Y/N Hates Her Birthday With A Passion. Will whoever sent her roses with a card saying: Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it. Chang the situation?
Reader and Ashton Irwin
Warnings: Adult Situations with a Fucking Hot Aussie Drummer, Smutty Birthday Sex, Sexy Times, Mentions Of Fingering and Oral Sex
Author's Note: April 14th is really my birthday. Kind of the inspiration behind the story. Today, I turned 39. It's a long story behind how come I hate my birthday. I'd be happy to give an explanation and also write a part two if it's requested, I get some feedback. Enjoy!
It was April 14th which meant one thing; other than Black Friday it was one of the other days’ dread and hated with a passion which was her birthday. She hoped no one at her work would remember what today was since she did not need a reminder of the fact she was a year older and a step closer to gulp 40. One short year anyway. Y/N had hated her birthdays after her seventeenth when everything bad seems to want to occur on that date. God must have seriously planned for her entry into the world and had a sick sense of humor about it. Y/N sure as hell did not find it the least bit funny.
Knowing her luck, someone would remember her birthday. Hope they were ready to be decked because that is the first thing she would do. Ok, might not be such a good idea considering half of the majority of the clients were celebrities. Seriously, when was the last time someone famous even remembered the receptionist’s birthday?
Y/N walked into her place of employment which was the YMU talent agency for sport, business management, music, drama and comedy, and entertainment talent, but one in a particular client had her fancy, and seemed to star in her dreams. God would she love to have that for her birthday, but it was not meant to happen. Ok so far so good, no one had approached her to mention her birthday. No way to bring or draw attention to herself that was until she neared her desk when she saw a large bouquet of Salmon-colored roses. That just screamed it was someone’s birthday or anniversary. Whoever sent her the roses would be in deep, deep trouble. It only made Lindsee speed walk over to the Receptionist's desk.
She slowly lowered her bag off to the side while she slipped into her chair to notice a card attached to the roses, good a clue as to who was on her hit list as of now for making it a bit obvious to her co-workers it was a day she would like to completely forget. She took a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear before she slipped the card off the roses to read.
Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it.
Your secret admirer.
A secret admirer? Y/N blinked while she re-read the card to make sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her. Who could possibly have a crush on her? Who could possibly have a crush on her let alone known she had one on him? The only two people who knew about her crush were a few of her co-workers and friends who were in a different department. They obviously were behind the roses. Y/N quickly booted up her computer since she needed to know some answers here. She glanced at the roses from the corner of her eye while her computer continued to boot to life at the same time, she flipped open the schedule book for that day’s appointments.
She at least could be prepared and do her job while she plotted how to murder the person behind the roses and get away with it. Y/N quickly scanned the book while she now multi-tasked signing into the computer. Y/N continued to think while she signed into her Samsung S9 group friend chat that she had going on with a few of her friends. She saw her two main suspects were already in there perfect she began to type.
Y/N: Alright, which one of you two decided to send me roses?
ANGIE: Roses? Now who would want to send you roses on your birthday? Oh my God is that today?
Y/N: Please don’t even remind me. I know one of you two sent them.
KATHRYN: Hey, you’re the one who told us not to make a freaking deal out of your birthday. I didn’t send you roses.
ANGIE: I didn’t don’t look at me. Did they come with a note?
Y/N: Of course, it came with a note. You twit.
“Good morning Y/N,” one of the four male Aussie accent-filled voices she began knowing well said which only startled her out of her focus on her phone. She nearly jumped and fell out of her seat at the realization that all four members of 5 Seconds Of Summer were standing there watching her make a fool out of herself while she ranted to her friends via a text message chat. Slowly, Y/N turned her body still in the chair to face which member the voice belonged to, which was Ashton who seemed a bit amused by her behavior and demure. She almost came on the sight of him as she saw this morning, he had on a pair of jeans, with a black short sleeve fitted t-shirt which displayed the classic 5SOS Tally mark Symbol on his outer left wrist and some detail of the Snake Tattoo not hidden by the sleeve of his shirt displayed on his upper right arm. It looked like Ashton had not shaved for a few days which made him have a few days’ worth of growth and stubble. He of course had on his signature “Brothers” symbol chained necklace and gold hoop earring.
It was like an image that had come to life from one of her daily or nightly fantasies she had about this guy. The man had no idea how he would be the death of her or what he was doing to her inside. “Good morning Ash, what can I do for you and the guys this morning?” Y/N calmly asked while inside of her head she was screaming something entirely different and very inappropriate. Ok screaming something entirely different, very inappropriate, and mentally undressing him in her mind in her own bed. Something that Calum, Michael, and Luke likely really did not or should not ever know let alone hear.
“We have an appointment with Joel and Peter first thing this morning . . . I’m sure it’s right there in the book,” Ashton slowly trailed while his stare never left Lindsee. Right the appointment book that is lying flat open. Y/N’s eyes quickly darted down in the direction of the book to flip to page two where 5SOS’s name was printed in a big, large black font. An audible buzz from the text message from the phone sounded which startled her again. “Are you going to answer whoever that is who is anxious for you to respond?” Michael chuckled.
