Michael would be the type of boyfriend who would constantly deny being whipped when the guys tease him about it but he would totally be whipped. To the point that you would think out loud, “damn…some chocolate sounds good,” Michael would be like “do you need to be to go get you some? what kind? Nuts or no nuts…never mind I know you hate nuts/or like nuts….” and you would laugh because of how adorable he was being. He would never hear the end of it whenever you would all hang out with his friends/the guys, and you would all go randomly shopping and you would complain that your fingers hurt so michael would gladly take all of your shopping bags because he doesn’t want your cute fingers to be in any form of discomfort and all the guys would laugh at him but you would kiss him because you loved him so much and he loved you so much.
His eyes never left her the entire time she was on the dance floor. Ashton watched as his girlfriend danced with his best friend, the anger and jealousy that bubbled inside him was red hot. He knew it was his own fault, she had asked him to dance first but he had declined saying he’d rather just sit and drink his beer for the time being. So she turned to Michael and he had gladly obliged.
He let his gaze travel down her body. The tight black dress she had chosen was not leaving much to the imagination and Ashton was kicking himself for allowing her to wear it outside of her apartment when he picked her up. All the stares she was receiving were doing nothing but adding fuel to his fire. Taking one last sip of his beer, he stood from the booth and strode over to Y/N. He placed his hand on her hip and pulled her into his chest before slowly starting to grind on her. She pulled away though and turned to face him while she pressed her back firmly into Michael’s chest.
“You said you didn’t want to dance,” she said as she wound her arms up and around Michael’s neck. She rolled her hips against him and pressed her body tighter to his.
Ashton saw Michael’s jaw tighten and his posture stiffen and knew exactly what was happening; his girlfriend was giving him a boner. That was what did it all in. Ashton grabbed Y/N’s arm and roughly pulled her away from his friend. He leant down so that she would be able to hear him over the pounding music, “We’re leaving. Now,” he growled before pulling her off the dance floor and through the mass of sweaty bodies.
They swiftly walked through the parking lot and upon arriving at Ashton’s car, he roughly yanked the passenger door open and ushered Y/N inside. The drive back to his place was completely silent save for the radio softly droning on. Ashton was gripping at the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles began to turn white and when Y/N noticed, she had to bite her lip to suppress the excited grin that was growing on her face.
Once in the parking lot of the apartment complex, Ashton quickly pulled into a parking space and jumped from the car. Just as Y/N had unbuckled her seat belt and went to reach for the door handle, the door was ripped open. Ashton reached in and picked her up out of her seat with ease. He set her down on her feet before slamming her back against the now closed car door. He leaned in slowly then all at once and smashed his lips to hers.
With one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her lower back, he pulled her impossibly closer to him. He easily pried her lips apart so that his tongue could slide into her mouth. Y/N moaned into the kiss and threaded her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. As he pulled away, he took her bottom lip between his teeth and let it snap back. Taking one last ravenous look down at her, he roughly grasped her hand and tugged her up the steps to the entrance of the complex. The pair quickly rushed into the elevator and Ashton roughly pressed their floor number.
The elevator ride up ten stories had never seemed to take so long before. Neither of them said a word the entire ride up. When the doors finally released them from their tension filled prison, they all but sprinted towards the door of his penthouse apartment. Ashton fumbled with the keys for a bit before he was finally able to get the door unlocked.
The second the door slammed shut, Ashton had her pressed up against it. Both of them were breathing heavily from the fervent kisses he was placing on her lips and exposed neck. His hands gripped harshly at her hips, pulling the black fabric of her dress up ever so slightly. Ashton ground his hardening jean clad crotch against her causing her to let out a throaty moan and her head to lull to the side.
He leant his head down and began to work at her neck, leave hot wet kisses trailing up to Y/N’s ear. Ashton kissed the shell of her ear before pulling her earlobe into his mouth and nibbling on it slightly. “Did you honestly think you’d be able to get away with that shit you pulled back there?” he growled after resealing her earlobe.
The only reply he received was yet another moan from his girlfriend. He quickly stepped back from her and spun her around so that she was facing the door. Ashton jerked her dress up over her ass before quickly drawing his hand back and bringing it down firmly onto her backside. She let out a small noise, a mixture of a whimper and a moan, at the contact of his hand on her ass.
He began to rub soothing circles on the reddening spot as he leaned in closer to her, “Now I asked you a question; did you really think I’d let you get away with that shit Y/N?”
“N-no,” she stuttered out, shaking her head. The truth was she hoped to earn this type of reaction out of him; she absolutely adored it when he was rough with her. While they were at the new up-scale nightclub the idea of making him this angry and what he would do to her as punishment had her practically dripping with excitement.
