“Where’s Y/N?” Rosalie, our stylist looks at me through the mirror, doing my hair. “She had extra classes after her usual ones, so she told me that she’ll come here alone,” I answer, then take out my phone, quickly texting her. ‘5 minutes’ her reply pops up on my screen. “Ooo she’s here!” I say to no one in particular. Giving my hair the finishing touches, I get up from the chair. “Supp people!” a voice sounds behind me, which is what Y/N says. “Hey bab-” my voice dies down in my throat, looking at her outfit. “Oo mama! Someone is on fire today!” Kristie cat calls at Y/N, moving closer to her to hug her. Now let me explain why I am in shock. She doesn’t wear dresses.
Flower pattern tops are okay. Skinny jeans are okay. Little bit of eye makeup is okay. Dresses are not. She always felt too uncomfortable. She felt too insecure, saying that it made her look fat. So I never forced her to. But today she didn’t even say that she would do anything like this. No compliment was sufficient to describe how perfect she looked. Meanwhile I was lost in my thoughts, everyone had hugged her and she was standing in front of me. “So?” she asks, looking at me, waiting for a reply. I put my hands on her waist, pulling her closer to me, “You look… wow. I don’t have words. Babe, you.. You’re so beautiful!” “Thank you,” she smiles, pecking me on my lips. But I don’t let her move away, kissing her deeper. “BOO!!” Loud noises interrupt us. I sigh, looking at Joe. “You know the rules bud, no PDA in the open,” Joe reminds us. “That’s literally what PDA is. Public Display of Affection!” I remark, holding her close to me, my hands resting on her waist. Everyone looks at me like I’m an alien, then “BOO!” “Okay! Okay!” I say, letting go of her.
*a little while later*
“James?” I ask, quietly. “Yea?” he says, looking up from the guitar in his hands. “Is it just me or Y/N is being flirtatious with Alec?” I ask, looking at Alec and Y/N standing near the food table. James looks up at them, pondering for a moment, “No.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, It’s Y/N. We dared her to flirt with you and she ended up laughing at your face. I mean you liked her in the first place because she was so clumsy whenever she tried to flirt with you, you know.. aside from everything else that you love about her,” James points out. “Fair point,” I reply, looking at her again, “No no no!” I stand up in a rush, walking to Y/N, standing between her and Alec, “What’s going on?” “Nothing, I told her to try the mini sandwiches. She said no, so I tried to feed her one,” Alec says, innocently. “Those sandwiches have avocado in them, and she’s allergic to it. You could’ve ended up killing her,” I say, angrily. “Okay… Calm down,” Y/N says, holding onto my arm, trying to gain my attention, “First of all, he wouldn’t know my allergies, and second I wouldn’t have died, I would have had a swollen throat which could’ve easily been fixed with the epipen in my bag.” “But-”, I feel her other hand, tracing a line on my spine, then moving lower to rest on my arse, giving it a small squeeze. “Its okay. Sorry Alec,” and she walks away from us, joining Tristan. I look at her, her lips turned up in a small smirk. She doesn’t look at me directly, but I know she was, from the corner of her eye.
*some time later*
Connor and I were seated on the couches, tuning our guitars. Y/N was sitting beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. Connor being done, keeps his guitar on the stand, and walks away. “Babe?” she asks quietly. I hum in response, letting her know I was listening. Instead of replying, her hand, which was resting on her thigh, it slowly moves to mine, inching higher, till it reached my crotch. “Play something for me?” she says. “Um, I.. yea,” I reply, my mind being incapable of forming words. The guitar on my lap was covering up the whole view from everyone. Just as I was starting to play a tune, she squeezed a little on my crotch, making me freeze. “What happened?” she asks, the smile forming already. “Nothing,” I cough out. “Man, do you need your inhaler?” Tris asks. I shake my head ‘no’. He nods in response then goes back to his phone. “Why are you doing this?” I whisper to her. “Doing what?” she asks innocently, her thumb rubbing on the material of the pants, turning me on. “Stop,” I say quietly, trying to move her hand away. “Don’t you like it?” she whispers, her lips dangerously close to my ear. “I do. You know I do. But there’s a reason we have these NO PDA rules set up,” I reply. Because, James and Kristie have done all this, hence the rules. “Okay,” she says, pulling her hand away, then standing up in front of me, fixing the skirt of her two-piece and walks away, giving me a full view of her perfect ass. “Fuck baby, you’ll be the end of me,” I mutter to myself.
