“That’s what new year’s all about , getting another chance, a chance to forgive, to do better, to do more, to give more, to love more, and to stop worrying about what if… and start embracing what will be.”
“It’s ridiculous. “ Michael muffled at Ashton. The three boys sat in leather chairs in a big office, the sun shining through the grey curtains.
“Mate, it’s a lot of money. “ Calum chipped in. Ashton looked exhausted from discussing with Michael for hours now. Michael had been coming with awful arguments since the boys left his house.
“It’s our reputation we’re talking ‘bout! “ Ashton looked at him one last time before the door finally went up. They had been sitting in the office for a while now. All three guys got up from the fancy chairs.
“Hello lads. “ Andrew Hemmings walked in and closed the door carefully after him; as if he was scared, someone would hear them. “Have you decided yet? “
“Yes, we have Mr. Hemmings. “ They had all agreed that Ashton would do the talk, since he was the oldest. “We’ll take the offer. “
Andrew smiled slightly at Ashton’s words while Calum and Michael stood behind Ashton as if they were his guards.
“Good. You know what you’re gonna do. “ Andrew was still smiling, but his eyes were dead serious. His tone was quiet, almost whispering.
“When do we get our money? “ Michael interrupted with his eager voice and stepped a step closer to Andrew.
“In about two weeks. Then you’ll get half of it. “ He answered. “Now I think we’re done here. “
Andrew pushed the three boys out of his office and out of the back door. They stood there for a while, before going back to Ashton’s car. The ride home was mainly Michael yelling at Calum and Ashton about “the dumbest mistake they’d ever make”. That made Ashton think. Questions about the choice they took haunted Ashton all night.
When Ashton saw Michael’s face the next day, the worries didn’t become less. However, Calum assured him it was going to be alright as long as they played their cards right.
“Okay then. Let’s find that Luke kid. “ Ashton padded Michael’s shoulder and they all three walked in the school. Michael and Ashton had kept an eye on Luke since Andrew proposed the offer, so they knew exactly where Luke would be although the day. They choose to approach him at lunch. He sat alone, with his face drowning in homework, but getting his attention weren’t hard.
“I’m not doing your homework, I already used my lunch money and, believe it or not, I’m not good with people, so please be quiet. “
Luke didn’t look up from his books as the three guys sat down. It was almost like Luke had practiced his words as he spoke them with a robotic undertone.
“Oh we believe you, buddy. “ Michael looked over at their usual table. They were getting weird glares from their soccer team and some girls. Luke looked up from his textbook and looked petrified as he stared into Ashton’s green eyes.
“Okay. “ Luke let his gaze wander to Calum, who was itching his neck, looking away from all the stares. “What are you doing here? “
Michael felt an unbelievable urge to just get up and walk over to his team’s table. He just wanted to sit with his mates – since this would be the most embarrassing thing, he had ever done.
“We probably should have thought about our actions. “ Calum whispered in Ashton’s ear as Ashton fixed his hair, thinking about the answer to Luke’s question.
“Are you good at soccer? We might need a new stopper? “ Ashton grinned, not knowing if it was a good idea or not.
“I don’t know. “ Luke answered and looked down in his textbook, letting his eyes skim the words before turning the page.
“Let’s go, Ash. We gotta wait for the right time. “ Michael mumbled as he got up his chair and walked towards his usual table. Calum did the same, while Ashton stayed a bit after.
“See ya around then. “ He said and got up to follow Calum and Michael. The three guys were warmly welcomed to their home-table as they sat down. Their table was always surrounded with popular cheerleader-girls who was just longing after a popular boyfriend.
Ashton smacked his locker, being frustrated after the tiring day. Luke was going to get home, unhappy. Because nothing had happened today, expect from the little lunch meeting. Calum was leaning his head against his own locker as Michael approached them. He was completely fine with the lack of “Luke-time”.
“Dude, Michelle’s looking good this year. “ Michael chuckled, throwing his bag over his shoulder. The hallway was crowded with loud students who just wanted to get home.
“If we don’t focus on Luke this year, you won’t get Michelle or the 5000$. “
“ASHTON! “ Somewhere down the hall, a girl screamed Ashton’s name. He looked up and saw the prettiest girl in the school, running towards the three guys. Calum straightened up and Michael just smiled cowardly.
“Jesus Christ, I’ve been looking everywhere for the three of you. “ She laughed. For every guy in the school, this was the dream girl. She wasn’t like the other popular girls. She didn’t take herself to seriously, she was funny and smart and she didn’t care what everybody thought of her. The three guys had been fighting over her since she moved to the city.
“Hi Y/N. “ Ashton smiled, looking down at her. He knew that he had the smile that made thousands of girls swoon, but somehow that never worked on her.
“What are you doing here? “ Michael asked with furrowed eyebrows, trying to look as much as a “bad boy” possible. That was definitely his move. However, that didn’t work on her either.
“I just wanted to tell you that talking to Luke was really nice of you all. “ She looked at the guys with big, beautiful eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes had friendzoned all of them.
“You know his name? “ Michael asked, still trying to stay in character. Calum started laughing his adorable little laugh – something he always thought worked on girls. But not on her apparently.
“‘Course I do, idiot! “ She overreacted as if she was offended. “He’s nice. Very… “
“Socially awkward? “
“Not able to be around humans? “
Ashton, Calum and Michael tried to make Y/N laugh with their dumb guesses.
“Yeah, exactly. “ She chuckled and started walking.
“You look good, Y/N! “ A voice screamed from the other side of the hallway, none of the three being able to see who it was.
“Thanks! “ She stopped and yelled back, but turned around to face the boys again. “And he looks like trash. “ She mumbled to them, walking pass them. The thing about Y/N was that she was unaware of the attention she got. So she didn’t feel the stares after longing after her.
“I dunno, man. I’d rather date her than Michelle. “ Calum smirked at Michael as they all looked after her.
“You know what? She liked the fact that we talked to the loser. So… the one who’s the nicest to Luke might be the naughtiest with her. “ Ashton said and threw his bag over his shoulder as they all three walked out of the school with Ashton’s words burned into their minds.
“Why do I have to be his soulmate?” She chokes out.
“You have to be his soulmate, because thats your destiny,” Luke says quietly, wrapping his arms around her. His mind begins to race with questions about not being good enough, but he pushes them back. Right now his soulmate needs him. “Its like how the world turns, and how the bird fly south in the winter, its their destiny. I bet if you gave him a chance, it wouldn’t be so bad,” Luke says softly. Y/N’s hands tighten in his shirt.
“I don’t want to be famous,” She cries out. She tugs on Luke’s shirt more, he is sure it will rip soon.
“It’s okay baby,” The words slip from Luke’s mouth easily. He says it as a whisper, only meant for her. He presses his lips to her forehead.
She looks up, her eyes glassy. He watches her eyes as they change in recognition. She scrambles back to the end of the bed. “I’m sorry,” She whispers, swiping a stray tear from her cheek.
“No, it’s okay,” Luke whispers, edging closer to her. “It’s my dream to be famous, not yours,” He whispers, edging closer again. She watches the inches between them disappear. Luke sees her muscles tighten, ready to flee if necessary. The thoughts of not being enough are back and flooding his mind. Luke struggles to stay focused on her, like he should be. “Y/N,” He whispers, and every single one of her muscles tighten again, preparing herself like a cat ready to spring.
“It’s not okay…Luke,” She says recognizing who it is in the room with her. It would never be okay with her. “How am I supposed to do this?” She asks, the tears welling up in her eyes again.
“No, no, you don’t have to do anything. We are doing this together.” Luke says, taking her hands. He wraps them in his own and gives a small squeeze. Her body relaxes back into the bed. She nods like a small child, willing to believe anything their parents say. “Look, look at what is written on this skin,” Luke pulls his shirt sleeve up to show faded sharpie marks of their short conversations. He had been washing around his arm for the past week, trying to preserve the little conversation they had. Luke had dozens of photos on his phone of the text in its prime. “It’s you and me, baby. Forever.”
“What if I can’t do this? I can’t handle the pressure,” She cries out, trying to convey how broken she is. She is trying to tell him how she can’t do it.
“It’s okay, It’s okay, we’ll start slow okay?” Luke rushes to say, trying to quiet her down again. Trying to stop her tears. “We can’t be apart. So your just gonna come on tour with us okay? We don’t have to tell anyone who you are, we don’t have to tell anyone, okay? All you need to do is be on the tour bus with us,” Luke says gently, trying to get her to agree. She nods numbly. Y/N is still shaking a little.
“Do you want to go to the tour bus now?” Luke asks. Y/N gives a nod. “Okay,” Luke stands, and pulls Y/N up with him. Y/N quickly looks around for her bag, but Luke grabs her face and focuses her attention back to him. “I’ll get our bags later, okay?” Y/N gives an approving nod and they move out of the room, one hand on Y/N’s back.
The two of them pass Ashton in the hall. Once he see’s Y/N’s red eyes and tear strewn face he opens his mouth to say something, but Luke quickly gives him a look. Ashton ducks his head and moves to his room to pack.
When Ashton gets to his room he grabs Emily by her arm and spins her around to face him. “Wha- Hey Ashy!” She says with a big smile. She quickly spots his serious mood and her smile fades. “What’s wrong?” She asks, her body at attention. Emily is a helper, that is who she is. She lives to make people smile and happy, much like Ashton. Ashton tells he what he saw in the hall.
Emily quickly starts going down the stairs to try and catch Luke and Y/N to try and help when she bumps into Mikey right outside of her door.
“Hey, Em, What do you think of Blue? Because Jackie says- Hey! why ya in such a rush?” Michael asks Emily. Emily looks up, panic in her eyes. Michael quickly jumps into action. “Are you okay? Emily? Do I need to get Ash?” He asks quickly. Emily rarely panics, so to see her in such a jumpy state was rare. Emily is more of a calm helper.
“No, it’s Y/N, Ashton saw Luke taking her out to the bus-“
“Let me finish Mikey! She was crying, I want to go see if I can help,” Emily moves to walk around Michael, but he quickly grabs her arm and pulls her back.
“No, I’m sure Luke’s got it,” Michael says, but he wasn’t so sure. His and Luke’s rooms are next to each other, and he thinks that he heard some crying in there. Maybe even a panic attack, Michael thinks, remembering the heavy breathing and the yelling. Michael pushes Emily back into the open door to her room, “Just stay here, Luke’s got it,” Michael promises, leaving her there.
Michael walks back to his room. He knows what panic attacks are like, and Emily doesn’t, he would be much better helper. Michael just wants to check on Jackie first. He opens the door to the room to see Jackie with her checklist, making sure that everything was packed. Jackie may be punk rock, but she is secretly like Monica from Friends. Always has a list in her hand. “I’m going to head down to the bus,” Michael announces to Jackie.
“What? I thought we were gonna ‘do it’ one more time!” Jackie says, protesting.
Michael shakes his head. “I would love to, but I think Y/N needs me,” Michael tries to explain.
“Why would Y/N need you?” Jackie says, getting immediately defensive.
“Not like that baby, I think she had a panic attack,” Michael says, grabbing Jackie’s hips and pulling them into his.
“Is she with Luke?” Jackie asks, knowing that only a soulmate could calm down Y/N. Jackie had been there for a few of Michaels most recent panic attacks, and it seems like Jackie always knew the best thing to say to help him calm down. It’s odd that anybody can calm Michael down too, considering he likes to be alone when he’s having a panic attack. “Then everything is okay, okay babe?” Jackie says. She pulls away from Michael and sits him down on the bed. “Finish packing,” Jackie demands, handing him a list.
Jackie walks out of the room feeling more nervous then ever. Even though she has only known Y/N for a night, she just fits in so well with the girls…. Jackie walks over to Alex, and Calum’s room for reassurance from Alex. Jackie knows if she tells Michael just how nervous she is about Y/N he would storm down to the bus to try and help, which could just make things worse. Also, sometimes people just need their best friend.
“Hey,” Alex says opening the door.
“Y/N had a panic attack!” The words rush out of Jackie’s mouth. She is the worst at keeping secrets.
“What? Is she okay?” Alex says quickly, moving out of the room and into the hall. Y/N had told the girls that she will sometimes get bad panic attacks when she is really stressed out, and they are like hell for her. She also mentioned that she is scared to be soulmates with Luke, something that all the girls kinda just breezed over.
“I don’t know Luke took her down to the bus,” Jackie says, and Calum walks up behind them.
“What happened?” He says, oblivious to what was going on.
“Y/N had a panic attack,” Alex says, filling in her soulmate.
“Does Luke know?” Calum says. The girls give him a ‘duh’ look and Calum puts his hands up in surrender. “She is probably fine then. Luke’s got this,” Calum says, trying to reason.
Suddenly, two more doors open on the floor at the same time. Michael stood in one door and Emily stood in another with Ashton behind her. Everyone froze in the hall, they all know what’s going on and want to help, but all frozen, knowing that Luke is the only one who can truly help. Like a movie, they all walk to meet in the center of the hall.
“I have to go down there and help,” Michael says, about to turn away when Jackie, his soulmate, grabs his arm.
“No, we can’t” Jackie says. “Luke is her best bet,” She says.
“I think we should go down there!” Emily says to the circle. He motherly instinct kicking in.
“Luke can handle it,” Calum says, his usually quiet voice rising over the rest. “Jackie knows it, and we all know it. You all will just overwhelm her,” Calum says from experience. The boys had helped Micheal out with his panic attacks before, and he would hate it when the three of them would crowed around him asking questions. They did it to try and help him, but it didn’t do so well with working.
The elevator chimes abruptly and the group looks over to see Luke walking out of the elevator. Everyone quickly jumps on him, not literally.
“Is Y/N okay?”
“Can we go see her?”
