A/N: Don’t worry my sweet babes, I will be doing a part two of the skirt fic—however! Pussywhipped/obsessed Ashveil sorta dommed my brain and I had to write this. I hope you enjoy and thank you so so much for reading!! <3

Let’s be real… Ashveil was mentally undressing you long before the two of you even considered a relationship.

He couldn’t really help it. The instant he laid eyes on you, it was like getting an arrow to the heart (and dick). And as much as he tried to be respectful as he pursued you, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the spot between your legs. About how wet it gets, how tight it was, how warm and soft—how good it would feel wrapped around him.

• A/N: idk bro lowkenuinely feel like Ashveil would have a thing for skirts idk pls enjoy pookies and thank you for reading!! <3

TO BE TRANSPARENTLY CLEAR, this situation is all your fault.

At least, that’s what Ashveil tells you as he pins you to his bed, lips smacking with yours wetly and hand fumbling in its quickness to unbuckle his belt.

“Totally on purpose,” he mutters between aggressive kisses, free hand squeezing and rubbing the meat of your thigh, rolling his hips flush against yours in a desperate search for friction.

“You knew this would rile me up, baby girl.” He’s so hard that you can feel him, just pure heat and thickness, and your cunt throbs in anticipation. Slick pools between your folds in preparation—Aeons, you wanted it so bad.