tall sweatpants

Tastes Better Than S'mores (Ashton Irwin Smut)


     "Time to set up that damn tent!“ Michael hooted, unzipping the case to the tent as all the pieces fell out on the dirt floor in the woods. I am going to be honest with you, camping is not my thing. Last time I went camping I was 8 and cried because a spider landed on me and a few of the other girl scouts. But the boys invited me, and I had a massive crush on Ashton. The boys began to attempt at the framing, chatting among themselves and scrambling around.  

      "Not gonna lie, I’m think I’m going to pretend to be busy,” Ashton says to me, his accent perfect. As an American girl, I swooned silently over his red bandanna, dirty colored curls flopping over it. “Do you want to go get some wood?" 

      "Yeah I want some wood,” I mumbled to myself, kicking some dirt and when I looked back up I gave him a playful wink, laughing at myself to break the tension. It worked when I saw his eyes light up with mischief before it flickered to cheerfulness. “Kidding,” I snorted, following him to the woods. But I wasn’t really kidding—the rumors over Ashton having a daddy kink got me thinking, and I wanted to test the waters with him.

      I skipped over the branches, leaping over annoying rocks. My eyes fixated on the ground, I didn’t look up until I heard a husky chuckle. I watched his dimples and giggled, he was clearly laughing at my lack of camping experience. 

     "Have you ever been camping before, babe?“ My heart fluttered when he called me the pet name. I felt blush creeping up on me, and I tried to hide it from him.

     "I was 8 last time I went with my girlscout troop.” Something landed on my arm and I jumped in the air, flicking the bug off. He laughed at me again. 
     "Come here, love,“ he said, pulling me over to him. He reached out; pulling a twig out of my hair that embarrassingly placed itself when we were walking. 

     "Oh mother nature, we meet again,” I giggled, and he let out a laugh as well, fingers still weaving through my loose curls.

     "I forgot to tell you,“ he said, licking his lip. "You look sexy,” he scanned down my body, running over my tanktop and short shorts. His body pushed closer to mine, baggy sweats brushing my legs as our chests hovered an inch from each other. Adrenaline began rushing through my ears. “If you want, we can escape ‘mother nature’ and go back to see if the boys set up that tent yet,” he winked at me. “We can kick the other boys out," 

     "Oh Ash,” I giggled, leaning towards him, bodies bumping. “Or should I say, daddy…“ I began, stare boiling in me as he sunk his teeth in his lip.

      “Say it again,” he grumbled to me.

     I walked my fingers up his strong chest. “Do you like that, daddy?” He swiftly cut me off by a heated kiss, letting our lips slip together and collide with passion. A frantic rhythm set in, pace quickening and getting needier. His teeth nibbled my lower lip, allowing me to squeak before he gave a little lick, before letting his tongue slip in my mouth.

     Our bodies pressed together, and I felt his bulge growing as he tugged on my hair. His other hand snaked around my waist before moving down to my bum. He pinched it and I let out a short giggle as our tongues battled in my mouth. I jumped in his arms as he gripped my thighs, holding me close as I slightly pushed myself into him, him letting out a groan. I let my panties get wet as he gave me some friction.

     “I want you, princess,” he murmured in my ear, kissing on the lobe and making a love bite just below my ear on the hairline, a shiver going through my spine. “Now,” he growled my name.

     “Seems you got yourself a problem, daddy,” I whispered.

     “And you’re going to fix it. You will be good for daddy, right babe?” he yanked my hair, neck falling backwards as he attached his teeth to my collar. “Or else you’ll be punished.”

     He set me down, grabbing my wrist as he pulled me harshly with him, stumbling over the bramble and not hesitating as he dragged me behind him. He pulled out his phone, only occasionally looking up at where he was going. I watched him send a text.

     TO CALUM: if youre by the tent, get out. tell luke and michael too

     FROM CALUM: as long as you clean up afterwards

     FROM LUKE: get some, daddy ;)

     I snorted at the texts, Ashton glaring at me before we came back, tent already set up haphazardly. He unzipped it, throwing me inside on the cushion. He sat down himself, watching me with dilated pupils, face full of lust. “Strip.” He commanded, wanting me to put on a show. I removed my tank, pushing down my shorts before crawling over to him on all fours. He gasped, whispering my name whenever I straddled him, unclasping my bra and letting myself go free. I leaned on my back, spreading my legs wide when I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear.

     “Take it off, princess,” he snarled. I slipped off the damp fabric, tossing it to the side.

     “Is that better, daddy?” I made my voice playful while my expression said otherwise. I sat back up; completely naked against his clothes as I grinded my hips down into his hard length, standing tall under his sweatpants. He moaned loudly at the slight relief before regaining his control.

