hope for the best || ashton irwin
this gets a smutty...
You felt the fingers on the back of your neck, and if it were any other day of the week at any other time of day, you might be worried but as it stood, you knew it was your chem lab partner.
“Hey, Irwin.” you chirp, looking around to meet his eyes.
He immediately grins at you, “Hey you.” slipping his arm around your shoulders.
“Hey Cal, Hemmings.” You greet his two friends.
It was no secret that Ashton had a thing for you. He was extremely obvious about it but you tended to ignore his advances. Not because you weren’t interested, but because you knew he was trouble, and you had known it since he chose you for his lab partner.
“Did you get your hair cut? It looks nice.” Luke mentioned, flicking his hand through your shorter strands.
“I did. Thank you!” you flash a smile at him. Ash immediately reaches out, smacking his friend. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you Ash.” you giggle.
“Who said anything about jealousy?” he retorted, keeping you tight against him as you made your way through campus. “Want to get lunch with us?” he asked.
“Sure, I don’t think I’ve eaten since lunch yesterday.” you sigh.
“Hows your Spanish midterm coming?” Cal asks.
“Ugh, it’s a mess. Do you want to get together later and we can exchange and go over them together?”
“That’d be great actually. I’m struggling with mine. Come by the house later.” Cal says.
“Uhh. we’re gonna be getting ready for that party this weekend Cal, I don’t know if you’ll get much work done.” Luke pipes up.
“Shit, that’s true.” he groaned, smacking his forehead.
“Just come over to my place. And if Ashton can pull himself off one of the new freshman, he should come over so we can do this lab report too.”, you tease.
Ashton scoffed, “I’ve been good this semester… no freshman. But I thought we’d do it on Saturday afternoon, like we normally do.”
“Well, I have a date on Saturday night, so I’d prefer we do it before Saturday…” you shrug.
“Who is he?” Ashton asks, jealousy becoming evident in his hazel eyes and furrowed brow.
“Just a guy in my writing class.” you shrug again as you follow Cal to get lunch, Luke and Ash split off in the other direction reconvening with you at your usual table.
“Well, what’s his name? What’s he like? I guess you aren’t coming to the party this weekend.” Ash asks, his tone anxious.
“Have I ever come to a party?” you roll your eyes with a laugh. “His name is Derek and he’s a nice guy.” you shrug. “I don’t know a lot about him, we’ve only talked a couple times.”
“Shit. I have to go.” You check your phone and grab the rest of your sandwich and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stand up and gather your things. “I’ll catch you later, Cal. Make good choices, guys.”
Ashton watches as you walk away, leaning on his arm and running his hand through his hair.
“Derek. I hate the bastard already.” he sighs as his eyes follow you out of sight, losing himself in thought.
“Hang in there, mate. She’ll come around.” Luke said as he stood up, lightly punching Ash on the shoulder.
Cal shows up at your apartment later and informs you that Ashton said he’d come after practice. “Why are you so hard on Ashton?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” you look up from his paper.
“I mean, you know he has a thing for you, so why don’t you give him a chance?” Cal was genuinely concerned.
“Because I know Ashton… well I know his type. I’m not into that. Don’t get me wrong. I actually really like Ashton, but what I know or at least… perceive to be true about him... I don’t want to set myself up for that again.” You felt yourself growing defensive and begin picking at your already chipping nail polish.
“So, I think you realize then, that he may not be the person he puts himself out there to be. I definitely can understand your reservations about him, but I also think you should give him a try, because he’s a really good guy.” Cal explains matter-of-factly.
Well, shit. Maybe you hadn’t quite thought it all the way through.
“Did he send you over here to talk him up today?” you smirk.
“No, not really his style. I've known him a while, I think you'd be surprised by the kind of man he can be.” Cal shrugs.
You sigh, “I don't know Cal.”
“Just don't completely shut him down, ok?” You nod, agreeing with Cal's request.
You press your hand over your ear, and hold the phone closer to your other ear, listening to it just ring, biting your lip.
And finally, finally, a familiar voice answers, “Hello?” He questions.
“Hey, Ash. Are you like super drunk right now?” You sniffle. It's late and Derek was not the good guy you thought he was. Since you didn't want to put out, he left you at a party where you didn't know anyone or how you'd get home.
“Wait hold on, it's loud.” You hear him tell several people excuse me and then the background noise on his end stops, “Are you crying? Are you ok?” He asks.
“I need a ride Ash, can you come get me?” You cry into the phone.
“Yes, absolutely. I was just getting my first drink when you called. Where are you, I'm on my way?” He rambles, sounding concerned and quite pissed.
“I'm not really sure, I'll share my location.” You whimper.
“Are you safe? Can you do me a favor and go outside? Stick close to lights and people but just stay safe. Ok? I'll be there as soon as I can.” You heard his engine start, putting you at ease.
“Yeah, ok. Drive safe.”
“Stay. Safe.” He replied and hung up.
Ashton pulled up 15 minutes later. He got out of the car, his leather biker jacket in tow. You always liked that one on him most. As soon as you recognized him, you leapt off the porch and met him on the sidewalk. He put his jacket around your shoulders and pulled you along. He opened the door for you and watched as you got in the car, shutting the door after you.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asked quietly. His hand reached out to grab one of yours which you were nervously twisting in your lap.
“He… uh… umm. He… I think he tried to drug me. But he… brought me a vodka cranberry, and…” Words were not really working for you at the moment. You could feel your eyes welling up again.
“You hate vodka.” Ash finished.
You nod your head, “so I didn't drink it. And he thought I did. And he tried to get me in a room alone, and I said no. And he called me a prude and he left. And shit I'm sorry. I panicked. I didn't know who to call.” You choked out your words. Ash had already heard you cry but you didn’t want him to see you cry too.
Ash’s jaw was flexing. “You can always call me.” He said through gritted teeth. “I'll kill this guy.” He mumbled as he lightly squeezed your hand. You could see his left hand going white-knuckled on the steering wheel.
“Ash, he's definitely not worth it.” You finally relax against the seat and let yourself grip Ashton's large hand.
“Y’wanna go home?” He asks.
“Not really. We can go to the party at your house, don't really want to be alone.” You began feeling hopeful. Maybe Cal was right.
“I can hang out with you, so you don't have to be alone.” He offers.
“Nah, it's about time I check out one of these world famous parties of yours.” You shrug.
And Ash seems to lighten up at your more comfortable state.
The ride to Ash’s house was quiet. He held your hand the entire time, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You were relaxed. You felt...safe.
When you walk into the party you are greeted with noise, and a booming voice. “NO WAY!! WHATS A GIRL LIKE YOU DOING AT A PARTY LIKE THIS?!”
You spin around and come face to face with your freshman year fuck buddy, Michael Clifford. You both smile and embrace.
“How are ya Clifford?” You ask.
“I'm good, but really. You never come to these, what brings you here?” Mikey had that same goofy grin that you had always found charming.
“Irwin came a saved me from a bad date so I thought I'd come to a party.” You shrug.
“How kind of you, showing favor to us peasants.” He bows. You feel your cheeks flushing red as you laugh.
“Well, a princess must treat her people every now and then!” you fake a curtsey.
Ashton’s hand slides on the small of your back and you turn to look at him. He leans in close to your ear, “Can i get you a drink?” you lean back, smile and nod, and he leans back in, “Whiskey?”
“Jameson and ginger, please?” you ask.
He nods, “You got it.” and you lean in and kiss his cheek and it makes him blush. Which you find very endearing.
He leaves you with Mike. “Haven’t seen a lot of you lately.” you mention.
“Well I've been locked in that music building, so i doubt you would have. You being good to my boys?” Mikey asks with a nudge.
“Obviously.” you laugh. “They are falling all over me.”
Ashton returns, handing you your drink and Calum is right behind him. “You’re here?!” Calum’s eye widen as he brings you in for a one armed hug, carefully holding his drink in his other.
“I am!” you smile at him and nod. “Ashton saved me from my date and I didn’t want to go home and be alone. So I told him I’d come here.”
“Oh, did he now?” Calum’s tone was laced with a distinct tone of ‘I told you so’. “Imagine that. Now, if you two will excuse me, I see a young lady in need of my attention.” He wiggled his eyebrows and danced off to the beat of the music.
About an hour and a few drinks later, Ashton had you pressed against a wall in the kitchen. There wasn’t a lot of traffic in there but every now and then someone walked in, seemingly always at the wrong moment. Thank God for liquid courage.
“Fuck… want you.” you whimper, his lips working your neck.
He pulls back and gives you a cocky grin, “Always knew you did.” he says back. “Upstairs?”
“Please.” he grabs your hand and pulls you along behind him.
As you guys pass by Mike, he hollers, “Ayo get it in, Irwin!” you flip him off and blush, but you press yourself against Ash and kiss the back of his neck, your fingertips graze his biceps.
“Can't get you alone fast enough.” Ash says to you, tugging you around, crashing his lips into yours. His fingers sink into the softer flesh of your hips.
