"It's not like he's complained. I just feel weird about it is all," you sigh, taking a sip of your drink.
Your best friend looks at you and shakes her head.
"You are over thinking it," she laughs, "Luke doesn't care."
"I know but guys like big boobs don't they?"
"Not all guys."
"They are tiny Y/BF/N," you sigh.
"Look you are being stupid. Luke wouldn't have sex with you if he didn't find you attractive."
"Well I guess after tonight we will see," you smile, patting your victoria's secret bag beside you.
You left an hour later and headed home. Luke wouldn't be too far behind you and you wanted to put this push up bra on before he got home.
You stripped in the bedroom and tried it on, scowling at yourself in the mirror. It didn't seem to do much with your small chest. You put it on a tighter hook but it still didn't look right. Ugh you groaned in frustration, yanking it off and chucking it aisde.
"I'd ask what's wrong but I'm a little distracted right now."
You jumped at the sound of your boyfriend's voice from the doorway and looked round at him.
You were in nothing but your jeans and panties.
"What are you doing?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.
"I was- ugh never mind," you groan, flopping down on the bed.
He crosses the room towards you, stopping only to pick up the discarded bra.
He looked it and whistled.
"Yeah I'd be bummed too if I had to spend this much on underwear."
"Ugh," you whined, burying your face in your hands.
"Wait a minute. What the hell is a push up bra?"
You sighed.
"It's supposed to make them look bigger."
"Wha-"
He stops and sits down on the bed beside you.
"Y/N we've been over this," he reminds you, "You have to stop being so insecure about it. I love your tits."
You giggle but you're not quite convinced.
"And just to prove it to you, look."
He stands in front of you and gestures to the strain in his jeans.
You blush a little and he tugs you up so you are standing in front of him.
"These are perfect okay?" he grins, lifting his hands and rolling them across your nipples.
You want to nod but whimper instead and he chuckles, glad that he's caught your attention.
You watch him as he removes your jeans and lowers you on to the bed before removing his own and his top and chucking them aside. He climbs on the bed and sits at your feet and you continue watching him as he leans in and places a kiss on your lower stomach. Normally he works his way down but this time he works his way up.
"I'm going to show you how much I love these," he whispers, kissing each nipple in turn, "By making you come using only them."
You gasp and he grins against the crevice between your chest. You gulp as he leans back and his fingers come up to each nipple. Hde twirls them aroundd, watching your buds get hard.
"I love when they stiffen like this," he whispers, "especiaqlly when you are wearing one of my t-shirts and all I can see is them poking through."
You blush and whine as he continues circling them.
"I love how you can wear a low cut dress and look completely innnocent while still making me want you."
"I love how you get so shy about them and convince yourself they're not attractive."
"I love how you whine when I touch them."
"But most of all I love how you react when In do this."
He leans in and engulfs one in his mouth, his lip ring brushing over it and you cry out and arch your back from the bed, forcing your chest up to him. His other hand flicks across your free nipple and you groan and writhe, feeling the pleasure travel straight to your core. You know he can make you come like this. He could make you come by looking at you with that seductive look he saves just for you. Or when he stretches his legs wide while he is on stage and hangs his guitar between them while he strums. Or when he bites that damn lip ring while trailing his eyes up and down your body. This was a piece of cake for him.
He worked his tongue across it gently in a figure of eight while his fingers gently stroked the other then he gripped your nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it and it was like he had found a direct line to your core. Your sex was tingling, slowly getting more and more aroused and you could hardly handle it.
"Luke," you whined, "Baby I'm so-"
You were cut of by a gasp from yourself as he moved his lips to the other nipple. Your body was reacting and you had zero control over it. You kept feel yourself getting closer and closer and you'd never wanted to come so badly in your life.
You gulped as he pressed your small chest together and licked between both nipples, spreading the pleasure. Your legs began to shake and he sped up, reading your body with ease.
When you came it was like a tornado, tearing your insides apart and filling them with intense relief and bliss. You whined his name over and over and your hand's gripped both the bed spread then his hair. He pecked each nipple softly then leaned back and smiled down at you, victorious.
"Now you want to put that push up bra on again or not?" He grinned.
"Hmm I think I'll wear your shirt instead," you smirk, sliding off the bed and pulling his discarded tank top on.
His eyes turn dark and travel from your own eyes down to the two nubs poking through the fabric of his favourite top and you bite your lip and giggle.
"Oh I am so not done with you," he smirks and he gets up to grab you just as you leap out the way and race from the room, him thundering after you.
