Summary: (Y/N) almost shows her mom a picture she should never see. And Ashton is not all so happy about that. (Smut /Public Place / Degrading Pet Names / Unprotected Sex)
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"You feel ok, love?" I ask Ashton as he parks the car in the restaurant's parking lot.
"I don't know. I feel kinda nervous, I guess..." He replies, rubbing his eyes as he sighs deeply.
"Why, baby? It's just dinner with my parents." I giggle, stroking his cheek.
"Yeah, just dinner with your parents... No pressure at all..." He groans and all I can do is laugh at how awkward and cute he is.
"Need I remind you that you've met my parents before, not once, nor twice, but many man times?" I ask, bopping his nose.
"Every time is a different test." He sighs and I shake my head at him.
"Would it help you calm down if I showed you again some pictures from last night?" I ask, making him turn his head to me.
"You could try..." He shrugs, earning a chuckle from me.
I pick my purse from the front of my seat and fish out my phone, scrolling through it to find the pictures he took of me.
"Just remember, I still have a shit tone of those amazing lingerie you brought me from tour that I haven't tried yet..." I whisper in his ear, leaning closer to leave a kiss to his cheek.
"You will be the death of me, pretty girl." He breathes out, not taking his eyes away from my phone.
We walk into the restaurant, our fingers tangled together. I feel his grip on my hand getting tighter as we approach the table my parents are seated. On his other hand, Ashton holds a bouquet of flowers for my mother, in an effort to impress her. Well, honestly, he does it because he feels like doing it, but it surely works in his favor.
"Hey, mom... Hey dad." I greet them with a smile, letting go of Ashton's hand, not before stroking my thumb over the back of it though.
"Sweety, long time no see." My mom cheers, standing up to hug me.
"Huh, life has been hectic lately, mom." I reply, smiling before moving to hug my dad.
"Ashton, honey. Look at you... You look even more handsome now." I hear my mom say.
"Hi, dad." I kiss my father's cheek, hugging him close.
"How is my princess?" He asks, kissing my forehead.
"Good, good. Just, you know, a little tired from traveling." I smile and shake my head.
"People pay to travel the world and you do it for a job... Don't complain, princess." My dad protests, bringing a chuckle to my lips.
"I am not, daddy. I promise." I smile, taking a seat at the table.
"I know, honey. You look really great." He replies, sitting across from me. Ashton joins my side, taking the seat next to me. I catch a glimpse of my mom taking a whiff of the flowers Ash brought her and smiling in awe.
"So, Ashton, how is your band doing?" My dad asks, cutting straight to the point. My dad doesn't really approve of Ashton, still believing the whole rockstar stereotype, so he is extra harsh when it comes to him. I hate that Ashton has to prove his worth every time he meets my parents, but he does without a complain, making me feel worried about the moment he realizes that I am simply not worth all of that and cut me off his life.
"We are doing great, sir. We recently dropped our new album and it is on the top charts for weeks. We are back on our old glory." Ashton replies; I can hear the spark in his voice, which only brings a smile to my face.
"And what about the tour? My daughter sent us all those pictures from all those cities, but we've never heard the stories." He asks again. My hand goes from the menu I am holding to Ashton's thigh, stroking it in an effort to provide him with some comfort.
"Uh, so many stories. I am lucky I am able to live so many adventures with my friends and now with (Y/N). This has been the first tour that (Y/N) was able to join from the start to the end, so it feels extra special this time." Ashton smiles, placing his hand on top of mine.
Before my father could ask anything else, the waiter approaches us, putting a pause to Ashton's torture.
"What can I get you?" He asks, making us all contemplate our orders.
After we place our orders, I manage to start talking so Ashton wouldn't have to undergo any further interrogation.
"Honey, how is moving out, going?" My mother asks as I finish talking about the trip to Japan.
"Moving out?" My dad asks, stopping his eating.
"Yes, Ashton and I decided to move in together. So I am emptying my apartment." I reply, not daring to look at my father. This time, Ashton is the one that squeezes my hand reassuringly, stroking his thumb over the back of it.
"I see." It is all that my dad says in reply.
"Anyway, moving in is going great. And we have a new member of our family..." I say in a cheerful voice.
"You are pregnant?" My mom asks excitedly, making my dad shoot his gaze in a worried manner.
"No, no... Relax. We got a puppy." I giggle and watch my father sigh in relief.
"You did? What kind?" My mom asks back.
"Ah, he was a stray one, so he is muted. But he is so gorgeous." I sigh happily, leaning my head on Ash's shoulder.
"Aww, do you have any pictures of him?" She asks and I nod, handing her my phone. Ashton gasps, in mere seconds squeezing my thigh to stop me.
"I... I have better pictures on my phone, let me..." He tries to cover up, taking my phone from my mother's hand and unlocking his, scrolling to the album he keeps Fang's pictures.
I look at him in a weirded out expression but as I unlock my phone, I realize that the picture that my mom would see is the one in which I am on my knees with Ashton's tip between my lips. My eyes go wide and Ashton's head cocks to the side, looking at me with his stern look.
"We'll talk about your recklessness back home, princess." He whispers in my ear, pressing his lips softly on my temple.
"He looks adorable. Is he used to the house yet?" My mom asks, handing the phone to my dad.
"He is used to peeing and pooping outside the house, but he still chews anything available." Ashton says, smiling sweetly.
"I can't wait until you are settled in the house and we have the next dinner there, to meet this cutie as well." My mom says and hands the phone back to Ashton.
After everyone is done with their food, my dad and Ashton fight as to who is going to pick up the tab.
Ashton backs away since he knows that my dad will feel offended, making me chuckle at how childish they can be.
