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pairing: ashton x reader
note:ik i havent posted in a while, and im sorry! i hope this makes up for it bc i almost exploded writing it. (mostly bc daddy kink l o l) sorry for any mistakes you may see! enjoy xx
As Ashton enters the bedroom, he sees you on the bed, legs crossed, with your phone in your hands. Not paying attention to him, you giggle at the text your friend had just sent you. “What’s so funny?” Ashton asks, curiosity clear in his tone.
His voice catches you off-guard, causing you to jump slightly. You glance up at him, relieved at the sight of your boyfriend. “Nothing. Just something my friend said,” you explain. With a sigh, you press the power button on your phone to shut it off. You then turn your body in order to place it on the bedside table.
"Oh," was all Ashton replied with. His arms are crossed, and he’s leaning against the door frame. The smile on his face falters immediately. Knowing what he’s thinking, you hold your arms out to him to encourage him to join you on the bed.
Sluggishly, Ashton crawls on the bed, and once he’s seated right next to you, you rest your head on his shoulder. “Don’t be sad, Ashton. The tour won’t last forever,” you reassure.
In less than three weeks, Ashton leaves for tour. He and his band mates have been working around the clock to prepare for it. Because Ashton has been stretching himself so thin to make sure everything is perfect, he hasn’t been able to be with you as much. You don’t mind, though; you know what’s in store for you and Ashton when he actually leaves. Ashton, however, is not as understanding.
As soon as all of the tour dates were announced, and everything was confirmed, Ashton’s first thought was how much he’s going to miss you while he’s on tour. Since then, he’s never let you forget it. “I know. I’m just going to miss you,” he says, wrapping a secure arm around you. You follow his actions, weaving both of your arms tightly around his waist. “I’m going to miss you a lot, babe.”
"What about me are you going to miss?" you question. With a pang of sadness gripping onto your stomach, you weakly smile at Ashton. Though Ashton can see past your smile, you can’t let him know you’re just as disheartened as he is. He is sad enough as it is, and seeing you hurt and upset over this situation won’t make it any better.
After a moment of thinking, he speaks up, “Your kisses, your hugs, your cooking…” Ashton kept going down the list, checking off one-by-one exactly what he’ll miss about you while he’ll be on the opposite end of the world. “Also, I’ll definitely miss the sex.”
Your cheeks burn a bright red at his statement, and he grins once he sees your reaction. ”O- Oh, okay,” you reply, automatically avoiding his gaze to hide your embarrassment. Hopefully to avoid continuing the conversation, you clamp your mouth shut and focus your gaze on your phone you had set down on the bedside table. Silence plows through the air and into your brain, leaving you two to sit in an awkward silence.
"What’s wrong?" he asks, concern leaking through his bravado.
"Nothing’s wrong, Ashton," you say. "It’s just… I don’t know. You really are going to, like, miss t- the sex?" The disbelief in your voice was sickeningly obvious; of course, Ashton recognized it. His warm hand cups your cheek and guides it so your face is only centimeters apart from his.
"I am," he confirms, the smile on his face getting wider, "and I was thinking…" Ashton’s voice gets softer, leaving you to wonder what he had said.
"W- What were you thinking?" you press shakily. After letting his eyes wander, Ashton looks down at you, trapping your gaze permanently on him.
“Since I’ll be gone for a while,” Ashton says, biting his lip before continuing, “we should make a sex tape.”
You remain silent at his offer, only speaking up when a loud scoff escapes your mouth. “Sex tape? Did you just say… sex tape?” you reiterate. Never, in a million years, did you think you’d hear the words ‘sex tape’ come out of Ashton’s mouth.
"Y- Yeah," Ashton says, only proving your initial shock to be appropriate. At his confirmation, you run a hand through your hair to buy yourself time to process the question.
"Ashton, what kind of question is that?" you counter, staring at your boyfriend with scrunched eyebrows. His face emanated fear and nervousness, but he shouldn’t be nervous at all. He is the one who asked the damn question. Why is he nervous when he’s the one who actually wants to make a sex tape?
"Well, I- I’ll be gone for months, babe," he replies in an attempt to defend himself. "That means no sex for months. Last time I was on tour, I barely survived without you. Just… please? Please, baby?" Ashton curls his eyebrows up and widens his eyes enough to form his perfect puppy dog eyes. He rarely uses that form of trickery on you; when he does, though, you always fall for it.
