremble as he pushed you through your high, not letting up for even a second until you all but collapsed back onto his torso.
Ashton pulled your hips back towards his face, kissing your thighs and cleaning you up with his tongue. He lifted you slightly, helping you sit up and straddle his waist, he propped himself up on his hands, coming nose to nose with you. “I was right, baby. Fucking delicious.” He pulled your lips to his own, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled back after a few seconds, looking at you with dark eyes. “My turn.”
He picked you up and walked around to the side of the couch, sitting you on the arm. You held yourself steady as he undid his belt and slid down his jeans, your eyes going wide when you noticed how hard he was and the wet spot on his boxer briefs from dripping precum. He slid them to the floor, and you bit back a moan as his erection sprang free. You stood from where he’d sat you down, but Ashton grabbed your wrist before you could get on your knees.
“Did I tell you to move?” You looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip and shaking your head timidly. Ashton slowly moved his other hand to your torso, sliding it up between the valley of your breasts before wrapping it around your neck. He pulled you by your throat so his lips could ghost over yours. “You know what I have to do, don’t you baby?” Without another word, he spun you around and pushed you over the side of the couch, picking up your lower half so your knees were resting on the arm of the sofa, lining you up perfectly with his hips.
You were expecting him to thrust into you immediately, instead he slipped two fingers into you, moving them quickly and curling them into your g-spot. You steeled yourself , fingers desperately trying to grip the couch. “Oh Ff- Ash, please”
Before you could finish speaking, his free hand came up and cracked over your ass, pulling a yelp from you that turned into a hungry moan. “Ask me nicely, baby.” Ashton spoke in a low, level tone while he rubbed his hand over the red mark he’d made below your hip.
“Mmm- Ash, more.” He lifted his hand and laid in to you again, you cried out at the sensation, feeling your second orgasm building as the sting faded.
“Try again.” Your legs were trembling as you tried to find the right words “What do you want Y/N? Ask me nicely.” You moaned out loudly as he pushed his thumb onto your clit, still pushing his fingers in and out of you at a toe-curling pace, sending jolts through your body.
“Mm- FUck. I want to feel you.” his fingers stilled inside of you, curling them softly. “I want your cock, Ash, please let me feel you.” He gripped your hip and pulled his fingers from you, running a tight hand over his length before pulling your hips back onto him with enough force to make you scream. His left hand remaining firm on your hip as his right came up and gathered your hair, pulling your head back has his hips snapped into yours.
You could feel the stretch in every thrust, your body clenching around him every time he pushed into you, your whole body was trembling, but you knew you had to hold on.
“Ash, I- oh fuck- so close.”
“Wait for me, Y/N. Cum when I say.” You managed to nod as your bit your lip and concentrated on anything but the way he felt buried inside of you. Ashton released your hair and wrapped both arms around your torso, pulling you so your back was flush to his chest, his teeth scraped down the back of your neck, hot breath fanning over you. He let out a breathy groan into your ear as you squeezed around him, his thrusts fell out of rhythm. “You ready baby?”
“Fuck- yes, Ash. Please let me cum.” He bit into your shoulder, moaning at how wrecked you sounded.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock.” his low voice in your ear pushed you over the edge before he’d even finished his command. “That’s is, good girl.” he cooed as you felt him twitch inside of you “Mm- oh fuck” He moaned under his breath, trying to keep pushing your high through his own orgasm.
When he finally stilled, he lifted you up and pulled his length from you, he turned you around and laid you back on the couch before dropping to his knees in front of you. He spread your quivering thighs with his hands and gently licked up your slit, your body jerking forward as his tongue flicked over your oversensitive clit. Ashton shushed you soothingly running his large hands up your torso softly, one hand kneading your breast, and rolling your nipple between his fingers, the other laying across your hips. He kitten licked at you tenderly for a few moments, not trying to push you towards another orgasm as you lay there breathless from the last. He pulled away, pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs, then over your hips and up your stomach. He delicately mouthed his way up your neck, stopping for a moment to pay extra attention to that spot below your jaw before finally catching your lips with his own.
He pecked at your lips gingerly, hands sliding up your body as he pulled back and looked at you. “Did I mention you look fucking edible in my shirt?” he chuckled and you just shook your head.
“Yeah, I think you proved your point.” He smiled down at you before l pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth, you pushed his shoulder back slightly, making him look at you again. “I think this is the first time we’ve ever had sex and I didn’t give you head… I mean I tried to-” You trailed off, watching as Ashton’s face went red, you caught him mumbling something under his breath, but you couldn’t make it out. “What? What is it?”
