Catfish and the Bottlemen Imagines

🤍 White shirt

AN: Just thought I'd upload some of my recent fics here (the more nsfw ones I'll only post on Tumblr) xxx

A little blurb about Van's white shirt 🤍

Teasing Van is your favourite thing to do. You've doing it all day, quite calculatingly. An innocent text to tell him that you were about to take a bath when he'd enquired what you were up to, followed by a not so innocent video clip whilst you were actually in the bath. The bubbles didn't quite cover your naked chest, nipples peeking pert and tempting through the suds whilst your other hand had snaked down between your thighs whilst you'd whispered breathily into the camera, "wish you were here" before blowing him a kiss.

You strategically ignore the phone call that immediately follows, and the subsequent texts that Van places throughout the afternoon, each one getting filthier and filthier in nature until your cheeks are flushed deep scarlet and the throb pulsing between thighs is getting harder and harder to ignore.

It's actually a relief when you hear the key turn in the lock later that afternoon, followed by the welcome sound of your husband's voice calling out your name.

"Y/N? Are ya home?"

You're close by, waiting for this very moment, leaning against the wall of the adjoining corridor, hidden just out of view. You consider staying quiet, maybe slipping silently away to another part of the house so Van has to come and find you, a seductive game of cat and mouse. It's a favourite of yours to play when you're in the mood to tease. You tuck yourself away secretively in a hiding spot, your heart hammering with exhilaration as you listen to him moving from room to room, his gruff whispered commentary telling you exactly what he's going to do you when he uncovers you fuelling your excitement.

Today however isn't one of those days. You're too eager to see him, too eager to feel his hands on you and feel his breath hot on your neck. The anticipation has been building all day since you saw him step out for his radio interview that morning looking delectable in your favourite white shirt of his that you love so much. And you don't want to wait another minute.

"Yeah, I'm home, I've been waiting all afternoon for you," you call out from your spot, your back pressed up against the wall.

"If you've been waiting, why've ya been ignoring me then huh?"

If you didn't know any better you'd think he was annoyed by your blatant ignorance, the fact that you've admitted to waiting for him but you've not bothered to return any of his calls or texts. He knows you too well though, he knows there's a reason for your silence, and if there's any doubt then he'll surely pick up the mischievous tone in your reply.

"Oh I'm sorry... am I in trouble?"

A pause. You can picture the smirk forming on his lips as he goes through the motions, toeing off his boots and shrugging out of his jacket.

"Hmm... I'm not sure about that... depends whether you've been misbehaving without me."

You hear his footsteps then as he quietly pads down the hall, pausing only for a second when he rounds the corner and sees you standing there, a vision in nothing but a pretty black lace lingerie set and a sultry smile.

"Oh babe," he mutters in appreciation, his gaze slipping down to rake over your scantily-clad frame. "I think you have been bad... and it looks like you might have a lot of making up to do."

You step away from the wall just as Van reaches for you, one hand tangling in your hair and the other wrapping around your shoulder. His lips are on yours in a second, a bruising passion that makes your head spin as he crowds you back against the wall, your back knocking against the framed wedding portrait that hangs there.

"Careful..." you try to warn him but your words are cut short by his tongue sliding into your mouth, his lips flush to yours once more, stealing your breath.

A spike of heat zips down your spine and your hands fist at the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. You're torn between enjoying the feel of the crisp cotton beneath your fingertips and the desire to rip it clean off his lithe body, but the dilemma's only fleeting.

"Need to take this off," you almost growl into his mouth, tugging insistently on the collar of his shirt, your hips pressing forwards as you feel the unmistakable stirring of his arousal with his body pushed tightly against yours.

"Shit... maybe I should have got one of those easy dressing shirts!" He chuckles, pulling away to glance down in amusement at your needy fingers which are already fumbling at the buttons, frustrated curses slipping from you as you find you can't open them fast enough.

"No, no... this is good," you reply, giggling at your predicament, voicing a small cheer of triumph as you manage to pop another button free. "You know me, I like a challenge!"

Bizarrely, despite your urgency to uncover his bare skin you're strangely grateful for your blundering efforts to undress him. You've been so turned on all afternoon by the salacious thoughts running through your mind that you'd imagined a hard and fast fuck as soon as he'd stepped over the threshold, both of you panting shamelessly into each others mouths, clothes half on as your hips clashed and you desperately chased your own highs. Instead you're being forced to take your time, your trembling fingers stilling their task for a moment as you pause, laying your palms against the smooth white cotton of his shirt as you look up at him.

"What's up love? Thought you were desperate to rip this off me?" He grins down on you, stunning pale blue eyes glinting with that playful light that you love so much.

"I was," you admit, returning his smile with one of your own as you run your hands up and down his torso, feeling the comforting warmth of his skin under the material and the thundering of his heartbeat under your fingertips. "But now you're here I don't wanna rush it after all, now all I wanna do is take my time with you."

"God, I love you so much babe," he murmurs, looking deep into your eyes in a way that makes your breath catch, your yearning for him increasing as your hands leave his chest to reach up and thread through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Mmm.. I love you too, but just take me to bed will you?" You say, your wishes answered as he stoops down to curl his fingers around your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he picks you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist.