#it glistens under the stage lights and i only get wetter knowing they can smell my arousal

[cosmicstarlatte]

when monsters take over the world and I'm one of the few humans that gets excited about my pussy being auctioned off like some special toy

[itisannak]

Backstage (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Ashton is on a high after a show, and (Y/N) is the only thing he craves. (Smut /  Degradation /  Unprotective Sex) (Request) (Words: 1.4k)

I barely had a moment to greet Ashton as he got off the stage before he dragged me in a little closet along him. In seconds, I am with my back pressed against the nearest wall, his hands holding onto my hips harshly, his fingers pressing onto my bones. "You were great tonight." I manage to mumble before he slams his lips on mine. He is rough with me, kissing me deeply, biting on my bottom lip, and pulling it back after he decides it is time to draw in a breath. "I need you, princess. I am on a high, I need you." He mumbles, gluing his body on mine. I feel his bulge against my stomach, making me gulp the knot that has formed in my throat. "Fuck me, daddy. Please. I need you." I moan, causing him to nod before pressing his forehead on mine. He is sweaty, like every time he has been on stage, he is glistening with sweat, dewy under the light of the closet. "Aren't the guys going to hear us?" I ask, while his fingers work to rid me of my jeans. "Do we care, my love?" He asks, turning me around until my chest is now flat against the wall. He positions my hips in the way he likes them, my ass in the air and I am standing on my toes to be on the right height for him. I hear his zip open, which makes me smile at the thought of what's about to happen. "You are going to be a good girl for me and take daddy's cock, right babygirl?" He asks me, leaning closer and whispering in my ear. I whimper in approval, nodding my head as I bring my hands to support my body on the wall. "Aren't I always, daddy?" I ask back, turning my head lightly to smirk at him. "Well, you can be a bratty pain in the ass sometime..." He replies, lining his cock up to my entrance. "Try to convince me you don't like it when I am a brat..." I say cockily, just as he thrusts his cock inside me.

I moan as he does, closing my eyes as his dick jams inside me and he brings his hands to grab onto me. "My tight little pussy. My fucking little whore." He growls, slapping my ass between thrusts. I love the sound his hand makes against my skin, the sound his hips make slapping against my ass. I love his groans and little moans, I love how the room smells like sweat and sex, all those pheromones messing with my head, making me crave him evermore. My mind still slips to the memory of him banging his drums on stage. I always find that porn-like, the expressions he makes while at it so similar to the ones he has when he fucks me mercilessly. "Harder..." I utter under my breath, earning a hum from him before he pounds on me, slow, deep thrusts with greater force. My nails graze down the drywall, nearly chipping away the paint that coats it. My stomach hurts, the impact of his dick against my cervix making me tighten around him, making my body burn with desire. "Choke me... Choke me, please." I plead, bringing one hand to take his in, placing it around my throat. His fingers there feel like heaven, the calloused pads roughening my skin. He tightens them around my throat, making me gasp; I always do, I know he likes it, he likes realizing how my body reacts to his touch, it makes him intoxicated. "Want it tighter, princess? Want me to choke you harder?" He asks, pulling me closer to his body. My body is totally arched against him, chest pushed out as he fucks me. His breath is hot against my skin, making my eyes roll at the sensation. "You got wetter the moment my fingers wrapped around your throat... You are my little pain slut, aren't you?" He chuckles cockily, turning my face until his lips are on mine. He kisses me sloppily, tongue invading my mouth as he fucks me with the same tempo, slow, deep, sensational thrusts that hit my spot in the perfect way.

I gasp for air against his lips as his fingers leave my throat, moving down to lower the neckline of my top. My bra is exposed now, for only a second, since his hand moves my cups to free my tits. He pinches my nipple between his fingers, pulling at it and making me hiss. "Ashton..." I whimper, feeling my eyes tear up at the overstimulation. "You know better than calling me that, love..." He growls by my ear, giving me a thrust that makes me jolt forward. "Daddy... I want to cum..." I cry out, feeling my legs become jelly. "I can feel it, princess. You are pulsing around me... It feels good." He muses over my reactions, becoming too cocky. "May I cum, daddy? Please? I can't hold back anymore..." My voice is shaky, breaking with each thrust. "You may not, dove. You have to wait for me." He growls, moving his lips to my neck, biting and sucking on it. My face is hot and tense as I try to follow his wish, but the sensation of the velvet mouth and the prickly stubble contrasting against my skin makes holding back a lot harder. His veins are throbbing inside me, sending chills down my spine. My hand moves to his forearm, digging my nails into his skin, leaving marks on his arm. My head falls backward on his shoulder, resting there as I become too weak to support myself as we fuck. "Cum, baby. Cum around my cock." He groans, kissing my temple softly. I brace myself for the next few thrusts, knowing that I will come undone around him in the following seconds. And I do. I cum around him, groaning and screaming in pleasure. He holds onto me tighter, pressing kisses on my face as he moves his hips, stopping after a thrust to feel me tighten around him. "Fucking hell, princess." He mumbles as he cums, shooting deep inside me, rasping for air. I smile to myself as we calm down, trying to untangle ourselves from each other. "You need a shower." I comment, turning around to look at him as he fixes his clothes. "I know... And now you need one too. My sweat is allover you." He comments, fixing my shirt for me. "I like your smell on me..." I reply, smiling at him. "I know you do. But you need a shower. Preferably one with me in it." He throws me a crooked smirk, before leaning down to kiss me. "Yeah, I think I need that shower too." I reply, teasing his lips with mine after we part. We exit the closet room, walking back in the backstage room, where the rest is already sprawled in. However, everyone turns and looks at us the moment we walk in. Instinctively, my eyes go to the ground and I rush to get away from their gaze. "How long has this been happening behind our backs?" Luke asks, smirking at us. "I... I don't know what you are talking about..." I stutter, avoiding looking at him. "We saw him drag you in the closet. We heard you going at it..." He replies, insisting on not letting this just go by. "We... We were just talking..." I don't think I can fool anyone with that shameful excuse. "Just talking... And the marks on your neck are there because...?" Luke asks, pointing at the hickeys on my skin. "Enough! Stop torturing her. What we do together is none of your business. Stop giving her shit. If you want to tease someone, tease me. But for the love of God, stop pestering her." Ashton steps in, making me smile at his willingness to step up for me. "We... We just wanted you guys to talk to us. We didn't mean... Shit, I am sorry, (Y/N)... We just wanted to tease you two, just for shit and giggles." Luke apologizes awkwardly, so I smile at him and nod. "I'll go pick up my stuff." I comment and Ashton nods at me, pressing a kiss on my forehead before I walk away.

I guess there is no reason for us to hide from people now. Sooner or later we would have been discovered. I guess our dirty little secret is not so secret anymore. And I have never felt safer than now, that everyone knows about me and Ashton.

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