"W- What about people seeing it? Like, it could get leaked! Millions of your fans would see it! Ashton, there’s so much that can go wrong with this. All those risks just so you have something to get yourself off with for a few months," you say, already having a mental list of all the possible setbacks to making an actual sex tape.
Ashton turns red, knowing that all of your points are valid, but he’s persistent. When he knows he absolutely needs something, he’ll stop at nothing to get it. “But… I’ll- I’ll record it on, like, my own camera. No one will take it, babe. No one will see it, I promise!” he assures. At his words, you scoff once more. Now, at this point, you and Ashton are no longer in each other’s comforting embrace. He’s basically on the other side of the bed now. With every word you two have exchanged so far, you separated farther and farther away from him.
"You promise? Really?!" you exaggerate. "Ashton, you do know you have three other idiots for bandmates who literally give you no privacy? They’ll get their hands on it, and soon enough, everyone else will too. I- I don’t know, Ashton…" At your resentment, Ashton gets up off of the bed. He sighs, keeping your stare glued on him, and leans over the soft mattress to grab your hands. Slowly, but surely, Ashton guides you off of the bed and into his arms. His hands sneak into the back pockets of your jeans, and a huge smile appears on his face.
"Please?" he begs again, even going to the extent of swaying you side-to-side and occasionally squeezing your bum from the pockets of your jeans.
"Ashton, this is insane. I mean, a fucking sex tape?" you mumble more to yourself, though it happened to be loud enough to be heard by Ashton.
"It’ll be between us. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way. Besides, Skype sex just isn’t enough, my love. You know that," he says, giggling afterwards. You roll your eyes, knowing there isn’t any way to get yourself out of this situation. Plus, he is right. You and Ashton have attempted Skype sex plenty of times while he’s on tour, but it just isn’t as satisfying as you had thought it’d be.
"Fuck… fine. Fine! We’ll make a damn sex tape," you agree. Ashton, exploding with excitement, takes his hands out of your pockets to cup your cheeks. Though he giggled the whole time, he plants a sloppy kiss to your lips.
"Oh, I love you! I love you so much!" he gushes. "I’ll be right back!" Leaving you alone in your bedroom with your thoughts, you begin to wonder why the hell you agreed to do this. Sex is different when it’s being recorded. When you and Ashton make love, it’s for no one but yourselves. Because you’re actually going to record it, the chances of people seeing what you and Ashton keep between yourselves are heightened. You trust Ashton, though; you know he won’t ever expose the tape to anyone.
Finally with some closure on the situation, Ashton enters the bedroom, his bulky camera resting in his left hand. The same smile he left the room with is still plastered clearly over his soft features. “Ready, babe?” he questions. The amount of eagerness rushing through his system is extremely obvious, and your cheeks heat up at the observation.
Although, you nod your head despite your hesitation. “Y- Yeah, I think?” you agree, the statement turning out to sound more like a question.
Ashton places the camera down, pressing the power button and lifting his head up to look at you. Immediately, he realizes just how nervous you are when you bite your lip. It’s been a habit of yours to do that, and Ashton knows that. “Don’t be nervous. This won’t be any different, I promise. Just relax. I’ll take care of you,” Ashton soothes. Your arms are unknowingly crossed over your chest, standing in the same spot you have been since Ashton pulled you off of the bed. “Sit on the bed, baby.”
"Okay." At Ashton’s order, you twist your body to face the bed, eventually forcing yourself to sit on it with your legs crossed. Strangely, Ashton seems so calm and collected. His face looks naturally happy and relaxed, as does his tone of voice. "What next?" you question. You suddenly hear a small beep. Obviously, that was the sound of Ashton pressing the ‘record’ button on his camera. At the invasive noise, your heart begins to speed up.
With no words, seeming as if he completely ignored your question, he scampers over to the bed and crawls on it, joining you. Wasting no time, he lays you down on the bed, his lips already attached to yours. “Do you remember this morning?” he asked while your lips desperately searched for his affection. You stop kissing him, your eyebrows shooting up as you remembered. “Did you think that little act of yours was cute?”