“I uh-yeah of course. I’ll- I’ll call Joel and tell her you’re here,” Y/N stuttered while her hand shook to reach out to grasp the office desk phone next to her computer. Oh God how freaking embarrassing God take me now. Y/N quickly punched in the number her finger nearly fumbling anxiously waiting for the phone on the other end to be answered while the shrill of the ring grew louder and louder each time in her panicky-filled ear.
KATHRYN & ANGIE: Y/N you still there?
ANGIE: What does the note say?
Y/N took a quick glance at her phone’s screen to read the messages while she turned to look back at the ringing office phone in her hand. C’mon Joel answer already before one of your four freaking, hot Aussie clients drive me to an early death by orgasm. Y/N squeaked and jumped startled when finally, Joel answered. “Hi Joel, I just thought I tell you and Peter that you’re 8:30 appointment is here. 5SOS is standing right here waiting to be sent it,” Y/N nearly squeaked in a rushed tone. “I’ll tell them to come in then,” Y/N answered after Joel had given her an answer after a quick laugh. Still, with a shaky hand, she dropped the phone back into the cradle before she looked back over at the group. “You can go in now. They're ready for you.”
Ashton chuckled his trademark laugh which only made Y/N blush. “Thanks, who sent you the roses is it like your birthday or something?”
Lie Y/N, say something other than... “Yes, actually it’s my birthday. Some secret admirer sent them to me. Kind of funny not sure how this person even knew, roses were my favorite type of flower,” Y/N admitted.
“They’re beautiful, just not as beautiful as you. Oh, Happy Birthday to,” Ashton answered still with a smile for her before he and the rest of the band walked off in the direction of Joel and Peter’s office.Y/N could only stare before her trans was broken by another annoying beep from the text message.
ANGIE: Y/N! What does the fucking card say already?!
Y/N: Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it. Love, Your secret admirer. You two are the only ones who know who I like. There is no way in hell he even knows I like him.
KATHRYN: Ha, ha Y/N I think he does know. Especially how the way you act and react while he graces you with his hot Aussie presence. You have a point though; I seriously doubt he would send you roses.
ANGIE: Hey, aren’t they supposed to come in today?
Y/N: Yes, they just did, thus the reason I was deadpanned on sending a response. I was talking to them, he saw the roses and wished me Happy Birthday aaah my day has gone to hell.
Y/N texted while a frustrated filled sigh escaped from her lips. God, now she could not wait for this day to end and to be able to go home to take a long relaxing bubble bath before she curled up into bed to fall into a deep sleep.
ANGIE: Where’s the sexy Aussie now? Is it clear to even talk? He didn’t see what your screen saver on your computer and phone lock screen, wallpaper was did he?
Y/N: Yeah, they just went into Joel and Peter’s office leaving me and given me time to do nothing, since I already have everything done for them both. No, I had it hidden with an open word document and the text messenger screen.
KATHRYN: So did you make an idiot out of yourself in front of your walking birthday wish? You gotta think that we know you better and know that if you could have anything for your birthday and one birthday wish it would be to have Aussie Drummer in your bedroom.
Y/N only softly laughed while she nodded since they had a point she remembered how one night they all were talking over drinks about fantasies that involved men. Something she wished she would be able to experience if God had planned to let her. God just let that intimate experience be with Ashton Irwin.
Y/N: I guess we will be killing time by talking about ways we want to screw Ashton if we had him in the position in our bedrooms.
Y/N typed while she looked down in the direction of Joel and Peter’s office where Ashton sat. This was pathetic she just saw him a few minutes ago and was already anxiously waiting for his walk back past her desk. God, I need to get a freaking life.
KATHRYN: What was he wearing? You did catch what he had on long enough before you turned into a puddle of Jell-O?
Y/N: Oh God, I think he tapped into one of my daily fantasies and picked out that outfit a pair of jeans. Had on his “Brothers” symbol chain, the gold hoop earring. Has on a black fitted t-shirt, has not shaved for a few days. Oh God, I need to have an orgasm badly!
The day only seemed to drag on after 5SOS’s appointment time slot had come and gone. She got to enjoy her sexy Aussie Drummer eye candy and made a freaking moron out of herself to entertain him long enough for the band’s next appointment to see Joel and Peter. Ashton seemed to be the only client of theirs who was able to make her act like she was still a teen in high school and end up falling into moronic-like behavior around the hottest guy at school. For Christ's Sake, she just turned 39 less than 12 hours ago and the guy was 3 months and 7 days short of turning 27 and he could turn and make her act like that? It just seemed so freaking wrong.
