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I prefer the drummer

Screams reached your ears clearly before you even opened the cab’s door. Thanking him and giving a few notes you got out and blended in the crowd, heading in a slightly different way. Only when you were facing the black door did you search through your purse to get the VIP pass your boyfriend Ashton had given you : you got used by now not to flash these precious passes in front of everyone.

Tonight was a major step, they were playing the iTunes festival and were all rather nervous, though pumped up with excitement. Security let you through giving you directions to the VIP booth.

You were a bit down that you couldn’t go kiss Ashton good luck but this was part of the job, as the band gained in popularity they had to be more professional in order to be taken seriously by music industry, meaning packed up backstage when they were supposed to focus on an upcoming very important show wasn’t exactly desired . As soon as you got in the booth you were greeted by the warm smile of Niall which relaxed you a bit since you were no fan of these hype events. But you’d never let Ash down by not coming.

“Hey Y/N what’s up?” he asked with his warm irish accent

“Good thanks Niall what about you, enjoying a few days off?”

 You kept on chatting with Niall and meanwhile quickly typed a text to your boyfriend I’m here babe, love you so much you’re gonna rock it xxx

Ashton was quick to answer Thanksssss I love you so much cant wait to see you

The show was awesome, you found yourself singing along to almost every song and burst laughing when Niall mimicked Michael’s guitar solo at some point. The boys seemed at ease, like the stage was home. So many people thought they were products but you knew better, and loved how their personalities showed. “I’m gonna shut up because I’m the drummer” said Ashton and you couldn’t help but smile as the whole audience protested.

As soon as their performance ended you rushed backstage, dying to congratulate him. You saw Calum first, chatting up a chick from some random tv show you couldn’t place, Mike laughing still wiping his face from red hair-dye when a half-naked Ashton jump at you squeezing you hard against him.

“That feels so good…” he mutters kissing the top of your head.

“You were fantastic Ash!” you sincerely tell him. “And very sweaty too.” Damn his body was a piece of art.

His laugh allowed his dimples to appear. “Sorry love, I’m sweaty yeah… Sticky and stinky too right?”

“Definitely, not that I complain….” you add biting your lips. Seeing Ash on stage never failed to turn you on. Muscles flexing, body glistening with sweat, hair shaking, jaw clenching, masculinity at its very best. And now this beast was hugging you like the shirtless teddy bear he is. His muscles and hot skin didn’t help the arousal rising in your body.

You must have gotten lost in thought a bit too long because Ashton was staring down at you, devil in his eyes, and before you noticed he was dragging you to the dressing room. He slammed the door hard behind you as he started attacking your neck with wet kisses, hands on your hips while you tangled yours in his sweaty locks, breathing his intoxicatingly sexy smell.

“Ash…” you whimpered as he grinds his already hard crotch to you

“Patience…” he answered in a low grunt popping the buttons of your flannel open, revealing your breasts where is mouth was already heading. He tucked your right boob out of its cage and started flicking your nipple with his tongue, provoking a few sighs from you.

As good as this was, patience was never a quality of yours and you hurriedly pressed on his head hoping he would get the hint and dive lower to where you needed him so badly. You felt him smile against your skin, while he turned his attention to your left boob, unclasping your bra in the process, ridding you from every clothing article that covered your upper body making the both of you even. Drinking the view and fondling your breasts he suddenly swept you off your feet to sit you on a nearby piece of furniture. You felt your core throbbing with anticipation, knowing exactly what was about to come. He unzipped your jeans, sliding them down and growled at the sight of you sitting and waiting in just your panties. You slid it until it dropped on the floor and naughtily opened your legs for him, Ashton sank down to his knees and put your thighs to rest on his shoulders while he blew hot and cold on your clit before finally surrendering to your moans and licking a bold strip all the way up your slit.

“Ashton fuck…” you breathed out

His tongue expertly danced on your clit making your legs shake but Ash’s palms grabbed your knees from under raising them so your feet would repose on the table as well. There was no way you could be more exposed to him, thighs wide open as he stilled you easily. Opening your eyes for a moment you took a peek at Ashton, biceps clenched as he holds your ankles to keep you from moving. You wish you could get a grip of his hair and bring him closer but right now your hands on the counter granted you a bit of stability you couldn’t really do without.

“Ash I don’t wanna come right now please…” you indicated him

“Why is that baby? What do you want?” he cockily asks you, stopping for only an instant.

Nearing your climax you summon all sense you had left to give him the answer he wanted “Your cock Ashton, I want you inside of me…”

In a swift motion he was up and wiggling out of his skinny jeans and boxers at once, wasting no time. You sigh as he took a hold of his shaft, pumping it a few times before burying himself deep between your folds. Moaning in unison, Ashton gave you a few seconds to adjust while you wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your arms at his broad shoulders. A little tap on the shoulder and he knew it was ok for him to move, and boy, what moves : Ashton was thrusting hard inside of you, holding on your waist so tight you were sure to be bruised by tomorrow. Not that you cared. You were trying your best to muffle your cries of pleasure by biting on Ashton’s shoulder, hoping it would be enough. Grunting and panting, Ashton sped his thrusts causing you to bite harder on him, ecstasy rushing through your veins as he pressed against you.

“Y/N, I won’t last long I…” but you cut him off “I know Ash.”

After every performance, Ashton would still be so high on adrenaline he wouldn’t last much, needing fast release. He was always embarrassed about it, since he loved taking his time and making you cum as many times as possible but in these circumstances he just couldn’t. You grabbed one of his hand and began sucking on his finger, staring at him straight in the eyes. He smiled at you, knowing exactly what you were asking for. He brought his hand down and rubbed circles on your clit.

“So close Ash!”

“Go ahead baby, come for me.”

And with a particularly hard thrust he sent you both over the edge. You rode out your orgasm, digging your nails in his shoulders and biting hard as he released inside of you, your name falling from his lips, eyes squeezed shut. You remained still for a moment, entwined and panting.

“I love you…” he muttered, slowly recovering from his high, still in a daze.

“Love you too.” You told him cupping his jaw. “Now let’s get back in our clothes, I heard someone is throwing an after party in honor of a cool band of four hotties.”

“Oh really? I’m sure you have a favorite member, I bet it’s the singer, the singer always get the girls” Ashton teased you searching for his pants.

“I prefer the drummer…”