I think we have all realised I can't write serious smut, but pls don't hate me. We will cringe - there is no doubting that - but we will stay strong and cringe together, cause that's what friends do.
- Pandora -
I doubt daddies do this.
I definitely doubt daddies do this.
Ashton had rushed us over to the Ferris wheel the minute he had bought the tickets, and was tugging me into one of the rickety carts before I could even acknowledge what was happening. He pushed me onto the small bench provided before shutting the cage door, impatiently waiting for someone to come and check us. It only took a couple more minutes before the cart started lifting, and I really wasn't prepared.
"Oh my god." I gasped, clenching tightly onto one of the metal bars.
Ashton shot me a questioning glance before sitting down, running a hand through his unruly hair. I watched him intently, attempting to distract myself from the fact I was now dangling about ten feet in the air.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I lied, clenching my eyes shut tightly as a gust of wind slightly blew against the small cart "I'm just waiting."
"For what?"
"Your punishment."
Ashton lightly smiled before running his thumb along my jawline, his hazel eyes sympathetically meeting mine.
"Although I'm flattered, I know it's not true. What's wrong?"
I considered my options before slightly nodding, deciding to just tell him. It wasn't exactly serious information he could use against me or anything. I was just afraid of heights, as simple as that.
"It's the whole height thing," I gulped, taking a brief glance downwards before quickly averting my gaze, immediately regretting my decision "I'm just afraid of the- Well, the height."
"You should have told me!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening dramatically.
I frowned as his muscular arms wrapped tightly around my small frame, cradling me to his chest. It was a sweet gesture, but it wasn't exactly necessary.
"We could have gone on something else!"
"I didn't want to ruin it for you guys." I mumbled, finding it increasingly hard to breathe against his toned chest "Evie seemed so hyped."
"And where is she now?" He questioned, causing a small laugh to escape my lips.
"I have no clue."
"Probably with Luke."
"Probably."
"Natalia will be píssed."
I frowned, tugging softly at the frayed material on his jeans.
"Why?"
"Why not?" He chuckled, watching my hand intently.
His pupils had dilated dramatically, and I didn't have to be a psychic to know what he was thinking. The mere thought made my cheeks burn bright red, a sheepish smile tugging at my lips.
I was so goddamn awkward.
"It's obvious she has feelings towards him." He continued, his hazel eyes slightly lifting to meet my own.
"Is it?"
"Yeah."
"But they're friends?"
"We're friends." Ashton pointed out, causing me to blush.
"That's different."
He just shook his head, shifting his body slightly closer to mine. I swallowed, my chest tightening nervously.
I thought having séx with him would have relieved some of this tension, but apparently not.
"Is it?"
I nodded in response, my mouth becoming dry as he placed a short kiss to my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. His hazel eyes burned into mine, full of passion and lust. I wanted to react, push him away and tell him to behave, but I couldn't. Not just because he was a powerful, headstrong guy that would never listen, but because I didn't want to.
Although I complained, I had to admit to myself that I really loved the attention. Even if it left me feeling extremely awkward afterwards.
"I'm so glad Evie isn't here." He stated, his voice muffled against my skin.
I shivered, trying to keep myself under control.
God this was hard.
"Why?" I managed, my voice coming out as a shaky croak.
Ashton moved his hot lips to my neck and gently sucked against the skin, causing me to gasp. Nobody had ever made me feel this way - mostly because nobody had ever tried - and I was frightened. Frightened because I didn't know how to explain it, or how to control it, and I didn't exactly know what it was. It was a feeling so foreign to me, yet so perfect, and I couldn't get enough.
"Because, if Evie were here, I couldn't do this."
I sucked in a harsh breath as Ashton's hand rose to my inner thighs, trailing the pads of his fingers softly upwards until it reached the hem of my shorts. This was the moment I should have stopped him, but I didn't. I was selfish and stupid and chose my needs over my common sense, but I didn't regret it.
"Ashton." I croaked, my voice lowered to a whisper.
He smirked, shifting his long fingers beneath the denim material to meet my underwear. Half of me prayed he would stop there, but half prayed he would continue, to make me feel as good as he did last night.
"Are you ready for your punishment babe?" He hotly questioned, his eyes dark with lust.
I nodded, not really knowing what else to say. This moment felt so surreal, and I had almost forgotten that I was now dangling about 40 feet in the air.
Ashton removed his fingers from underneath my shorts to quickly unbutton them, tugging them downwards. I widened my eyes as he wasted no time to delve beneath my pants, his fingers cold against my skin.
"Oh my go-"
"Sh!" Ashton hissed, abruptly covering my mouth with his other hand "Daddy's working."
I had the sudden urge to lick his palm, but decided against it, clenching my eyes shut as a wave of pleasure washed over me. His pace was slow and teasing, his fingers would occasionally slip into me before he would quickly pull them away.
I attempted to hold back my whimpers - seeing as we were in freaking public - but as he began to increase his speed, and the pleasure intensified, it became extremely difficult.
"Ashton." I mumbled, gripping tightly onto the bars behind me.
He smirked, rubbing his fingers harshly against my ever growing bundle of nerves. I was seconds away from climaxing, and he knew it.
"Call me daddy."
"Ashton, please don't start this again." I begged, biting harshly down on my bottom lip.
He paused his actions, his hazel eyes glaring angrily into mine.
"Why not?"
"Because," I whined, disappointed from the sudden loss of contact "I'm not calling you it."
"Why?"
"It's weird."
"No it's not."
"Ashton-"
"Call me daddy Pandora or I swear to fück."
My eyes widened in surprise at his sudden change of mood, the tone of his voice slightly scaring me.
I knew he could get angry - I had witnessed it many times before - but I had never seen this side of him. So dominant and powerful.
Although frightening, I had to admit that it slightly turned me on.
"Ashton-"
"Pandora." He scolded, harshly pressing down against my centre "Call me daddy."
I opened my mouth to reply but was abruptly cut off as he began to move again, only this time much more rough. There was nothing affectionate about this anymore, it was purely lust and anger.
I whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he continued at his speed, an intense pressure building in my stomach.
I wanted to fight him, but I couldn't.
"Call me daddy." He ordered, increasing his pressure against me.
I winced, my hands automatically reaching forward to grip onto his tangled locks.
"Please Ashton-"
"What was that?"
"Ash-"
"Huh?"
I felt my legs lock up as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me, sending me crashing over the edge. Ashton kept up at his relentless pace, causing multiple moans to escape my lips.
"What's my fücking name Pandora?"
"Ashton-"
"Pandora!"
"Fück! Okay okay, daddy."
"What?"
"Daddy!"
He finally slowed his movements, gently removing his finger from my sensitive bundle of nerves. I wanted to slap him and fück him all at the same time, and I literally had no clue what to feel. I just had to sit there panting, staring into those goddamn hazel irises' until the ride suddenly came to a grinding halt
- Luke -
"I can win this!"
Natalia rolled her eyes, lazily resting her body against the stall. I had been attempting for the past fifteen minutes to win this stupid goddamn penguin, and every single shot I had missed. My aim - as Michael had said - was shít.
"Can I please help?" She sighed, not bothering to hide her impatience.
I adamantly shook my head, attempting to knock over the stupid tin cans for about the twentieth time. Natalia groaned as I - yet again - missed, causing the stall owner to slightly grin.
I had just made about 75% of his earnings today, and he was pretty fücking happy.
"You will not fücking help!" I declared, paying for another 3 attempts "I will win this! I can feel it in my balls!"
Natalia rolled her eyes but didn't say anything else, crossing her arms across her chest. I attempted to knock over the cans and managed to hit one - which was more than I had the previous twenty one times.
"See!" I exclaimed, pointing towards the now empty space "I hit one!"
"You need to hit them all Blondie." She lightly chuckled, giving me a gentle pat on the shoulder.
I frowned, paying for yet another turn.
"I knew that."
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Ten minutes later and I had almost lost the will to live. Natalia had left to buy us some popcorn while I remained at the stall, adamant to win that goddamn penguin. It was beautiful and fluffy and it would be mine.
"Sir, can you please just sell me it?" I groaned, offering him my bribe one last time.
He adamantly shook his head, a knowing smirk passing across his lips.
He knew how desperate I was, and he was playing on it.
"Please?"
"Hey, can I get three balls?"
My attention flickered towards my left, curiosity rising inside me as my eyes fell upon a girl. She was around my age, with long reddish-brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. She was short - a lot smaller than me - and had quite a petite frame, her clothing mostly all black.
She seemed cool.
I watched patiently as she aimed towards the stack of tin cans, throwing her ball with ease and knocking a bottom can over. This caused the rest to collapse, leaving me to stand with my jaw on the floor, watching as she accepted her beautiful penguin.
She noticed too, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Here, have it."
I frowned, watching with confusion as she offered the penguin out towards me.
What the hell was she doing?"
"I'm fine."
"Seriously, take it." She urged, pressing the soft material to my chest "I have too many stuffed toys as it is, I don't need anymore."
I paused before gratefully accepting her gift, shooting her a sheepish smile. My respect for her had risen about 80%, and I had only known her about 2 minutes.
"Thank you."
"No problem," she beamed, softly shaking her head with embarrassment "I can always win another one."
I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I was reminded of how easily she had won, unlike my other twenty four attempts.
I literally sucked.
"So what's your name?" I casually questioned, hoping I didn't seem too eager.
She just chuckled, softly telling me her name before quickly turning and walking away, her words echoing repeatedly in my head.
"My names Nikki."
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Can I just point out a blatantly obvious fact? I swear - a lot. I swear because I feel like the words express my opinions in greater depth, and I swear because I have been raised around people who don't take the words too seriously. And I really don't mean to sound rude, but if you feel uncomfortable, I suggest you just stop reading or attempt to ignore them. I love you all dearly, but messaging me telling me how unattractive it is isn't doing either of us any favours. I respect your opinion, but after I explain to you in detail why I use the words I use and you still continue to disrespect me, then please don't expect a response. I hate conflict and will not indulge in the petty argument you are attempting to start.
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I went uptown today and this old man literally attempted to push me and my friend in front of a car.
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Song: What I've Done by James Hersey (Feast Remix)
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And thank you so much for reading!
(Happy birthday Nikki)
- Esmerelda 💜