Ashton:
Pole Dancer.
I came home after rehearsal with the boys to find Y/N and her best friend in the living room. Nothing out of the usual right, except there were two fucking poles in the middle of the room! Y/N gripped one of the poles and seemed to be demonstrating something to her friend who nodded eagerly beside her. The door was still open and they obviously didn’t hear me come in because they kept on undisturbed. I watched as she wrapped a leg around the pole and shimmied up. Holy fuck…
“Babe…?” I called, my voice cracking as naughty thoughts began to creep into my head.
“Oh, hey Ash” she beamed, slipping off the pole and prancing over to me in her usual graceful way.
I shut the door and dropped my keys on the table.
“What…are you doing?” I asked as her small arms wrapped around my torso.
She smiled up at me as I leaned down to kiss her cheek.
“Oh, Y/BF/N wanted to do something special for her boyfriend, so I suggested a bit of pole dancing…cause…I mean, why not” she smirked with a shrug.
“Hey Ashton” her friend waved from her spot.
“Hey” I nodded.
“Well, Y/N thanks for the lesson, but I’ve got to go…same time Thursday?” she asked, grabbing her stuff and heading for the door.
“Sure, just call me” Y/N nodded, her arms still around me.
“Bye guys” her friend said before letting herself out.
I looked down at my girlfriend, still unable to process that she actually knew how to pole dance.
“My sister does classes in her free time…a couple years ago she invited me and I just loved the challenge of it” she explained, as if reading my mind.
“And I’m just finding out about this now?” I asked, following her into the kitchen as she got a glass of a water.
“You never asked” she giggled, hopping up to sit on the counter.
“Well…I never would’ve thought an adorable little thing like you would…” I trailed off, moving to stand between her legs, my hands on her exposed thighs.
“…know how to work a pole” she winked, wrapping her arms around my neck, playing with the ends of my bandana at the nape of my neck.
“It’s hot” I blurted out, gripping her waist and pulling her closer to me.
She leaned down and kissed my nose and then my lips. I wasn’t having any of that cutesy stuff right now, too turned on by the pure fact my girlfriend could pole dance. She giggled, her legs wrapping around my waist,
“I have my music hooked up…do you wanna see a routine?” she asked, batting her lashes at me.
“Hell yeah” I nodded eagerly, pulling her down from the counter and tugging her back into the living room.
We ended up moving to the bedroom before the song ended…
Luke:
Ballet Dancer.
Y/N’s music consisted of allot of contemporary songs and I never really questioned it till her niece came around when we were visiting her while touring. The seven year old was too adorable in her little pink tutu and her hair wrapped up in a bun with a pink ribbon.