For some reason, Ashton seemed to enjoy the walk back past her desk since he decided to tease her with a sexy smile, which only made it worse for her. She could not breathe the moment he seemed to be or was around, almost stopped breathing when he decided to take the leisure upon himself to stop at her desk after Calum, Luke, and Michael all stopped for a moment to wish her Happy Birthday. She sat in her driveway still behind the wheel of her car as she recalled every minute.
“So, Y/N how old are you today?”
“Well, let’s just say still within the fucking thirties. Mid- fucking thirties,” Y/N answered while she forced her brain to operate. Just let him keep guessing what her real age was. He only smiled since the game she had started to play between them seems to become interesting.
“Mid-fucking thirties huh? So does this mean in order to find out how old you are I’d have to go find your driver’s license or I could go ask either Joel or Peter?” Ashton joked which only made her lightly smile.
“If you did that, I’d have to sleep with you then kill ya,” Y/N joked back with a soft laugh. She stopped in mid-laugh when she saw his reaction to that suggestion which was a sexy, wicked smirk.
“Oh, I wouldn’t mind that, I happen to like older, crazy women. Is that an invitation to join you in your bed to celebrate one of your mid- fucking thirties age birthdays?”
He had to be shitting her right? Yeah, that is it, Ashton did love to joke and kid. “I uh- don’t you have like a girlfriend or someone you’re seeing?” Y/N stuttered while she fought hard not to sink down low in her chair.
“I’m pretty much not taken at the current moment,” he casually responded. “Your birthday is only one day a year. You got something crazy planned for tonight with some friends?” Ashton smirked, he enjoyed watching her try to not come apart right in front of him.
God she would love to have him included in her birthday plans if they were not self-deluded thoughts of being alone in her room to ponder what the hell was wrong with her life where it was heading or going as she neared the fourth decade of her life. Like a distraction of sex with him would do much help or wonders. She would kick herself for what she was about to tell the man of her sexual dreams and fantasies. “No, I was just going to go home, take a bubble bath then fall asleep. I really don’t have any plans or had any with friends since self-wallowing doesn’t need the assistance of anyone else but myself.”
“You’re too beautiful to even be alone on your birthday. You do not even look like someone in their mid- fucking thirties. If you change your mind, you can always call me and I can take you out get you drunk, have you revealing what your real age is. Then like you said you can fuck me then kill me afterward.”
It was a hell of a way to end her workday having Ashton Irwin try to pick her up. She grabbed the vase of roses at the same time she shook her keys around to find the house key to unlock the front door. That is when she noticed a shirt-sized wrapped box propped up against the door. She normally would have been a bit pissed off, but after what had gone down today, she would make exceptions. Someone clearly wanted her to know they knew it was her birthday and they gave some type of damn.
Just who seem to give a damn was what she wanted to know. Y/N bent down grabbed the box while she shifted the vase into the other free arm to turn open the doorknob open the door to a half-dark-like house. It was a few minutes after dusk and was getting dark. It was one of those moments where she wished she had someone that she could come, too. A man or a dog either one it would have not mattered.
Y/N closed her front door behind herself while she locked and secured the door’s lock. She did not bother with the lights while she walked straight down the entry hall made a right turn ending up in her kitchen. She placed the roses in the middle of the kitchen counter right before she turned her attention towards the wrapped gift box in her hand. Now, who sent her this gift? She quickly ripped into the box to come across the Victoria's Secret logo. Her interest now fully perked as to who would be sending her lingerie.
There had to be a card somewhere maybe, buried within the contents of the box, She hoped while slipping off the lid to unfold the Victoria Secret logo tissue paper. Her curiosity now seemed very piped and very intrigued maybe to the point where she worried if she may have a stalker on her hand. Oh, that would have made a hell of a life script ending the day she turns 39 she learns she has a deadly stalker who murders her in her sleep. Oh, how fabulous.
The tissue paper moved out of the way she saw silky white material. How the heck did this person even know what color she should wear? There sat a Birthday Card on top of the neatly folded lingerie. She started to notice that whoever the “Secret Admirer” was seemed greatly determined to gift her with “Birthday Sex”. It could not be more subtle when the front of the card design was a “Birthday Checklist” and the checklist items consisted of “You, Me, Birthday Cake, Sparkling Cider, Birthday Sex”. Without hesitation, Y/N unfolded the card to read.
I hope I picked out the right color and size. I want you to wear this tonight after you take a bath or get ready for bed. Just do as I ask and you’ll see why and will greatly enjoy what you get rewarded for following and listening to rules.
Your secret admirer.
“Ok what the hell is this person watching me or something?” Y/N asked out loud while she looked around the kitchen to see and get a vibe to feel if anyone was secretly watching her. She did not feel as if someone was watching her, but the note sent a bit of a chill down her spine. “I better not die at 11:20 tonight by a serial killer or some psychotic stalker,” Y/N muttered while she placed the card down on the counter while she grabbed the box taking it upstairs with her up to her room.
