Summary: Ashton and (Y/N) have known each other since childhood. After growing apart in high school, due to Ashton messing with the opposite crowd of (Y/N), the two friends become close, until someone dares disrespect (Y/N) in front of Ashton. (Smut / Unprotected Sex) (TW: Mention of Sexual Assault, Description of Violence)
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The chatter between my parents and Ashton's mom has long become boring for me to follow. Of course, Ashton has already excused himself from the company and wandered off, so now it is my turn to follow his lead and leave the table. Either way, I wasn't hungry when the dinner started, so I have surrendered my plate a while ago.
"I'll go check on Ash." I announce, getting up from my chair and being dismissed by my parents before I walk into the kitchen. I open the freezer, digging around to find the ice cream cups and picking two for me and Ashton.
If I know Irwin as much as I think I do, he is on the roof of the house, laying on the tiles and looking at the sky like we did when we were children. It has been a long time since we sat together on the roof, but Ashton has the habit of climbing up there every time his family joins mine.
I climb out of the window in my sister's room, the only easy access to the roof, trying not to fall to my death from the second store-window. Well, dramatic much, since I know that I will mostly break a limp if I fall from that height.
And there is Ashton, sitting criss-cross on the tiles and dragging in his smoke.
"Since when do you smoke?" I ask him, making him jolt with surprise.
"You scared the living shit out of me." He clutches his chest, earning an eye roll from me.
"You look pretty alive to me." I comment, sitting next to him and passing him his ice cream cup. He offers me his cigarette, which I pass with ease, making him hum sarcastically.
"Of course good girl (Y/N) doesn't smoke..." He chuckles, bringing the cigarette back to his lips.
"You say that like it is a bad thing." I point out, digging my spoon in my ice cream.
"(Y/F/N), always holding me accountable for my bullshit." He laughs, putting out the butt and flicking it off to the lawn beneath us.
"You know smoking kills, right?" I ask him. He sighs and lays back, looking at the sky as he opens his dessert.
"Lots of things do, my friend." He replies. I eat my spoonful quietly, feeling a little awkward now. It feels like we have nothing to talk about anymore.
"You've stopped fucking with me, haven't you?" He asks, making me look at him with a furrow on my face.
"I haven't. You've stopped fucking with me. Your current demographic is jocks and cheerleaders. I am not really fitting in there, in case you haven't noticed." I shrug my shoulders and he hums.
"They only hang with me because they think my name will protect them." He replies. He doesn't sound bummed about it, stating it just like a fact.
"Still, I don't really go with that crowd." I insist.
"You've known me since kindergarten. We learned how to ride bicycles together. You wouldn't go with that crowd, even if you tried to. There are friends, and then there is us." He explains. I bite the inside of my cheek, laying on my back as well.
"To be honest, I've missed hanging out with you." I admit.
"Even now that I have all these rumors surrounding me?" He asks and I cock an eyebrow at him.
"Are you kidding me? Especially with all the rumors surrounding you. I know that not even half of the shit said about you is true, and then again, being seen with you makes people kinda respect me. No one dares fuck me up." I cackle.
"I've missed hanging out with you too. Late-night bike rides behind everyone's back, the milkshakes in the little diner, going to the movie screenings in the park, and coming home early in the morning. I can't do that shit with anyone else." He comments, turning his head to smile at me. His dimples show up by the corners of his mouth, and his apples are popping out more now, making him look like he did when he was just a child.
"Yeah, it was nice, I guess. I miss our study dates in the treehouse the most, to be honest." I sigh, reminiscing the middle school study sessions on top of the little wooden house.
"What happened to the treehouse anyway?" He asks me. I swirl my spoon in my ice cream, taking a breath before I answer him.
"Since we stopped using it, it started falling apart so we took it down. Well, my parents took it down. But I kinda wish they didn't. I swear, that place was magical." I say with a complaint in my voice, making Ashton hum in agreement.
