Smut warning!!! You can skip if it makes you uncomfortable. Once it begins, it is over at the following three dots before the next scene.
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XXXII
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Ashton and I eventually untangled after god-knows-how-long, and I decided to take a shower. I told him to 'sit and stay' as if he were a dog, and pointed at my bed. And to my surprise, he walked over to it, sat, and stayed... along with his typical eye rolls and side comments, obviously.

The bathroom was still steamy when I got out of the shower, and it took some time to comb out my hair. My towel was wrapped tightly around my chest, falling to just below my butt. I had just finished with my hair when Ashton knocked on the door.

"Password?" I joked over, but opened the door a moment later, anyway. His dark features popped with the dark clothes he was wearing, and his eyes scanned over my half-naked body with raised eyebrows. I rolled my eyes with a smile, moving back to the mirror to put my comb back in its holder next to the sink.

"You left me alone for too long, and now I'm in a bad mood again," he told me casually, and I chuckled.

"Sorry to hear that," I replied, and a moment later felt him come up behind me. I looked in the mirror at him right as he placed his hands on the front of my hips and brought me slightly backwards into him, my breath automatically catching as his lips lightly brushed across my neck. I felt his warm breath on my skin, and my face heated up.

"When is your mom back?" His voice was deep, and I began finding it to be a little hard to breath as he brought a hand up and slowly, oh so slowly slid my hair off to the side, his fingers caressing my tingling skin.

"Few hours," I replied, shuddering out a breath as he moved his mouth to the sensitive spot right in between my shoulders and neck.

"Good," he spoke into my skin, and I had to fight to keep my knees from buckling under me. The hand still on my left hip moved forward a little, resting on my lower abdomen as he pressed me further into him.

"If I do recall, you once told me that using sex to distract from your emotions isn't healthy," I breathed out, and he switched sides, seductively kissing the other side of my neck while his free hand roamed upward.

"You can say no if you want," his voice was low as he spoke into my ear, and I could hear the smirk in his voice as I tilted my head to the side to allow him better access. He planted a lingering kiss below my ear, and I leaned backwards into him, officially feeling my knees start to get a little weaker.

I placed my hand on top of his hand, and guided it up the last few inches to my breast, releasing a shaky breath as he gently gripped it. He continued to kiss along my neck, and I couldn't help but let out a quiet, low moan at the sensation.

As if that was his queue, he wrapped his other arm around the front of me to spin me around to face him. My hands went up to rest on his chest as I looked up at his eyes, the blue of them containing a dark hunger. I bit my lip as his hand squeezed along my waist, and then he leaned down to pick me up from under my thighs and sit me down on the counter behind me.

He leaned in and brought his lips to mine, holding me close to him while also pushing me backwards. He kissed down my jaw a moment later, and I reached down to bring his shirt up off of him. His intense gaze locked with mine once more before he leaned forward and picked me up again, bringing me out of the bathroom and to my bed.

He laid me down on my back and was on top of me one second later, the weight of his body pressed down on me as he returned his lips to mine, one of his hands feeling up my inner thigh in a way that shot a shiver down my spine

"If you're gonna act like this every time you're in a bad mood then you should be in a bad mood more often," I breathed out as he kissed down my collarbone once again.

"That can be arranged," he grinned against my burning skin, and I bit my lip again. He reached up and undid my towel, taking it off of me and throwing it into the ground. I took in a sharp inhale of air and let out a soft moan as he brought his mouth down to my breast, and I reached up to pull him closer to me.

He planted kisses back up my neck and then hovered his face above mine, scanning over my wanting expression with his eyes and then met my heated gaze with a dark grin. I bit my lip as his hand sensually felt from one off my breasts, down my stomach, to in between my legs. He kept my hands pinned above my head with one hand as he went on with the other, moving his fingers with nearly aggravating perfection.

I broke eye contact to lean my head back as I arched slightly into him, but I felt his eyes still watching me as I reacted to all the glorious things he was making me feel. I breathed out some sort of plea for him to keep going, but he took this as his sign to stop. I glared at him slightly because of this, but he just grinned again and brought his lips back to mine, his soft hair sweeping against my forehead as we leaned into each movement of the kiss, savoring each little detail that either of us added into it.

