BrandontheLover one shots

Maybe stop drinking so much, baby

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Last updated: 25-01-2022

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You're at a party and have maybe had one too many drinks. Although you came here with Brandon you have no idea where he is right now. You're currently standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by other people, with a drink in your hand. You're having the time of your life moving along with the crowd around you. You're grinding on the girl that's dancing behind you to the beat of the song. You're laughing as you dance, feeling the girl place her hands on your hips jokingly, pulling you in. You are so focused on the music and moving you body that you don't realise Brandon is watching you from the side. He's leaning against the wall, hand holding a cup similar to yours. 

At the end of the song you look around the room, trying to find your way to the kitchen to fill your cup up again. You managed to drink most of it and only spill a little. Turns out holding a cup while dancing isn't the best idea. You stumble a little but steady yourself by holding on to the people around you. Wearing heals also wasn't a good idea, knowing you were gonna end up drinking. But hey, Brandon was with you so he'd get you home, somehow. You tug on your clothes a little, feeling around to see if there was a wet spit from where you spilled your drink. Only a little bit got on your shirt, luckily for you. As you enter the kitchen, you see there are some other guys standing around, talking loud and drinking from a bottle being passed around between them. You try to push yourself between them to reach a bottle to fill your own cup up again. As you're reaching over, you lose your footing and fall over. Or so you thought. The guy you were standing next to (and partly leaning on) caught you in his arms. And of course when you were basically in the arms of this random kitchen man, Brandon walks in. 

As he sees you in the arms of the guy his face changes from a small smile to a jealous glare. 'Excuse me' He says and places his hands on your hips, moving you over to him. He makes sure you don't fall over and you place your arms around his neck for stability the second you realise it's him. 'Hi, baby' You giggle, when you realise Brandon is now in front of you 'I missed you~'. He does not respond to you but instead walks you over to a quieter area of the house. 'Wish I could have danced with you, couldn't find you' You whine out, not realising what is happening. 'You dance funny' The thought of him (trying to) dance makes you let out a laugh 'You don't have any rhythm, you just move weirdly'. 

Brandon walks closer to you, pushing your back against the wall. His right hand is on your chin, moving your head up so he can look you in the eye. 'I don't like that you were all touchy with everyone around you. Grinding up against anyone standing close to you, huh? You like seeing me jealous? Is that why you do it?' He raises an eyebrow and moves his head so he's looking down at your figure. Even though you're wearing heels, you're still smaller than him. And him making eye contact with you like that still makes you nervous. Even in your slightly drunk state you can tell he is not too happy with you've been acting tonight. He makes you feel small and it makes you nervous. If you weren't this drunk you'd probably be more intimidated, but right now you're closer to feeling turned on. 'I was just having fun... I couldn't find you to dance with, so the girl pulled me in and made me dance with her. She's really good actually, did you see her? I think she's like a professional dancer even. And her hands were very soft to' You ramble, not answering Brandon's question properly. He rolls his eyes and grabs your chin a little harder. 

'Stop rambling, sweetheart and answer me. Were you behaving like that to get me jealous?' He asks again, tilting his head sideways. 'Didn't mean to, just wanted to dance 'n couldn't find you, B,' You say, pouting 'Missed you'. You stand on your toes, trying to reach his lips to kiss him but you lose your balance and fall into his chest. 'I just wanna kiss' You mumble into his chest, voice muffled because of the fabric. Brandon lets out a little laugh 'You're something else when you're drunk, baby. Don't know why I let you go out wearing heels, not the best idea when you're drunk, huh'. You pout again, not answering. 'Oh, come here, miss pouts' He says while smiling at you. He pulls your face out of his chest and kisses your forehead and then your lips. 'Maybe it's a good idea to get you home safely and have you drink some water, don't you think?' He suggests, moving away from you but still holding a hand. You nod slowly, sending him a fake glare. 'Don't give me that attitude now. We both know you need to drink some water and it's quite late already' He gives you a few joking headpats and then makes his way back over to the kitchen. 

He grabs you a new cup and fills it up with water, while you lean against the counter waiting for him. 'Here you go' He says as he hands you the red cup. He moves you away from the counter and has you lean against his chest with your back facing him, his arms wrapped around you. 'Not leaving until you finish this cup of water, baby' He tells you, mouth next to your ear. You flinch from his breath hitting you. 'Yes, sir...' You say and place the cup at your lips, taking a sip. 'Barely anything out of the cup baby. You're gonna have to drink a little faster' Brandon notices after a minute of standing with you. 'It's gross, I don't wanna drink it. Go home?' You whine, moving your head sideways to look at Brandon's face. 'You'll get all the cuddles when we're home, but for that to happen you're going to have to finish your drink' He replies, swaying you from side to side. He places a soft kiss on your temple 'You can do it'. 

Not even a minute later you've emptied your cup. 'Here, done.' You say and show the now empty cup in your hands. 'Good job, baby' He replies and kisses your head again 'Let's go get you home now'. He takes your hand and makes sure to not lose you in the crowd as he makes his way over to the front door. 

'And for the record, I am a wonderful dancer' Is all Brandon says before he opens the car door on your side.