She questioned herself again rather or not if she should follow the directions of the note or what the heck her reward would be if she followed directions while she slipped her purse, she still had dangle off her shoulder near her dresser. She should just follow the damn directions and see what happens what did she have to lose nothing really oh what the hell just follow the damn rules. The first thing she had to do was to take a bath before heading to bed. She seriously needed some time to shave since she had seriously neglected her legs and other areas of her body.
Without hesitation, she quickly stripped out of her clothes while she turned on the water for her bath and allowed the temperature to adjust to the heat she liked. She grabbed her can of shaving cream along with her fresh razor while she slipped into the warm bath while she froze in her spot for a minute. It suddenly felt like she was not exactly alone, but just knowing she was only being a bit too paranoid. She locked all the doors and windows, no one could easily break into the house or gain entry.
Y/N shook her head while she just fully decided to just stick to the note and shave her legs and whatever else she needed to remove hair from. She continued to shake her head while she grabbed the shaving cream to shake the can a few times. She squeezed a good amount in her palm for her first leg which was the right one she had rested on the rim of the tub. The large tub she now occupied seems to be one of the main reasons she had even bought this house since she loved big bathtubs. She mainly spent a lot of time in there rather it be reading and getting lost in a good book or doing something seriously naughty that involved thoughts about Ashton.
That suddenly made Y/N rethink about giving Ashton a call. Was he serious about coming over to fuck her or was he seriously just kidding? Her cell phone sat nearby since she always placed her Galaxy S9 nearby. Maybe it was not such a good idea to call him while in the bathtub since his voice would likely get her into some serious naughty filled trouble. Just shave your legs and whatever Y/N then just put some lotion on and slip on the lingerie. Once again, the feeling of being watched washed over her while she carefully slipped the razor upward from the start of her ankle to not cut herself with it.
Ok, it started to seriously feel weird as if one of her fantasies she had that involved Ashton was not about to remain only in her head or thoughts. In the same fantasy, it had started out with her in the tub alone getting ready for bed, shaving while some lingerie waited off to the side to be slipped on. He would be in the other room in her bed anxiously waiting for her to get out of the sexy garments. Oh, how she would love for that to come true. The thought made her quickly finish off the leg and shave the other one before she worked on her underarms then in the area in between her legs.
She may not have anyone in her life, but it did not stop her from wanting to feel sexy for herself. She was not a prude or some sexual naive who locked herself in a closet or denied herself life’s simple pleasures that one’s hand may bring. Y/N was done shaving before she knew it and quickly discarded the razor into the nearby garbage can while she reached off to the ledge to grab a towel to dry herself off. The feeling of still being watched by a voyeur still would not leave while she dabbed herself dry with the towel before she stopped in front of her sink to grab a bottle of lotion to put on. The Vanilla scent, she had chosen to put on was by an organic company called Loma, which she carefully rubbed onto her arms, legs, and her stomach.
The scent was strong and sensual enough, but not so strong to overrule the senses and to knock out oneself or someone else. Y/N had allowed the lotion to dry on her semi, warm, damp skin before she went over to the toilet seat where she had dropped the box that held the lingerie to take out of the box. She nearly gasped when she pulled out the first piece which was a beautiful, cream-white sensual-looking chemise that fell a few inches above her knees. The straps were spaghetti thin. She had worn the same thing in her dreams she had to wonder how this person even knew this.
There was a matching pair of white silky, sexy panties in the box just enough to leave to the imagination yet enough to look virginally sexy. The pair of panties was cut low enough to be low hip style just what she liked. She had no trouble whatsoever to slip into the panties and slip on the chemise before she quickly focused on styling her hair. Y/N grabbed a large claw clip twisted up her hair into a simple styled French twist which allowed a few strands of her medium mocha balayage color hair to fall loosely around her face. Ok, she liked the finished look and product she just hoped that she followed the directions of the note.
Y/N stared at herself in the mirror she felt confident and sexy, sexy enough to enter her bedroom. She snapped off the lights in the bathroom while she headed into the other room. Odd, she thought was not her bedroom dark when she entered the bathroom nearly thirty minutes ago? The room was practically lit up by Vanilla Scented candlelight. The flames were scattered around the room each flickering in sync. She had to blink to wonder very confused was this even her room or she even belonged in this house. Her reaction while she slowly scanned around the room was to lightly bite at her lower lip which received a soft Goofy childlike-sounding type chuckle from the middle of the room.
That laugh sounded so familiar, which sounded Australian only could belong to one person. There was no way in hell, he was in her room watching her from the darkness or direction of where the hidden chuckle came from, her bed. I seriously must be dreaming or am too tired. She continued to bite at her lower lip while she looked down at the floor to see a trail of soft pink and peach-colored rose petals led a trail to the foot of her bed. She silently gulped while she took a few steps toward the darkness that still hid her bed from the view of the flickering candles.