*some more time later*
“Delete your game, you fool!!!!!” I yell, as I manage to axe the guy trying to kill me in game. “NO!” I yell again, as someone snipes me from the back, knocking me out. “It’s okay I got you,” Y/n says, sniping the enemy and coming over to revive me. “15 minutes to go on stage,” Joe says, whacking me on my head with the rolled up magazine in his hand. “C’mon one more game after this?” I ask. “You keep dying every time, and Y/N saves your ass. Every time. Why even bother?” Dean says, from behind me, watching us play Warzone. I was about to reply when Y/N puts her hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up, “Let’s stop playing.” I stiffen up at her actions and even at the tone of her voice. Quickly pausing the game, I put aside the controller and headphones. “Okay, we’ll, I’ll stop playing,” I say, taking her hand in mine, moving it away before something happens again. That’s enough. “Let’s go!” Standing up from the seat, I pull her up with me. She giggles at my actions, but walking with me nonetheless. Finding the supply closet, I quickly pull her in with me, closing the door behind me then pushing her against it, then kissing her. Her giggles died down as soon as I started kissing her. “You’re desperate,” she gasps, when I start kissing and sucking on her neck. “First of all, you’re wearing a dress which you barely ever do, and then you start to tease me. What do you think that does to me?” I reply, in between kisses. My hands travel all over her body, feeling her curves, moving down to her ass, squeezing it. Finally I move my hands lower, “Jump,” I mumble in her ear. The skirt, being so fitting, it bunches up near her waist, giving me clear access to her panty covered crotch. “Someone’s gone all out on clothing,” I say, feeling her lace panties.”I’m not wearing a bra,” she says slowly. “Fuck,” I whisper. Holding her back against the wall with my weight, I slowly grinded against her hips. I look up at her, to find her biting into her lip, holding back the moans. “You like this, don’t you?”
“5 MINUTES!” and the door gets banged on. We both break apart in shock. I almost accidentally drop her, but luckily I didn’t. “For God’s sake Connor!” both of us yell together, in frustration at being stopped. Fixing ourselves up, we walk out. “I’ll be back from the washroom,” she says, walking away. Walking in the dressing room, people were wishing the boys luck. I join in with the rest, grabbing my guitar, wearing the ear plugs, keeping the guitar pick in my pocket. “All the best babe,” Y/N says, hugging me, You’ll do awesome!” “Thank you,” I respond. Pecking her quickly, we walk out the room towards the stage, the screams of the fans getting louder.
*during the show*
“Guys, I hope you guys are having fun yeah?” I ask, speaking into my mic. Screams everywhere. “Awesome! Sing along if you know the words. This is Shades On!” Fixing my mic in the stand, I grab the guitar and walk back towards the center of the stage, about to take the pick out of my pocket when I feel something else. I look down and pull out whatever it is. “What the f-” my eyes widen in shock. It was Y/N’s lace panties. I quickly shove it back in my pocket, digging deeper(through her panties) to pull out the pick. I could feel my face turning red, hot. Trying not to think about her standing on the side of the stage, not wearing anything under the dress, I start singing. She’s going to regret it.
*after the show*
“That was great.”
“Gob job guys!”
I move towards Y/N. “Told you, you’d do great!” she says, extending her arms out to hug me. I hug her back, “I don’t understand why do you think that this little maneuver of yours will end well for you.” Pulling away, I take a look at her face, her eyes wide, before I walk away to take a shower.