“I caught you before you could.”
“Well, I know that, I was there. But why?” Ashton sucked in a long breath before answering.
“Baby, I sat on stage hard as a rock for ninety minutes. Then I walk in this room and you’re completely naked aside from my favorite shirt. Then you came on my face. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life, I wouldn’t have been able to last thirty seconds if you had used that pretty mouth on me.” You bit your lip, hands sliding up to either side of his face, you pulled him down and pressed your lips to his, feeling the smirk on his face.
You pulled back quickly when there was a knock at the door “If you two are done fucking, bus is leaving for the hotel in 5.”
“Fucking Michael, man.” Ash laughed as his head fell onto your shoulder. “I take back what I said earlier. Now, I have truly never hated him more.” You tapped Ashton’s shoulder signaling for him to stand up, he pulled back and lifted you to your feet so you could get dressed quickly.
You slipped your leggings back on and buttoned Ashton’s red shirt, throwing your previously discarded clothes into your bag. You walked towards Ash who’d finished gathering his things and was waiting by the door, he turned the handle and pulled it open as you got closer. You stopped in front of him and stood up on your toes to peck his lips before leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Shower and round two, once we get to the hotel?”
His eyes went wide, before you went to exit the room, not waiting for a reply. He reached out and smacked your ass as you turned, wrapping his arm around your neck and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Fuck, I love you.” He exclaimed proudly before the door clicked shut behind you.
Hope y’all liked this one! I’ve obvs been deep in some Ashton feels.
Summary: Pilot!Ashton and copilot!reader are friends with benefits, but this is the first time they’ve had sex while flying. (less than 800 words)
Rating: 18+ (smut)
Warnings: graphic sexual descriptions
The plane steadied, I leaned back in my seat and undid a few buttons on my stiff shirt. I looked over to see Ashton doing the same. My job is awesome, but these uniforms might be the most uncomfortable things on the planet.
Ashton looked up at me. “Well don't stop there,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“Don't start with me, Irwin, we're working!”
He shrugged and set the controls to autopilot, walking over to stand behind my chair. He tugged down the front of my shirt, revealing the lacy edge of my red bra.
“What's this? New?” he asked.
I pushed his hand away but I was secretly pleased. I'd bought the set of lingerie especially for him – though I hadn't planned on him seeing it while we were still in the air. He caught my wrist in his hand, pulling me from my seat and into his chest. I looked up at him, my breath already coming a little faster. He chuckled lightly and spun suddenly, pushing me into the wall at the back of the cockpit. He tilted my chin up and pressed his hard length into me.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?”
My voice quavered as I responded. “We shouldn't – we shouldn't be doing this.”
“What, fucking again, or joining the mile high club?”
“Well, neither. But we definitely shouldn't be joining the mile high club when WE'RE supposed to be the ones flying the plane!”
“C'mon, babe, where's your sense of adventure?,” he retorted, lowering his lips to my throat.
My resistance crumbled and I leaned my head back as his mouth traced a pattern of kisses on my neck. He undid the rest of the buttons on my shirt, hands grazing over my breasts. His hands moved to my waistband, undoing my pants and sliding them to the floor. I stepped out of them and lifted my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles behind him. He encircled my wrists with one of his hands, pinning them to the wall over my head. His erection pressed into me, filling me with lust. His free hand slipped into my panties, thumb circling my clit. I moaned, and he pressed his mouth to mine.
“Quiet now sweetheart, these walls aren't exactly soundproof,” he muttered against my lips.
He slipped a finger inside me, brushing one long digit against my g-spot as his thumb continued to stroke my clit. I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet.
“You're soaking for me, aren't you, darling?”
“Please,” I begged. “Please, Ash, I want you inside me.”
He smirked, releasing my wrists from the wall. He jerked his pants below is hips, pulling his cock from the confines of his tight boxers.
“Is this what you want?,” he asked, moving my panties to the side and entering me fully.
My nails dug into his shoulders, straining to stay quiet. He pumped in and out of me, his hips snapping against mine. I groaned, tangling a hand in his hair, pulling his head back down towards the column of my throat. His fervid pace brought me closer to the edge every second.
“Fuck, Ash. That feels so good,” I breathed into his ear.
“Tell me how much you love my cock, sweetheart.” Ash dropped a hand back to my clit, rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves there.
“I love your cock... I love your cock – fuck!,” I said, my nails digging deeper into his shoulder. “Fuck, I'm going to cum!”