"Yeah, that it was. It felt like a constant in our ever-changing teen life, a safe haven. Like, no matter how bad things got for each one of us, we would always meet there and help each other." He mumbles.
"Exactly. What fucking ever... Guess this is part of growing up." I brush it off, looking at the sky for a moment before I close my eyes.
"This is sad." He groans.
"It is what it is, Ash." I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"Yeah, I guess." He mumbles under his breath.
The tap on my shoulder makes me turn away from my locker to find who requires my attention.
"What are you doing after school?" Ashton asks, leaning against the locker next to mine.
"Model UN. Why?" I ask him; he has a stupid smirk on his face, showing he is up to no good.
"What time are you going to be done with it?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow.
"I don't know. Maybe 3:30..." I reply.
"Meet me in the parking lot. We are going somewhere." He replies, a little too excited.
"Where are we going?" I ask and he shrugs.
"You'll see. 3:30, at the parking lot." He states before walking away from me with a strut.
I feel like everyone is looking at me, which I know is probably not true. But I feel everyone's eyes on me, everyone's whisper behind my back.
I pick my books for my Chemistry class, shutting my locker in a rush to avoid being stared at by everyone. It always sparks a lot of rumors, being seen with Ashton, even if it is just a typical exchange between us.
At 3:35 I walk out into the parking lot. I have to look around for Ashton since he gave me zero clues on where he would be.
I find him by his car, earning a smile from him as I approach.
"It took you a bit of time..." He comments and I whimper at the sound of it.
"You didn't tell me exactly where you would be. So, where are we going?" I ask and he points to his car, signaling me to get in.
"You have the patience of a 3-year old." He states. I open the passenger door and buckle myself in as I take a seat.
"I have been told that. But you've kept me on my toes for quite a few hours. I think I deserve an answer now. At least a hint." I point out and he hums.
"You drive a mean negotiation. But it is a no from me, still. You will find out in a bit. But first, we will need to get some coffee and a few snacks. And you need to call home and tell them you are with me. Your parents like me and trust me." He instructs and I furrow my eyebrows together.
"If only they knew..." I shake my head, fishing for my phone inside my backpack.
After picking up our coffees and our snacks, Ashton pulls up in front of a house. I am confused, but I know that Ashton would never hurt me, so I just go with it.
"Whose house is this?" I ask and he chuckles.
"Politano's house. He owes me a favor. Come on." He motions, picking up his backpack and a blanket from the backseat.
"I don't even know the guy." I point out and he chuckles.
"And you won't have to get to know him tonight. We are going to his backyard. He has a treehouse." He states, turning his head to smile at me. I soften, and my inside warm up at how sweet this gesture is.
"Ash... I don't know what to say... This is... Literally the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." I coo, being in awe of this gesture.
"Oh, hush. I need your help with equations." He clearly lies; I know that underneath the tough shell of the bad boy, there is a literal mush of goofiness and goodness.
I let him go up first; I am wearing a skirt and I would hate to flash him on my way up. It would just make things awkward.
It is nothing more than a small wooden box with an opening for a door, a small window, and a couple of large pillows for sitting. Ashton lays the blanket down, throwing the books on it next. I kneel, fixing the coffees and the snacks before taking out my textbooks and notes.
"How did you convince Politano to give you the treehouse for the evening?" I ask Ashton as I open my books.
"You sure want to know the answer?" He asks and I cock an eyebrow.
"Is it something illegal?" I ask and he shrugs.
"He is throwing a party. He needs alcohol, I have my contacts..." He replies. I nod my head and grab my book, bringing it to my lap.
"It makes sense." I mumble, bringing a pencil out of my pencil case.
"You are still chewing on your pencils?" Ashton asks with a giggle, making me hum as I realize my old pensive quirk is back again.
"No, not really until now." I state, leaving the pencil down.
"I think it is adorable that you still have this... quirk, I guess." He comments. I bite the inside of my cheek, turning to look at him. He is looking at me softly, a subtle flush covering his face.