He pulled away after a little bit and looked at me before kissing down the center of my chest and stomach, then across the line where the top of my underwear normally would have been. I put my hands through his hair as he moved lower, wrapping his arms around my legs to keep them separated as he leaned in and brought his mouth to my sensitive area.

I let out an instant involuntary moan, tugging at his hair a little and pressing my head back onto the bed below me. My breathing was inconsistent and loud as he continued on, all the senses in my body being taken over by him and his talented tongue.

His name slid out of my mouth, a heavy whisper, and in response he gripped me harder, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. My hands moved from his hair to the sheets, balling them into tight fists as more noises naturally came out of me.

I rasped out for him to keep going, but right as I was nearing my climax he pulled away, teasing me beyond belief. A desperate whimper escaped my lips. I would have pushed his head back down if he wasn't already unwrapping a condom, and if I wasn't still buzzing with the full-body sensations he was causing.

One he had put it on, he pinned me down on the bed once again, and I bit my lip at the carnal aggression in his demeanor. My eyes rolled back a little as he slid into me, my head tilting backwards and my legs slightly wrapping around him.

"Fuck," his voice was a low rumble as he started moving, and I let out a whimper of pleasure.

He returned his mouth to one of my breasts as he continued, causing me to let out a loud breath and arch my back again. My nails dug into his back as I shuddered from the overwhelming influence he was having on my body.

"Ashton," I breathed out, and I swear I could feel him deepen his movements at it. The deep noises that occasionally sounded from him only made my body react even more to the fire he was lighting inside of me. I brought his head down and connected our lips. His tongue danced with mine momentarily before I moaned softly into his mouth.

I pulled away to swear under my breath as he picked up the pace a little, and I threw my head back again, letting out a cry of pleasure and need. I moved my hands to the sheets above my head, but before I could fully grip them, Ashton reached up and held my hands down. Now pinned completely under him, I didn't even bother trying to suppress my noises anymore, there was no use in trying.

My breathing had become so unstable that it was hard to focus on taking each breath, my body constantly seizing up and then letting go in the most intense form of pleasure I could imagine.

This went on for a while more, with impressive stamina for even Ashton. I could finally feel him getting close, and he moved his hands to grip my waist as he went all in, and I couldn't hold in the aggressive moan that burst out of me as we both finished.

My vision blurred and my hearing went a little fuzzy as I felt everything in me finally ignite and explode into a million stars and dimensions, all encapsulating genuine euphoria. I felt the satisfied smiled grow on my lips, but that was about all I could feel of my body as I laid there in an almost hallucinogenic state of peace and calm.

I felt the bed move under me as I continued to stare up at the spinning ceiling, my breathing still short as my body was still experiencing the powerful high. Ashton had laid out next to me, I could tell by the bed shift, but I just closed my eyes, savoring the feeling.

"I feel so good," I breathed out.

"You felt so good," he replied, and I let out a laugh at that one.

I was pretty dizzy still when I stood up, but I got up to make my way to the bathroom. After I went, I threw on his shirt that I had taken off.

When I came back out, he had also cleaned himself up again. For the most part, at least.. we both looked as though we quite obviously just had sex. Our messy hair and swollen lips were probably the most apparent give aways.

"Woops," he said with a slightly amused grin as he looked at my neck. I stumbled back to the mirror and saw the multiple hickeys I now had.

"Ashton! Ugh," I grunted, observing them. "Rookie mistake," I added when I walked back out of the bathroom. He chuckled a little. He was sitting with his legs outstretched on my bed, shirtless- since I was now wearing the shirt he had been earlier.

I laid flat down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling again. Feeling Ashton's eyes on me, though, I cocked my head to to side to look up at him, and raised a brow when I saw him looking at me with a small smile plastered on his face.

"You look creepy," I told him plainly, and he chuckled, scooting down a little so that he could lie down as well. Now we looked at each other side by side, and the smiling looked notably less creepy.

"I love you," he told me. "And I'm sorry my life is so messy.." I smiled and reached over, intertwining our fingers.

"I love you.. and I'm sorry that my life is also so messy," I gave a small laugh, and he smiled at this, too.