“No what Y/N?” he said, the annoyance clear in his voice.
“No, sir,” she breathed out, her voice still shaking ever so slightly.
“That’s what I thought you said,” Ashton said smoothly.
Ashton’s hands slid from her ass, around her waist and into her panties where his fingers slowly began to rub up and down her folds. With his thumb, he pressed hard on her clit while middle finger teasingly circled her entrance.
She threw her head back on his shoulder and whimpered, “Ashton, please.”
Letting out an almost sinister chuckle, Ashton leaned down to her ear, “I’m not ‘Ashton’ tonight baby. Tonight, I’m ‘Daddy’.”
As soon as the words left his lips, he rammed two fingers inside her causing her to cry out. For what felt like hours, he didn’t move his skilled hands at all. Then ever so slowly, he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, curling them in just the right way to make her scream each time.
“Please, faster,” she begged.
“Y/N, please what?” he breathed out against her neck, his movements now halting altogether.
“Please daddy,” she breathed out raggedly.
Smirking against the damp skin of her neck, he obliged her request and began pumping his fingers at a furious speed. Y/N was writhing in his arms as she neared the brink of her orgasm.
“D-Daddy, I’m going to cum,” she panted.
“The fuck you are,” Ashton growled before abruptly pulling his fingers out of her.
He quickly spun her around before stepping back from her so that he could unbuckle his belt and then jeans. “On your knees,” he commanded as he shoved his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.
Y/N quickly sank to her knees before him as Ashton gave his half hard member a few quick jerks.
“Here, let me,” she said, looking up through her eyelashes.
Ashton smirked down at Y/N before running his hand through her hair and saying, “It’s all yours baby girl.”
She wrapped her small, nimble hands around his shaft and began to slowly pump him; his cock sufficiently hardening under her grip. Y/N leant forward and licked the throbbing blue vein that ran the length of his cock before placing a tender kiss on the tip. A deep moan slipped from the back of Ashton’s throat as she finally inserted his length into her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks so that she could fit even more of him and pumping the bit she couldn’t take.
Ashton ran his hands through her hair, pulling it back to make a make-shift ponytail for her. Looking up through her lashes, Y/N began to bob her head, slowly at first but then quickly building up her speed. The grip Ashton had on her hair got tighter as he started to rock his hips forward, his tip brushing the back of her throat. At the feeling of her deep-throating him, Ashton decided to take control. He quickly began snapping his hips forward, fully fucking her mouth now. Y/N’s eyes began to water and her hands flew to his thighs, her nails digging into Ashton’s flesh. His cheeks flushed and his breathing labored, he looked down at her and panted, “I’m about to blow. Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy and swallow?”
Y/N nodded her head just as Ashton started to cum. With one hand on the door to brace himself and the other still fisted in his girlfriend’s hair, Ashton shot his load down her throat. She had to swallow a few time to get it all down, but she managed to swallow all of her boyfriend’s cum. Taking a deep breath Ashton slowly pulled himself from her mouth, leaving a tiny smudge of cum on the side of her mouth. He took her chin with his forefinger and tilted it up to look at him before slowly swiping away the residue from her face with his thumb. Taking hold of his hand and holding his thumb up to her mouth, Y/N slowly wrapped her tongue around it and licked it clean. Ashton bit his lower lip as he watched her, her actions turning him on all over again.
“Stand up,” he whispered gruffly.
Y/N did as she was told and rose to her feet. She didn’t even bother to fix the skirt of her dress that was still rolled up above her hips. Ashton looked her over and bit his lip. As pissed as he was just a few moments earlier, there was no denying that he loved her. Just one look at her made him weak in the knees. Y/N had him totally wrapped around her finger, but tonight, she was in for it. She had given one of his best friends a hard-on, on purpose, right in front of Ashton. That wasn’t going without punishment.
Cupping her cheek in his large hand, he tilted her face up and pressed a much gentler kiss to her lips. His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck as he pressed her even closer to him. With his unoccupied hand, he brought it up to squeeze her thigh. Pulling his lips away from hers, he told her to jump up. She gracefully wrapped her legs around Ashton’s waist, her still soaking heat pressed firmly against his abdomen.
Stumbling out of the jeans that still pooled around his ankles, Ashton walked them farther into his apartment. Y/N leaned down and attached her lips to Ashton’s sweet spot, the place just below the hinge of his jaw. The grip he had on her thighs tightened as Y/N went from kissing and softly nibbling on his skin to harshly biting and pulling at it.
When he finally reached his bedroom, he kicked the partially opened door fully open. With one hand, he fumbled along the wall in search of the light switch. Warm fluorescent light flooded his spacious bedroom as he stumbled towards his king-sized bed. Tossing Y/N down onto the mattress, he ripped his flimsy t-shirt from his torso. Y/N sat up from the bed and pulled her black dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. Ashton crawled over her and ducked his head down to suck at her now exposed clavicle. Threading her fingers through his hair she pulled him away from her collar bone and up to her lips.
Ashton’s hands went up and untangled her fingers from his hair. Upon receiving an adorably confused pout he chuckled darkly and said, “Nuh-uh baby girl. Daddy is in control tonight.”
Taking both her wrists in one hand, Ashton pinned them to the bed above her head. He looked down at his still pouting girlfriend and smirked.
“No touching Y/N,” he said breathily.
He reached over into his bedside table and rifled through the top drawer. She knew exactly what he was looking for and it had her core throbbing in anticipation. There was no hiding the excited glint in her eyes as Ashton pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. He clapped one of the cuffs on her before looping them around the head board and onto her other wrist.
“Just for good measure,” he smirked after she was locked in place.
Ashton then turned his attention to her chest. Reaching underneath her, he quickly unclipped her bra and threw it to join the other articles of clothing on his floor. Making sure he held eye contact with her, he leaned his head down to her breasts. He placed kisses on the tops of both her breasts before turning his full attention to her left nipple. Ashton circled it with his tongue before taking it fully in his mouth and tugging on it before doing the same to the other nipple. A whimpering moan left Y/N’s mouth as she arched her back off the mattress.
“Daddy,” she moaned bucking her hips to get some sort of friction.
Ashton’s head snapped up and his eyes grew so dark she almost swore they turned black. “Say it again,” he growled as his hands flew to her hips in order to keep her pinned down.
“Mmm,” Y/N moaned again.
“I said to say it again Y/N,” Ashton growled while pushing her knees up to her chest. He drew back his hand and slapped her ass. “Now say it damnit.”
“Daddy!” she cried out just as another slap was landed on her backside.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred as he rubbed over the growing welts on her cheeks.
Pulling her legs down he spread them wide and held them down before he began to massage her inner thighs, placing small, wet kisses here and there. Ashton worked his way up to her throbbing core and placed a lingering kiss over the crotch of her black lace panties. She whimpered at the slight contact and bucked her hip into her boyfriend’s face.
“Be patient love,” Ashton chided softly before moving her panties to the side. He licked up her slit before his tongue landed on her swollen clit; giving it a few swipes before licking back down her and circling her entrance and then plunging in. Placing the pad of his thumb on her clit, he began to rub in slow figure eights. Y/N cried out in pleasure, her hands straining against her confines. She wanted nothing more than to grip on to his hair or shoulders or just any part of him in general.
Ashton continued to rub her clit and curl his tongue up inside her, hitting the right spots every time. Y/N felt the familiar knot growing in the pit of her stomach and her toes curled towards the soles of her feet.
“D-Daddy,” she stuttered, “I’m so close.”
Ashton nodded his head, his hair tickling her thighs a little as he did so. He started to rub faster and flick his tongue at lightning speed, sending her hurtling into her orgasm. Ashton moaned at the feeling of Y/N’s walls clenching around his tongue. As she slowly started to come down from her high, Ashton began to clean up all of her juices.
With one last lick up her slit, Ashton slowly began to kiss up her body. “So fucking sweet,” he mumbled, “You always taste so fucking sweet.”
She moaned as he placed a kiss on her lips. Y/N was still able to taste herself on his tongue as he slipped it into her mouth. Ashton let his hands trail down her body, caressing every one of her curves. He again took her legs and folded them up against her chest.
“Are you ready baby?” he asked after aligning himself with her entrance.
Y/N nodded vigorously and Ashton thrusts in with full force. Without giving her time to adjust, he began thrusting quickly. Snapping his hips in a rhythmic motion, Ashton quickly found her g-spot and began to relentlessly pound into it. Y/N became a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him and Ashton used this to drive him forward.
“Daddy!” she cried out at a particularly sharp thrust, arching her back and pressing her sweaty chest to his.
“I’m almost there,” he grunted.
“M-Me too,” she said breathily, noting her own impending orgasm.
With a few more thrusts, Y/N started clenching around him, her vision going white. The feeling of Y/N’s walls tightening around his cock was all it took to send him into his own orgasm. He tried as hard as he could to milk their orgasms out as much as he could, but his thrusts were sloppy and sporadic. When the two of them finally descended from their highs, Ashton collapsed on top of Y/N, panting to catch his breath.
He carefully pulled out of her, being mindful of her sensitive state, and then went to unlock her wrists from the handcuffs. Quickly pulling her hands from the cuffs his eyes widened. Y/N had dark red rings all around her wrists. Ashton brought her hands up to his mouth and gently pressed kisses all around her wrists.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were too tight?” he mumbled against her skin.
Smirking up at him she said, “I liked it Daddy.”
Ashton’s eyes grew dark again when she called him ‘Daddy’. “Keep calling me that and I’ll end up fucking you into next week,” he growled.
“I’m perfectly okay with that,” Y/N mused, fluttering her eyelashes and biting her bottom lip.
Ashton kissed her lips and nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. “God you’re going to be the death of me Y/N,” he mumbled into the skin of her neck.
Sorry for being such a sinner haha jk you know you love itttttt enjoy ;)
You were hanging out with some of your friends and all they were talking about was the group of boys that had just left to go clubbing. There was four of them: Luke, Michael, Calum and Ashton. The first three were alright and you guys got along, but Ashton was a living nightmare. He was rude, cocky, obnoxious and extremely annoying. You two would always fight and bicker whenever you were around each other. As you scrolled through Twitter, you listened to the girls conversation.
“Oh hell yeah I’d want Luke to fuck me!” Your friend Y/F/N said. “He’s so hot.”
“Okay no I’d want Michael to give me something god damn that boy is fiiiiine.” Another one of your friends said.
“Shit I’d want Calum to make sweet sweet love to me oh my god.” Said another.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Turning your attention back to Twitter, the room suddenly grew quiet. You looked up to see all your friends starting at you.
“What?” You asked innocently.
“Y/N? Who you would be your ideal fuck?” Y/F/N asked.
Your face turned red and your heart started beating against your chest so fast you thought it was gonna pop right out. The truth was: you wanted Ashton to fuck you. Sure he was annoying as hell, but my god was he hot. He played the drums in their band and every time you would watch them, your eyes were glued to his biceps flexing as he hit each drum or how the hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.
“Ashton.” You mumbled, barely audible to your own self.
“I didn’t hear that.” Y/F/N said.
“I’d want it to be Ashton.” You said a little louder.
“One more time please?”
“I WANT ASHTON IRWIN TO FUCK ME GOD DAMN IT!” You yelled, gasps filling the quiet air.
Before anyone could speak you heard have breathing coming from the doorway of your house. All your friends quickly got up to leave and Ashton stood there with his hands shoved on his pockets and his teeth chewing on his bottom lip.
“Y-you heard that?” You stuttered nervously.
He nodded. “Every. Single. Word.” He took a few steps closer to you. “I never thought you’d say anything like that. I’ve always daydreamed about this moment. The moment when you loose control and admit that this is what you want. And I want it too. Fuck I can only imagine what beauty lies beyond those tight ass clothes that are the only thing keeping me out.”
“Then why don’t you find out.” You whisper. His eyes fill with lust and his lips ghost over yours. “Fuck me.”
He crashes his plump lips onto yours and your hands immediately thread into his hair, pulling and tugging on the wavy strands. This action earns you a deep groan from the back of his throat and you moan his name at the sound.
“Fuck that was so hot.” Ashton grumbles as he walks you down the hallway.
You stop when you reach the bedroom and he backs himself up onto the bed. Teasingly, you smirk and pull off your shirt and jeans causing another groan to fall from Ashton’s lips.
“Lace?” He questions and you shrug.
There’s a prominent bulge in his tight jeans and you can tell it’s painfully straining against the fabric. Your knee comes in contact with the bed and you climb up onto it. He unbuttons and unzips his pants with ease and you swiftly pull them off. Next comes his shirt which he removes my himself. Again, your lips collide in a heated kiss as he cups your breast on his large hand. You moan as he massages it and he throws his head back.
“Fuck Y/N.” He hisses as you palm him through his briefs and continue to torture him. “You need to take those off right now or this "session” of ours is going to end very soon.“
"Aw Ash, are you gonna come already?” You tease. You don’t stop and you keep squeezing and touching him through his underwear.
“Shit I’m serious Y/N.” He groans. “If you don’t stop right fucking now god damn it I’m gonna- shit ahhhh fuck.” He moans as the hot liquid soaks the black material. “Y/N fuuuuck…” He drags on.
“ Damn Ashton.” You moan at the sight.
“Shit Y/S see what you did?” You nod innocently, batting your eyelashes. “No one has ever made me come like that or that fast god.”
“Your welcome. Now let’s get down to business. I came here for your cock Irwin and that’s what I’m gonna get.” You chuckle as he mutters under his breath and see his dick begin to harden again.
His large hands spread your legs and he takes off your underwear. “Shit your fucking soaking.” He whispers. “And it’s all for me.” One finger swipes down and you whimper as he pulls it away. “Sorry love, just one taste.” He slips his finger in his mouth and pulls it out with a “pop” sound. “Now for the good stuff.”
He pumps himself a few times before lining himself up at your entrance. “Ready baby?” You nod. He pushes himself inside of you and you cry out. “All good?” Again, you nod.
Ashton begins to move and thrust into you at a fast pace, causing you to moan out his name in pleasure.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer with every thrust. You clench around him and he grunts. “Do that again fuck.” He keeps thrusting and hits the same perfect spot every time.
“A-Ashton I’m so close..” You whine.
“I know baby girl just hang on.” He tells you, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.
His thrusts become sloppier and he’s straining to remain upright.
“Ashton pleaseeee….” You moan and close your eyes.
“Okay baby… Look at me…now.” He commands.
You let go and shout out his name as your vision blurs. That’s enough to send him over the edge as well he comes again and collapses next to you afterwards. Panting fills the quiet room and you smile over at him. He returns the jesters and chuckles.
“So do you still hate me?” He asks.
“Mmmh maybe just a little.” You joke as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close.
Make A Move Ashton Irwin and Michael Clifford Smut for Asha (lets-share-feels)
Sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy it:)
Typical movie night with my two best friends Ashton and Michael. We sat down on the couch with me in between them.
Halfway through the movie a sex scene came on and honestly that got me pretty wet. I noticed Ashton and Michaels semi hard showing through the blanket we shared. I felt Ashton’s hand high up my thigh and I got excited.
“Aren’t you going to make a move Ashton?” I whispered holding onto his hand that was on my thigh.
I gasped because I felt a new hand slid into my pants and I looked and it was Michael with a determined look on his face.
“Ashton is the shy one. But I’ll gladly start.” Michael said and leaned in to kiss me and I moaned into his mouth as I yanked off the blanket and took them both out of their pants pumping them.
“Fuck Asha!” Michael moaned and I moaned back. I took off my shirt and unclasped my bra.
“Holy shit.” Ashton mumbled and I smiled.
“Enough foreplay. Michael will you do the honors of fucking me from behind?” I asked and Michael grabbed my breast and I moaned out and he kissed me roughly.
“I will be happy to.” He answered and I turned around and looked at Ashton.
“And you shy boy. You get the front.” I demanded and he swallowed hard and nodded his head. He leaned in and kissed me and it was sweet and gently.
Ashton and Michael both slid into me at the same time and I moaned out loudly. Ashton’s hands found my ass messaging my cheeks while Michael played with my breast.
Their timing was unbelievable! When one was thrusting in the other out and visa verse. I knew I wouldn’t last long and so I kissed Ashton before yelling both of their names mixed with profanities as I came long and hard.
“Fuck!” Michael moaned as he came into me and I gasped at the feeling. Only a couple of seconds after Ashton came and he bit down on my neck before releasing into me.
“Guys that was amazing.” I panted out and they nodded in agreement.
“We should do that again. But next time I’ll start.” Ashton said and I smiled.
“Someone feels more confident to make the first move?” I asked and he nodded his head.
“We’ll why don’t we go to the shower then? Get ourselves cleaned up?” I asked and Ashton got up and grabbed my hand while Michael followed. Ashton slapped my ass before stepping into the shower. This was going to be one hell of a night.
Ryan was furious. He didn’t like the idea of anyone harassing his family, least of all Ray. Ray was without a doubt the baby of the family. He was the youngest, the smallest and the scrawniest (he had looks practically malnourished when they had first met). Ray was also very placid. When faced with a confrontation, Michael would meet it gladly. Even Gavin would get into a fight if the situation called for it. But Ray was much more apathetic than his brothers and far less likely to cause a fuss. Which had led to all of his bottled up emotions exploding in his recent outburst.
Amazon wants readers to write to Michael Pietsch! GLADLY.
Dear Mr Pietsch
I write to you as a reader, at the behest of Amazon. Also as a writer, a sometime tech journalist, a former antiquarian bookseller, and as a student of publishing and copyright history.
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Amazon claims that its concerns are merely on behalf of readers: “books should be cheaper”!! No: they should not. Books are not widgets. They should be prepared for publication by professionals, and sold by professionals, who actually know and care about books.
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