“Why are we still standing here?” You raise an eyebrow at him.
Within the minute he has you pressed against the door of his shared room. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly and pull at hair at the nape of his neck as he holds you by your thighs. His breath was hot against your neck, causing goosebumps to raise across your skin.The music isn't as loud, not that you'd be able to hear it with the thumping of your heart.
“You really had me fooled.” Ash whispered in your ear, pulling your shirt over your head. “I really thought you weren't interested.”
“Couldn't give in too quick. I've been around long enough to know how you are.” He returns you to your feet as your hands work his belt, it's undone before he realizes what you're doing. “Now. What are we working with?” You make quick work of pulling his jeans down and they stop about mid calf, his boxer briefs still in place. Ash is stood there, mostly in shock.
Your fingers tug at the bottom of his shirt, snapping him out of it and he pulls it over his head. “You're a lot more eager than I expected.” He murmured, pulling you in and kissing you, hands working at your jeans. He gets them undone, pulls them down over your ass. “Matching lace… you sure you weren't expecting anything tonight?” He smirks and gives your ass a light smack.
“More like hopeful, but really glad it's you.” You hungrily kiss him, fingertips graze his hardening cock.
“Don't tease sweetheart. It'll get you in trouble.” He says against your lips.
At his words, you stick your hand into his boxer briefs and grip his cock and start to jerk him. Your free hand tugs those down as well.
His cock is heavy in your hand, and larger than you expected. “Fuck. Ash.” You say, staring between the two of you.
“What's wrong?” He asks, nose and lips trailing along your jaw, finger tips trailing down your spine.
“I… just… fuck, Ash.” You tighten your grip around his cock and he gets the message.
“Sweetheart, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt. You'll be well taken care of.” He pulls back, gently lifting your chin with his hand and looks you in the eye. “Ok?”
Your eyes meet his and you nod. “Ok.” You whisper. He pulls your hand off of him and intertwines both of your hands with his.
He kisses you briefly on the lips and then he starts to work his way down your body. Working at your neck and unhooking your bra.
He pulls back for a minute, letting your bra hit the floor. He also pulls his jeans and boxer briefs off. “You've got such pretty tits, sweetheart.” His fingers trail up your stomach and he gently gives your nipples a tug. Before you really know what's happening, he's wrapping his lips around your left nipple while he works the right between his fingers.
You let out a soft whimper as you feel his teeth graze along your nipple, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers grip into his hair and he switches nipples. You look down and Ash is looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes. Your back arches into him and he welcomes it, his free hand presses into your back, keeping you arched for him. His lips are trailing down your stomach till he's on his knees.
He sucks hickies into both hips, the softer flesh easily turning purple under the gentle suction. He hooks his fingers in the sides of your panties and looks up at you. “Won't be needing these…” he slowly pulls them down your legs. You kick them off and he turns you around and pushes you to the bed, letting you fall on it. “M’gonna eat your pussy babe. I've been thinking about how you taste since we met.” He admits. He stifles the smile creeping onto his face as he looks you from toe-to-head by pinching his lower lip between his fingers.
Ash looks at you and you nod. He leans in and kisses you, allowing his smile to be seen. He works himself down your body and once he situates himself on the floor, he grabs your ankle, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. You giggle and it draws Ash's attention to your mouth, but not enough to kill the mood. His lips make quick work up your leg. He sucks hickies into each of your thighs, coming so close to where you want him, but he's not giving in yet.
He finally drapes your left leg over his shoulder, his hand coming around and resting on your stomach. And suddenly, he takes his first lick, a long, fat stripe right up your clit.
“You're so wet for me.” He moans, his large hand tensing as he grows more excited. He takes another lick, this one impossibly slower. “You taste so good sweetheart.”
You look down and see him looking up at you as he starts sucking your clit. You buck your hips and he firmly pushes you back down. You gently tug on your nipples with both hands before one finds it’s way to his hair.
“I need to hear you.” His hand delivers a sharp slap against your pussy, causing you to moan out. His eyes quickly flick up to yours. “Like that, did ya?”
“Mmmmm… fuck… Ash… yes.” His mouth was back on you, his skilled tongue working up and down your clit as he started working two fingers into you.
“That's better.” He murmured against your clit.
He keeps working you until all you can do is move your hips as much as his hand will allow and murmur “fuck… Ash…. yeah….” between moans.
He finally pulls away, much to your dismay. “Ash.” You whine, watching him stand, his hands guide your hips back on the bed, making more room for him between your legs.