“I- I couldn’t help myself,” you say as the memory flashed through your mind. This morning, Ashton left extremely early to go to work at the studio. You were just barely awake when he kissed your lips goodbye, but as soon as he left, an idea popped in your mind. Thereafter, you grabbed your phone and sat up from the bed once you were certain Ashton was gone. This morning, you were in nothing besides his shirt and your panties. You, in a teasing manner, lifted your shirt up, stopping it just when your breasts were exposed. You took the picture and sent it to Ashton, even adding a small little message to it. Much to your surprise, he didn’t even reply.
“I’ve been waiting all day to completely wreck you, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, “so I thought I might as well record it.” Ashton sits up, his eyes darkened and his smirk stretched out thinly.
Biting your lip, you prop yourself up on your elbows and contort your face to fake your innocence. “Oh, Daddy, I’m sorry. I’ve been one bad girl, haven’t I? You won’t punish me, right? You won’t punish me, Daddy?” you question, your teeth sinking deeper into your bottom lip to keep from giggling. You have always known about Ashton’s hidden kink, and his reaction only confirmed it to be true.
“You have been quite a naughty girl. Bad girls like you should be punished. Why don’t you strip for Daddy?” he asks, rolling off of you shortly after his request. You get up from the bed, and you slowly start peeling off Ashton’s shirt, exposing the bra you put on after you showered earlier today. You drop the tee-shirt to the floor; next up is your jeans. As you wiggle out of your jeans, you purposely exaggerate your hip movements.
To benefit Ashton, you keep up with your act. “Just like this?” you question as you throw your jeans off to the side. He nods his head, the boner through his jeans already becoming prominent.
As soon your hands gently reach for the clasp of your bra, however, Ashton stops you. “No, princess, Daddy wants to do that. Come here,” he orders. His arms stretch out to you, and you gladly oblige. When his hands weave around you, they immediately travel to the clasp of your bra and expertly undoes it within seconds. The straps loosen on your shoulders, but Ashton doesn’t take it off. “Were you wearing this bra when you took that picture, baby?”
You shake your head, your eyes witnessing Ashton’s whole face glow with passion. “No, Daddy,” you confirm. At that, Ashton slowly takes your bra off of you before rapidly tugging his shirt off. As he laid you back down on the bed, your hands clumsily messed around with the button of his jeans. Ashton didn’t aide you until you finally unbuttoned them and tried to guide them down his legs. He kicked his jeans off himself, getting impatient rather fast.
Once his jeans collided with the wooden floor, he pecks your lips before immediately dropping down to your breasts. He curls his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around it. His large hands grab your waist, arching your back enough so more of your breast is in his mouth. You moan louder than you had expected, seeing as Ashton is more for using his hands to massage your breasts. You aren’t familiar with this sensation, and it showed more than you thought it would.
Shortly after, he began kissing down your stomach, though his tongue contributed to his kisses more than his lips. He continued licking down the length of your torso until he reached the constricting fabric of your panties. “Oh, baby… who made you this wet?” Ashton asks, looking at you smugly from in between your legs.
“You did, Daddy. Only you make me this wet,” you murmur. When his large hands find your thighs, and his fingers press into your skin, you squirm, already unable to handle waiting for much longer. Ashton laughs lowly; when you feel his hands travel up to the waistband of your panties and hook into the fabric, you sigh as relief washes through your system.
Once he flings your panties across the room, he admires your dripping core. “This is all for me?” he asks once more, as if the first time wasn’t enough for him.
“It is,” you answer. Ashton laughs, slowly inching his finger up your slit to collect everything he could. He admired it for a few seconds before gently guiding his finger inside you. You whimpered quietly, giving Ashton the automatic consent to add one more finger. He pumps slowly so you get used to the feeling, but wastes no time curling his fingers. Your head dug into the mattress of your comfortable bed, the moans only getting louder.
“Baby, ssh,” Ashton demands softly as you catch your breath, “just feel it. You aren’t feeling how good Daddy makes you feel.” Your mouth clamps shut, the room falling into a deep silence as you focus on Ashton’s fingers pumping in and out of you in an even, consistent pace. Your eyes fluttered closed, your moans shifting into small gasps of air. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh, Daddy…” you murmur, “f- fuck…” Your body shifts around under his touch, indicating your high is quickly approaching. Although you don’t ever want this feeling to end. Ashton’s free hand is massaging your thigh, and occasionally runs up your body and back down. Knowing your body motions well, he stretches his thumb to your clit and starts rubbing it. In hopes of speeding your orgasm up, he pumps at a rapid pace, and his words guided you to finally reach your peak.