Her bare feet brushed against the surface of her carpeted floor at the same time the sides of her feet brushed against the silky petals which released the sweet perfume the roses contained. The sweet scent softly assaulted her nostrils. A few more steps toward the foot of her bed and she was able to see or make out a barefoot. From the size of the foot, it clearly was attached to the leg and belonged to that of a man. The leg was clad in a pair of jeans. Slowly, Y/N allowed her eyes to work their way up the length of the denim-clad leg that led upward to a toned bare chest that displayed a small Sugar Skull below the right side underarm. That all-familiar snake tattoo was on full display with no shirt sleeve blocking any details. His toned belly that was on display showed a trail that led down which wickedly hinted what was contained in those jeans belonged to her tonight.
A good hint if the set of hazel eyes did not give away that contained a sexy glint to show some of their intent for the evening along with his sexy, fuckable smirk of his. His white teeth gleamed in the dark. His other hand rested flat on his side while he was half propped up by the help of the dozen pillows half lying down. The fucking sexy few days’ worth of stubble made her lower regions just swoon in a thousand orgasms.
The breath caught in her throat while trying to find her voice while she stopped in front of her bed. “Ash?” Y/N’s voice squeaked out while she found her voice which only received another soft chuckle. “How did you get into my room? I-I mean how long have you been in my bed and house? I mean not that I don’t mind,” she stuttered out with a slight blush.
He smirked mostly in relief to himself that she didn’t seem to be too upset with the idea of how she found him in her room. It was a good time where he could be honest how in the first place he got into her room and her house. “With some help and isn’t it a bit obvious why I’m in your bed? I’m your secret admirer,” he answered while he looked over what stood before him. Fuck, she was beautiful, breathtaking, and seemed crazy about him. Her reaction to the word “admirer” made him amused since she appeared a bit tongue-tied.
“You- you were watching me the entire time I was taken a bath?” she asked while she tried to find her voice again let alone her train of thought.
“Was so tempted to just barge in and take you in the bath, but it appears good things come to those who wait,” he replied while never taken his eyes off of her. “You know I’m getting kind of lonely in your bed alone. Are you going to join me or just stand there all night?” he teased.
He is right, but this is my room and no dream. I can jump him in my own bed, Y/N gleefully thought while she made her feet move off to the side of the bed. She slowly slipped onto the bed while she tried her hardest to make sure the chemise did not inch up her thighs. She had him where she would always want him but had no clue exactly where to start.
She could not move while she froze in her spot sitting on her knees while she looked him over. She took in every inch and detail of what he looked like. “I’m your birthday gift, so unwrap me Birthday Girl.” Oh yes, that is right there had to be a good reason as to why Ashton Irwin lied under her half-naked. He smirked while he observed her slowly crawl forward nervously while she licked her lips.
“Say that again,” Y/N said while she shifted her stance to be able to straddle Ashton’s lap at the same time, she faced him.
Ashton smirked while he felt Y/N settle in his lap. Already, he could smell her arousal and feel her wetness. She barely was around him and already she was sexually aroused. He leaned forward while he placed his hands against her shoulders, close enough so he could smell the delicious taste of her lotion. “Birthday Girl,” Ashton murmured right before he made his move to kiss her.
Fuck I think I just cum! Y/N’s eyes softly fluttered close at the contact of his lips against hers. She softly moaned while she felt his stubble scrape against the sensitive area of her chin. She would never think of the word “Birthday Girl” the same again without the urge to orgasm. Suddenly the room felt hot to her, or maybe it was the fact Ashton’s kiss turned out to be scorching hot. Hot damn he knew how to kiss.
The only sound Y/N could hear besides Ashton’s soft chuckle was the sound of her heart loudly beat and pound in her ears. “It’s all about you tonight, let me grant your deepest, darkest fantasy,” Ashton continued to murmur while he placed soft kisses against her lips.
“Mmm. That could take all night.”
“I got the time,” he softly said while he shifted his kisses place along the side of her cheek. She could only moan while she shifted her head noticed a long stem pink colored rose rested on the table. Was he about to plan what she thought he would do with the rose? “Fuck.You smell delicious.” She shuttered at his words while she felt his hands and fingers shift to grasp the thin fabric straps of the chemise. “Can I have a taste over and over?” he purred seductively in her ear.
Y/N whimpered; she could not even speak while he worked the straps down her arms past her shoulders the touch and feel of his callused fingers while they caressed her skin made her tremble. Her heartbeat faster pounded harder against her chest. The nervousness of not hidden behind a piece of clothing or behind her desk increased the anxiety she had that started to build the moment she saw him in her bed. His fingers followed the same path as the chemise had only to stop right at her breasts.
He stared her straight in her eyes while he allowed his hands to stroke and caress her breasts as if he strummed and played his guitar which besides the drums was the reason behind his sexy callused fingers. His thumbs made slow circles against her nipples while he used his thumbs and forefingers to row them into hardening peaks. It was clear she had reached the stage where she would burst and explode into a flame underneath his touch. “You like that Birthday Girl?” he huskily asked while he continued to look Y/N straight in her eyes. “Want me to go on?”