“No whining, sweetheart. I said I'd take care of you and I meant it.” He says, and you take note of the bit of a dominant tone in his voice. You watch as he digs into the bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. “I'm about to fucking burst.” He murmurs. “You, all hot and bothered and moaning my fucking name… it's a fuckin sight.”
You watch as he rolls the condom on and then he pours some of the lube into his hand and he works two fingers and the lube into you. “You're already so wet… just wanna make sure it doesn't hurt.” He kisses the inside of your knee and leans over you. His fingers coming out of you and a hand resting on either side of your head as he finally kisses you. You moan at the taste of yourself on him. Ash reaches down to line himself up with you, he uses the tip to tease your clit a few times and he enjoys watching you arch into him. “You good with this position?” He raises an eyebrow at you.
“I'll let you know if we need to change.” You nod. Ashton's lips come back to yours as he slowly slides his cock in you. He pulls away and watches you, judging your reaction. He rests his forehead against yours when he sees you seem to be ok.
One of your hands slips up his side, the other into his hair.
“You’re so tight.” He moans. “Lemme know when I can move.”
You nod, “ok, move.” You can feel he's bottomed out in you and you need him to move before the little bit of pain becomes too much for you.
Ashton slowly draws his hips back, and moves them back in painfully slow.
“Fuck baby… so. Fucking. Full.” You whimper, breathing picking up as his pace starts to.
His lips work your neck, sucking and kissing, hickies popping up on your skin, little moans and grunts leaving his mouth in between.
His pace picks up. Dirty little nothings spilling out of his mouth and against your skin. “Fuck baby… so tight… fuck you’re beautiful… you're taking my cock so good… princess.” His body has tensed to the point you can see the outline of each muscle of his seemingly flawless body.
Your leg wraps around him and your hand tightens in his hair. “Ash… m’close.” You warn.
“Fuck… yea… give it to me princess. I've got you.” He murmurs. His hand slides down your thigh of the leg wrapped around him and delivers a nice sharp slap to your ass. You moan out and arch your back. “You like that, hmm? Gonna have to keep that in mind.” He gives you another one and grabs a handful of ass afterward.
“Mmmm, fuck, do it again.” You moan out.
Ashton happily delivers another smack to your ass. “Dirty little princess, huh?” He pants. His pace is quickening and you can tell he's about to come undone. He smacks your ass again, sending you over the edge. “Fuck. That's right sweetheart, squeeze my cock.”
“Ash Ash Ash.” You chant as he continues to fuck you through your high. Your finger nails leaving marks down his back, you turn your head and bite his forearm as you you start to come down and that seems to push him over the edge. You feel his cum spill out into the condom as he grunts. He rides out his high, his hips stilling with his cock buried deep inside you.
“Told you I'd take care of you.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you deep and hard. He pulls away and looks at you for reassurance before kissing your forehead. You feel his thumb press against your clit as he slowly pulls out and the feeling makes your toes curl. He stands and gives your clit a few rubs before you reach down and stop him.
“Too much.” You whimper, pulling your legs closed.
“Mm’kay. Something tells me you might be into that, but we can explore another time.” He chuckles. He disposes of the condom and pulls his underwear back on, you watch him from the bed. He's tired, spent. And so are you. He leans over you and kisses you. “M’gonna get a rag for clean up.”
When he returns to the room, your eyes are closed. You feel the bed dip and your eyes flutter open. He leans in and kisses you as his other hand uses the rag to clean you.
He hands you your panties as he chucks the rag in the direction of his dirty clothes bin. “Wanna stay?”
“D’you mind?” You ask, pulling your panties up your legs.
“I wouldn't have asked if I minded.” He watches as you sit up, and then quickly moves to get you a shirt, grabbing a pair of shorts as well.
He walks with you hand in hand to the bathroom and stands guard while you go. Once you're back in his room, you take off the shorts and gather the rest your clothes, setting them on a desk chair.
“Get your ass in bed.” He smiles and he playfully smacks your ass. He's standing at the light switch, waiting on you.
You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “M’glad I finally came to one of these.” You whisper.
“Me too.” He smiles against your lips. You peck him one last time and go and climb in the bed. He shuts off the lights and joins you. “I think we should do this again.” He whispers. “On a more permanent basis, with dates and shit.” He pulls you close, making sure your bodies are pressed together.
“Wow… that's the nicest way anyone has ever asked me out.” You yawn. “But I’m game. I like you, Irwin.”
“I like you, too.” He pulls you in for a kiss.
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