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Remember to stream CALM since someone fucked up and sent out 10k albums too early and it fucked with the stream counts now

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Everyone assumes Band is the one bean on this blog who has her shit together, but I need you to understand that she would react to this oddly specific scenario almost exactly like this.

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Pretty sure the upper peninsula is magic #cranewives #workworkwork #bandblogging #puremichigan #ironmountain #gretsch #fender #gibson

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Lemon trees & poppy seeds - (Ashton Irwin imagine)

Pairing:Ashton Irwin x reader

Words: 1k

Summary: Ashton's new hobby is gardening and for that you need a garden right? - Lemon tree boy essentially

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Whenever Ashton picked up a new interest he dove in head first. Sure his drumming worked out incredibly well but some things didn't last as long. The expensive coffee machine he had bought to learn the craft of coffee-making was only used by you at this point. You knew the basics and Ashton had decided that his favourite coffee shop might have a bit more experience than him.

This time however it was gardening. His first lemon tree was growing quite well and after spending so much time at home during this break this was his new interest. He had dragged you along to buy all the essentials a day prior and now it was time to plant. Gardening equipment was strewn across the backyard in a random fashion. The big planter boxes you had bought were the only things neatly organized in a row. Ashton crouched in front of one, filling it with potting soil from a bag that was carelessly ripped open. Even though it was only half ten in the morning it was already surprisingly warm. The plants would be more shaded in the even hotter afternoon but they would be exposed to the sun during the early hours. Ashton's cargo pants were already covered in dirt, a few dirty handprints on the tank top he was sporting. You stopped in your tracks, watching your boyfriend work for a moment. He had pulled one of his old bandanas out of the closet to keep his hair out of his eyes. A look you had kinda missed, not that you would let that slip to him though. He was whistling a melody that was unfamiliar to you, but in rhythm to his steady shoveling of soil. "Iced coffee babe?", you finally asked him and broke your silence. Ashton jerked up a little, breaking his rhythm before turning towards you. "That be great" He grinned at you widely. You smiled back and sauntered back into the house.

With you limited knowledge of the coffee machine and some things out of the freezer you managed to prepare some iced coffee that was at least comparable to the bought-kind. There were still two lemon and poppy seed muffins left over from the day before. You quickly grabbed them and placed them on the tray, ready to join Ashton outside again.

When you placed the tray on the grass next to Ashton only the last two tubs were still empty. "Getting along well?" You asked him. He nodded in response, grabbing one of the coffees and taking a big sip. "In a year we can make our own" - you gave one of the muffins to your boyfriend - "the poppies should bloom by next year, right?".

Your breakfast break was kept rather short as Ashton wanted to get as much done as possible before it got even hotter. You had changed your clothes and were now in similar cargo shorts, ready to help him out. Ashton had shed the tank top and was now working topless, a sight you could never get tired of. A smirk formed on your lips as you watched the muscles in his back and shoulders move. He was once again whistling a melody to himself while sorting out all the seeds and plants he wanted to sow. The second lemon tree sapling you had bought had already found it's place in a new pot right next the older one. "These ones are for vegetables, those for fruit or herbs and that one for flowers". Ashton pointed to the different planter boxes in front of him. You nodded and picked up the first packed of seeds. Leafy Salad, something you should be able to harvest quite soon.

As a team you managed to also plant sweet potatoes, peas and peppers, strawberries and herbs for the kitchen. Your fingers smell like mint and basil when you finished planting the produce, reminding you of the dishes you'd like to cook with them. Ashton brushed off his gloves on his pants, soil flying everywhere. "That looks good" He glanced over the work you had just done, approving of the new garden. "Just the flowers missing" He picked up the last packages and read through the instructions once again.

The various seeds were scattered across the soil and lightly covered, ready to start growing either this or next year. You pulled the water hose behind you across the grass, twisting the nozzle open once you were close enough to the boxes. The fresh soil absorbed most of the water quickly and your new plants were ready to grow.

Ashton joined your side, swiftly grabbing the hose and targeting you with the cold water stream. You let out a loud shriek, turning away to shield your face. Your top was soaked and the cold water pickled on your skin. "You asshole" You shouted out and ran towards him. You had to play tug of war for a moment before grabbing hold of the hose again and spraying Ashton. He yelped at first as the cold water hit him, laughing after slightly adjusting to the temperature.

You played like children for a while, spraying each other down with the water until you were shivering from the wet clothes that clung to your body. "Alright, you win." You announce loudly, letting Ashton cheer for himself.

