¡Gilipollas! - Ashton Irwin |Foreigner!Reader Series
Anonymous said: for the foreigner fics, maybe like Mexico w Calum or Ashton??? also absolutely LOVE your writing!!
A/N: Aaaah! Thank you!! Means so much! Wanted to do both, but I’m not sure if I got the inspiration for it, sorry! Might do the Calum one at some point though, just not right now haha
Pairing: Ashton x Mexican!Reader
Warnings: swearing in Spanish, very very minimal smut
Words: 579
Summary: You’re working and something’s not going right, turning Ashton on a little as you swear in your native language.
You and Ashton had met in Los Angeles at an interview you did with Five Seconds of Summer. The two of you just immediately got along and Ashton asked you out on a date right after. For the rest of your week in LA, the two of you spend time together and after five dates, you knew this was going to be serious. You were back in Los Angeles, visiting Ashton on his time off, and you were sat at the dining room table with your laptop in front of you, trying to work on this article you needed to send your boss by tonight. You were a journalist and had your own little column in a magazine. Sometimes you had to edit other articles your colleagues had written, and sometimes you had to interview people. You still remember that first interview you did with the boys from 5 Seconds of Summer. You remember how nervous you were and how flirty Ashton was towards you during that entire interview. You can’t believe it’s been six months since that first date you went on. It’s been a ride, but it’s been fun. “¡Joder! (Fuck)“ you yelled out as your text once again jumped to the other page as you added the picture. You pressed control-Z and tried again, but it still got messed up. “¡Gilipollas! (Dickhead)” you muttered, throwing your hands up in the air in annoyance. “Everything alright, Princesa (Princess)?” Ashton asked as he walked into the dining room and saw you in complete distress. Ever since finding out you were Mexican, he insisted on calling you Spanish nicknames. Princesa was his favorite, and you had no clue why. He used mamí mostly when you looked really hot in a certain outfit. He loved it when you talked in your native language though. It was almost as though you forgot to put your fence up and showed a more vulnerable side of you. He also thought it was extremely hot when you cursed in Spanish. “No, this puta (Bitch) over here keeps on messing up!” you told him, pointing at your screen whilst Ashton shifted behind you. You looked up at him to see what he was thinking, but he just looked a bit uncomfortable. “What’s wrong with you?” you asked, a smirk forming on your face as you already kind of knew. “You’re hot when you curse in Spanish,” he told you, a little ashamed. You laughed a little at that. “You got turned on by a couple of course words?” you asked with an amused grin on your face. He nodded very slowly. “Well, if you help me out with this, I can curse at you all you want in your bedroom,” his eyes widened as he grabbed the chair next to you and slid it back to sit down. He hastily grabbed your laptop and fixed your problem within seconds. You stared at him in surprise, being a little turned on youself by how quickly he’d just fixed this, as he saves your document. “Okay, now, let’s go!” he then says excitedly as he takes your hand and drags you towards his bedroom. “Curse at me, mamí,” he commanded as he pulled you closer and put his lips in your neck. “iJoder!” you cursed again, but it wasn’t a yell this time, it sounded more like a groan. And from that moment on, the Spanish curse words bounced off the walls as everything got steamier and a lot more heated.