Of course, she wanted him to go on. Her first response other than the fact she showed Ashton he had her completely tongue-tied. Without any hesitation, Y/N arched her back forward and slightly back to allow Ashton’s hands to be able to grasp her breasts get a bit more of a handful. The movement of how she shifted caused her to brush against him a slight reminder to himself that he was hard. The roughness of the denim rubbed against him. He hissed through his teeth.
He caught the look she gave him while she looked back at him with a look of concern as she continued to arch her back to press into him. The last thing she wanted was for him to be in agony. Her arm inched and moved in between them to rest at the button of Ashton’s jeans. A soft gasp escaped from her lips when she felt one of his hands softly grasp around her wrist, she used to try to undo his jeans. He shook his head while he bought that hand up to his lips. “No, Doll tonight is all about you,” Ashton softly said while he placed a soft kiss there.
“B-but,” Y/N softly replied right before he used the same hand with one of his fingers to place it against her lips to silence her.
“Let’s take care of you first, then focus on me,” he responded now as it became his turn to shift while he laid back to rest and prop against the pillows behind him to have her sit on top of him her back still arched with her offering him her breasts like an offering type sacrifice.
She did not protest this time while she silently took his answer while she felt one of his hands rest and softly wrap around her left breast while he placed his other hand below her breastbone to slowly move down her stomach. “God you are so beautiful,” Ashton murmured while the hand that paid attention to her breast softly caressed her flesh. Goosebumps started to form and pucker from the mixed reaction to the cold air and the touch and feel of his fingers.
She loved his accent she softly continued to shutter underneath his touch and contact of his hands. She loved the slow pace and control he used now to go slowly with her. Did he seem to know she still happened to be a virgin? Is that why he wanted to go slow? Not that she complained or had anything against guys who still wanted to be civilized with chivalry.
She pushed the issue to the back of her mind the moment she felt his other hand continue to inch down her stomach stop at the hem of the pair of panties she wore while she felt the warmness of his breath against her skin.
Slowly, he flicked out his tongue to lick and lap at her nipple that started to harden from the foreplay he had used with his hands the few previous minutes before. He enjoyed her reactions to his touch which made him anticipate the next reaction she would give the moment his lips slowly closed around that hard rosy little peak. “Ooh,” Y/N moaned the moment she felt his mouth seal around her nipple. The feeling of his mouth and stubble against her sensitive skin caused her hands to move to the back of his head press and tangle her fingers into his messy hair. She only seemed to encourage him to go on while she felt his other hand slowly start inch down the front of the silky material.
A soft gasp escaped from her lips as his fingers had made their way down further below the hem of the panties and brushed against her damp skin. She almost jumped out of her skin while his thumb lightly brushed against her clit. His fingers could feel how wet she really had become which only increased the amount of pressure and pace of his mouth. The wetness made it easy for him to allow two of his fingers to enter her allow him to feel how tight Y/N was. Her hips slightly lifted to respond to buck against his two fingers with a low moan that had escaped from the back of her throat. What he did next almost took her over the first edge of the night as he used his teeth to lightly nip and pluck at her nipple.
He adverted his eyes up admired her face in awe which only turned him on more while his thumb continued to massage against her clit the fingers only increased their pace while they slipped in and out of her unexplored and unclaimed territory. The material of his jeans started to feel tight and restricted while the rough material cut into his skin to the point of chaffing. He quickly kissed his way other to the other breast to pay the same amount of attention as he did to the first one right before. Her heart really increased in speed while pounding harder and harder against her chest. The faster her heart seemed to beat the faster Ashton’s fingers move in and out of her with the same great speed.
He could feel her walls tighten around his fingers which only made the perfect time to quickly remove them from inside of her. Y/N whimpered at the loss of his fingers buried deep inside of her while she felt Ashton’s hair lightly tickle against her sweaty, damp skin while the same time his lips brushed underneath the swell of her breast. He slowly slipped his drenched-covered fingers from her panties while the one that paid attention to her breasts slowly moved up her chest, up her neck to stop at the nape of her neck.
He slowly bought one of the drenched fingers up to his mouth slip into his mouth to taste her. The other finger, he slowly moved up to her lips. She could smell how strong her feminine scent was while his fingers lightly brushed against the swell of her mouth right before her tongue lightly slipped out escape licking along the length of his finger to taste herself. She received a groan while his hand found the grasp of her hair clip unclipped her hair. His finger still rested against her lips while she slowly parted them open slid his finger into suck with a soft moan.