“Yes, princess, Daddy makes you feel so fucking good, doesn’t he?” Ashton murmurs, watching his fingers help you as your orgasm strikes through your body, sending you to a whole new world. Your back arches off of the bed, head digging into the mattress, and you scream out using what little breath you have left. As you worked yourself out of your high, you hadn’t realized you were grinding into his fingers until now. You stopped abruptly, and Ashton giggled as his long fingers exit you with caution.
Ashton lifted his fingers so you can see what had clung to his fingers when you released. He slides his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean. He moves up to plant a chaste kiss on your lips, but you didn’t settle for that. You press your hand into his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. Your tongues meshed together in hopes of you getting a taste of what Ashton did moments before. “Did you know you tasted that fucking amazing, baby?” Ashton whispers against your lips, as if he’s the one out of breath.
You shake your head when he pulls away, and he doesn’t waste any time dipping his head down to your neck. His lips brush past it, but don’t kiss it. “N- No teasing,” you groan, hoping your pleas are enough to propel Ashton to do something.
“Bad girls don’t get what they want. This is part of your punishment, my love. Daddy doesn’t like it when you’ve been a bad girl,” Ashton reprimands, quickly slipping his boxers off to allow his painfully hard cock to spring free. His breath fanned over the exact area he knows your sweet spot in located in. You whimper, and your nails dig into his biceps, eventually trailing down his arms to leave marks.
“I’ll be a good girl, I… I promise,” you beg. “P- Please, do something!” Ashton finally kisses your neck, forcing you to flutter your eyes closed at the feeling of your euphoria erupting through you.
“I know you’ll be a good girl. Right now, though, you haven’t been a good girl,” Ashton remarks. He starts sucking on your neck, his lips covering the whole area of your sweet spot. “Oh, I’m going to wreck you, baby,” he growls into your sensitive skin as soon as your sweet moans fill his ears. At his promise, he pounds into you, causing you to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Through heavy gasps and sharp blends of euphoria and discomfort, you moan aloud. “Fas… faster!” you plead, realizing that there’s no longer an ounce of pain coursing through you. Only Ashton can fill your body to the max with pleasure. Only Ashton can make you feel like this, and he knows that.
His fingers tickled up your body, every touch equal to that of fire burning your skin. His pace quickens, causing him to enter you even deeper with every thrust, which you didn’t think was possible.
“Be a good girl for Daddy, now. Be a good girl and come for me, princess,” he urges. His large hand gropes your breast, secretly knowing he would anyways. The other hand positions itself comfortably on your waist, guiding your body to move against his in perfect harmony. Ashton moans follow up after yours, only encouraging you to moan even louder.
Ashton twitches inside of you. Knowing his body better than anyone else, you feel the vein traveling up his whole length throb eagerly against your clenching walls. With both of your orgasms quickly approaching, you desperately kiss his lips in search of some relief. You moan into his mouth as your second orgasms arrives - this one tumbling down on you harder than your first orgasm. Your hips buck, and he unexpectedly pounds into you fully. He had been careful not to do so, but you didn’t care; you never want this unexplainably pleasurable sensation to end. Ashton’s orgasm hits him just as you start to work your high out.
His sloppy, messy thrusts slow down as his head falls back, the feeling of him release inside of you sending chills down your shaky body. You watch his eyes flutter closed as his muscles flex however they could. His stomach tensed up, exposing the outline of his abs. The muscles tightened up near his upper arms and shoulder, where your fingers grazed over softly.
“Fuck,” Ashton breathes out, exiting you carefully before kissing your lips, “that was hot.” He smiles at you, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
“Am I a good girl now?” you joke, giggling before kissing his lips again.
Ashton nods his head, rolling off the bed to grab his boxers. “Yep, and you’re my good girl.” With a wink, he speedily gets changed as you cover yourself with the comforter on the bed. You had completely forgotten about the camera on the other side of the room, recording everything that had just happened. Ashton jogs over to the camera and shuts it off, placing it on it’s side on the dresser and looks at you with a smile. “That’ll be something I will never get rid of,” he declared proudly.
You sigh, rolling your eyes and leaning over the bed to reach for the clothes Ashton had told you earlier to strip yourself off. On the bed, you get changed. Ashton cuddles into you once you finish and kisses the top of your head. “You’re so fucking perfect,” was the last thing you had bothered to listen to before drifting off in his arms.