this may be deemed as "out of character" for me or wtvr but i dont care. i wrote this and i like it so here you go. kinda smutty kinda not. sorry ash girls. i saw one of my mutuals on tumblr post this quote and i just had to write something for it.

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Do you remember how I used to read to you while you ate me out?

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"Baby?" Ashton called softly once he entered the shared apartment. He was greeted by silence. Frowning a little bit, he tugged off his shoes and hung his coat up, locking the door behind him and padding into the kitchen to look for a snack. Finding none, the curly haired boy sighed and opted for a water bottle instead, taking his time to gulp it down while leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Babe, where are you?" Ashton tried once more to get his girlfriend to call back to him. He squished the now empty water bottle and chucked it in the trash can, scratching the back of his head as he wondered where she could be. It felt weird, having the house in complete silence except for the few creaks here and there of the floor and the sound of the windchimes. Usually their shared home was full of music or laughter, so to have it silent was both a blessing and a curse.

Ashton stifled a yawn and wandered to the bathroom just down the corridor to pick up his pajamas he had stripped himself of earlier in the day. Tugging off his jeans and switching them for a pair of basketball shorts, he smoothed out his maroon long sleeve t-shirt and ran a hand through his tangled locks.

He tip-toed down the hallway, stopping outside the closed door to the bedroom him and his girlfriend shared. Pressing his ear against it, Ashton heard no noise from inside. The TV was off, no iPod was plugged in, nor was a window open to let in the sound of cars passing by on the streets below. Hm.

He pushed the door open gently, his sock-covered feet meeting with the dark blue plush carpet that Alana picked out last year. His hazel eyes searched for his girlfriend among the mess of white blankets on the bed and they found her easily.

Alana lay on top of the blankets, her tan skin contrasting with the crisp white duvet. A book was in her hands, covering most of her face. One hand rested against the outside cover while the other held the book open from the inside, her pretty blue eyes quickly scanning word after word as her gorgeous lips mouthed them in concentration. The best part? She was in nothing but a peach colored bralette and a pair of matching underwear with one of her boyfriend's flannels hanging loosely off her arms.

Ashton smiled at the sight. This wasn't anything unusual for Alana to do, but every time he caught her like this, completely consumed by something in her own little world, he couldn't help but admire her. He stood in the doorway, leaning against it, watching her mouth form the words with ease and her eyebrows crinkle just a little bit and her foot rub against her leg to scratch an itch.

"Hey, baby." Ashton finally broke the silence. He pushed himself off the door frame and walked languidly over the bed, crawling up in between his girlfriend's legs with ease and resting his head on her stomach. She didn't respond but her fingers tangled in his hair absentmindedly, acknowledging him.

Ashton's thumbs caressed the sides of her thighs, rubbing slow circles into her warm skin and kissing her tummy. "Did you have a good day?" He asked in between kisses.

Alana finally tore her eyes away from the pages of the book and sent her boyfriend a small smile. "Yeah, did you?" Her fingernails scratched at his scalp and made Ashton close his eyes, humming in content.

"Mmhmm..." He mumbled, lightly kissing just below her hip bone. Alana's leg jumped a little bit but her expression didn't falter. She grabbed her book once more and began to read again, whispering the words under her breath.

Ashton rubbed up and down the outsides of her thighs. "Will you read to me?" He asked quietly, looking up at Alana from under his long eyelashes.

Without hesitation she began to clearly read line after line of the novel as Ashton moved closer and closer to the middle of her legs. When he finally reached his destination, Alana's voice squeaked for a moment before she recovered, clearing her throat but not hiding her flushed face.

"Don't let me stop you, keep going baby girl." Ashton murmured to Alana before throwing her tanned legs over his shoulders and beginning to pleasure his girl. Alana moved the book so she was holding it out to the side, where her eyes could simultaneously flick between the words on the page and the beautiful boy between her legs.

Her voice became strangled and soon she was struggling to get out a clear word as her thighs clamped around Ashton's head, but his large hands pried them apart and held them out even wider than before.

"If people were r-rain, I was drizzle and she was a-aH- a hurricane." Alana gulped, fighting to catch her breath and continue the last sentence. Ashton rose from between her legs, a smug grin painting his glistening face before he wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

"I love you." He whispered sweetly, planting one last kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"I love you." Alana cracked a smile, her hand skimming across the sheets to fit in Ashton's.

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hope you enjoyed. tell me if you want more, i might start a separate book. (if you'd like to make me a cover, that would be greatly appreciated!)