She had never really tasted herself before nor really had thought she would be sucking on one of Ashton’s fingers that had been slipped inside of her body a few moments before. This was so freaking hot even for her while she watched his face as she continued to suck and lick his finger. Ashton softly moaned while he finished the task at hand to unclip her hair. She watched as her hair fell around to frame her face and to settle a few inches below her shoulders. He used that same hand to lightly run his fingers through her hair while he dropped the clip off onto the side. What she was doing with her tongue just made him wish she were sucking on his tongue instead of his finger. She slowly released his finger from her mouth the moment Ashton had a lust-filled look fill his hazel eyes. Should she be scared at what he was thinking or planned to do next?
Ashton felt her breath catch in her chest while he started to kiss down her rib cage, down her stomach. Her fingers tightened and grasped within his hair while she softly moaned. “Ash, you’re gonna be the early death of me.” Y/N softly moaned while he softly chuckled as his mouth stopped at her navel.
“Might as well die happy right?” Ashton softly murmured while he placed a soft kiss on her stomach.
“Mmm-hmm,” Y/N softly answered while she watched his hands move down her sides until they settled on the waistline of her panties. He looked up at her silently ask if it was all right for him to still go on with what he had originally planned for next. She silently nodded which she watched him begin slowly slip the panties off her and down her legs. His fingers softly caressed her legs while they made the path down her legs. His mouth remained right there at her navel his stubble continued to tickle at her skin while he snaked his tongue out softly thrust in and out of her navel. “Ooh God baby,” Y/N softly moaned she felt him smirk against her belly while the panties had reached her ankles which allowed him to quickly yank them off. Ashton quickly flicked the discarded panties over his shoulder right before he moved his hands again to the top of her thighs.
She sat naked in his lap as she finally realized that little factor. He sat there for a minute to admire her. His mouth still hovered above her navel. “I want to taste you, Ashton murmured while he placed a few soft kisses on her stomach. She had no idea what to say or think while he quickly shifted to sit up lay her flat down on the bed. His hands were resting right there on top of her thighs. Ashton slowly inched his fingers down lower on her thighs slowly part them open. He deliberately had this all planned out while he continued to kiss his path down lower on her body until he reached the junction in between her legs.
Seriously, she was dripping wet for him already, and had been for most of the evening they both were in her bed. She shivered as she felt his warm breath against her skin her fingers only tightened and tangled deeper into his hair. She did not want him to stop he had gone way too far to just stop. Y/N silently watched while Ashton slowly snaked out his tongue lapped at her clit while with his other arm, he reached out grabbed the long stem rose. She softly moaned her first reaction at the first time someone ever went down on her. He started to lick and lap at her clit at a slow pace while the hand that held the rose rested up the top of her breasts.
He continued with the slow pace of his tongue while the other hand slowly moved the rose in between her breasts the softness of the rose petals felt incredibly sexy against her nipples. They harden against the touch as the petals felt as if Ashton’s tongue were moving in between before the path turned to move down her stomach. He could tell he was driving her crazy which only made him continue to move the flower up and down her stomach while he added his nose into the mix and action of oral. “Mmm, yes,” Y/N softly moaned at the feeling of his stubble against her sensitive folds with the roughness of his tongue. Her back slightly arched up while Ashton slipped in a few of his fingers into her once again. “Ashton ooh my God!”
Ashton smirked while he continued hungrily lapping at her clit like a dog he felt her walls start to tighten around his fingers once again. He felt he had given her enough foreplay with the use of the rose, his fingers, mouth, and tongue. This may have been round one, but he defiantly had a few follow-up rounds on his mind. He slowly sat up which left her gasping from the shock since her body neared orgasm and screamed for him to finish what his seductive, wicked touch had started. Now it was time to get down to full business he thought while he slowly slipped off the bed to stand at the side.
Y/N did not say a word while she seemed to enjoy the view then who would not if they were about to see a form of sexual heaven. Ashton still had the rose in his hand, her favorite flower she would never look twice at the same again without thinking about the sensual, sexual act he had just performed on her. He noticed her eyes advert toward his hand with the rose which only made him smirk. The smirk never left his face while he slipped the stem of the rose in between his teeth. She only could softly laugh while she watched both of his hands now free to be able to undo the button of his jeans. She snapped a mental picture in her head while she sensually used the tip of her tongue to lick her lower lip slightly while she sat up a bit against the pillows.
She stopped licking at her lower lip long enough where her breath catch in her throat for another moment that night while Ashton slowly unzipped his jeans. Just like she had thought, he had let his inner sexual, freakish, kinky side take charge of the night and had gone commando. She could not help but squeal while she turned her head away in embarrassment. A second later, she slowly turned her head back in Ashton’s direction as she heard his jeans hit her bedroom floor with a soft thud. It was the “You can both look and touch the Aussie Stud” moment she had dreamed about doing so ever since she became a fan of the group over 8 years ago.
