A/N This has taken me many weeks to write, please enjoy it and reblog and like and things. It’s the first part of my Ashton kink series, this one being daddy!kink. Warnings for smut (obviously, duh) and bad language et cetera et cetera.
“I was not!”, I exclaimed, cheeks flushing red at having been caught out.
“Yes, you were,” Ashton replied, his usually playful voice steely and angry. “You were all over him.” The open air was a stark contrast to the heat of the party, and my flushed skin wasn’t dealing well with the change; goosebumps were littered over my arms and my exposed legs were shaking.
“I was dancing with him, that’s all.” I explained, “And I don’t know why you’re so upset anyway.”
Ashton crossed his arms with a sigh, jaw clenching at my words. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what it means. You don’t have any right to be having a go at me about this when you’ve been all over Kayla all night! Don’t act like I didn’t see you fucking making eyes at her, making me look like your bit on the side! It was embarrassing.”