won’t let me tag :( requested this a while ago!
“Can you make a one shot based off the song ‘Hear You Coming’ by The Dirty Heads? I can see this being either
Cal, Mikey or Ashton.”
Why yes I can, this is gonna be interesting to make.
It was so hard to pick which boy oh god.
Pairing: Ashton and Y/N
Rating: R for Racy as hell
adult themes, beware
Doing something different, This is in Ashton’s POV! Remember that.
Room 007. The room where it all started. She moved in, right next to me. From first glance you would think she was this sweet, innocent woman with a good head on her shoulders. We had some talks within the first few months of her being my neighbor; shared some stories over coffee and, to say the least, I was intrigued by her. The long trench coat she always wore hid everything from me. You could never tell what was under it. A skirt? A button down? A frilly blouse? Maybe she wore nothing, and those were the thoughts that drove me insane.
7 months into her being a tenant, the thoughts began. At that point, I guess you can say we were friends. She knew my name and I knew hers. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it fit her perfectly. I’ve been into her apartment a few times to have talks over a bottle of wine. It was so clean, organized and put together in a way that only she could figure out. I had never been past her living room but I knew her bedroom was right next to mine. How did I know? These apartments had thin walls, seriously if Ben is fucking Sally the whole floor would know within minutes. Back to the incident:
It was around 2 am when I heard stumbling into the room next to mine. The click of heels confirmed it was Y/N, she did say something about a business meeting of some sort that night but it couldn’t have gone on for so long. I was close to sleeping before a heavier set of feet joined in with the sound of her heels.
"It took so fucking long for Harvey to shut up. I just wanted to get you here so we could fuck until I can’t see straight.” Y/N rasped out as her headboard hit my wall for the first time out of many that night.
Y/N talking like that never crossed my mind but it sounded incredible coming from her lips. I felt my sleepiness fade, a familiar rush of adrenaline filling my body as my eyes opened wider. I shouldn’t have, I knew it was bad but as more lust-fueled words left her lips I gave in to temptation and put my ear to the wall. The headboard hit against the wall at a steady pace but the knocking wasn’t what got to me. Even though I knew it wasn’t me in there; her blissful sighs, breathy words, moans and whimpers made me crave to be in there. To replace whoever the hell was in there with her. It was the first time I had seen a side like this to her and it was something I wished to see for myself. I ended up staying up for most of the night, even as (Y/N) and her guest got quiet and went to sleep. Her sounds of pleasure were on a loop in my head as I rose out of bed to shower, playing constantly as I put on my clothes.
I stepped out my apartment the next day and ended up staring at her door for a moment until my feet carried me down the hall. When I went to the coffee shop in the lobby, I sipped my double shot espresso with an almost automatic hand. Y/N came down at 8:07 like always but this time, her walk seemed stronger. I had noticed things I never noticed before, like a tattoo on her ankle and how high she held her head. Almost as if she felt my stare, she turned her head to look at me and smiled lightly as always. I began to smile back when she subtly winked at me before exiting the building. She knew.
For two months I had been having an intense sexual attraction to my neighbor. It was like she knew exactly how to fluster me, whether it was a wink or an under lying tone when she said my name, she knew. She always knew.
I put on my coat before stepping out of my room and heading to the lobby. My shift was starting in 2 hours leaving me enough time to get some coffee from the shop.
I greeted the blonde who had become accustomed to seeing me every morning.
"Morning, Mr.Irwin. Your usual?” He started to make my double shot espresso as I nodded. I glanced around the recently renovated lobby, taking in the now expensive looking tile that graced the floor, and all the marble countertops that replaced the worn-out wooden ones at the front desk. My apartment building was more on the ‘posh’ side. Tall and spacious, had a doorman, the whole nine. I was still shocked to be able to pay the rent with my simple job at a music store but striking a deal with the landlord had it’s perks.
“Your double shot espresso, Mr.Irwin."
"I told you to call me Ashton, Luke. We’re well acquainted enough to be on first name basis.” I insisted but he just shook his head and wiped down the counter for the third time since i’ve been here. I sat by the window and glanced at the traffic moving by, the usual slow morning seeming to slow down even more as the street got backed up with more cars. Hearing the elevator ‘ding’ made my stomach flip, a glance to the clock over head showed 8:07. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing over at her as she walked with that sexy stride through the lobby. Her hips swaying slightly, trench coat tight around her. She glanced my way and gave me her sweetest smile as usual before leaving the building. Despite just drinking a medium sized coffee, my throat felt dry when I swallowed.
“I hope this isn’t an invasion but what’s going on with you two? You both do this every morning.” Luke asked as he put a cup in the sink and began to wash it out.
“We’re friends, that’s all.” I assured him as I stood and threw the cup away.
“Have a good day Ashton!”
I looked back at him with a smile, “See you tomorrow Luke.”
Of course, Lindsey had me work a double shift today as soon as a shipment of drum sets came in. Don’t get me wrong, I am a drummer and I adore drums but, there’s no denying they are heavy as fuck. Carrying twenty individual pieces had my biceps and triceps yelling at me as i walked down the hall to my room. I just wanted to soak my body and go to sleep immediately.
I glanced up to come face to face with Y/N. In her trench coat as always, she walked over to me from her door.
“Want to come over for wine? it’s been months since we talked you know.”
2 months to be exact. I thought as I nodded and followed her over to her apartment. She set down her keys as I sat on her couch, sinking into the plush cushion. My muscles were completely relaxed by the time she held the glass of wine to me. I took the glass and sipped slowly before sitting up correctly and watching (Y/N) walk to the love seat across from me.
“So Ash, how’s life been?” She asked as she slowly unbuttoned the trench coat. Let me repeat, she took off the trench coat. My haunting thoughts were answered as she revealed a white blouse and a pencil skirt that hugged her hips amazingly.
“Ash?” She sat down and picked up her glass.
‘O-oh, sorry. Just your normal day, I worked a double shift and had to do heavy lifting. How are you?”
I tried to sound interested but my eyes went directly to the tattoo on her ankle. She was speaking but the words didn’t register as my eyes traced up the tattoos, the lines were woven together into a shape that I couldn’t comprehend. The tattoo cut around where her skirt stopped, at her mid thigh. Almost as if on cue, her legs widened the slightest making her skirt ride up a little giving me a peek of her inner thighs and some black lace. My pants tightened as I felt a familiar stir within them. I tried my best to shift and keep it hidden but it was hard to make such a movement subtle.
“What?” My eyes jumped up to meet hers. A look of amusement was on her face as she crossed her legs. I had to fight myself to keep my eyes on her face.
“Are you okay? You keep zoning out on me. I might as well be talking to myself.” She sipped from her almost empty glass, mine was still mostly full.
“Yes I think I’m just a bit sleepy, I’m gonna go to my apartment.” I downed the whole glass and stood up, quickly heading for the door.
“Let’s do this again, yeah?" I pulled the door open.
She chuckled lowly, “Sure, you know where to find me babe.”
The pet name left a sweet taste in my mouth, as I closed the door and forced my intensified lust to the back of my head. How much more could I take of this? Not a lot.
A warm shower was enough to calm my nerves and muscles. I tossed my towel aside and slowly crawled into the soft sheets that covered my bed. The comfort that flooded me made me want to pass out right then and there and I almost did until I heard something familiar.
A moan. The same moan I heard two months ago.
My gut twisted with interest as the blood rushed to the place I didn’t want it to. I sat up as a small whimper left her lips and once again put my ear to the wall. Her breathing was heavy but it was strangely quiet, no headboard knocking or the bed creaking which only meant two things. One, she was alone. Two, she was masturbating. She was progressively getting louder, my cock twitched with interest and in that moment i made the decision to use this to my advantage. As quickly as I could I shed my boxers off, letting my semi free and wrapping my hand around it. My thumb circled the tip, teasing myself to full hardness. When pre-cum started to bead at the tip I slowly started to stroke, leaning my head against the wall to hear the best bits of (Y/N). As her whines got more high pitched, I quickened my fist and bit my lip so i wouldn’t let out a sound. I didn’t need her to know I was doing this. It was all going well but then:
I stopped mid stroke and stared at the wall. Did (Y/N) just say my name? While pleasing herself?
“A-Ash, mmm.” (Y/N)’s voice hit me again and I continued my fast motions, twisting my wrist on the upstroke and letting out ragged breaths.
“You don’t think I know you’re awake over there? Listening to me?”
Her voice sounded so sultry and smooth. I couldn’t stop my fist even if I tried.
“I know you’re up, listening to me moan and groan but this is extremely one-sided. Let me hear you baby.”
It’s a trick. Don’t do it. She’s gonna call you a pervert and move out! My brain shouted but my jaw still dropped, letting out a throaty moan.
“Good boy, that’s what I like to hear. Keep it up.”
I fulfilled her request, letting my moans and groans come out freely as I pictured her with her hand down the lacy underwear I saw earlier. Maybe she cupped her breast and squeezed lightly to occupy her other hand, her pretty lips parted as she panted lightly.
Her name barely made it past my lips as I felt myself starting to unravel. My abdomen tightened as my high hit me, white stripes decorating my hand and thighs as I stroked myself through my orgasm. When I had finally calmed down, I started to get up to get a tissue and clean up this mess.
“What ever happened to ladies first?” Y/N spoke through the wall. I was embarrassed to admit I was so focused on myself I had forgotten she was along with me for this ride.
“I’m sorry…if you want I could come over.” I offered, hoping she’d let me finish her off. There was silence for a while and I continued to clean up. Once I tossed the tissue away, she gave me her response.
“Keys under my mat. I’ll be waiting.”
I AM SO SORRY IF THAT WAS SHIT PLZ DONT HATE ME. Also sorry to charlotte-corday for taking so long to do your request :/
P.S. I’m back bitchessssss ^.^ Sorry i took so long to come back from my hiatus <3
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