We leave for America tomorrow afternoon, so tonight was the last night we would be home for 2 months. Driving back home, Y/N was quiet. She’s quiet only when she’s nervous. Reaching home, I pull into the driveway, parking the car. Getting out, I walk to her side, opening the door for her. We walk inside, and I close the door behind her. Putting our coats aside, I took her by her waist, walking to the couch in the living room. I sat on the couch, making her stand between my legs, “Not only do you wear a sexy outfit, you tease me in it, then you tell me that the only thing you’re wearing is a pantie. And you take that off too? Walking around backstage wearing nothing but this dress which leaves so little to the imagination?” She mumbles something incoherent. “I’m sorry love?” I question. “I’m sorry,” she says, a little louder. “Unfortunately that just doesn’t cut it this time. Take off my belt,” I say, slowly. She hesitates, squirming under my gaze. “Did I hesitate?” She shakes her head ‘No’, then bends lower to unbuckle the belt, pulling it out of the hoops of my pants. I take it from her hands, then turning her around, I use the belt to tie her hands up. Turning her around to face me, I look her in the eyes again, “Get on your knees.” She nods, then slowly gets on her knees. Unbuttoning my pants, I pull it down, as well as my boxers. Seeing her in that dress, and also the fact that she was wearing nothing underneath, it had kept me hard the whole night. “Spit on it,” I say, holding my cock by the base. She spits on it, and I rub it on. “Good girl,” I say. “Kiss the tip,” I instruct. She kisses the tip nimbly. I see her squirming in her position, looking up at me, practically begging me to touch her. But not yet. “Open your mouth.” She opens her mouth,jutting her tongue out as well. I smirk at her. I place the head on her tongue, the precum dripping on her tongue. “Use your tongue,” I instruct her. Shifting closer to me, she starts swirling her tongue around my cock. The feel of her wet tongue around my cock, licking a strip from the base to the tip. “Such a good girl. Suck on it baby,” I instruct, my voice turning rasp. She starts sucking the top, while I rub on the base. She moves a little lower to take my balls in her mouth, making her tongue swirl in circles. “Shit baby, so good for me,” I praise her. I bunch up her hair loosely in a pony, while she starts sucking faster. “Do you want me to fuck your face huh? Will you take in daddy like a good girl?” I ask slowly, moving her head lower on me, making her take in the whole length, deep throating her. I feel her gag a little, the small vibration making me groan in pleasure. I pull her away, and she coughs a little, the drool and spit dripping from her mouth to her breasts. She takes heavy breaths, panting for air. I bend lower, taking her lips in mine. She sits up straighter, kissing me back with desperation, the need for any sort of physical touch making her crazy. I pull away, making her move forward, but I push her back, “Not yet baby.” She groans in response, but doesn’t say more than that. Moving her head closer to my dick, I make her take me in her mouth again, then by gripping her hair again, I set a smooth flow of fucking her face. “You take me in so good baby,” I coo at her.
Finally pulling her away, I help her stand up,“You liked that didn’t you?” She nods, giving me a smile. She takes a step closer to me, making her chest rub with mine. “Someone is desperate,” I say, my hand caressing her cheek. I unzip the zipper in front of the dress, making her breasts free. I start kissing her on her jawline, then moving lower to her neck, then her shoulders and finally to her breast, each time sucking on the skin, leaving a mark behind. Taking her left nipple in my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the already hard nipple. I use my hand to give her right breast the attention that it needed, taking her nipple between my fingers and pinching on it. She moans loud, moving closer to me. I bite into her nipple, then lick on it with my tongue, easing the soreness. Finally I come back up to face her. Her eyes were clenched shut. She opens them slowly, looking at me, “How much longer? How much longer will you torture me like this?” I quickly turn her around, making her ass grind against my hard cock. “As long as I want to baby,” I whisper into her ear, then kiss just below her ear. She tilts her head to the side, giving me easier access. While kissing her, I unzip the skirt, making it pool around her ankles. My hands move in two separate ways, one goes up to take her neck in my hand, choking her a little, while my other hand goes lower, moving deftly from her stomach to her waist then thigh, finally to her crotch. The sudden contact of my fingers against her wet folds makes her tremble before me, arching her back. I move my fingers in slow circles around her core. “Dripping wet for me baby. So wet,” I softly whisper in her ear. Finally I touch her core, making her squirm, moaning raspily, “Please Brad.” Listening to her plea, I push two fingers in her, pumping in and out of her in a slow pace. “Oh my god, shit please don’t stop,” she groans. Increasing my pace, I hear her throaty moans getting louder.Arching my fingers in her, slowly rub around her wet skin, and she trembles at the feeling. I feel her clenching around my fingers, understanding that she was coming to the edge. Smirking to myself, I pull out of her, making her groan in frustration. “Why??” she groans, she says looking at me. I bring my fingers to her lips, “Lick.” She takes my wet fingers in her mouth, licking my fingers clean. “Good girl,” I say quietly. “Tell me baby, what do you want me to do?” “Fuck me please!” I turn her around to face me. “Kiss me,” I look at her. She raises her head to kiss me, and I dip lower to kiss her. Kissing her slowly, I suck on her lower lip, making her open her mouth. Shifting lower to her neck, I suck hard on the soft warm skin, making sure to leave a mark. “Jump,” I mumble into her neck. She jumps, and I wrap her legs around my middle. Holding onto her, I move into our bedroom. I drop her on the bed, starting to kiss her from her neck, to her shoulder bones, to her breasts, then moving lower to her stomach, and then to her thighs, kissing and sucking on them. Using my finger, I apply pressure to the knot of nerves on her pussy. She squirms again, bringing her legs closer. I push them apart again, “Be careful baby.” Rubbing her folds, I lick long strips on her core. Licking slowly, I put more pressure. I rub my fingers while licking, pushing my digits inside her again, arching them in her. Her hips rise off the bed, and I push her down. “C’mon baby cum for me now,” I say, kissing on her stomach. “Please, thank you. Thank y- OMG FUCKK!” She cums undone, while I slowly keep pushing in and out of her, helping her through her orgasm. Feeling her rest down on the bed, I move up and give her small pecks on her lips, while she tries to regain her breath. “I hope you remember not to walk around without wearing underwear if im not around to make sure its only me who gets to have the fun.” Still breathing hard, she looks at me, exhausted, “Okay.”
(Not mine, but god I wish he’d look at me like that)
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Summary: During a long day at school Bradley decides to take care of his girlfriend in the best way he can think.
TW: Mentions of smut (bc I can’t write it)
Also: Short little blurb
Bradley:
As I sit in Logic class, I can literally feel my soul leave my body - wanting to be anywhere but I here. It’s not a class I necessarily need, but I figured it wouldb be an extra credit towards my degree. However, I feel myself losing brain cells every second I sit in this desk.
The one thing dragging me from my daydream was the constant buzzing in my pocket. I knew who it was and I knew I shouldn’t have looked at it - but anything would be better than what is currently happening in front of me.
Y/N: Can you bring up some sort of emergency so I can get out here please? I’m losing my mind
Y/N: Braaaaad, you don’t care about Logic just leave
Y/N: And take me with you
Y/N: I don’t know if I can take this anymore
Y/N: I might actually jump out of the window - it can’t be that far can it?
I couldn’t help the smile that graced my face. She is definetly dramatic, but at the same time jumping out the window would be something she would heavily consider.
Brad: 1-10 how bad is it?
Almost immediately, the three bubbles appeared.
Y/N: I’m about to fake being sick - I don’t even think this person cares about what they’re saying
Weighing my options; I could help her relax and have some fun, or I could continue being bombarded with texts and keep losing focus in a class I literally don’t care about anymore. Going with the better option I gathered my stuff, nodded to my teacher and walked out the door.
Brad: Meet me near the library
Y/N
I smiled, reading the text my boyfriend sent me and quickly collected my stuff. The teacher had his back turned and I quickly made my way out of lecture theatre, heading towards where my boyfriend was waiting for me.
The short walk later I allowed myself to enter his waiting arms. Immediately being wrapped up in them. “How bad was it?” He whispered into the top of my head, still squishing me in his arms. “I wasn’t joking about the window - this is only what, the second floor?” I said, inhaling his perfect scent. “You know, Tris is out of town if you wanna head to my dorm.” I didn’t even answer him, I just took his hand and started walking towards his dorm room.
-
He unlocked the door and straight away went to the bathroom. “Get on the bed, take off your shirt” he ordered. I rolled my eyes but answered with ‘yes sir’. I stripped off my shirt, which was really his hoodie and took my bra off with it. A few seconds later Brad emerged his shirt off and a bottle of oil - the same oil i’ve been missing for a few days now. “Wait oh my god are you giving me a massage?” I asked rolling over to my front. “You’re always taking care of people darling, I just want to do the same to you” he said, straddling my waist.
I allowed my eyes to close as he spread an even amount of oil onto his hands and onto my back. Honestly, I was trying not to cry, Brad continues to surprise me everyday, and the fact someone actually took time out of their day to look after me is one of the sweetest things ever.
As his hands explored my back, doing deeper and lower I couldn’t help the moans escaping my lips. “Oh darling, we’re alone - be as loud as you wish” he whispered, kissing the shell of my ear. A few minutes later, his hands guided me to lay on my back. “Knew you wanted to see my boobs” I commented, getting a laugh from the boy ontop of me. “I mean, they’re lovely - and” as his hands oiled them up he seemed lost in the sight. I couldn’t help it either, as his hands kneaded and pinched, I could feel myself getting more and more turned on.
“Oh fuck it” he whispered, capturing my lips in his.