"You know, I love how this place is coming along." - you muttered, watching the last drops of water fall from the planter boxes - "it's really getting cozy and homey now" "That's good, seeing as it's our home" Ashton placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. "Our home, huh?" Even though you had been living at his place for a while now, he had never officially asked you to move in and you usually still referred to it as his place. "Yes, our place, our home. Wouldn't be that without you here", he pushed a strand of hair out of your face before pressing a kiss on your cheek.

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Drunk talks (Luke Hemmings Imagine)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x reader

Words: 1.3k

Warning: alcohol

Summary: You're one of Luke's old best friends but lately you've kind of lost each other, showing in frustration. It takes a bottle of wine and finally some time alone to properly talk again.

A/N: to be completely honest this started as a drunk idea and ended as another drunk idea sorry. I actually kinda like it even though my drunk mind played it out a lot more dramatically.

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Celebrity functions were fun even if you were just the guest of a guest. The fun ended however when you had to leave alone, the only person to both come and go without a date. Even if one of your friends invited you, they were always gone before or without you.

Luke had invited you out once again and even though you went there together it was obvious you weren't a couple. Luke had started to flirt with a girl not even ten minutes after arriving and soon you were the only one left at the bar table. This wasn't anything new and you had tried to stop caring a long time ago, you were there to support them during the official part and left shortly afterwards. The huge New York City Penthouse the band had rented for the week was split up into smaller rooms with common areas in between, a lot more fancy than you were used to. You opened the front door after finally leaving the location, tossing your shoes in the hallway and stomping into the strangely huge kitchen. There were bottles of wine in the not so mini bar and you found some peanuts in a bowl next to it, all charged to the boy's cards thankfully. The bottle made a loud pop when you pulled out the cork, letting it fall infront of you room door, you were already tipsy from the function but you wouldn't mind getting wasted in your own time.

You bounced onto the bed, careful not to spill any of the wine. You sighed after taking the first sip, waiting to feel the buzz. It took a while but between endlessly scrolling through your phone and devouring half of the bottle, the time went by quickly. You only realised how late it had gotten when the front door got shut loudly, footsteps moving through the penthouse. A few moments later someone pushed open your door, leaning against the doorframe.

"Why did you leave and what are you doing?", he asked, now clear to you that it was Luke. Great, the one person you really didn't want to talk to right now.

"I'm getting drunk Luke, what does it look like?", you huffed, taking another swig off the bottle. "Why?", he asked, still standing in the door way. "Why? Why can't I get drunk on my own? Can't do it with you guys cos you always leave me when you found somebody better, another girl, another famous person, anyone but me", you started but mumbled the ending. "What?", he asked again, finally moving into the room. "You heard me. What does it matter to you? You won't be around to see it will you? Isn't there a girl next door, waiting for you", you scoffed at him and took another swig out of the wine bottle. "Y/N what are you on about? No there is nobody waiting", he interrupted you. "Well that's a surprise", you actually were surprised, not that you would let him know that. "Put the bottle down and talk to me", he tried to reason with you again but he only earned another scoff and roll of your eyes.

"No you get a bottle and then we can talk", you pointed to the kitchen that you had gotten your bottle from. Luke grumbled something to himself before leaving and stomping to the kitchen. You heard the familiar pop of the cork before Luke walked back into your eye sight. He took a big swig, pulling a face before shaking his head and taking another one. "Fine", Luke muttered before closing the door behind him, "What's going on Y/N?". You let out a long sigh but sat up on the bed and patted the space next to you. "What's going on is that I don't even know why I am here", the annoyance in your voice wasn't subtle. "You're here because I invited you", he looked at you confused. "But why?", you tried to continue your thought but were interrupted by Luke. "What do you mean why? We're friends and we want you to join us", he threw into the room and looked at you sternly. "Good, you're not just lying to me but yourself too", you grinned and couldn't help but giggle at his confused face. "Oh C'mon you invite me but ditch me as soon as you find someone better, don't tell me you haven't noticed.", your giggle turned into a scoff and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his lost expression. "It's as if a camera on you scares you away from me", you tried to explain but your feelings were hard to put into words. "What? Never, you're my friend, we promised each other...", Luke blurted out but you interrupt him again. "Exactly, you promised that your fame wouldn't change our friendship but it has, a lot", you grumbled.