He softly smiled at the squeal of delight reaction while he slowly slipped back into bed wrapped his arms around her waist which pressed her closer against him. She clearly could feel his hardness press against her and feel what she had caused him to feel and want. One hand found its way like before to the back of his head while the other slowly started to touch and caress up and down his spine and back before her fingers found their way up his broad shoulder blades to do the same thing. Her fingers felt so erotic as they touched and caressed at his skin. Would, being inside of her feel this good? “Do you want to be on the top or the bottom?” Ashton softly asked right before he bent his head down to softly kiss and to softly pull and tug at her bottom lip with his teeth.
“Mmm,” Y/N started her response while her head tilted up to return his semi, sensual, erotic type kiss by a slow slip of her tongue lightly trace his top lip. “I like you on top of me. I enjoy having your eyes look into mine,” she answered while her right leg shifted to rest and brush up against his bare hip to rest.
She seriously had put in some serious thought about this special night and how she planned to lose her virginity, and he had to admit to himself that he felt a little damn special that she wanted to give a little piece of herself and her soul to him. Could that what made her have this very sexy allure he could not exactly explain? He just slightly nodded while he returned her kiss. “Whatever the Birthday Girl wishes. Are you ready?” Ashton softly asked while he looked into her eyes to give her a chance to back away if she chose so.
“Yes,” she softly replied back while she watched his arm stretch out across to the table again grabbed a squared foil package. He came prepared from the looks of it, which only tugged at her heart. Ashton had sat back up while he carefully ripped open the foil slipped out the rolled-up latex. He looked over his shoulder to catch her eye while she watched him. She tried so hard not to blush and he knew why. This really had to be the first time she ever saw the opposite naked let alone sexually aroused. She did not seem so very sexually naive. Her reactions just made her twice as desirable. She clearly did adore him.
He slowly inched toward her so that he would not overwhelm her. He fought so hard not just to take and bang her, this time was meant to be savored for her to enjoy. He slowly lowered his weight back on top of her while he grasped her thigh rest and wrapped her leg around his hip. He slowly inched her up a bit up the pillows and looked down at her. “Hey Doll, you probably have already figured out that I know that you are still in possession of your V-Card Status. It has been how come, I have been going slow, not to scare you. This may hurt a little. I’m sorry in advance,” Ashton apologized while he bent down so that he could softly kiss her. She silently nodded while she watched him raise his hips while he got ready for entry.
Y/N braced herself for the sharp pain as what was left of what could be considered her barrier was about to be broken. She stared straight into his eyes as he slowly pushed his way into her doing his best where he did not hurt her. She nearly sat up about ready to scream as his mouth came crashing down on hers. He held still which allowed her to get used and adjusted to this new foreign item that had entered her body. He continued kissing her while he slowly began moving in and out of her. Her hands had resumed their lively activity of touching him. She continued to touch him if she did not cling onto him as the tempo of his hips slightly increased.
Ashton had become slightly brazen while his pace had picked up. Seductively he had slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues slowly started to mate and dual as any last forms of Y/N's restraint had melted away. God, she was tight, Ashton softly groaned while he went faster and faster. He pulled himself away from their kiss while he looked down at her. Her lips appeared swollen from the steamy kiss, her eyes close to misty blue. She was so close.
She softly whimpered as she felt his hand slip in between them to pay some very intimate attention to her clit while his mouth began an attack at the side of her neck to kiss, nip, and bite. “Ashton,” Y/N whimpered while her hips nearly bucked off the mattress. So close, so damn close. Her nails quickly reacted and responded by digging into his shoulder blades to the point of drawing blood. Ashton grunted in response the speed of his on her hand increased the same time his hips had. They both were not going to last much longer.
Her vaginal walls quickly started to close around him as the reaction to his hand and thrusts triggered her orgasm. “I oh God!” Y/N shouted as the feeling of complete sexual bliss washed over her body. She shuttered while she clung to Ashton. He continued to piston himself in and out of her before, her walls had snapped close around him.
“Oh Y/N, oh fuck!” Ashton grunted while he grasped her by the hips rode out the intense feeling. He grunted again right before he exploded inside of the condom while he collapsed on top of her. Ashton felt as if his lungs were about to explode while he gasped for air. His head had landed on Y/N’s chest which heaved up and down in protest from the lack of oxygen. He looked up at her when he felt her fingers lightly run through his hair. He slowly sat up still breathless while he leaned forward to kiss her.
“Thank you,” Y/N softly said which took him by surprise.
“Thank you for what?” Ashton asked her a bit confused.
“For tonight, it was one of the best birthday gifts I ever had,” Y/N answered receiving a smile from him.
“You’re welcome. Can I tell you something?” Ashton asked while he moved up to her ear. “You don’t look 30 fucking 9,” he softly said with a soft chuckle.
Y/N gasped while she sat up to lightly push him away. “How- how the hell did you know?”
“Simple, I asked both Joel and Peter, plus your friends told me your age when they told me about your fantasy that involved me,” he answered back now with a smirk.
“Oh, you!” She grabbed one of her nearby pillows and whacked him with a soft laugh as she thought she owed a few people a large thank you tomorrow morning.
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