      “Are you getting my clothes wet?” He snapped loudly. I looked up at his red face, veins in his neck pulsing. I lifted my hips, showing his clean pants. “If you get my clothes wet, you’ll be punished, understand?”

     “Of course daddy,” I snickered. I loved controlling Ashton, and I wanted even more to be punished by him. I turned around, sticking my ass in his face before making small circles with my hips over his cock.

     I swiveled, not moving my hips as I played with the hem of his shirt, letting him peal it off as I let our bare skin brush, body heat radiating. I sharply pushed lower into him, letting the fabric hit my clit as a moan escaped me with the sudden pleaser, a throbbing between my legs taking over my lower half. I knew I had gotten his pants wet. He shoved me off with force, looking at the fabric. “Do you see this? You dirty girl, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” he saw through me as I shook my head.

     “No, daddy,” I lied, one where he also saw through that. He laid me over his legs, manhandling me the way I liked it as he tossed me around with strong hands. I arched my back, sticking my ass up in the air.

     “This isn’t going to be fun, princess. This is a punishment,” he slapped my skin hard, red mark bruising my cheek. “Still-“ SLAM! “think-“ SLAP!  “this” SMACK! “is-“ WHACK! “For fun?” one last burning sting of his hand against me before he rubbed the marks, my body sore and shaky from his strength. “On your hands and knees.”

     “Yes daddy,” instantly I obeyed turning around and stretching my body out, as I heard the rustling of him taking his pants off. I craned my neck to see his pulsing cock, long and hard and dribbling with precum. He needed to be inside me.

     “F-fuck!” I cried out whenever his fingers spread me, and his tongue ran from my clit to my core, air hitting me as I shoved back into his face. “Ash!”

     “What did you call me?” he was angry, and I got more scared. I didn’t know what was next.

     “I’m sorry, daddy!”

     “Just for that, you’re going to cum for me until your sensitive, then you’re going to cum for me again.” At that, he ran his fingers along me, roaming my clit and rubbing harshly against it. Without any fingers in me, I began to bead sweat as my first wave was building in my abdomen.

     My fingers gripped the ground, scratching against the uncomfortable fabric as I spread myself more, lowering into his fingers and mouth. His other hand reached up to my hair, yanking it backwards as I cried out in pain. My eyes closed as I readied myself, frantically moving my hips more as the friction went up against me. His tongue thrusted in me, fingers rolling my clit. “DADDY!” I shouted as I came hard, dropping my elbows to the ground, his tongue collecting me as I panted.

     He threw me upside down, facing upwards before he leaned down, grabbing my tits and sucking on them. He put his fingers inside my mouth, I wet them with my saliva before he went down, throwing my legs over his bare shoulders, cock still tall and red against his stomach before he shoved his fingers in me, stretching me out as I my eyes stung with tears from the burn. He began pulsing his fingers in and out before I clenched around him, his hands reaching up to twist my stiff nipples before I climaxed a second time, his fingers hitting my sweet spot before I cried out loudly, squeezing around him. “D-daddy! Daddy, fuckin’ hell! Yes!” I babbled, sweat pouring down me when he pulled his fingers out. I was sore.

     “Now your sensitive, one last time, princess,” he smirked, bandanna getting wet with the sweat. He ripped open a condom that came from his pocket on the ground with his teeth, lube already on when he lined himself up. My eyelids fluttered when the head of his dick entered, pushing all the way in before leaning down to kiss my lips.

     He propped himself back up, his length filling my insides completely. “Fuck you’re tight,” he cried, before thrusting slowly. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. It was sloppy and wild as he slammed into me, pounding me down into the ground with intense force. “Cry daddy 10 times when you cum,” he murmured, drops pouring down his face. I clenched around him, overwhelming soreness stimulating me and I couldn’t tell if it was all pain or all pleasure. I clenched again, throwing my head back and ratting my hair. I began to shout.

     “DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!” I continued, clenching around him, tears slipping down my cheeks as I counted around 10, brain too fuzzy to focus. I felt him cum, warm liquid flooding the condom in spurts as we rode it out, him shouting my name a few times, but I could barely pay any attention to that.

     We were breathless and shuddering, panting hot breaths on each other as he pulled out and discarded the condom. He kissed my lips again, gently as he smiled at me. “You were amazing princess,”

     “You too, Ash,” I ruffled his hair.

     “Will-will you be my girlfriend?”

     “Of course!” my heart fluttered as I sprinkled light kisses on him, to worn to do anything else.

     “We had s’mores without you guys!” I saw Luke’s silhouette outside the tent, the other two laughing with him.

      “Damnit, Luke you bastard!” Suddenly Ashton was up and dressed, running outside the tent and I saw a glimpse of Luke and he saw me and I squealed as he covered his eyes.