"Oh, shut up... You are only saying that to mess with me..." I groan but he shakes his head.
"No, I think it is. You are adorable. It is just... Everything you do is so sweet and cute like you don't have a single bad bone inside you." He explains. Now I am the one blushing, bringing my hand to push a lock of hair behind my ear.
"What are you doing, Irwin?" I ask him, biting my lip.
"What do you mean?" He asks me back, playing the naivety card.
"Are you flirting with me? Are you trying to make me swoon over you like every other girl at our school? Are you trying to make me kick my panties in the air for you?" I ask him, earning a chuckle and a head shake.
"No... I would never do that to you. I have always been honest, haven't I?" He asks me. I nod my head.
"I told you yesterday. There are friends, and then there is us. This mutual pining is just exhausting. I was never shy about the fact that I think you are gorgeous. Nor about the fact that I saw you as more than a friend. And you were also never shy about seeing me as an asshole. I respect that you are not able to see me as more, but it won't take away my ability to pay a decent compliment to my friend." He replies. I gulp thickly, moving closer to him and reaching to stroke his face.
"You are not an asshole. Not to me, at least. And I never said I never saw you as more." I utter, too scared that if I say the words louder, this little perfect bubble I am in currently will burst. I am cradling his face, causing him to look at me in the eye. He still has the softest eyes, the hazel orbs with the little specs of gold now turning a little green.
"What are you saying?" He asks me, stuttering as he lets the question wander in the space between us.
"Shut up and just kiss me already." I order, making him hum before he leans in to kiss me.
He goes slow, letting me feel his lips on mine. It is barely weird between us; he was my best friend from childhood up until the end of middle school, so it feels homey and familiar, yet ever-so exciting.
I am the one to deepen the kiss, parting my lips for him. He gladly responds, bringing his hand to the back of my head to keep it in place. I push him forward a little, resulting in him laying on his back now as I straddle him and turn the kiss into a makeout session. He seems to not know where his hands should go now, so I just place them on my waist. Some primitive part of me wants him to train his hands up my back, gather my hair, and pull on it a little. Some other part wants him to wrap his big hands around my neck, squeeze it as he kisses me. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, but for now, I want him to just be rough with me, prove the rumors I have heard from the girls who supposedly spent some interesting time with him.
But I just stick to his rhythm, taking in his taste and touch.
I feel him harden underneath me, his bulge pressing against my core and making me clench around nothing. I wiggle, biting his bottom lip before I pull away from the kiss.
"I think we should get going..." I fight to catch my breath, moving away from his boner.
"Yeah... Yeah... Let's." He stutters, blinking fast as his chest heaves.
I look at him for a second, trying to decipher him. He looks shocked and flushed, but kinda cheerful while at it, making me question what is going on with him.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks me.
"Just trying to figure out how you feel..." I shrug and he hums.
"Pretty damn good, darling." He replies, sitting up and leaning in for one final, short kiss.
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(Ashton's POV)
"Did she like the treehouse, Irwin?" Politano asks me as he walks by me. He and the rest of his gang lean against the lockers, looking at me with a smirk.
"What?" I ask him, trying to play the unfazed.
"Did (Y/L/N) like the treehouse? Betcha she let him in her panties to thank him." He says to his friends, nudging me with his elbow.
"Shut up." I warn him, feeling my face heat up at the way everyone is giggling along with the asshole.
"What? Did she play hard to get? Don't worry much, bring her over to the party, give her something to drink... Those bitches always play hard to get, but they are the biggest sluts after a drink or two... I bet she will love to be passed around between us all after the third." He chuckles.
I don't even realize how I got him on the ground and I am pounding my fist on his face time after time until I am pulled back by one of the teachers.
"I will fucking murder you if you open your fucking stupid mouth again." I threaten, still pulling against the person who is restraining me.
"As you are aware, violence is not accepted in our school environment. You nearly broke Mr. Politano's face in, then made a threat regarding his life, Mr. Irwin. I am afraid I have no choice but to write the incident in your file and expel you for 10 days, Ashton." The principal states, making me chuckle sarcastically.
