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[hostiledaisy]

If These Walls Could Talk

Pairing: Ashton + Y/N

Rating: X

Description: Y/N and Michael had been dating for about 6 months, they were always better as best friends but they wanted to give it a try. She has always hung out with the other three boys, but she has always had her eye on Ashton. 

Warning: oral sex, fingering, sex, dom!ash, sub!reader

The loud sound of the random video game the boys were playing was booming in the background, she tried to focus on the video she was watching on her phone, but when something exciting happened, the boys busted up, yelling at the tops of their lungs. Y/N looked up in annoyance, “Really guys? You have won three times in a row, it doesn’t get any more exciting than the first, I promise you that.” She pushes the lock button on her phone, placing it down on her lap.

Michael glances over, jutting out his bottom lip. “I’m sorry baby, did we disrupt you?” He slides over, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. She shivered a little bit but not enough for him to notice. She never minded showing affection with Michael around the two other boys, but she always cared when Ashton was around. She didn’t know why he affected her and the others didn’t. There was just something about him. The way he dressed, the way he smiled. He was so sophisticated, and so well mannered. 

You shake your head, “It doesn’t matter, I’m done now.” He nods at you, and then looks at Ashton. “I might head out and get another case of beer, the boys should be here in an hour, so I have time to run out and go get some. Any other requests?” He questions, looking between you and Ashton. You sigh, “Can you get me that special ice cream that we get every Thursday? I’m really craving some.” She leans her head back, looking up at him from upside down. He smiles, “It’s all the way across town but I will go there just for you.” 

He walks over to the table beside the couch and grabs his keys. He kisses your forehead goodbye and dabs Ashton up before leaving. You sit silently, hearing the car start up and descend from the driveway. It’s quiet between you two for a few seconds, before you try to make small talk. “Have you ever been to the ice cream shop on 68th street?” He shakes his head no in response to her question.  “I actually haven’t, maybe I’ll try it when he gets back with yours.” He jokes, kicking your leg. You gasp, kicking him right back. His eyes narrow as he grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him.

You grab his arm, tugging him forward, and as soon as you do that, hes partially on top of you. You both smile and laugh, and as you realize the position you’re in, your smile slowly fades. You look at his lips, and slowly let your eyes wander back up to his eyes. You know it’s wrong, and that you may or may not regret it in the morning, but at that moment you didn’t care. You quickly bring your hand to the back of his head, pulling him down. You press your lips against his hungrily, and he shows the same emotion right back. 

His hand wanders down your side and you gasp against his lips when his hand finds your thigh, gripping it and pulling your waists together more. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on the strands. You hear a throaty moan come out of his mouth, and he quickly pulls away from the kiss, his hands finding your jaw. His thumb is placed on the right side of your jaw, the rest of his fingers and palm on the left. He tilts your head back forcefully, attacking your neck. He kisses and sucks everywhere, and as soon as he hears you moan when he finds the spot, he sucks on it, nipping and licking until there is a dark red hickey in it’s place. 

He other hand slides down between you both, slipping into the gym shorts you had been wear. He slides right past your underwear, his pointer finger and index finger rubbing your clit. You let out a loud gasp, your head tilting back farther to give him more access and your eyes instantly closing. “You like that baby? Does that feel good?” He whispers into your ear, his fingers quickly sliding down, slowly pushing into your hole. 

You let out a loud moan, “Fuck, Ashton, yes. It feels so good.” You cry, your hips thrusting up against his fingers. He smiles against your neck, leaning up so he is positioned above you, your face inches away. “Let me hear you baby, I wanna know how good I’m making you feel.” He demands, his fingers curling up, and as soon as he hits your g-spot, your monas get louder. You start to clench around his fingers and he groans, leaning up while his other hand presses down against your abdomen. “That’s a good girl, just like that, cum on my fingers.” His words coax you to an orgasm, your thighs shaking as your back arches off the bed.

Loud moans mixed with screams leave your mouth, and your vision starts to blur. After a few seconds, he pulls his fingers out of your pants, hovering above you. “That’s a good girl.” He mumbles, pressing his lips against yours. He sucks on your bottom lip, pulling away and sitting up. “Let’s see the mess that I made.” He smirks and pulls your shorts and underwear down, revealing your pussy. His lips attack your clit, sucking and licking all over before he moves down, cleaning your mess up. He kisses up your body, pushing up your shirt and catching your nipple in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around, pulling the nipple with his mouth before letting it go, doing the same with the other one. 