     “GOOD LORD ASH,” he said and Ashton zipped up the tent.

     “Oops! Get dressed and come with us, babe!” he said cheerfully before running out. “If you can walk, that is!”


sleepover - michael clifford

request: AWEE OKAY I HAVE BAD FEELS RN but could you do a Michael one where it’s the first time you’re spending the night at his house ?

The torrential rain was smacking against the roof of Michael’s home, the heavy downpour being heard from his bedroom. You were both stationed in his bed, wrapped in the covers to keep the warmth circulating around your bodies. When the lights flickered from the harsh rain, Michael widened his eyes and glanced down at you, his hand snaking around your waist to keep you from falling off the side of the bed.

“Babe, I don’t think you should go home tonight. It’s way too dangerous,” Michael murmured, his eyes flashing in concern as he bit down on his bottom lip. There was a huge flash of lightning, thunder soon rumbling by. “And I don’t want you being in that rain.”

You nodded in agreement, but then you furrowed your eyebrows. “How am I supposed to get my stuff? Like my toothbrush and clothes.” Michael shrugged, leaning down and pressing his face into the warmth of the curvature of your neck. A giggle erupted from your lips as your hand flew to the back of his neck.

“My parents have an extra toothbrush,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your skin. “And for clothes… well, you’ll just have to wear mine, babe.” You slowly nodded, your heart jumping in your chest at the thought of spending the night with him. It would be the first and you didn’t know what to expect. Michael abruptly sat up, pulling you along with him while gazing at you with sleepy eyes. It was already beginning to be late, so he couldn’t help but be exhausted.

He unwrapped his arms around you and stood up off the bed, shuffling to his drawers as a yawn forced his lips apart. You watched him from the bed, your stare shifting over his tall body clad in sweatpants and an old tee shirt. When he turned around, a lazy smile was tugging on your lips, which made him smile in response.

“What’re you smiling for?” Michael questioned, setting down a pair of boxers and one of his shirts. “You look like a creep, babe.” You shook your head, scooting off the bed with a sigh and walking around to him. He leaned down, his hands resting on your waist as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Snatching the clothes off the bed, you smirked and began walking towards the door to take a quick shower.

“Be right back,” you said, a short laugh bursting from your lips before you closed the door behind you and walked down the hallway. When you returned to Michael’s room freshly showered with his clothes on, his reaction was priceless. Michael slowly sat up, his lips parted as his eyes raked over your body from head to toe. And then his expression changed from shocked to smug, a smirk emerging as he rubbed his fingers over his bottom lip.

You climbed onto the bed and crawled over to him, ignoring his smirk and laying down flat on your back next to him before saying, “Why are you staring at me so hard?” Michael just shook his head, tugging you closer to his body before cupping your cheek and molding his lips on yours again. He was lovestruck, absolutely blown by your appearance and how much he loved being around you.

“Because you look so good…” Michael mumbled against your lips, his thumb brushing over your cheek, “really fucking good.” You laughed, leaning away from him and laying your head down on one of his pillows. Michael was grinning, his fingers playing with yours once you both crawled under the covers and got back into the position you were once in.

It didn’t take either one of you long to fall asleep with the rain roughly making contact with the roof of his house. You slept in each other’s arms, your legs tangled and your breaths fanning against the other’s skin. Although it was odd to fall asleep next to him in his clothing and his bed, you oddly felt very comfortable, like it was normal to regularly spend the night over with him.

And that was the start of spending nights with each other in your houses, becoming a traditional event within a few weeks.

;;so, how’d you two meet?

People didn’t know who he was, and that was just the way Zax liked it. He wore a lot of layers, his feet wrapped in bandages, leggings and sweatpants with tall boots. An undershirt, T-shirt and sweater on top with scarves wrapped around his wrists. He kept his hood up, long hair spilling out of it. A bandanna around his face.

Sure, aliens were a thing on Earth now, slowly getting ingrained into society but they weren’t popular by any means. And… Well, Zax wasn’t any normal alien, either. The less who could tell exactly what his species was, the better.

 His tail wrapped around him, his pink eyes glowing in the dim. He liked parties. Free snacks. He could usually sneak into the shower, too.

But now he was sitting in a circle with a bunch of other people, watching a bottle spin. Some others had gone to the closet and come out looking flustered. A man had just spun it so it pointed at Zax. The person who’d started the game laughed, making some comment about how the other, the human didn’t have to go in with an alien, of all things. Ah, will prejudice never die? 

Zax was about to offer them a way out, hands raised to show he understood he wasn’t wanted. He was fairly sure there was another party in the next dorm over. But… He found himself being led into the cramped closet, literally having to sit on the larger man’s lap because of the lack of room. Zax looked at him, offering up a shy smile. 

“Ah… Hallo..”