"Politano made a rape suggestion for one of our classmates and I am the one getting expelled?" I ask, rubbing my knuckles to stop them from hurting.
"Do you have proof he did?" She asks me, making me roll my eyes at her.
"His pussy friends. They were there, they heard him." I protest.
"They told me personally that you started beating him up due to an argument regarding your car." She replies.
"Of course they did. And of course, you believed them. Fucking hell... You don't fucking care about students, do you?" I look at her in anger, pushing my chair back and standing up before her.
"You are expelled for 15 days. I hope you get rid of your violent behavior by the time you are back." She replies, dismissing me.
I walk out of her office, fuming with anger that she doesn't believe me. (Y/N) could be in danger and the principal is just sitting there looking at her walls.
I just have to talk to (Y/N), find her, and tell her to stir away from that dude.
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I wait in the parking lot for her, standing by the place her bike is and hoping she doesn't have any extra-curriculum today. The school is pretty empty by now, everyone rushing out to get home, but (Y/N) is nowhere to be seen. It is driving me insane, watching all those faces walk by but none of them being (Y/N).
I stayed there until 5, texting her back to back but getting no response back. I drive to her house, hoping to at least find her there.
I ring the doorbell and bounce on my heel, waiting for someone to answer the door, preferably (Y/N).
But her mom opens the door, looking at me with her usual smile.
"Ashton. Come on in." She moves aside, letting me step into the house.
"Is (Y/N) here? I need to talk to her." I state and she hums.
"Let me go check on her. She wasn't feeling very well when she got home." She smiles at me, walking away and upstairs to (Y/N)'s room.
I tap my fingers against my jacket while I wait, feeling a knot in my stomach form. God, I just want her to be ok, I couldn't give a fuck about anything else.
Her mom walks down the stairs, having the most sympathetic smile on her face.
"She was asleep, sweetheart. And I didn't want to wake her up. I pity her." She explains and I nod.
"Will you tell her I dropped by when she wakes up? And ask her to call me as soon as possible." I ask and she nods.
"Of course. Is it something important?" She asks.
"No, just something for school." I assure her and she nods.
"Ok, sweetheart. I will make sure to do so." She replies.
(Y/N's POV)
Almost a week since the incident at school, and Ashton hasn't stopped calling me, texting me, dropping by my house. It is hard for me to hide from him now, I am running out of excuses, and ignoring him seems to not affect.
I am scared of him; he nearly broke that guy's skull, he threatened him, he said he would kill him. I knew that Ashton seemed like bad news, but I never thought he was a bad guy. And now he is walking around hurting people. This is not my friend, this is not the person I know and love, but I must face the tune and accept he might be who he is painted as.
I pick up my bag and head for the Model UN class. I have no energy to be there, but I can't back out of the obligations I have taken on my back. College interviews are around the corner and I need to look impeccable on paper.
"So, you are going to continue avoiding me?" I hear Ashton's voice from behind me as I walk to the school's exit. I turn around, finding him looking like shit, a mixture of pain and disappointment written on his face.
"Ashton, I really don't want to talk to you." I state, turning around to walk away from him.
"Is this because we kissed in that treehouse? Did you regret it? And you don't even have the balls to tell me..." He spits out, making me take a deep breath.
"No, it is because you are an asshole. You pretended to be soft to me one day and the next you nearly killed a guy." I snap, causing him to gasp and run his hand down his face.
He grabs me by my wrist, yanking me along him as he guides us into an empty room.
"You are hurting me." I hiss, pulling my arm back and away from his grip.
"I am sorry... I am sorry." He lets go, raising his hands in surrender.
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"Do you know why I beat him up?" He asks me, sitting on top of a desk.
"The whole school knows. He said something about your car and you snapped." I am trembling as I let it out, afraid of him snapping at me.
"Of course he spread his version." He chuckles sarcastically.