“Think you can do one more? Because I wanna feel you cum around me.” He bites his lip, unbuttoning his pants pushing them down along with his boxers. You nod, “Yes please, I wanna feel you inside of me.” He nods, slowly pushing your legs apart and positioning himself between them. He lines his dick up with your hole. He slowly pushes himself in, his eyes closing as he tips his head back. He bottoms out, and you feel completely full. Your eyes close, “Fuck, you fit so well.” You moan as he slowly pulls out, then pushes all the way back in. 

As soon as he thrusts back in, you hear a car pull into the drive. His eyes widen as he looks down at you, quickly pulling out and struggling to pull his pants up. “Fuck!” You cry, quickly grabbing your underwear and shorts and running up the stairs and into your room. You lock the door, trying to look presentable. You glance in the mirror, seeing the large hickey and gasping. You grab your back of foundation and powder and quickly try to cover it up. You end up doing so after about 5 minutes and Michael knocking on the door every minute to try to get you to come out. You push open the door, walking to the banister and seeing everyone sitting on the couch. Ashton catches your eyes before any of the other boys do, and winks at you. He turns his attention back to the t.v. while you try to catch your breath.

It’s gonna be a long night. 

[hostiledaisy]

A Summers Night

Pairing: Luke + Y/N

Rating: X

Description: Luke is your ex, you broke up with because you walked in on him hooking up with another woman, but one night you go to a bonfire little did you know he would be there. And little did you know that you still had sexual feelings for him, despite what he had done. 

Warning: oral sex, mentions of alcohol

You don’t remember where you got an invitation from, could have been a text, or someone telling you, or just seeing it on snap chat. But as you sit in a plastic chair, drinking some kind of mixed drink in front of the fire, you can’t seem to think of anything. You hear what is now a quiet buzzing of voices around you, drowned out from you focusing all your attention on the fire and the alcohol buzzing through your system. You take a deep breath and lean back, closing your eyes and breathing in the smell of the wood burning and the smell of the freshly cut grass. 

You slowly bring yourself back to your senses, opening your eyes, your vision becoming blurry for only a few seconds. You slowly place your hand on the arm of the chair, pushing yourself up, meanwhile holding your drink with your other hand. You hear the faint music playing in the background of the chatter. You slowly make your way into the large frat like house. Your eyes roan across the room, trying to find a familiar face, but to no avail. 

You slowly walk into the kitchen, seeing all the alcohol sitting on the table. You grab the vodka and start pouring it into your cup, letting your eyes wander up. The table is parallel to the front door, so you can see people entering and leaving. There are hundreds of people at this house, most of them are outside since there is more space. You see a large crowd in front of the door, crowding something. After a few seconds, the crowd clears and you see him. 

You hadn’t seen him in over two months. You haven’t wanted to see him. But here he is, right in front of your eyes. As soon as he comes into view, you make sure to observe him, your eyes roaming up and down his body. His hair had grown a little bit, but it’s still the same beautiful dirty blonde. His eyes are still the amazing bright blue, you remember how you would get lost in them every time you would look at him. The last time you saw him, he had shaved, but you notice that he has scruff. You had always wanted him to grow it out, but he always talked about how much it bothered him. He always made sure he was clean shaven. Your eyes wander down his body, your eyes catching his hands. Your drunk mind brings out the side that remembers how he used to hold you with those hands, and how he used to use those hands. He was experienced, and that’s what you loved most about him.

It felt like you had been staring at him for more than 10 minutes, the way he laughed, the way he talked, even the way he acted. You had forgot what all that looked like. Quickly you zone back in, glancing down at your bottle to see that it had overflowed your cup and dripped all over your hands, the table, and the floor. “Shit!” You yelled quietly, mostly to yourself. You let go of your drink, looking around for paper towels. You almost scream when you feel someone grab your shoulder. You quickly spin around and see Luke. He tilts his head, seeing you’re way too drunk to remember this night tomorrow, but sober enough to hold a conversation. “You made quite a mess. You okay?” He asks, concerned because he has never seen you like this. You were always so proper, such a good girl. His good girl. 

You quickly rack your mind for what to say, you want to be mad at him, you also want to be casual, but more than anything, you wanted to be wrecked. “Yeah, I’m fine, I got distracted.” You note, mostly to yourself, before looking up at him. He gives you a small smile, “ I never thought I would see you at a place like this. Uh, how have you been?” You can tell he doesn’t know how to talk to you, he feels guilty, and he should. “I’m fine Luke, I just drank a little too much.” You try to be short and sweet, quickly turning away from him and trying to escape the conversation. He grabs your arm, pulling you back towards him. Your chest presses against his, your head slowly tilting up so you can see him. “Luke..” You whisper, but to you it sounds like a scream. Your mind is racing, you haven’t been this close to him, hell, anybody since you broke up with him. His palm comes up to caress your cheek, before he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. There are a million things he could say, he could do, but this kiss told you all of them. 

Your hand grabs his forearm, gripping it tightly as you push up on your tiptoes. Your other hand reaches up and threads into his hair, tugging on it a little. He slowly reaches a hand down, grabbing under your thigh and picking you up, maneuvering you with one hand so your legs wrap around his waist. He quickly starts walking towards the stairs of the house, his lips leaving yours and your lips finding his neck. You missed this, his smell, his touch, and his kiss. You suck on his sweet spot that is under his ear, hearing him moan. He pushes open a door with his foot, doing the same thing to shut it. He reaches back with his free hand, locking the door.

He slowly walks you over and lets you gently fall onto the bed. You fall onto your back, and then sit up using your elbows. He smiles at you, and you swear you could melt. His dimples were always a weakness of yours. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his happy trail. He slowly leans down, reconnecting your lips before slowly helping you slide back so your head was on the pillows. He pulls away, kissing your neck softly. You moan hungrily, already wanting him to be inside of you. You hand runs down his chest to grope him, but he grabs your wrist, shaking his head. “No, baby girl. This is all about you tonight.” He says sternly. He slowly runs his hands down your chest to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and off of you. 

He places kisses from the hem of your pants all the way up to your bra, his hand snaking behind you and undoing it easily. He quickly pulls it off of you. He leans down, heading for your left book. He pokes his tongue out, drawing circles around it and then lightly blowing on it. You gasp and close your eyes, “Fuck, Luke.” You whine, wanting more than he is willing to give at this second. He quickly moves to your right boob and does the same thing, before wrapping his mouth around it, his left hand coming up to grab your boob, playing with the nipple. He then switches, his mouth on your left boob and his hand playing with your right boob.

He slowly runs his hand down your chest, sitting up and using both hands to undo your button on your pants. He slides them down, right along with your panties. He scoots down, now laying on his stomach, eye level with your heat. He leans forward, deciding not to tease you anymore, and wraps his lips around your clit. He flicks the nub with his tongue, going back and forth between sucking and licking. His hands grab the side of your thighs, keeping your still. You let out a loud moan, more following after that. Your bad arches off the bed and you close your eyes. You start to see white spots in your black vision, your thighs starting to shake. His arms wrap around your thighs, his hands pressing against your abdomen. He locks you in place, trying to milk your orgasm. 

As soon as it hits, he hums, sending a vibration through your clit. You feel your voice give out, your legs shaking wildly. He continues to suck on your clit through it, his tongue diving into your hole after you cum. He slowly kisses up your body, coming back to look you in the eyes. “Come on pretty girl, look at me.” He mumbles, kissing your cheek softly. You hum, your eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the view above you. “I haven’t came like that for a month.” You smile lazily, and he smiles down at you, his dimples showing. “Come on, let’s get you dressed. You can spend the night at my house.” He mumbles, grabbing his shirt off the ground and slipping it onto you, putting your underwear and shorts back on. He grabs the rest of your clothes and piles them up. He slips on a hoodie of someones that was laying on the floor. “I don’t think that they will miss it.” He says, mostly to himself. 

He slowly picks you up bridal style, “It’s okay, darling, I got you.” He whispers, your arm lazily reaching up to wrap around his neck, your other arm following soon after. He bends down, grabbing your clothe that he had put in a pile. He walks downstairs, grabbing his keys out of his pocket and unlocking his car. He places you in the passenger seat, putting the seat belt on you and closing the door softly. He takes the back way, getting to his apartment quicker than taking the highway. He might not have actually said sorry, but he said sorry in his own way, and you forgave him. Your heart was full and you were happy.