Their questions are sprung onto Luke, and he feels like he is at a press conference suddenly. He looks around the group, and with their frantic eyes, he figures that they all knew what happened. Luke takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
Request: Hogwarts au with Calum (also apparently @0kbutmichaelclifford did a hogwarts!5sos night so idk if it’s too late but here’s my thing)
You sigh as you hand in your potion to Slughorn, painfully aware that it isn’t the clear cerulean it’s supposed to be, but rather a murky blue. It doesn’t make it better that he’s the Head of your House, either. Maybe not the right class to be failing.
You hurry out of the class to the Great Hall, where Ashton and Luke await. The two Gryffindors are your best friends, and if that isn’t proof that the Second Wizarding War has changed things, then you don’t know what is. Because yes, there’s still some high-end disgusting Slytherin families who talk of the purity of blood and whatnot, but they’ve been keeping it on the downlow.
For the most part, Slytherins are no longer seen as criminals, which you are a living, breathing proof of. Your Hufflepuff parents didn’t blink an eye when you were sorted into the house of snakes, and Ashton and Luke took a liking to you the second you started arguing about Quidditch with them in third year, completely disregarding the old feud between the two houses.
Now you’re in the beginning of December of your seventh year at Hogwarts, and you really don’t know what you would become with the two blondes. Speaking of which, they wave at you frantically from their spot at the Gryffindor table and you smile in apology to your housemates before heading in that direction.
“Luke’s failing Charms,” Ashton informs you, making Luke huff.
“Whatever. Who needs Charms when you’ve got charm?”
This sends Ashton and you both into a full minute of silence, which you end up breaking with a horrified:
“I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
“Right,” Luke scoffs. “As if you could possibly survive without my late-night cuddles.”
“Oh, you mean when you smother me in my sleep because you’re sexually deprived?”
“Who says I’m sexually deprived?” Luke asks in an indignant tone, making Ashton snicker.
“No-one needs to say it, between all the jerking off and all the creepy staring at Michael Clifford, you’re pretty obvious.”
“I don’t stare at him.”
“Oh yes, you do,” Ashton and you say in total sync, which causes you to gasp in delight and high-five, while Luke narrows his eyes at you.
“Well, you’re one to talk, Y/N, with your complete heart-eyes for Calum Hood. Maybe there’s a reason you dont push me away when I cuddle you, huh?”
“Shut up,” you say, suddenly feeling your cheeks warm.
You can’t help but send a look to the Ravenclaw table, and there he is in all his glory: Calum Hood, the beautiful caramel-skinned, dark-haired, tattooed Quidditch commentator who has everyone at school wrapped around his finger with his easy grin and devil-may-care attitude. He also happens to be best friends with Michael Clifford, the bad boy of the school and captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team on whom Luke is crushing so badly.
But, as the blonde said, you have nothing to say on the matter, because you’ve had a huge thing for Calum for years. Of course everyone has had, at some point of their life, a crush on Calum. It’s just a thing that happens, between how adorable and confident and talented he is at pretty much everything he does, it’s really hard not to fall for him for at least two weeks of your life.
Sadly, you fell in this shithole of feelings for the brunette exactly three years ago and haven’t managed to dig yourself out of it yet. It all started at the Christmas Ball (which had become a regular event) in third year, when he whisked out his muggle guitar and serenaded his date in front of everyone. Now the thing itself was a dare from Michael, as he felt obliged to say repeatedly afterwards. But point is, despite how cheesy it was, you were absolutely awed by his deep, slightly raspy voice, by the way his fingers gently picked at the chords and how his hair curled around his head like a dark halo.
It’s not like you’ve been creeping on him from a distance and have never talked to him. You’re on the Slytherin Quidditch team, so not only have you interacted with Michael a lot (to Luke’s greatest displeasure, even though most of the interaction consisted of playful glares and debates about who was gonna win the Cup), but you’ve also spoken to Calum some, as he comments on every match.
He’s really good at it as well, for someone who isn’t on the team. Apparently he used to play a lot as a kid, but he isn’t competitive enough to actually be part of any team, instead blessing everyone with his mix of technical comments, ridiculous jokes and overall puppy-like excitement.
Yes, okay, you’re pretty gone for him. And it’s awkward. And painful. But hey, at least he doesn’t have a girlfriend anymore and you don’t have to be witness of more heartbreaking pda.
Luke’s voice cuts through your thoughts and you look up in confusion.
“Have you though about who you’re going to the Yule ball with yet?”
A/N: So I’m quite nervous about this but I do really like it so hopefully you guys will too! Something is weirdly hot about doing naughty things in sacred places. Enjoy!!-Erin
Feedback would be greatly appreciated
Jesus Camp counselor Ashton has been friendly with you most of the summer. When he asks you to meet him in the chapel, you’re not surprised that he didn’t call you for a friendly chat about God.
I had signed up to be a counselor at some jesus camp because my mom was scared my little sister wouldn’t make any friends. Besides the religious aspect, I was very excited! I had gotten there the day before the camp opened so all the counselors could meet and we could find out where everything was.
During the briefing I met a guy named Ashton. He had dirty blonde curly hair, sun kissed tan skin, forest green eyes and a killer smile. He was defiantly going to be the heartthrob of the camp. We had only spoken a few words that day but I knew that there was something there.
After a week of hanging out and flirting I thought tonight would be a good time to try to get to know Ash better. There was going to be a camp fire down by the lake and everyone was invited. We were sitting side by side talking about everything from our lives back home, what foods we like and even our past relationships.
As the days went on, Ash and I got to know each other very well. One night Ash and I’s kids had gotten to the evening church service a little late so we had to sit in the back of the Tabernacle. In the middle of the opening prayer I felt Ashton’s hand on my thigh, at first I didn’t think anything of it until he started moving it up. His fingers started playing with the hem of my shorts until they were under it, then they stopped moving. He kept them like that the whole service, just teasing me.
After that night Ashton found used every opportunity to touch me or tease me in some kind of way. Coming up behind me to “show me how” to throw a ball or “accidentally” touching my boobs when he’s handing something to the kid next to me, the list goes on.
The first time anything serious actually happened was on a Wednesday, we had just finished that evenings church service and it was Ash and I’s turn to clean up the tabernacle. All the kids and staff had left to head to the dining hall and it was just us. The only light in the tabernacle was from two eerie overhead lights, which attracted bugs and a few vanilla scented candles. The comfortable silence was broken by him asking me how my day had been.
“It’s been alright.”, I responded. “The kids have been great today.” He slowly walked over to me and pressed his back against my chest, making me straighten up. There was just something about the smell of his skin, that drove me crazy, made me crave him, no matter how close he was already. I wanted him closer.
I leaned my head back and started to kiss his neck and he smiled, knowing exactly what I was up to. His left hand trailed down my stomach and I spread my legs a little to show him where I wanted his hands to go.
“Here?”, he asked as his fingers continued to move down. “ You want my fingers here?”
“Yes, please.”, I answered.
His huge hand cupped my heat through my thin Nike shorts and started to gently move his hand up and down. He slowly walked us back till we came to the stairs and gently pushed me down so I was sitting in front of him. I turned my head again, inviting him to suck on my sweet spot and he groaned before finally slipping his hand into my shorts.I was already throbbing, starting to feel the familiar twitch where he put his hand next.
He sharply inhaled through his teeth and muttered “ You’re so wet. How did that happen?”
I shrugged and closed my eyes, spreading my legs even further. “Please.” I begged.
“Please what?”, he teased me. “Want me to make ya cum?”
“Hmhm.”,was all I could say.
“You like the way I’m touching you?”, he chuckled, starting to rub my clit. “Your lucky I like you enough to risk getting caught.”
“I know. I’m really lucky.”, I praised him. “I’ll return the favour, Ash.”
“Uh-uh, we don’t have time for that.” He started rubbing faster, “people will come looking for us if we take too long."
He shoved his other hand into my panties as well, finding my entrance and sliding two fingers inside of me, curling them up to apply pressure to my g-spot with every little move.
"Mhhh. Feels so good.”, I moaned, squirming, jammed between his limbs. He’s going slow, but steady, giving me a kind of pleasure so intense a part of me wished he’d stop since it’s almost too much to take.
“So fuckin’ wet.”, he groaned into my ear, kissing my temple. “What is it with you today, huh? Need it so badly?”
“I don’t know…”, I panted.
But he’s right, I do need it. He bit my earlobe and chuckled, increasing the speed of his fingers pumping into me.
“Mhm, you love that don’t you?”, he groaned.
“Yes, fuck Ash, I love it. Keep,- keep going.”, I moaned, getting closer and closer to my orgasm. His raw fingers were skilled, maybe it’s the guitar playing, or maybe he’s just good at everything. I clawed my nails into the his thighs, unable to control my moans anymore. Ashton was pumping his fingers into me so fast it was all adding up, getting better, better, better, I arched my back and cried out his name and then, my walls clenched around his fingers and I let everything go. I could feel myself cumming all over his hand, Ashton pulled his left hand out of me but his right continued to make slow circles on my clit while I came down from my high.
“So was that good?” he asked
“Yes.”, I panted. “So, so good. Think I pulled a muscle.”
“Awh, baby came so hard, yeah?”, he chuckled, grabbing my chin with his wet hand to turn my head and shove 2 of his fingers into my open mouth, then he tilted his head back and smears some of my glistening cum onto my bottom lip. I licked it to taste myself and he watched with a big, fascinated look.
“Thank you I guess.”, I giggled.
“Your welcome, princess.”, he responded. “You know I think I love making you cum. Do you think you wanna-” just then the loud squeak of the front door opening pulled us apart and we both stood up quickly. thankfully I was clothed.
“There you two are!” Roger, one of the camps directors said. “Everyone’s done with dinner and your kids are waiting outside the dining hall for you."
As we followed Roger out and heading to the dining hall Ashton leaned over and whispered, “what I was gonna say was, do you think you wanna do that again later?” I looked up at him and gave a simple yes.
"Good. Why don’t you meet me at the boathouse down by the lake at midnight.” All I did was nod as we lead our kids in opposite directions to the cabins.
when i was writing this, young god started playing in my head and the line “if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight” kept playing and i was like ASH IF YOU WANNA GO TO HEAVEN YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY FUCK ME
Math was my favorite subject. To me, it was really easy and I understood it completely. I sat there in the middle of the class, my feet crossed, elbows on the table, and although I looked bored, I knew everything the teacher was saying. It was just review so it was everything we went over so people were easily bored. The only thing I didn’t like about that class was that one person that sat behind me every day. And that person was Ashton Irwin. He always liked to play with my hair, throw bits of papers at my back, he would trace patterns in my back, he would kick the back of my feet. I wouldn’t call him a bully. He was more like a bad boy.
Yes, our stereotypical high school had its own bad boy. Along with the bad boy, there was his pack of other bad boys. They all wore black skinny jeans with holes cut in them, band tees that had massive holes in them, and snapbacks that we couldn’t wear in school anyways. Everybody adored them. People were either scared of them or wanted to be them. Or wanted to sleep with them. They had to have sleep with every girl in this school, honestly. You know, except me. I’m not going to lie, they are attractive as fuck, but they aren’t my speed. We were on totally different spectrums. They were popular in the bad boy/girl scene, I was popular in the good boy/girl scene. Like angels vs demons the school called it. We didn’t have the preppy class and then the scene kids at the bottom. You were either an angel or demon. It was stupid I know, but our mascot is a minotaur, so we based everything off mythology and the supernatural. Our school’s pretty weird, don’t judge.
Anyways, Ashton and his group of nuisances were dicks. Every time they would sleep with a girl, they avoid her until the end of senior year. So basically every girl couldn’t talk to them. Woah, maybe they’re all gay for each other.
I kept doodling my notebook because I was, honestly, actually really bored with today’s lesson. It was all review so I didn’t really pay attention.
“Mr. Irwin.” The teacher said. I turned around to see that Ashton was rocking out with his headphones with Blink played all the way up. He was drumming along with beat with his feet up on the desk. The teacher walked up to him and pulled out his headphones, making him jump out of his seat.
“Yo, what the hell, mate?” He tried to grab it, but Mr. Goodwin(teacher) took his phone and earbuds with him back to his desk and continued with the lesson. Ashton huffed and slumped back down in his chair, leaning back in it, his arms crossed. I looked at how his hair bounced and he scrunched his nose when he was upset. He noticed me staring and smirked, leaning forward.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my notebook and proceeded on with my doodling.
After ten minutes, Ashton was already playing with my hair and kicking the back off my seat. Thank god the bell rang while he was probably ruining my hair. I grabbed my books and stuffed them in my bag, hoping to get out of this class before anyone can stop me. Well, that didn’t happen.
“Y/N, can I speak to you?” Mr. Goodwin says before I leave the class. I sigh and turn around and walk over to Mr. Goodwin and surprisingly, Ashton. My eyes widen, but then I roll them as I come closer to them both.
“Hey babe.” Ashton winks at me.
“I’m not your babe.” I whisper back. “What’s up, Goodwin?” I say, twiddling my fingers as I feel Ashton’s eyes burn into my skin.
“Now normally I don’t do this,” Mr. Goodwin says, looking up at both of us from his notebook, “but I am going to have to assign Ashton here a tutor.” I gulp and my eyes widen even more. I could see Ashton’s little devilish smirk from the corner of my eye.
“That’s cool, then why am I here?” I say, hoping he would notice that I obviously didn’t want to be his tutor.
Mr. Goodwin didn’t notice. “Because I chose you to be his tutor.”
“With all due respect, I have no respect for him.” I smile.
“Y/N, your grades are so high above average, I have no choice but to pick you to tutor Ashton. It’s not that hard. Just tutor him on this week’s assignment and if he can ace the test next Wednesday, you both will get extra credit.” Mr. Goodwin smiles. He quickly packs his bag and leads us outside of the class.