"What happened then?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders. He looks me in the eye, biting his lip before sighing.
"He asked me if you let me fuck you in the treehouse. I didn't answer obviously, so he just kept talking. He said I should invite you to the party, get you drunk, take advantage of you. Then he took it further, said you should be passed around between me, him and his friends... Then I blacked out. The image of him hurting you played in my head and I blanked. I told the principal what he said, she said I had no proof, expelled me for 15 days. I came to your house and your mom told me you were asleep. I just wanted to tell you that you should avoid that dude. But you have been ignoring me since. I know you probably won't believe me, so just go. I won't bug you anymore." He gives up. The fact that he is looking at me as he speaks, the honesty and worry in his voice, and the fact he shows his disappointment at the end, tell me he is honest right now. Which makes me feel like the biggest asshole in the world.
"You got expelled for me?" I ask, stuttering as I let the words out.
"I couldn't let the fucker talk that way about you. And I got expelled because I did something violent, it wasn't your fault." He replies. I move closer to him, bringing my hands to cradle his face.
"You are a dum-dum, aren't you?" I ask him, making him chuckle.
"Took you long enough to realize..." He replies.
"That day, when I saw you beating him up... It was the scariest thing ever." I admit and he sighs softly, looking down.
"I would never hurt you. And I would never hurt anyone else if they weren't set to hurt you..." He assures me.
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I nod my head, leaning in to kiss him softly. I feel him sigh in relief, bringing his hand to the back of my head. I didn't know I had missed his lips that much until now. I track my hand from his face to the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his dark locks. Since our junior year, his natural blond strands gave place to an ink-black dye, making him look chiseled and rough. I stay there for a second, contemplating whether or not I should succumb to the temptation and pull at his hair.
I go with my gut and pull at his hair, causing him to moan in surprise and lower his hand to the small of my back. He holds me close to his body, so I arch and press my chest more against his, feeling his heartbeat on my skin.
He pries my lips more open with his tongue, letting it slide against mine. I let him set the rhythm for me before I pull away and trap his bottom lips between my teeth. I nibble on it softly, pulling it back as he moans for me. His grip on my waist becomes tighter, signaling it is time for me to tease him, just a little.
I pull away from him, still keeping my face an inch from his. He is breathing heavy, mimicking the way my breath leaves my lungs. His chest is inflating and falling against mine, making me lick my lips as I stare at him, not daring to break eye contact.
"You look so innocent, so precious..." He begins, but I press my thumb against his lips and hush him. I graze it over his mouth, bringing my gaze to his lips, focusing on taking in the details of his.
I lean in again, kissing him deeply at once. He moans almost in relief as if the teasing left him longing for me.
I feel my sex tingling, my mind fogging up with all the inappropriate thoughts that bombard it.
"Put your hand under my skirt..." I whimper, trailing my lips down his neck.
"What?" He asks in surprise, throwing his head back as I reach his soft spot.
"(Y/N), we don't have to go further right now... This is enough." He tries hard to stop himself, but I just really want him, more than anyone in the world.
"I want you... Please..." I beg and he groans, bringing his hand under my skirt and pressing it on my sex. His touch feels like heaven; I yelp and my eyes flutter, while I feel my stomach tighten.
"Fuck... You've soaked your underwear..." He comments, rubbing his fingers over my clit. I shudder as he touches me, making me buck my hips back and forth involuntarily.
"I need you... So fucking much." I cry, holding onto him. I am a mess, craving more from him already.
"Can I put my fingers inside you?" He whispers in my ear, his breath fanning against my skin.
"Yes, please..." I groan with eagerness, resting my head on the crook of his neck.
His fingers move lower, pushing aside my panties before he uses my wetness to lube them up, seconds later pushing a finger inside me.
He gives me a second to test the waters, adding a second one shortly after. It feels intense, the way his fingers are moving inside me makes my walls stretch tight around him.
"Why are you so fucking tight, princess?" He moans by my ear, making me whimper; he sounds so good, moaning without holding back. Fuck I wanna listen to that moan all day if I can.