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    "So, what did you do different this time?" I asked him as we walked downstairs. A few hours later, it was darker out now, and I was guessing my mom would be back from work with Connor soon.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know.. It just felt so much, like, more than usual this time. It's happened some other times, too," I continued casually.

"Oh, simple. The 'wow' factor," he told me, and I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He went on to elaborate, "it's the 'woman over wiener' rule.. basically just making it all about you. Which in turn makes it better for me, too," he explained, and I laughed.

"Damn, I didn't know there was a whole formatting behind it," I commented as we walked over to the couch and sat down on it.

"Only the pros know about it," he joked, and I rolled my eyes at him.

We watched TV for about a half an hour before my mom came through the front door, Connor with her. When Connor saw Ashton, his face lit up and he ran over to pounce on him. I could see Ashton holding back some pained grunts from the fact that Connor had jumped on his bruise left from Eli, but he successfully put on a smile and hugged Connor back.

"Asston!" Connor exclaimed, and I giggled.

"You know it," Ashton replied, and my mom came over to greet us.

"Hey guys," she was a little out-of-breath from carrying in the groceries she had just put down, "Crystal, could you grab the rest of the bags from the car if you don't mind?" She asked.

It was such a small detail, but the fact that she was grocery shopping again now without me.. it reminded me of my blessings, definitely. My mom was my living miracle.

"I got them, Mrs. S," Ashton hopped up from the couch and started towards the door.

My mom thanked him, and then gave me a look as if to say 'go help out that nice sweet innocent boyfriend of yours'. I just waved it off as if to say 'nah, he's got it covered'. I was too lazy to bring them in, and if he tried to give me shit for it then I would just remind him that he tried to drunkenly break up with me last night.

My mom told Me and Ashton that we were going to stay for dinner whether we wanted to or not, and whipped up something quick for us to eat- which was also another detail that warmed my heart. When the four of us got to the table, and a pain sparked and I flinched as I sat- already sore from earlier with Ashton.. yikes. Ashton held back his laughter when he saw this- barely, however- and took a sip of his water to prevent making any side comments.

During dinner, my mom was asking Ashton about his siblings, and Connor was so happy the whole time at the mention of his 'friends'- as he'd called them.

Connor seemed to be doing a lot better. I mean, he still so obviously was experiencing post traumatic stress, but not sad bad to where it was affecting his every day character and personality.

I had covered all of my hickeys with makeup, but I had still used my reserved-slap on Ashton for the inconvenience of it all.

I had taught Layla how to cover up hickeys back when she was dating Justin #2, so this had reminded me that I needed to check up on Layla, too. Ashton still had that sad look in his eyes that hadn't left since his fight with Eli, but at least he looked distracted from it. He'd move past it, I knew it in my bones. I just hoped that the other two were doing similarly okay-enough.

I helped my mom with the dishes after dinner, and even though he had offered to help, my mom insisted that Ashton get some rest- since he was really tired. I had filled her in on a few of the happenings, just that him and Eli had a fight and it was pretty bad. Typical boy stuff- she thought. I really wished it had just been typical boy stuff.

By the time I got up to my room, Ashton was asleep on my bed, and Connor was asleep on my bed as well, using Ashton's arm as a pillow. The cuteness of the two of them warmed my heart, and I was super careful when I got in as to not wake either of them up.

I had class tomorrow, but I planned on skipping. I hadn't missed any, and a mental health skip was okay every once in a while. Of course, I was probably just telling myself this to feel better about my laziness, but whatever.. that wouldn't change anything.

I was also very tired, which I hadn't really noticed until I was lying there in the dark. As I slipped into sleep, I wondered what Layla had been up to today, and if she was okay.

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Heyyyy guys!
Back at it again, lol.

This is the second chapter I've written with smut.. so please give me feedback or just let me know if you like smut or don't like smut.. I'm indifferent to it so if y'all really want it I can incorporate it more, but if you really don't like it then I can just keep to fluff :)

QOTD: what are the things you value most in a significant other??

>>> maturity!! And a sense of humor similar to mine. I do think that opposites attract but I think similar humor is really important, and maturity/honesty/respect is an obvious must-have.

Be safe, be kind, and go make yourself something tasty to eat (go on- you deserve it)

Stay beautiful,
Briella <3