My limbs began to shake as my orgasm ebbed through my body. Ashton's pace increased, his knuckles white as he grasped my hips, holding me steady as he slammed into me. He groaned, leaning his forehead against mine. I felt him getting closer as his rhythm grew sloppier. His rough pounding drove to the edge once again. I leaned my head back against the wall, my eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. He sank into me once more with an exhale, relaxing his body into mine as he climaxed. He stilled inside me, both of us breathing hard. After we caught our breath, he stepped back from me, buttoning his pants as I pulled mine back up around my waist.
“Well, it sure is a shame I didn't get to see you in that sexy little underwear. Maybe you can give me a demonstration later?,” he said with a wink.
I walked on unsteady legs back to my chair, shaking my head to clear it.
all I want in life is to get a text from Ashton that says “Daddy wants you on your knees ready to take his cock as soon as he walks through the door, understood?”
y’all are making me feral.
sorry twin @sexgodashton
When you received that text, part of your mind wanted to play him up. Tease him, make him work for it.
But the tone of Ashton’s text was practically warning you to behave. And a small reminder of your punishment filtered into your mind and you quickly changed tactics, knowing that he sent that text whilst he was leaving work.
So without much fanfare, it was easy to strip down, heading downstairs once you’d done so. You’d debated waiting last minute before moving to the front door but there was the anticipation of it as well. And he knew you enjoyed that just as much.
You knelt far enough away from the front door to give him a second to drop his keys and undo his belt, but close enough so that he could see you’d listened to his orders.
And then it became the waiting game.
Ignoring the ache in your knees as you waited, you watched the door. And then you heard the car and felt the familiar bubble of excitement.
Watching him come through the door, his keys thrown into the bowl and his jacket discarded,you watched as his features softened when he finally looked at you.
“Look at you, my little one so good and so eager for their daddy.” It was condescending as his fingers gripped your face.
“Wanna be good for you daddy.” You breathe in response and he presses a soft kiss to your lips before he’s standing at his full height, unbuckling his belt and pushing his trousers down. And your breath catches when you realise he’s been commando all day.
“Daddy.” You breathe and he smirks as he steps closer, the tip of his cock taunting you.
“Been hard for you all day. So fuckable and obedient. Gonna let me fuck your mouth?” You can only nod, your words lost as he smirks down at you.
“Start off, little one. I’m giving you a treat today.” And your lips are already parting, his cock sliding into your mouth.
You go to lift your hand to wrap around what your mouth cant’ take, but he tuts.
“Don’t make me punish you. No hands this time.” And the ache in your knees are more prominent now but you let your hands drop to your sides as you slowly move your head up and down, your eyes glancing up to see his head tilted back, a moan escaping his lips.
“So fucking good to me.” You ease yourself lower, taking more of him each time until he’s hitting the back of your throat. And the pace changes almost immediately as his hands grab either side of your head, holding you still.
“Such a good toy for me, aren’t you?” His hips begin to move and the tears are burning in your eyes, but you hum in agreement, his pace becoming almost brutal as tears slip down your cheeks, despite the growing need building between your thighs.
“Bet you’re getting off knowing you can make your daddy this hard, aren’t you? You gonna cum without daddy touching you? Gonna ask me if you can cum?” And you know he’s challenging you, tempting you to take his bait, but you don’t.
It doesn’t take much more as you feel his cum trickle down your throat, his thrusting slowing down as you continue to suck, drawing another moan from him as you clean him up before pulling off his cock with a small pop.
He helps you stand, his arms steadying you as the blood rushes to your feet and his lips are on yours before you can process much.
i love “a long way” so much!!! do you think you could do a little something about how ash is as a soft dom? i feel like we’ve gotten so much hard dom from him and i’d love to see it differentiate!
“Hey Ashy?”
“Yes?” he answers without looking up from his phone. “Wanna do a face mask with me? Lukey wont be home tonight.”
Ashton looks at you for a moment, “sure doll, lead the way,” you excitedly yell and pull him up the stairs. You look at your collection of face masks the doms have bought you over the last few months. You decided on a cucumber melon sheet mask for Ashton and a watermelon one for your yourself.
Ashton giggles when he sees himself with the mask, making funny noises and faces. The two of you lay on your bed while waiting for the timer to go off to take them off.
“I’m starting to understand why you and Luke like these so much.”
After taking them off and wiping your faces you pull on Ashton’s hand. “What is it baby?”
“Can we pwease bake some cookies?” You ask in the sweetest voice you have.
And who is Ashton to say no to your cuteness?
He even lets you lick the spoon in the process, kissing away the excess dough on the side of your lips.
The night consisted of lots of playfulness and attention from your dom.