"You like it, daddy?" I ask, leaning closer to him and resting my head on his shoulder.
"Oh, I love it, princess." He replies, curling his fingers against my spot. I jolt up, gripping onto Ashton's shoulders as he insists on working there.
"You love my fingers there, baby?" He asks me, a chuckle dressing his voice.
"More than anything." I reply, clenching around his digits.
"I want more, please..." I whimper, looking at him with puppy eyes.
"Then, let's get you right for me cock..." He replies, opening his fingers inside me and making me whimper. His fingers are banging inside me relentlessly, causing me to bite onto his neck to keep myself quiet.
"Love your teeth on my skin, babygirl... Bite harder..." He moans, using his thumb to stroke circles on my clit.
"I need you to fuck me... I need you inside me." I beg, my voice breaking at the end as I shudder against him.
He takes his fingers out of me, picking me up and placing me on top of the desk. He looks at me with his pupils dilated, eyes dark as he grabs my face harshly and leans in to kiss me. I have goosebumps all over my skin, only rising more as he brings his hands to remove my underwear.
"You are sure about this, baby?" He asks me again stopping himself from freeing his cock.
"Yes, please, fuck me." I beg and he grunts, unzipping his black skinny jeans and fiddling with his boxers to free his cock. I can practically feel my mouth water over his length, imagining myself on my knees and him fucking my mouth until my eyes tear. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have never made these thoughts about anyone... And now all I can think of is getting railed by him.
He strokes his cock a couple of times, spreading my thighs more before he tries to line up to my entrance. He rubs the head of his cock along my slit a couple of times, gathering wetness as lube and making me tingle down there.
He pushes his cock inside me, making me gulp the knot in my throat and curl my toes inside my shoes. He makes my body slide a little on the smooth surface of the desk as he thrusts in slowly, letting me adjust to him. I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes, sinking in the sensation he is giving me. It is slow, but he is touching me so lovingly to make sure I am doing fine as he fills me up.
His hands are resting on my thighs, stroking over them softly as he is holding onto them to go deeper. There is a darkness in his eyes I can tell is lust, but his gaze is also soft and loving.
And then he goes ahead and slams onto me forcefully, once my breathing is normal and I have eased onto him. My head lulls back and my eyes roll as I feel his tip hit deep inside me.
"You ok, baby?" He asks me, dragging me closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing myself down on the base of his cock.
"Yes... Harder..." I whisper, crunching up to watch his dick move in and out of me so smoothly. The feeling is indescribable, the way he is making me feel right now is beyond words. My stomach is peculiarly tight and my hips seem to have a mind of their own, as they are bucking against his to meet his thrusts.
He raises my skirt more, bunching it up to my stomach and looking down at my bare heat.
"Why do you have the best fucking pussy I've ever seen?" He asks, bringing one hand to grab onto the side of my face. The veins on his hand are bulging, making him seem so attractive to my eyes. I look at him like a doe, fully and unconditionally succumbing to him. His face is tensed, lips parted as he fucks me deeper, groaning and slamming onto me, making his cock stretch my walls.
"Open your little shirt, baby... Give me a little peek..." He snakes his hand to my hair, twisting his fingers into my locks. Shakily, my hand moves to undo the buttons of my shirt, revealing my breasts to him. I move the cups of my bra as well, giving him a full show of my chest. My nipples are hard and peaking, letting him know how good all this feels, how good he is making me feel.
"Shit... Watch them... Watch how nicely they bounce as I fuck your pretty little pussy..." He kisses the side of my neck, a smile forming on his lips as they press onto my skin.
He is not my first, but he is without a doubt a hell-lot better than my first. And I know I am not his first either, which feels strange, yet assuring.
He grabs onto my chin, bringing my face to his and kissing me. He still moves inside me, with hard strokes that have turned more sloppy, and his pulsing cock adding to the pleasure building inside me.
One of his hands trails down my body, his thumb pressing against my clit and stroking it at a speed that complements his thrusting.
I whine against his mouth, my hand moving to the back of his neck and raking my nails down his skin.
I am so close, but I just need a little something, a bit of an extra kick.
"Will you cum inside me? Please?" I beg as I pull away to catch my breath. He growls and nods, planting a kiss on my temple.
It is absurd to think that I am fucking with my childhood best friend, in our school, in the room I will be having calculus tomorrow, while I am wearing my school uniform. This is a day I will remember for years.
"Are you sure about me cumming in you? Because I am really close, princess." He groans, the sound coming from deep in his throat.
"Yes, please... I wanna feel all of you." I reply, biting on my bottom lip as I feel myself getting closer.
He groans and gives me his all, pushing me softly on my back and pressing my hips down.
He is groaning, sweating, and cursing as he slams down on me, gluing his hips on mine as he cums, throwing his head back, and clenching his jaw as he orgasms.
I feel the warmth and a weird coziness spread in me, a smile stretching on my face as I reach my peak, my back arching up while his thumb still works on my clit.
After we both come down from our highs, Ashton pulls me in for a kiss, making my heart flutter at how soft this move is.
"We need to get going. The janitor is going to start checking the rooms soon." I comment as I part from him, stroking my thumb over his cheek softly.
"Yeah. Let's get a bit decent." He smiles, pecking on the tip of my nose.
He pulls out of me, causing my walls to contract at the emptiness. I fix my bra and start buttoning my shirt as he works to fix his pants.
"Have you seen my panties?" I look around me, hopping off the desk and landing on my feet.
"Yeah..." He smirks, picking them up from the nearby chair and stuffing them in his pocket.
"What are you doing?" I ask with a chuckle.
"Those are mine now..." He replies, shrugging his shoulders.
"Are you doing that to all the girls you've fucked at our school? Is this some weird kind of collection you keep in your drawers?" I ask and he looks at me with a furrow.
"I haven't fucked anyone from our school. Well, except you, obviously. And no, I don't do that... But I can always start with yours..." He states.
"But the rumors..." I mumble. He approaches me, wrapping his arm around my waist before hushing me with a kiss.
"They are just rumors, love. Wet dreams they have about me every night. Nothing more. Come on now, I am dropping you off home." He winks, keeping his hand there as we walk out of the class.
"I have your creampie on my sex. I can't walk around with no panties." I state.
"I bet it feels great, having my cum trickle down your thigh, doesn't it?" He asks cockily.
We put my bike in the backseat of Ashton's car before driving away from the school campus. I wiggle in my seat, feeling my cheeks heat as I try to get comfortable with Ashton's cum inside me. He seems to find it amusing, his spirit high as he drives.
"This was good..." I admit, reaching for his hand that rests on the gear shift.
"Yeah, it was. Who knew sweet little (Y/N) would be such a devil..." He chuckles.
"Well, I have never been like that before. At least not while having sex... I mean... You are my second, and I guess... Fuck, all I am trying to say is that you brought it out of me." I shrug. He brings his hand to cover mine, grazing his thumb softly over the back of it.
"I like this side of you, princess." He replies, making me bite the inside of my cheek.
"Do you think you can sneak out tonight? I wanna take you somewhere. I promise it is not for sex." He asks me.
"I don't know. But maybe you can sneak in at night. And there will be sex if you do..." I reply devilishly, earning a chuckle from him.
"You are going to fuck me in the same house your parents are going to be?" He asks me with an eyebrow cocked.
"You have an issue with it?" I ask back and he shakes his head from side to side.
"Look at little angel over there, with the devil horns peaking on top of her head..." He comments, reaching in his pocket and handing me my panties. I shrug and stuff them in my backpack, leaning in to kiss his cheek as he pulls into my driveway.
"My parents doze off at 11:30. I'll be by our front door at 12... Try not to make noise." I comment, and he giggles.
"Yes ma'am..." He mocks but moves for a final kiss.