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Fitted - 2019!Brian ~ Requested

A/N: So... I like this idea, to be honest. I’m trying to have some plot on these because I’m thirsty but with class, you know? Plus, I did not spellcheck.

“I don’t like this one, Y/N, sweet, what do you think?”

Brian turns around in a dark grey three-piece suit that you did not like much either.

Today you are accompanying your husband to a fitting for a red carpet, which he still refused to say, nonetheless, it was important by the looks of it. The staff had been waiting for your arrival; everyone who was new was excited about meeting Brian, and the ones who had already worked on his Golden Globes outfit were visibly happy to see him again in the shop.

For the past few days, you have been swamped with work. You were a photographer and with fashion shows rolling in you had been booked for almost every day. If it was not a show it was a photo shoot for a magazine, a designer or even as you were now well known for your photographies of bands in the move while they performed on stage. It was safe to say that you were tired, having come back from tour with an American band only a few days before your agenda got filled with compromises again, you had barely had any time to rest.

“Is there anything darker?” You ask.

Brian nods and turns to the designer, he motions for his staff to go and find the dark suit they prepared for him. He had already had a bright blue one on - only two pieces, double-breasted -, which you both hated. Of course, while Brian speaks to the young designer about the things he did not like in a suit he catches a glance of you in the mirror.

You are sitting in the same little chair you have been in since the moment you stepped into the shop. You have crossed your legs and placed your hands on the armrests of the comfortable wooden chair, your face leans on your left palm and you blink in slow motion as if attempting not to fall asleep. Brian feels a little bit guilty for taking you with him on your free day; he had been elated that morning, waking you up early with kisses and smooches, he pointed you to the shower and said he would have breakfast ready by the time you were out of the bathroom, and he did! You had kissed him and thanked him before sitting down by the kitchen table to eat with him. It sometimes amazes you how the same love and affection you have for each other has stayed the same since you first started dating in 2015 when you had been only a little bit over eighteen and the media stuck their nose in your business. Four years later, two of which you have been married to Brian, and you are still going strong.

You smiled up at Brian, although he could tell that you were drained from all energy. He remembered what being on tour was like and thought it must have been as exhausting for you as it probably was for any of the band members of that band you had toured with, or even worse because you still had a couple of memory cards worth of photos to go through and retouch for the band.

“Are you alright?” Brian wonders as one of the shop assistants brought the suit.

You nod your head once and take a deep breath before sitting up and going to your husband. The grey suit does nothing good to his appearance, it almost matches his hair but makes him look pale and dull - which are words you would never use to describe your wonderful man.

You pat the tie on his chest and look up at his face, his hazel eyes young and curious as ever examine you with sympathy. Your lips curl into a smile against your will and you pull your gaze from him.

“You will look very handsome in a different one, why don’t you stop worrying about me and try it on?” You push him away, shoving him without much strength.

Brian instead seems to be planted on the ground, he places his hands on your waist and looks you in the eyes.

“It is in the job description! I’m supposed to worry, love, do you want to leave? If you need to-”

You shush him by bringing your index finger to his lips and warn him with a stern look not to try to speak. Yes, you are tired; but Brian always takes things too seriously when it comes to you.

“I need you to get this done right, so take your time!”

This time it is you who walks away. Your husband goes behind a door again to get changed. When he comes out next you notice he looks great. The suit needs minor adjustments and the colour looks perfect so you give him a thumbs up and wait for the designer to place in pins and fold the fabric in the mirror Brian can see how it will look like once everything is done.

In fact, the suit looks marvelous on him. You are tempted to go up to Brian again and feel the fabric of this one, so you do. Pushing yourself up from the chair, feeling undeniably tired you take long strides toward Brian.

“This is it.” You state, and he looks down, smoothing out the jacket.

“You think?”

You nod your head several times in excitement; he might have not said it but you were sure this was his suit for the Oscars. Reaching out you place your palms on the lapels of his jacket and flatten them out while Brian stares down at you with his arms at his sides.

