It had been two weeks since Ashton had woken up next to the tattoo clad blondie and two weeks since he'd last felt completely fulfilled. Every night since then had seen Ashton tossing and turning under his sweat soaked sheets, cock hard and leaking as he remembered the way blondie pounded into him, nails tearing into the flesh at his hips.
It was years since Ashton had felt the touch of another, but now that he had, he craved it like it was the last glass of water he'd ever drink. When Daisy's mom had died, Ashton vowed to dedicate all of his time, attention, and love to raising their little girl the way Peach would have wanted. She was his best friend after all, and Ashton knew that she'd find a way to smite him if he didn't. But now that he'd once again tasted the intoxicating flavor of another person, he didn't think he could go back.
Of course he felt guilty, Ashton hated leaving his daughter just to go to work in order to provide for the two of them, so for him to drop his daughter off with his sister just so that he could go indulge himself made him feel queasy. What made him feel even more queasy? The fact that the blonde who fucked him into the mattress two weeks before might have been his daughter's ballet teacher's boyfriend.
The thought caused him to throw up his lunch the minute he and Daisy had returned home that day after ballet, hating himself already for being a homewrecker. He hated himself but he couldn't bring himself to tell Crystal, not yet, he just didn't know how. And the last thing he would want would be for Crystal to take out her hatred on Daisy and kick her out of class for her father's mistake. Every time he thought about it, it made his stomach turn.
Yet, he still couldn't stop thinking about the blonde haired beauty. He even burnt Daisy's Saturday morning pancakes when he was too caught up salivating over a daydream of what it might feel like to run his tongue over the man's hip tattoos. He felt like a horrible father, but he still didn't stop himself from rubbing one out in the early hours each morning when he remembered what it felt like to have the man's long fingers wrapped around his waist.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddyyyyy!" Daisy's twinkling giggles cut through the air seconds before the wind was knocked out of Ashton as Daisy launched herself onto his sleeping figure.
With a loud 'ooft', Ashton sat up in bed, wrapping his arms around his little girl and blowing a raspberry onto her cheek."Daddy noooo!" She whined as she scrunched up her nose and pushed him away, and Ashton couldn't help but sigh as he watched her in amusement.
"You look just like your mommy when you scrunch your little nose up, did you know that?" He tickled her stomach and laughed as she squealed in delight."Like mommy?"
"Yeah, act so much like her sometimes. But you look just like me, that's why you're so gorgeous!" Daisy laughed again as Ashton hoisted her up before throwing her down carefully on the other side of his large bed. Daisy was a bit too young yet to understand the concept of death, so whenever she asked where her mother was, Ashton just dismissed it, saying she had to go to a better place. Ashton always felt bad when he mentioned Peach around her, but he couldn't help it, Daisy reminded Ashton so much of his deceased best friend.
"Dadda, we go to the park today?" Ashton glanced over at his bedside table to see the glowing green numbers on his digital clock. He groaned when he noticed it was only a little after 6 am, of course his daughter would be up before daylight hit.
"Well, since I don't have work until tonight, how about we sleep for another hour, then I'll make us some breakfast and we can hit the park before we have to go grocery shopping this afternoon. How does that sound?" Daisy groaned when Ashton wrapped her in his arms and snuggled into his little girl, closing his eyes and attempting to rest for even a couple more minutes.
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Daisy (lashton)
Fanfiction*PREVIOUSLY TITLED "ARE YOU MY MOMMY" The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions...