prettymuch imagines !

studio night : arreaga

you were in the kitchen making a late dinner, with music blasting through the speakers. brandon has been at the studio almost all day and you wanted to do something sweet for him, and nothing says 'i love you' more than a home-cooked meal.

brandon had walked through the door without you noticing, but once he slammed the door shut your head snapped in his direction. he had scared you half to death.

without acknowledging your presence, he proceeded to walk upstairs, you could tell he was angry. when he wasn't upset, he would hug you from behind, trail kisses on your neck, kissing your sweet spot gently, and mumble an 'i love you' before going to take his relaxing shower.

you turned down the music, "babe, what's wrong?" you yelled up the stairs, worried. you've never seen him this mad.

you heard no response, but instead you heard the bedroom door slam. you were a little set back by the outburst of disrespect, so you silently hoped in your mind for a good reason for this behavior.

you made your way to the room. after opening the door, you were greeted with the sight of you boyfriend laying in bed, with the palm of his hands covering his eyes. in, what seemed to you as, frustration. you sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. "bee, who made you upset?" you questioned, placing your hand on brandon's knee in comfort.

brandon jolted up, "you!" you gave him a look of disbelief as his voice raised, "with your perfect mother fucking body. i can't have a simple conversation with my band mates, because they can't go a minute without talking about your ass, or about how they would 'sooo smash' if you weren't with me!"

you couldn't help but giggle. "it's not not fucking funny, y/n." he placed his head on the headboard of the bed. "i'm tired of it."

"i know, i know, but i love how upset you are about it." he gave you a confused look. "means you care, baby." you smiled.

"noooo, it means that you're all mine and no one else can have you." he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. he placed a very needy kiss on your lips.

"no one can have your sexy ass, but me." he trailed kisses down your neck, kissing your sweet spot, like he should have when he walked through the door.

"brandon, i have food cooking downstairs." you moaned, trying to convince yourself to head back down. "no, stay here with me." he whispered into your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "mm, bee, i can't." you peeled yourself off of his lap and walked down the stairs, regretting your decision are step downstairs.

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i'm uPdAtiNG ?? no wayyy !? this is such a new feeling.
lmao i'm whaat??,, i'm trash.
~ jayden