Sure you knew that things would actually change, somewhat at least, one of your best friends becoming part of a worldwide known band had to change some things. You expected to hear from him less, see each other even fewer times but what happened wasn't expected. You didn't hear from him for weeks just for him to call you up and invite you as an apology, still sometimes behaving like a bad friend. To you this didn't feel like a friendship anymore, it felt like a chore. "This is just another apology for for you to behave like a dick towards me and our friendship", you huffed out your own realisation, "I'm sick of it, either commit to this friendship like a normal person or don't but I can't do this anymore". His face clearly told you that he wasn't getting the point you were trying to make. You tried again and again and even at the end you weren't sure if he understood you.

"What can I do?", he asked, his head still hanging low. "What do friends do Luke?", you asked him. He took another big swig from his wine, pointing to your bottle. "I think it is time for a deep talk huh?", he said and motioned for you to drink some more. You did as he had motioned and finally felt the alcohol buzz in your veins.

Over an hour later both of you had finished your bottles and had finally spilled everything that was weighing down your heart. It had been too long since you both had this kind of talk, something you used to do on a regular basis. "I'm sorry Y/N", Luke muttered and pulled you closer, "I was so busy and focused on everything else that I forgot that this is so much more special to me". You sighed happily and pressed yourself against him, a warm feeling surrounding you, wether it was the alcohol or him it didn't matter. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch, I should have talked to you earlier," you finally admitted to him. "it's just important that we still have each other",he answered and wrapped his arms around you. "Promise me, we won't lose each other again like this", you whispered into his shoulder, sure he heard you. "Pinky promise this time", he let you go and held out his pinky. You intertwined it with yours and nodded.

"Mind if I sleep here tonight?", he asked you before pulling you closer again. "I'd be offended if you didn't", you chuckled back before trying to uncomfortably take you bra of under your dress. "Don't look", you told him before getting out of his grip and somehow taking off your bra without taking off the, thankfully, quite stretchy dress. It wouldn't be the most comfortable night but you really didn't care at all. You were wrapped in Luke's arms before you had time to lay back down and halfway fell onto him.

"I missed our sleepovers", he muttered into your ear. "Me too", you snuggled up to him, feeling his heartbeat against your own body.

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Red-eye Flight (Michael Clifford Smut)

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warning: Smut, NSFW

Summary: A red eye flight turns steamy between you two, but obviously just for a quick while. Basically an inauguration into the mile high club. (but like unrealistic obvs)

A/N: part of this sat in my half written section forever... So eh yeah this was kinda inspired by the two line "We'll be sleeping on a red-eye flight", "we'll be fucking on a red-eye flight", from Miley Cyrus's 'D.R.E.A.M'

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We'll be sleeping on a red-eye flight

We'll be fucking on a red-eye flight

Tiredness had became a part of you when you left your old life to join your boyfriend on tour. The nights were late, mornings were early, the bus was tight and a different bed each night didn't help. Around week five you had just accepted your new state, falling asleep in seconds when the opportunity arose.

"The nap-masters have risen from the dead", Ashton laughed but patted the spot next to him on the bench. The bus was shaking on a rocky road and you felt Michael's hand grip you a little firmer. "Well at least some of us have superpowers", you grinned back at him and a yawn escaped you.

Michael sat down next to you on the bench and began to comb through his bed hair with his fingers.

The band was on their way to the next city and during the drive you and Michael had decided to take a nap, by now you could probably even call it a shared hobby. "If you call it that", Calum rolled his eyes at you but couldn't hide his smile.

An interview, a show and a city later you were sitting at the airport, waiting for your flight to board. Taking a flight after a show was always a rush, nobody being as ready as they should have been. You had barely sat down when you were already rushed onto the plane. You and Michael were given two spacious seats next to each other, enough space to almost lay down completely. The first class was pretty empty, you actually felt a bit of privacy on a flight for once. Adrenaline was apparently still pumping through Michael's veins though as he just couldn't sit still during take-off. "My god will you just shut up", you chuckled in a joking tone. "Nope," he said, popping the p loudly. "Do you think I could still switch seats?", you grinned at him. "Don't you dare", he chuckled back and poked your side. You rolled your eyes and sighed deeply, all in fun of course.