"This one went great." I comment as we walk to the car.
"If you overlook the fact that you almost showed your mom our pictures..." He says through greeted teeth, unlocking the car.
"Almost... She didn't see anything." I try to soothe the tension.
"Thanks to me. What am I going to do with you, naive girl?" He asks me, opening the door for me. I watch him walk to the driver's side, his body tensing up with every step.
"I don't know, daddy." I reply as he enters the car.
"I think I need to punish you for that mistake. Don't you agree, little girl?" He asks, turning to look at me.
"I haven't been a bad girl..." I protest but Ashton chuckles and pulls me on his lap.
"But you have been a careless girl, princess. And I think you need to be taught a lesson." He groans, pushing my chin up. I look at him innocently, biting my bottom lip as he hums, running his index and middle finger from my chin to the valley of my breasts.
"Should I wait until we are home... Or maybe I should hike up your skirt and take you right now..." He asks, bringing his lips to kiss my neck.
"Home..." I mumble, unable to form anything more than just that single word.
"No... I think you want your punishment here. I think that the idea of taking you in the middle of a parking lot, so publicly, so exposing, it turns you on. Doesn't it, princess?" He asks, slipping his hand under my skirt. I jump at the feeling of his cold hand on my sex but relax at his touch.
"It does... Look how wet you are for me... And it is all just from my words..." He teases me, grazing a finger under the hem of my panties.
"What if we get caught? What if someone gets pictures? What if those pictures end up on the front pages of magazines and your career gets ruined?" I ask, making Ashton release a throaty groan.
"Tinted windows and minimal sound, princess. Nobody will understand shit. Plus, Calum's cock was out on the internet for the whole world to see, and we still made it." He whispers, flicking his tongue against my sweet spot.
"Besides, this is your punishment... You can't say no to daddy. You know what happens when you say no to daddy, right?" He asks me before he leaves a bite on my neck. I shudder at the feeling of his teeth on my flesh, already feeling my mind turn into a fuzzy mess.
"You need to get punished for your carelessness, don't you, dirty girl?" He whispers, in a seductive and intoxicating tone.
"I do. Please, punish me, daddy." I moan out, my hand reaching down to feel his cock. Ashton grabs my wrist almost immediately, stopping me before I could even get a proper feel of him.
"Your hands behind your back. And do not move them." He orders, looking at me deeply. Almost automatically, I follow his order, bringing my wrists together behind my back and keeping them there. Ash guides my hips upwards, for as long as he needs to unzip his pants and take out his cock. I feel him line up in front of my entrance, smirking at me seductively.
"Buck down, princess. Sit on my cock." He whispers, gripping on my hips. I lower my hips, guiding his dick inside me. I watch his face tense as my walls engulf his length, the little pulsing of my pussy as he enters me making his breath get caught in the back of his throat.
I don't dare move my hands, the power that he has over me grows bigger and bigger every time. Now, he doesn't even need to restrain me to keep me in place, he knows that I won't dare break his order.
"You look so good like that... riding my cock, following my orders... My little fuckdoll." He whimpers as he guides my hips back and forth.
"I belong to you, daddy." I gasp and bounce my hips on his.
"Maybe fucking you so good has left you brainless... That's why you almost got us exposed." He hisses, thrusting his hips up violently.
On any other occasion, those words would have hurt me, but he only uses them to tease me.
And it works; I feel tingles all over my body, making all my senses heighten. Even his fingertips on the bare skin of my hips make electricity run in my body.
"I am your brainless little fuckdoll." I breathe out, rocking my body to guide his dick deeper inside me. His veins throb inside me as I move, a little slower now, trying to make the feeling last longer.
"I need to touch you." I groan, rolling my hips. Ashton growls at me, slapping my ass as I move.
"But you won't touch me, right? This is your punishment, princess... You can touch me, but then you would be disobeying my order and that would really piss me off, and then more punishment would be in for you." He says, throwing his head back and biting his bottom lip.
"I hate you so much..." I cry out, squeezing my walls around him as I feel my body tense while I near my orgasm.
"You don't mean that, angel. You are just hating me because I am not giving you what you want." He murmurs, gripping on my ass harshly.
"I hate you." I repeat, trying to fight the urge to just touch him, grip onto him, and dig my nails into his flesh as I cum.
"You don't look much like it right now..." He groans at the feeling of my pulsing walls.
"Can I cum, please?" I ask, feeling my chest heaving.
"Of course, princess." He breathes out, bucking his hips up to meet my thrusts. I feel him hit my spot forcefully, making me dig my nails on my wrists to keep myself from just touching him.
Everything gets intense as I hit my high, biting my bottom lip to prevent the scream to leave my mouth.
"Shit..." Ashton hisses at the feeling of my pussy squeezing him.
"Are you going to cum, daddy?" I ask through my haze, already feeling a little dizzy from it.
"You are making it hard not to..." He replies, slamming my hips onto his, before his throbbing member releases in me.
As I stay motionless and breathless, I just stare at him; his face is red and shining with sweat, completely relaxed and his lips parted. I lean down and place a soft kiss on his bottom lip, smiling at my boyfriend.
"You look like something out of a dream." I whisper as he opens his eyes.
"You look like you fell from the sky." He whispers back.
"Like the devil?" I ask in a giggle.
"For God's sake... I am trying to be romantic and shit in here and you keep on blowing me..." He giggles, covering his face with one hand while the other reaches behind my back to take one of my hands in it.
"You did great today with my parents." I whisper, leaving a peck on his cheek.
"You think so?" He asks me, turning his head for a peck on my temple.
"I know so." I smile and press my lips on his Addam's apple.