“I like this one very much…” You tell him and tilt your head back with a pout, a usual motion Brian recognised.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down and barely giving you a peck on the lips that in no way left you satisfied.

You stood back on your heels, as being on tip toes was no longer needed when his arms fell back to his sides and he turned to the mirror once again.

Taking a few steps back you sighed, sometimes this modesty of your husband could get annoying. Although you praised him for having such an easygoing personality, sometimes it also made you wish he could ignore people from time to time. For example, that ridiculous little peck...you craved for his affection, could he not see? All you wanted was a kiss. A real kiss. And he always did this when you were out in public. He would never - EVER - let the world see the two of you being in complete sync, enjoying each other’s company. No, it was always hand holding and pecks on the cheek, maybe a rare hand on your waist if you were somewhere especially crowded.

After he got his suit fitted you go back outside and as usual, Brian is driving, you go to a small restaurant a few minutes from your home and have lunch while you continue to try to get him to show some love even though you are in public. It might be the lack of sleep, but you are determined to at least have a proper kiss from him.

“Brian, I am thinking of taking some time off this summer…” You share with him as you wait for your meals.

He squeezes your hand, knowing you so well as he does it comes as a shock. You never stop working, a prove of it is the fact that you’ve got your camera with you at that very moment.

“And what do you plan to do?” He wonders, his hand around his glass of water.

With an innocent smile, you cross your legs under the table and reach to touch his leg. Brian jumps a little, making you giggle and look away as his eyes stare at you wide open.

“I don’t know, I might be able to help document the save me project.” You shrug, continuing the conversation as if nothing was happening under the table.

Brian clears his throat and says nothing about your foot nearing his crotch area at a dangerous pace.

“I can’t wait to get home...I think I’ll take a nap.” You tease him, “or maybe a bath…”

Your husband looks pained, so you remove your foot before the waitress comes back and serves you. He remains somewhat silent through the rest of the meal, except for the occasional jokes at things that come to his mind. By the time you leave, Brian is rushing to the car with his hand holding yours in a firm grip.

“Are we in a rush dear?” You laugh.

With a hand on his arm, you stop him before getting in after he opens the passenger’s door for you. His hazel eyes are a little bit darker than usual and you almost want to just take him to the backseat, instead you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to connect your lips in a kiss without much resistance from him. Brian holds you close and you smile into the kiss when his hands wander about your back, too shy to slip down and squeeze your butt the way he likes to do.

Letting go, you suck on your bottom lip and turn to the car to sit inside while Brian rushes to close the door and go around to climb in as well. The few minutes it takes for you to get home you spend singing along to whatever comes on the radio with Brian’s hand on your thigh between gear changes. Marina and the diamonds’ “Froot” plays as Brian turns on the corner, only a street away from your warm, modest house.

“What’s weirder, wanting to fuck a tree or a car?” You wonder out loud with your entrance already coming into view.

Brian lets out a single laugh and clears his throat, he shakes his head and the curls around his face shake, to further encourage his laughter the song comes to it’s bridge and you sing along.

“Oh, my branches...they’re heavy, yeah they’re heavy….yeah they’re heavy!” You sing.

He lets out a chuckle and pulls up to the driveway, stopping the car. “I think they’re equally odd things.”

His honest opinion makes you snort as he gets out of the car and closes his door, opening yours next and watching you pull your shirt down since it has been riding up.

“Good thing I only want to fuck you.” You say in a nonchalant tone, patting his cheek and walking past him through the driveway to the door.

While Brian follows you inside, you take your coat off and kick your shoes off, he comes in and does the same his gaze following you as you playfully reach the stairs and turn to him with a lustful look in your eye.

“I’m taking a bath, wanna join?”

You stuck your hip to the side as you speak and watch Brian come to you in a couple of long strides.