“Have a nice weekend, you two.” He says, locking the door and leaving both me and Ashton in hall. As we left the classroom, I could feel everyone’s eyes stare at me. Mainly all the girls who wait for him outside and follow him to lunch. I huff and turn my attention to Ashton who was smirking devilishly at me.
“You didn’t think you were gonna get rid of me that easy, huh, angel?” He grabbed my chin, but I turned my head and rolled my eyes. I crossed my arms and looked around to see everyone stare dead at me.
“We are going to the library after school, nothing else. Just tutoring your ass to get through high school.”
“Why not my place?”
“Because I’d rather not come home smelling like weed and sex.” I smile sarcastically at him. He laughs at my gesture.
“My house actually smells like lavender.”
“I don’t care. We both don’t want to do this, so the faster we get over this, the more time I get not looking at you.” He brings his arm around my shoulder and walks me down the hall. I try to get out but his grip is really strong.
“So, my place?” He says, whispering in my ear. His warm breaths send chills down my body and I shift uncomfortably under him. I take his hand and unwrap it around my shoulder.
“The library after school, Irwin. If you are not there, you don’t pass senior year.”
“Alright.” He throws his hands up in agreement.
“Nice doing business with you.” I roll my eyes and head on my way to lunch. I could hear him laugh with his little gang of misfits behind me and I turn back around to see them all stare at me. I roll my eyes once again and meet up with Y/BFF/N.
“You have to tutor Ashton Irwin?” Y/BFF/N says, almost choking on her sandwich. I nod my head, sipping on my smoothie. “Holy shit! Are you gonna hit that?” I choke on my smoothie and nearly spit it out.
“You are fucking disgusting, and no, I am not going to hit that.”
“Why not? I heard he IS amazing in bed.” Y/BFF/N squeals, practically jumping out of her seat along with the other people at our table.
“Because I’d rather not get herpes from a guy that torments me like everyday.” I stuff a chip in my mouth. “He’s not even that good looking.” I felt a sharp kick to my shin. “Ow, what the hell?” Y/BFF/N looks behind me and I turn around to see a smirking Ashton and his gang of mini Ashtons.
“I’m not?” He says, grabbing the collar of the guy that sat next to me and sat in his seat. I grabbed one of my chips and stuffed on his mouth, licking the crumbs from the corner of his mouth. I looked around the cafeteria and saw that everyone’s eyes were on me. I turned my attention back to Ashton and he keeps staring at me.
“No, you’re not.” I lie, scooting a little bit away from him and start putting my things in my bag. I felt Ashton stop me by putting his hand on my wrist and his cold fingers sent shivers through my whole body and I felt my hands get clammy.
“Come on Ash, Molly’s coming this way.” I see Calum whisper in his ear. We both turn our attention to the purple haired girl walking towards out table. She was on the devilish spectrum. She was like the more evil twin of Ashton. She slept with every guy at the school, sent nudes and didn’t regret it, wears heels bigger than my ex’s dick, and leather jackets heavier than her gold hoops. Ashton lifts his hand off my wrist and leans down to whisper in my ear.
“See you after, babe.” He smirks down at me and gets up. He was planning to turn around and leave, but Molly turned him around and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing a long kiss on his lips. Of fucking course. Everybody hated Molly so we all went back to our lunch. I turned back to Y/BFF/N and we ignored them, but I could still hear their conversations.
“Why didn’t you call me?” She said, obviously smirking.
“Because I don’t want too.” I heard Ashton respond. Me and Y/BFF/N both quietly laugh and Molly was obviously pissed off and sat in the empty seat beside me.
“What you laughing at, spirit jersey?” She said, grabbing my arm and lifting it before slamming it back on the table, staining the white sleeve with peanut butter. I groaned and stood up, grabbing my stuff and planning to leave.
“What the fuck was that? Just because you’re jealous of them, doesn’t mean you need to be a bitch about it.” I look up at Ashton, along with the rest of the cafeteria, who was defending me. Molly stood up to meet his eyes.
“I’m not jealous. I just want to show these preppy bitches who you belong too.” She wraps his legs around his waist. I groan and head towards the bathroom, ignoring the people who kept asking if I was okay.
“Fuck off.” I heard Ash say, but I ignore it, still heading towards the bathroom out in the hall. I walk in front of the sink and notice that my sleeves were almost covered in peanut butter and water.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whisper. Thank god there was no one in here.
“Y/N?” I heard a deep voice say outside the door.
“Occupied.” I said, but he obviously didn’t listen. Ash bursts through the door and walks over to me.
“What the fuck Ash? It’s a girl’s bathroom not Ashton’s bathroom.” I groan grabbing my gym bag and zipping it open.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay, jeez.” He said, running his hands through his hair. I grab my volleyball shirt that was a little bit oversized since our coach recommended we get a bigger size. I stand up and look at Ashton who was staring right back at me.
“Can you please leave so I can change?” I say, holding the shirt in my hand.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen a bra before.” He says, stepping closer to me.
“You haven’t seen mine, now please leave.”
“You know I’ll eventually will.” Now he’s only two centimeters away from my body, his hand moving up to my waist. His cold hands made goosebumps form on my skin and his warm breath against my face made me feel like I was sipping hot chocolate on a cold day. I snap out of it and walk into the stall, deciding to change in there. I shut the door and quickly began to take off my peanut butter shirt and put on my volleyball shirt. I fold the shirt in my hands and unlock the bathroom stall, bumping into Ashton who was standing right in front of the door.
“Please move—“ He interrupts me by taking the shirt that was in my hand and throws it over his shoulder, pinning me against the wall that stood between the stalls. His hands were placed on my hips, our fronts up against each other, his face an inch away from me.
“Give it up, Y/N.” He moves his hands up and down my sides. “You can’t resist our love for each.” He says, his lips turning into a devilish smirk. His lips looked really soft and to be honest, I really wanted to devour them, but I knew he was just going to break my heart in the end. I push him off and grab the shirt and stuff it in my bag.
“Fuck off Irwin.” I grab my bag and lift it over my shoulder and walk out the door, bumping into Ashton’s gang who was stood up against the door, probably trying to listen if we were gonna have sex or not.
“So I’ll see you after school?” I hear Ashton yell after me. Fuck, I forgot about the tutoring session. I walked to my last period and slumped into my chair, regretting agreeing to tutoring the douche.
Since my last period was film aka my favorite class, it went by a lot faster meaning I have to meet Ashton in five minutes. I put away my camera in my bag and waited for the bell to ring. Maybe if I walk slow, he might think I ditched him and leave. Yeah, he should. He has better things to do. Like fucking a girl he finds on the side of the road.
The bell rang and everyone instantly ran out, except me. I took my time. I slowly got up out of my chair and slowly pushed it in and slowly walked to the door.
“Y/N, why are you walking so slow?” My film teacher asked, catching up to me to lock the door for the weekend.
“Just have to be somewhere where I don’t want to be.” We both laugh. She closes the door and wishes me good luck. I turn around and bump into a really tall figure. It wasn’t Ashton, but it was one of mini Ashtons aka Calum. He wasn’t all that bad. He’s actually really sweet when he wasn’t around his friends.
“Hey Y/N.” He smiles down at me.
“Hey Calum. Let me guess, Ashton sent you to make sure I wasn’t gonna ditch him?” I say, walking with him towards the entrance of the school.
“Yup.” He laughs, kicking his feet while he walks. “I don’t know why you’re tutoring him, Y/N. He looks like he’s up to more than studying.”
“He didn’t tell you his plan? I would think he would tell you guys everything.”
“He doesn’t tell us his plans for girls. Maybe after he’s fucked them, but definitely not before.” We both arrive outside and there was Ashton and his gang standing outside waiting for me near their black cars. “Be careful.” Calum said, whispering in my ear. We walked towards them and Ashton’s smirk is still on his face.
“Let’s just get it over with.” I say groaning.
“After you milady.” Ashton says, opening the passenger door, while the boys left us there.
“What about my car?” I say pointing to my silver honda that was parked in the seat across from his car.
“I’ll drive you to get it tomorrow morning.” He smirks, still holding the passenger door.
“Why tomorrow morning?”
“Cause I’d figure you’d like to spend the night with me.” He smirked at me. I looked disgustingly at him and let out a big disgusted groan. “Or you can drive over to my house and we study there.” I didn’t have time to argue with him. I had a lot of homework to do and I wasn’t gonna waste my time tutoring his ass.
“If I go over to your house, all we do is math. If you do anything else, you can kiss your diploma goodbye.” I say grabbing my keys out of my side pocket of my book bag.
“Deal.” He closes the passenger door and hops into his car while I run over to my car. Why can’t I just ditch him while I drive? I hop into my car and threw my bag in the seat beside me, sighing and rested my head on the steering wheel, groaning at the stupid decision Mr. Goodwin made by making me tutor him. I heard Ashton honk his car at me and I instantly jump up. I stick my middle finger up at him and he leads me out of the school parking lot and towards his house.
if you want to read more, just request because to me, this kind of sucked. but i also want to make this into like a mini series soooooo idk just tell me. i like your opinions :)
A/N: Okayy, so I lied. I’m making this a three-part series because I’m just having way too much fun with this. But I promise, in the last part you’ll get what you really want ;) Enjoy! And feedback is always appreciated.
For some reason, I didn’t want him to hear me breathing. I took slow, small breaths as the captivating man holding my hand led me through the dark front hall.
“How rude of me, I forgot to ask your name love.” He asked me. Love?
“Um, i-it’s Y/N” I replied, letting out a shaky breath. I was more excited and curious than scared, but I couldn’t help but think what a risk this was.
“What a beautiful name..” his tone was silky as expensive coffee, echoing as he led me through a huge kitchen and down another hall.
“I’m Ashton.” he looked behind him to glance at my face as he said this.
After a few more moments, we came to a large oak door. Ashton pulled it open with ease, but I could tell it was heavy and would be a struggle for anyone that didn’t have his terribly defined and muscular physique. He stepped through the door for a second and flicked on a lightswitch on the wall to the left, and I saw a long flight of stairs going down to the bottom level of the house. My breath caught in my throat and half of my common sense woke up inside my swimming head.
“Y-you’re not gonna like, murder me or something are you? ‘Cause my sister is dating an FBI agent, and if anything happens to me they-” my words started calm and got more frantic as I started to come out of his trance, but he cut me off.
“Y/N” he said firmly, gently taking my hands in his. Damn, this guy was sure making himself comfortable despite the fact that we were total strangers. He spoke again.
“Of course I’m not going to hurt you, you’re my neighbor aren’t you? I want us to be friends.”
He smoothed his rough hand over my delicate skin, like a viper slithers around its innocent prey.
“And anyways, you said I was keeping you up all night..” he said with a smirk, “Don’t you want to see what all the fuss is about? I can tell you’re quite a curious girl.”
It was like he injected me with dreaming serum again, because I felt my body relax a little and when I didn’t respond, he took that as the go ahead to take me down the stairs.
The steps didn’t creak like you might think, they were steady and solid and I felt like a feather walking down them. There was a landing and then more stairs, and I noticed a door on the left.
“What’s in there?” I asked, like I was hypnotized.
“That’s just the garage, I’ll show you another time.” He said endearingly. For some reason he was speaking to me like I was his child or a beloved pet….but there was something else there too.
Finally, we came to another door despite the fact that by this point I was practically putty in his hands, I paused to admire the door.
It was large and heavy-looking like the others, and jet black. The design painted onto the smooth black was a blood-red heart, but not a sweet looking one like you see on shirts around Valentine’s Day. This one was sinister, regal, almost like a hieroglyphic that foretold what lied in the room it was concealing. It was long, from the top to the bottom of the door, and it seems like a design on a door wouldn’t be so interesting, but it make my heart do somersaults.
Ashton reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a golden key, fitting it into the lock and turning it. the door creaked open, and the smell of cherries and vanilla creeped up to my nose. However, I couldn’t see a thing inside. It was pitch black.
“Wait here.” Ashton walked into the room for a moment, not turning any lights on. He came back not a minute later, holding a thick piece of red silk, the same color as the roses, his front door, and the painted heart.
He walked behind me and slowly started to bring the silk to my eyes.
“Wa-wait, what are you doing?” I started to fidget, getting a little nervous. If I wasn’t in such a trance my reaction would have been greater.
I felt his warm, low voice in my ear.
“It’s a surprise..I promise you don’t have to be scared.” he purred to me. I nodded.
What the hell was I doing? What was I thinking? This guy could be a psycho maniac and I’m handing myself to him, I could be dead in an hour!
These thoughts rushed from a tiny voice in my head, like the youngest sibling who never got a say in what he and his family did. Something about the look on the blonde girl’s face though, the one I had seen come out of Ashton’s house an hour ago, told me I should keep going.
“Okay doll….I’m going to guide you..” He spoke lowly and stood behind me with his hands on my waist to guide me through the darkness. I shivered in pleasure at his nickname. Doll.
After a moment, he stopped and steadied me in place.
“One moment, don’t move.” He whispered in my ear. I shivered again despite the warm temperature of the room.
Suddenly, I saw a glow behind my blindfold and figured Ashton had turned a light on. I waited, still in a daze, until he finally came up behind me again and took the silk from my eyes.
I opened my eyes and almost forgot to breathe.
What stood before and around me made my legs weak, my neck heat up, the area between my legs to tingle.
The first thing I saw was a bed. Bigger than a California king, the biggest I’d seen. It was all red and black silk, and was elevated to sit on a velvet platform with shallow steps on either side. The carpet was plum-colored, and it looked so soft and thick that I couldn’t help slipping my feet from my flip flops and feeling the soft floor against my feet.
Around the walls, which were painted a chocolatey red-brown, where what looked like vintage pictures of burlesque dancers in frames. In every photo, the burlesque dancers were accompanied by an important looking man in a suit, either holding them, standing tall while the dancer clung to their legs, or holding a whip to one of the beautiful ladies backs. They were all different, and they made me breathe deeply.
I looked at the appliances around the room. I saw a bar in the corner, stocked full of every liquor you could think off, and plush couches and a table. I looked to my left and my hands started to shakes.
Sex swings. Two of them, covered in velvet and hanging from the ceiling. I looked over and saw an attachment on the wall that looked like what you can buy to hand pool cues from, but that wasn’t what it displayed. Instead, Dozens of whips, ball gags, handcuffs, bandannas (some silk, some normal paisley, and some leather) along with various other accessories, ranging from animal ears to lingerie hung from the display on the wall. Underneath it, a gorgeous glass vanity, filled with bottles and tubes and containers of all kinds of lotions and gels and perfumes. Thick velvet mats were set up on the floor, some with pillows and some without.
The spacious room also contained a jacuzzi bath and a huge shower, all in grey and black stone, and I noticed a professional grade camera and tripod set up in the corner, along with the biggest Mac desktop I’d ever seen.
Two huge throw rugs lied on the carpet, one of a heart, the other of a spade. Heavy plum colored curtain hung from the windows on either side, blocking out the world. The room was only lit by floor lamps and I also noticed large candles on some of the surfaces.
I turned around slowly in disbelief. Ashton had his arms in his pockets, staring at me darkly with amusement dancing in his eyes.
“What….is this place…” I asked breathily, looking around again. Ashton chuckled lowly.
“My favorite place in the world.” He paused.
“And in about ten minutes, it’ll be yours too.”
“W-what do you mean?” I asked him, so many different emotions overloading my body and mind.
“If you let me, we can have a lot of fun. All of this…” He motioned around the room. “Is for pretty girls like you. That girl you heard screaming? That was pleasure, Y/N. I’m not here to hurt you or take advantage of you, I don’t need to, I think you’re dazzled by me and this room and you want to see what can really happen here. Am I wrong?”
His words came out soothing like they did every time, entrancing, almost like it was written on the wall for him to read, but I knew it wasn’t. I couldn’t keep my mouth from moving when it finally did.
“I am…. I do.” I said softly but firmly, trying to get some confidence back in my voice.
What the fuck was I doing?
“I thought so.” He chuckled again.
“Now, doll, relax.”
The next thing I felt were his hot lips on my neck, and his strong arms around my waist.
here is some single daddy!ashton for u guys it was an accident i promise and it ended up way longer than i though it was only supposed to be like two hundred but its like 1.6k wow
Ashton not knowing how to do his little girl, Makena’s hair would be a big problem. He would try to look up tutorials to put her hair in a braid or in nice pigtails but he could never do it right. Everything about it was so complicated and he didn’t know how to tie a bow right or braid hair. He would do his best to make sure her hair was at least brushed before they left for school and sometimes he would put it in a high pony but that was all he knew how to do. After a mishap at the grocery store, one of those tiny rubber hair ties would get it stuck in Makena’s hair.
Ashton had no clue what to do and neither did any of the other boys and YouTube just made it worse until his daughter was crying because he broke her hair. As a last resort he knocked on his next door neighbors apartment door. That was how he officially met you other than side glances getting mail or being in the elevator together. He would be asking
for help- nearly begging, when you let him inside and assessed the problem. His little girl was standing behind him with tears streaming down her face and a seemingly permanent frown. The rubber tie came out of the hair fairly quickly and then she would ask you fro more help and braid her hair, this time using regular ties. Ashton would end up thanking you to much and promising if you ever needed anything he would be eager to help out any way he could.
I had gotten myself in a sort of predicament months ago. At
first it wasn’t a big deal, more like some type of high school crush until it
I had seen her for the first time at Ashton’s family barbeque.
I was sixteen, and Ashton had been my best friend since we both went to the
same school together. She was only fourteen,
so I never dwelled on the fact that I found her so attractive- but I could never
deny that she was. I heard about her a lot from Ashton, she was his cousin that
was more like his sister and he was so protective over her.
I had seen her again once in a while when I was invited to
family gatherings or sometimes she’d stop by when I was over. Two years later
she moved into Ashton’s house for reasons that were very vaguely explained to
me but what I could make of it was that she just didn’t want to live with her parents anymore.
Fast forward another two years and I’m twenty and she’s
eighteen. I wasn’t very close with my parents, they suffocated me and hated the
fact that I could never be tied down to one woman, but I had never met anyone
that sparked my interest romantically. Sexually for sure, but never more than
When Ashton offered me an extra room at his house I jumped
at the offer. Of course I would love to live with him, and y/n. She wasn’t home
much, and when she was she was usually accompanied by her boyfriend. And yeah
it bothered me, because again I had a high school crush on her.
What was I supposed to do though? She wasn’t mine. In fact
she was off limits. And not only because of her boyfriend. Ash told me that the
biggest rule of me moving in was that I was not allowed to go anywhere near his
cousin. I wasn’t allowed to look at her or touch her.
That’s when I got myself into my predicament. It started one
night at around eleven o’clock. Ash wasn’t home, and she walked through the
door in a mini skirt and a crop top and I averted my eyes to the television
screen because of the ‘rules’.
“What are we watching?”
She asks plopping herself next to me on the couch. I look at her and notice her
red puffy lips are plump and swollen. I notice her gorgeous eyes are watery,
and also the strain in her voice.
“Have you been
crying?” She looks away and stands up not answering the question and begins to
“Y/n wait.” I said but
she doesn’t listen. “Y/n.” I try again and this time I’m close enough so I grab
her arm and study her face once more. We’re no longer in the dark, and she’s
standing right against me trying to avert her gaze anywhere else. I pick up her
chin in my hand and tilt it towards me.
“Why have you been
crying pretty girl?” I all but whisper and finally her eyes meet mine. I knew
that was a stretch, and I was half prepared for her to come and sucker punch me
in the face but she never did.
“I saw him kissing
another girl. He did it right in front of me, just because I wouldn’t give him
a hand job on the couch. He’s such an asshole.” She shook her head and then
rested it against my shoulder as she cried softly. I wrapped my arms around her
“He didn’t deserve you
anyway.” I said after some time of just standing there. She chuckled
“There should be more
guys like you Hemmings.” Her head lifted from my shoulder and her arms were now
around my neck. I wiped away a small tear from her beautiful face and she
looked down shyly.
“There are, you just
haven’t found the right one yet.” Her small fingers rubbed circles on the back
of my neck and I tried hard to concentrate on the words coming out of my mouth
rather than the feeling of her skin on mine.
“None that want me.”
“I can think of one.”
From that day on I broke every single rule that had been
made by Ashton. I looked at her, I touched her, I did every single thing with
her that I knew I wasn’t supposed to and I still didn’t care. I found myself in
this predicament for months.
It wasn’t only about the fact that I craved the feeling of
her body pressed against mine, or the way she moaned in a harsh whisper if
Ashton was home. Not even the way she screamed my name and it echoed off the
walls when he was working.
I loved her now, and she loved me back. But we couldn’t tell
him, I wasn’t ready to tell him and neither was she. So we continued our
relationship in secret; I would pick her up from school, we would go out on
dates and then she would sneak into my bed at night and we continued to break
all sorts of rules.
She was at school today, which was a good thing since I was
incredibly pissed off. Not with her, and not with Ashton but with my parents.
Every time I call them, it’s always about how much I’m fucking up my life. I
needed to just be by myself and sort it out, and I thought I’d be able to since
Ash was sleeping in his room and she was at school.
But then I heard the sound of the door opening meaning she was here. She was the last person I wanted to take my anger out on, but I also knew I wasn’t in a state to just brush it off and pretend
like nothing was wrong. She'd see right through that.
When she walked in the room, I almost prayed she had gotten
here sooner. She was wearing her uniform, the button up shirt unbuttoned and
hanging loosely on her body.
dishevelled, and she was no longer wearing her knees socks but just gym socks
because I remembered her telling me she was too lazy to change back into them
after gym class.
She wore her plain
white vans. And she called my name when she walked into my room keeping her
voice low when she did. My eyes trailed up her toned legs, and she stepped on
her shoe while she waited by the door.
She whispered softly, already sensing my mood and being careful as to what she
was saying. Now I knew what I needed. And it wasn’t a run down the street, or
throwing my fist in a wall. I needed her.
The innocent look
on her face, and the way she bit her lip made me want her even more. She swiped
her hair and parted it on the opposite side of her head and slowly came to
stand in front of me. I stood up and kissed her quickly, making sure we didn’t
have to exchange any words because right now I needed her.
She ran her hand
through my hair, pushing some of it from my face and looked at me. I knew she
could see it-how much in needed her- it was written across my face.
With a slight nod
of her head, her lips were back on mine again. And my hands held her waist and
pressed her body against mine. She stepped forward, so we could lay down on the
bed but I didn’t want that.
for me baby.” I whispered in her ear, and then made a trail of kisses down
to her neck. She did as I said and let me push her hair to the side to expose
the skin of her neck.
I led her over to
the dresser where she put her hands on either side of the wood and arched her
back. Her ass pressed against my hard on and I tried not to make too much of a
I lifted up her
skirt, and then hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs, and the pooled around her ankles. I unbuckled my jeans, and
then pulled the zipper down to allow my dick free.
With one hand I
went under her skirt again, and stroked my finger up and down her pussy feeling
the wetness that pooled between her legs. She moaned, and with my other hand I
pressed it against her mouth to silence. Last thing I needed was Ashton waking
up and then we’d have to stop.
wet.” My finger slipped inside of her entrance, and the walls of her tight
pussy clenched around it. Damnit I had to be inside her. I pulled my finger
out, and stroked the skin of my hard cock while rubbing the head trying to find
She pushed her
hips out more and when she did the head slipped in her tiny hole causing her to
gasp. I pushed in all the way and a loud moan threatened to escape her lips but
was silenced by my hand over her mouth.
I paused, because
I was trying to maintain some piece of mind and not blow my load inside her in
just mere seconds. I needed her to feel every single plateau of her orgasm, but
I also knew we needed to be quick. Especially with Ashton down the hall.
“Can you be
quiet for me princess?” She nodded her head but I knew she couldn’t
promise. Regardless I took my hand off of her mouth to rest on her hip and
pulled out enough to allow movement and then thrust forward again. The dresser
shook with the movement and she bit her lip to contain the sound threatening to
spill from her mouth.
I grabbed her
hair, forcing her to arch her back a little more and then pounded into her
sweet pussy. The room was filled with her gasps and moans that were contained
to not make too much noise. She was on her tippy toes and every time I thrust forward
her body would raise up with the movement.
I grunted out my pleasure, trying not to be so vocal myself
but it was so hard, because she felt so fucking good. I grabbed her hips
and then pulled her down on me to meet my thrust.
She gasped and then put her head down and rolled her hips into mine. I smirked
and continued the motion. With every thrust I was able to relieve some of the
frustration and anger I had pent up but it also felt good to me and her. I
removed one of my hands from her hips and intertwined our fingers on the
feels so good baby.” I moaned, whispering in her ear. She squeezed my hand
again, her nails digging into my skin and I didn’t even care if she left marks.
My hips met her
backside and again the dresser shook with the motion. Another moan left her
lips, and though I knew we had to be quiet it was so fucking hot. She couldn’t
be quiet no matter how hard she tried and I loved hearing the sound of her
“Do you want
Ashton to walk in right now?” I taunted. I could feel the pulse of her
orgasm, as her walls continued to clench around my cock so I sped up my
thick… so hard.” If that didn’t make me want to cum right then and there
I don’t know what did. I managed to hold it in, by some small miracle. She was
almost there and she was ready to cum I could feel it. That made me impossibly harder
and I felt like I was about to explode.
hell…” Her tight little pussy constricted around my cock and she came
hard. I thrust my hips harder and with the hand that wasn’t holding mine she
clamped it down on her mouth to contain her sound.
The feeling of her
pussy clenching around me, and each time she squeezed my hand sent me where I
needed to go and a feeling of euphoria shot through me and I came with another
deep thrust. I pulled out, letting the rest of my cum drip down between her
legs and some of it catching on her shirt. I kicked my shoes off along with my
jeans, and pulled my boxers up.
I pulled off her
skirt and school shirt throwing them in the basket of dirty laundry. She turned
around and rested her head against my shoulder. I brought her over to the bed
and she cuddled into my sheets not even removing her shoes.
She pulled at my arm so that I could come down and lay with
her and then rested her head against my chest. I ran my fingers along the side
of her stomach and her soft lips kissed at my chest every once and a while.
“Are you okay?” She whispered softly.
“I’m fine princess.” She nodded her head, and hooked her
thigh so that she could wrap her leg around mine. My hand stayed on her butt
keeping her firmly pressed against me.
“I love you.” She mumbled barely audible for me to hear, I kissed
the top of her head smiling.
“I love you too baby. So damn much.” She smiled against my
chest and held me tighter.
“I think we should tell him. I want to be able to kiss you
whenever I want, and I people to know about my super sexy boyfriend.” I laughed.
“We can tell him-”
“Tell me what?” Both
our heads snapped to the door where Ashton was and she grabbed the blanket to
“Ash we just-” She started but he cut her off.
“You know you could have at least been discreet about it. I’ve
known for a while, the two of you make it so obvious.” He shook his head. “You
better have used a condom.” He yelled while walking away.
“I’m on the pill!” She yelled back.
“Gross!” We both laughed and she kissed me again.
“I guess that was easier than we thought.”
“I have to y/f/n and tell her about you.” She squealed and
jumped up from the bed to grab her phone. This was the woman I loved, and I’d
never question why.