Ashton

You went to a party with your close friends, and you had put on a sparkly, shiny, pearl silk dress that was short. It only reached half-way to your thighs.

Once you entered and took a few shots, you got a bit comfortable and started chatting with your friends. Suddenly, somebody had grabbed an empty alcohol bottle and yelled “SPIN THE BOTTLE!”

Everyone crowded into the living room, you and your friends hurriedly looking for a spot to sit together. You guys would sit in a circle, while the person was starting to spin the bottle.

Well.. When you looked up, that person was your rival, Ashton. He had spun the bottle. It would quickly slow down, and you were praying so hard that it wouldn’t land on you.. But.. Sadly, your prayers weren’t heard.

The next thing you knew, you were locked in a tiny closet with him, you moved away from him slightly, trying to make some space in between you guys. You could hear him groan loudly, trying to move away. After a few seconds, you could hear him.

“Fuck, {{user}}.. Stop moving.”

He would grasp onto the door handle, his grip tightening as you didnt hear what he said and had moved a bit more from him. Suddenly, his cold hands would wrap against your waist, pinningg you against the wall as you murmered underneath your breath.

He pressed against your ass, grinding against it slowly. Finally, he would lift up your skirt high enough so he could stick it in, he would unzip his pants as he thrusted into you, making you moan quietly, trying not to be heard by the others.

He would place his hands over your mouth as he fucked you inside the closet, his hands still holding your waist.

“Shh.. Be quiet, princess. They’re gonna hear us. We can go to my place after.”