His hand goes to your hips in an instant and you cup his face, hovering your lips over his. Almost by instinct, you roll your hips against his and gasp as you realize that your husband is already half hard in his slightly baggy pants. You cock a brow at him and peck his nose, letting your hand slide to his arm and then his hand you lead him upstairs to your room where you go into the bathroom and start the water.

Once you lean on the bathtub to turn the water on, you straighten up and pull your pants and socks off, as does Brian. Each of you rid of your own clothes in silence as the bathroom starts filling with vapour. You drop your blouse on the floor and go to wrap your arms around Brian as he undoes the few buttons he bothered to button up earlier. You slap his hands away and replace them with yours. Brian leans down to press his lips to your cheek, almost under your ear. You smile at this and feel his hands slide your panties down your hips, his kisses go lower and lower until they’re wet open mouthed ones that cover your neck and collarbone.

You are free to push his shirt off at last and as you do you, he pulls the straps of your bra down, taking a step back you reach behind you and take off your last piece of clothing. Turning the water off and feeling how hot it is, you let a bit of cold water mix in the tub and move your hand a bit to make sure the bubbles cover the whole surface.

Brian sits in the tub before you even attempt to test the water with your foot, he says it’s nice and believing him you go to sit with him, taking your place between his legs to relax in the comfortable warmth of both the bath and Brian’s body.

You start telling him about some projects you will be working on during the next month and he starts to push your damp hair off your shoulder as you speak when you tilt your head to the side Brian smiles and advises you to forget about work for a moment as he kisses you. You feel his tongue against yours and hold on to his thigh under the water as you make out. It is obvious that you both want something more, and this intimate moment is perfect, so although you know that you have a dinner party to go to later, for the time being, you let Brian’s hand slide between your legs. You split them apart for him and his lips slip to your neck as his fingers find your folds and his thumb caresses your sensitive clit in slow motions. You rest your head on his shoulder and reach up to drag your fingers along his jaw and tangle with his hair. He knows just how to work you up, using his free hand to cup your breasts and tease your nipples, Brian’s breathing catches when you arch your back, feeling his hard cock against you; but you are so close to the edge, he can feel your walls already start to tremble to his touch, and he pumps his fingers in and out of you a little faster, driving you crazy and effectively bringing you to climax. With a loud moan and your back arched you squeeze his thigh in your hand and cum around his fingers.

Brian takes his fingers off of you and rubs circles on your hips as you come down from your high. You turn in the bathtub and straddle him, you hold on to his shoulders and lean down to whisper in his cheek as he reaches down and positions himself at your entrance.

“Will you let me fuck you now?” you almost sound innocent as you say it.  “I just want you…”

“You can have anything you want.” He kissed your chin.

Brian’s hands slip to your thighs and hips and he pulls you down and slips inside your tight pussy, you moan on his ear and he sighs onto your neck. His hands find your ass and he squeezes you that little bit closer.

“Brian…” you repeat his name, oh how had you missed calling for him like this while you were away. And how had he missed being so deeply buried inside you, your body warm and accepting, your arms wrapped around him with your pretty mouth repeating awful dirty things into his ear as he fucked you.

Your hips roll against his as you ride him, feeling all of him rub inside you, the fit is tight but you love it, love each second of his hands on your breasts or on your ass or simply gripping onto your hips to help you keep the pace. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm you felt yourself edge closer faster than usual. You repeat his name and watch him smile when he hears you.

“I’m gonna, Brian...I’m gonna…” You shut your eyes and a spasm runs up your spine.

It is followed by a warm burst of wetness that paints your walls, meaning Brian had cum inside you. You bury your head in the crook of his neck in ecstasy.

“Not even a warning, Bri!” You reprimand him with a playful arched brow. “Oh, if it didn’t feel so good...but I can’t be mad!”

Brian holds you close while you recover your breaths, noticing your wedding band on your left ring finger you cup his face and kiss the tip of his nose.

“I missed you.” He says, stealing the words from your lips. “We’re gonna have to find you a gown too, I just remembered!”

“Oh, for your secret event?” You tease him, “I’d like something... dark.”

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