Bruce Springsteen #1

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Imagine Bruce trying to focus on something and you focusing on distracting him. You strolled up behind him and draped your arms over his shoulders, leaving kisses down his neck.

"(Y/n), may I ask what you're doing?" He asked, his eyes still not leaving the paper in front of him.

"I'm trying to get you to have some fun," you said, climbing into his lap as you spoke.

You could tell he was trying to hide a smile as you ruffled his hair and gave him puppy eyes.

"Don't you wanna have fun?" You asked.

He let out a sigh and let himself smile as he locked eyes with you, "You're a mess, you know that?"

"But I'm your mess," you whispered as you gave him sultry eyes.

"Mmhm," he said as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close you his lips, "and only mine."

You smiled as you realized you'd finally captured his attention.

His lips brushed against yours giving you a shiver down your spine, which he noticed with a smirk.

"So you said you wanna have fun, huh?" He whispered as his eyes lingered on your lips, which were ever so close to his.

You nodded your head and he sat up in his chair, lifting you up in his arms, "Well you're gonna get what you asked for then," he said as he quickly carried you over to the bed.

Needless to say, he definitely lost his focus on whatever it was he was doing, but the two of you did end up having quite a lot of fun for the rest of that day.

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