It took about an hour for Michael to calm down, by then most of the others had already fallen asleep. You were quietly talking about the last two shows they had played. Michael had awkwardly placed an arm around you, trying to somewhat cuddle. His head was laying on your shoulder, his lips brushing against your neck while talking. Goosebumps crawled along your skin and Michael's talking slowly turned into kisses along your neck. He was shadowed by you but it still made you jump when you heard a stewardess make some noise a few rowes back. "Michael", you hissed at him and pulled away a bit. "C'mon hun, nobody sees us", he bit his lip and whispered. The next wave of goosebumps hit you, this time because of excitement. There was something exhilarating about making out in a public place, something dangerous about it. You leaned towards him and whispered, "no sound, not a thing,", before twisting your neck and attacking his with your lips.

Soft kisses turned into nibbles and soon there was a mark left on his neck. The excitement took over you and it was hard for you to not crawl into his lap. His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand from his chest down towards his crotch. You let him guide you and a bigger smirk formed on your lips once you felt the clear bulge under your palm. Your eyes shot up at him and the pleading look he gave you made your mind race with ideas.

Your seats were still too public, no matter how much you would've tried to hide, it would have felt too exposed. The only other option was the toilet cubicle, small but certainly more privat. Now you had to find the right moment to not be caught by the stewardesses. It took a couple of minutes before they made their next round, pushing a cart with snacks into the economy class, it should buy you enough time to get to the cubicle.

"Now", you whispered and stood up silently, looking around once more before walking to the back. You slipped into the small room, waiting for Michael to squeeze in before locking the door. "You", you muttered and pushed him down onto the closed toilet. Michael helped you push down his sweatpants, his dick springing free. He breathed in sharply when the air hit it, making you look up at him. You winked at him before biting your lip and quickly dropping your face towards his crotch.

The first lick across the head of his dick prompted another sharp inhale before he bit his own hand, trying to muffle his sounds. You grinned to yourself, proud of Michael's reaction to your touch. Your tongue marked the shaft with wet patches, dragging pre-cum all the way down.

Michael's breathing hitched again, followed by a deep sigh the first time you finally wrapped your lips around his dick. You knew in the back of your head you had to hurry up but you couldn't not tease him a little bit before.

You moved swiftly, taking in more of him and working the rest with your hands. Michael did his best to keep quiet, only some whimpers and muffled moans escaping his hands. His dick hit the back of your throat, almost making you gag. Your movements got faster to try and speed up your mission. Michael placed his free hand on the top of your head, encouraging you to push yourself a little further and taking more of him. You bobbed your head up and down, letting his dick hit the back of your throat a couple of times. One of your hands played with his balls, something your knew drove Michael crazy. "Fuck Y/N, I'm almost...",he choked out before having to bite his hand again to hide a deep moan.

You swirled your tongue across the head, your hands moving up and down his shaft in a quick pace. "Ready?", you whispered to Michael and waited for him to nod. You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down again. His hips began to buckle up, his tip once again hitting the back of your throat. He moved his hips in rhythm with you for a moment but soon his movements became sporadic and you knew he was about to cum.

One of your hands pushed down his hips while the other continued to jerk him off. You lifted your head slightly, licking the tip until finally Michael hit his climax. You did your best to swallow all of his cum but some ended up running down the corner of your mouth. You gave the tip one last lick before sitting up and smirking at Michael while pushing the rest of his cum into you mouth. He was breathing heavily, teeth marks all along his hand. "Fuck that..", he couldn't even finish his sentence before he had to take a deep breath. You chuckled silently and stood up, turning towards the sink and washing you hands. "You should clean up babe", you motioned towards the roll of toilet paper.

"C'mon", you grinned at Michael and threw the paper towel away. He opened the door and peaked out before pulling you behind him out of the small room. You followed him down the hall, letting your eyes drift over the sleeping people. You fell back into your seat, just a second before a stewardess came out of the economy class. You felt your cheeks heat up when she stopped, seeing you awake and asked if she could get you something. You quickly denied and smiled awkwardly, waiting for her to move on.

"That was close", Michael muttered into your ear. "Yeah, almost a little too close for my taste", you grinned, but still felt the excitement. "Thanks anyway, I'll repay you next time", Michael smirked back and pressed a kiss on your cheek.

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Taking care (Ashton Irwin smut)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 1k

Warning: Smut/NSFW

Summary: You had a stressful week and at the end of it Ashton finally help you to forget it - aka 1k of pure smut, Ashton gets you off

Part 2

A/N: Hey so I took a break after December but I will hopefully be back almost every week, this week it's pure dirty smut and I even feel like this deserves a part two

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The last week had left you with no energy to go out on the weekend. It was finally Saturday evening and you were so glad to just sit on the couch and relax. Work had been extremely busy, getting even more stressful when in the middle of the week a big project you were working on ran into problems. Home wasn't much better since Ashton was so stressed out and busy with the new music. All the house chores of the week were left for you to do and everything you started during the week turned into a burden. You were absolutely fed up, not wanting to do anything for the evening.

Ashton however had mentioned a house party he wanted to go to. He had asked you if you wanted to join him but you had declined, hoping silently that he would stay home with you. So far he didn't seem to though.

You were sitting in the living room, casually watching some TV while flipping through the take-out menu on your lap. "You sure you don't wanna join me?", Ashton made you turn to him when he walked into the room. "Nah that's the last thing I need after my week", you answered him and placed the menu back on the table. "Really stressful huh?", he asked and made the motion for you to scoot down the couch a little. You nodded and moved a bit, giving him enough space to sit behind you. Ashton wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, a leg of his on either side of you. Ashton's hands came up and rested on your neck, slowly massaging your stiff shoulders. "You're really tense", he muttered. "Don't you have to leave for that party?", you asked and turned around a bit. Ashton's hands twisted you straight again and rubbed your shoulders harder. "No, I've got time, I know I didn't do enough this week for you', he said in an apologetic tone, but his fingers working magic on you were enough to forgive and forget.

You leant into his touch and felt yourself relax more and more the longer he kept massaging you. Relaxation took over you and a small moan fell from your lips. "You like that babe?", Ashton chuckled slightly but started focusing on the exact spot. "Hmh", you moaned out again.

Ashton had picked up on what he also hadn't done with you all week. Just his hands on your back and shoulders were already enough to make you feel so good. "I think something else needs a little massage", he muttered into your ear and made you get goosebumps. His hands left your back and you were now leaning against his chest.

The second his fingers brushed over your nipples, even with your bra still on you closed your eyes and let him take over you. He knew what you liked and you hoped he would do just that. He teased you over your bra for a while, slowly starting to arouse you. He pressed soft kisses on your neck and pulled on your earlobe with his soft lips. Another moan fell immediately from your lips when he pushed his first hand under your bra and began playing with your left nipple. "Don't just tease me", you groaned out, getting him to fumble with your bra until it came off. He was now freely playing with you hard nipples, pinching and stroking them enough to make you feel wet.

You let him play with your boobs for a little while longer before reaching up and grabbing his hands. "If you don't want me to have to masturbate again, you better start actually doing something", you turn and look at him impatiently. Ashton smirked back at you and let his hands roam down your body until he reached your sweatpants. With a little bit of struggle you managed to take your sweatpants off, leaving him with only your underwear to take care of. His hand slipped into your panties and soon two fingers were rubbing your folds, seemingly enjoying how wet he had already made you. "Mhm baby girl already so fucking...", he muttered into your ear but was interrupted by the moan that escaped you once he slipped a finger inside you. A second finger followed, slowly pumping in and out of you. You threw your head back and rested it on his shoulder, closing your eyes in pleasure.

Moans and whimpers fell from your lips, letting go completely. Ashton pressed kisses along your jaw while now adding his thumb to the mix, slowly circling around your clit. "Fuck Ash", you breathed out and pressed your hip into his hand. He sped up his pace, pumping in an out of you with two fingers while his thumb was now aggressively rubbing your clit. You felt the first signs of an orgasm coming up and you knew it wouldn't take you much longer. "I'm getting close", you moaned out, slurring the words in bliss. "I love it when you're so desperate for me", Ashton's words only made the feeling stronger. The muscles in your legs started to shake and your toes curled up the second he hit the right spot once more and you knew you couldn't stop now. "I'm cumming", you manged to choke out before your orgasm fully rolled over you, making your legs shake. Ashton kept his speed up, working your through your orgasm.

Once you had come down from your high he slowly pulled his hand out of your panties, admiring your wetness that was still on them. You knew what he wanted, he had asked you a couple of times and this time you gave in. You lunged forward and began sucking on his fingers, tasting yourself. Now it was him that couldn't hold a moan back. "You're so fucking hot", he muttered.

You were still breathing heavily a few moments later when you sat up straight again. "Fuck me", you breathed out, finally satisfied. "Dinner break, then I'll gladly oblige", Ashton smirked at you before eyeing the take-out menu that had fallen off the table.

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Taking Care Pt. 2 (Ashton Irwin smut)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x reader

Words: 900+

Warning: NSFW

Summary: Part 2 of Taking Care, Ashton honors his promise and properly fucks you.

Part 1

A/N: There ya go my little nasties, more than 900 words of pure smut

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Ashton was a man of his word. He was able to cancel the party at the last minute and stay home with you.

Empty pizza cartons were laying on the living room table, the take-out menu hastily thrown besides them. Dinner had given you enough time to come down and get horny again. Kissing on the couch quickly turned into furious making out. Ashton's back was pressed into the couch, your hands at his side, your legs straddling him. You moved your lips rhythmically against his. You let your hips grind against him in the same rhythm, making him moan quickly.

"Bedroom Y/N", Ashton groaned out and tried to push himself up. You nodded but teased him once more rolling your hips into him before getting up. He let out a deep moan and took a second longer to get up from the couch. You headed out of the living room and down the hallway. Ashton sped up, catching you just outside the bedroom door, pressing your against the wall. "You're so naughty today aren't you", he whispered into your ear and made the hairs on your neck stand up. "What are you gonna do about it?", you asked back and smiled at him cheekily. His answer was to attack your neck again, finding just the right spot to make you melt into his touch. He lightly slapped your ass, getting you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. He was still fully dressed but you could clearly feel his boner as you wrapped yourself around him. Ashton tried to support you as much as he could while slowly walking into the bedroom.

Your back hit the bed and Ashton was now the one above. His knees at your sides, looking down at you with pure lust in his eyes. You gripped the hem of his shirt trying to pull it over his head. He helped and was soon in only his boxers. You stared at his chest, biting your lip in admiration. Before you could do anything else he had bent down and attacked your nipples again. You let your head fall back and enjoyed his lips on your hard nipples. Between sucking and nibbling on them you could feel your panties getting even more soaked, pretty sure you could just throw them away afterwards. "Ash please", you didn't need more words between you, he knew exactly what you wanted. "So-", he kissed down your stomach, "-fucking-", he moved next to you, pulling at his boxers, "-desperate." He was right and when he finally pulled down his boxers and his hard dick sprung free you couldn't hold yourself back. You sat up, crawling towards him and licked a long strip from his balls to the head. He sharply sucked in air and his dick twitched right in front of you. "Won't last if you do that", he groaned and pulled you up. "Preference?", he asked and raised an eyebrow. Your cue to choose a position for tonight. "You choose", you grinned back and his eyes almost appeared darker. He moved closer, his lips brushing your ear while muttering. "Doggy it is"

Ashton started gently, slowly moving in and out of you. It wasn't a position you did often, but Ashton loved it and that was enough for you to enjoy. Your knees and elbows rested on the soft mattress, his hands gripping your waist. You usually loved the slow love making but tonight you needed something else. "Ash, please, fuck me", the desperation in your voice must've been enough to make Ashton understand what you meant. His hands gripped your ass, steadying himself. He sped up and the first time he slammed into you from behind, hitting just the right point you couldn't hold a guttural moan back. You felt your eyes roll back and every thrust made you moan louder. "Fuck", Ashton muttered out and you could only imagine him biting his lip and staring down at your form. You let your shoulder drop, moving your arm a bit awkwardly under you to touch your clit. You rubbed it in fast circles, making the pleasure almost too much. "Y/N!", Ashton scolded you, lightly slapping your ass again, bringing another wave of pleasure over you. "Sorry", you apologized but grinned into the duvet. He liked to prove to you that he could make you cum without you having to do anything especially after you begged for him to take you harder.

His thrusts were rhythmic, his talent showing through even in the bedroom. He alternated his thrusts and hit your g-spot just right. A ripple of pleasure went through you everytime, accompanied by moans and profanities. You could feel yourself getting closer, your toes already starting to curl.

"Ash", you moaned out and pushed your ass out just a little further. "Oh I'm ready", he groaned back and his fingers digged deeper into your waist. He hit your g-spot twice more before you hit your climax. Your leg muscles twitched and you clenched yourself around his cock. This was enough for Ashton to come to his climax too, twitching inside you. His heavy breathing only interrupted by moans. He managed a few more lazy thrusts into you before pulling out.

"See, no need for your help", he grinned triumphantly. You shook your head while grinning, too dazed to give a witty remark. You sat up, still breathing very heavily when he pulled you into a deep kiss, much softer than before. "We should do this more often", he grinned against your lips, "I like it when you're that desperate for me."