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They were a walking cliche. Always have been. From the ages of 7 to now 22, they were always polar opposites. Which is why they worked so well together.
Brian walked around the halls of their high school with a leather jacket, ripped black skinny jeans, dirty white t-shirt, and a busted lip or black eye. He smoked cigarettes and drank too much. He almost never attended class, he really only ever showed up to school to make sure no one ever messed with his Anna.
Susanna, named after her grandma, started going by Anna when she met Brian in second grade. He’d told her that Susanna was an old lady name and promptly started calling her Anna, saying it was ‘much prettier.’
Anna is a fair skin wild-child. She was stick thin as a young child, but as they grew she suddenly thickened out, and filled nicely into a curvy body. Her dark blonde hair sometimes looks a bit reddish in the sun, and the freckles on her nose gave her such an innocent look when paired with her big brown doe eyes.
She’s Brian’s weakness. Always has been. He’s been head over punches for her since the day he met her. He’d pushed her down on the playground and when she skinned her knee and started crying softly, his bad boy facade fell. He’d walked her to the school nurse and sat with her, holding her hand, as they cleaned the dirty muddy scrape and bandaged her up.
“Please Brian?” She asks with a pout, blinking her eyes at him in a way where he can’t refuse.
“Sweetie, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He caresses the side of her face.
“But,” She sticks her bottom lip out. “I just wanna try.”
He sighs, hanging his head because man she really knows how to get what she wants.
“We’ll take the backroads, the last mile is all yours okay?” He offers, holding his hand out.
“Okay!” She grins, taking his offered hand to swing her leg over the seat of his motorcycle.
He looks back, getting a small glimpse of her creamy thigh. She’s always wearing these short sundresses now, and they love to make his mind wander into the gutter. He reaches back when she’s settled up nicely against his back. He can feel her breasts pushed up against him, and he can tell she’s not wearing a bra today.
His hand lands on her left thigh, and he slips his fingertips under the hem of her skirt for a minute. Biting his lip he lightly scratches his fingers down her leg and he can hear the intake of her breath in his ear.
That only revs his engine further. He knows he just promised to let her drive the last mile home, but he doesn’t know if he’s gonna have the patience to let her. He was barely able to handle watching her walk into her college lecture when he dropped her off earlier.
He makes the decision to break his promise when she holds his waist tighter on a curve, and when she squeezes her thighs against his. She’s warm, and squishy, and he can’t wait.
He takes a sharp left to take them down the road to his place, and she whines in his ear. That alone almost makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“You promised.” She loosens her grip on his waist.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He yells so she can hear him, dropping his right hand from the handlebar to rest on her hands.
He pulls the bike up into the driveway of his own little run down house. It’s nothing special, just a workshop with a bedroom and bathroom attached. It was his Grandpa’s, and when he passed he took it before the rest of the family could sell it.
When he turns the bike off they sit for a moment, he doesn’t move. He does in fact smirk though when Anna clutches his shirt. The bike’s vibration does rile her up. His hand that’s still on hers pushes them down, just so she can feel that he’s riled up too. His left hand goes back to her thigh, this time caressing it.
“Please.” She whimpers. He can’t handle it, he gets up off the bike and turns to her in a flash. Her cheeks are flushed red, lips a bright pink, hair messy. Her legs seem to be shaky already, so he crouches down and lifts her easily into his arms.
Her legs wrap around his waist, his hands resting just under her ass to hold her up. He walks her into his place, kicking the door shut behind him when they enter. Once in his room he sets her down, lifting her dress over her head revealing her white lacy panties underneath.
“Damn Baby.” He husks, devouring her with his eyes. She’s staring up at him like he’s the only man in the world and it’s just making him harder. “What do you want Baby?”
“You.” She answers so quickly.
He grins, gives her a ‘come hither’ motion and when she does he plants a sinful kiss to her lips. One that has her at his mercy. He sits on his bed, breathing heavily as he looks her up and down again. She stands between his spread thighs, and he bites his lip as he stares at her naked body.
“You’re so sexy.” He hums, palming her breasts in his hand. She moans at the rough feel of his hands on her sensitive nipples.
He trails his fingers slowly down her body, dipping them down into the front of her panties. He groans at the feeling.
“You’re so wet Baby.”
She’s groaning at how he’s teasing her. Clutching his shoulders so her knees don’t buckle from beneath her. His thumbs hook into panties at her hips. He shimmies them down her thick hips and thighs, and that fateful tattoo stares right back at him. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. The black inked ‘B’ on her hip stands out on her pale hip. He leans forward, planting a small kiss to his initial and she keens in his hands.
He pulls her down onto her lap, making her straddle him. She gasps at the feel of the fabric of his jeans on her bare mound. He’s bulging, and when he grabs her ass she jumps into him. She moans at the feel and he grins.
“Come on Baby.” He licks his lips. He pulls her close again so she rubs against him. Her eyes roll back and he knows she feels good. He likes making her feel good. So he keeps holding her hips, making her roll against him.
Her thighs start to squeeze him tighter, and she starts to take control of the speed leaving him a panting mess beneath her as she rides him.
Her back arches, moaning his name, nails digging into his shoulders as she stutters. It ripples through her, sending a shockwave through her entire body. When she finishes she slumps against him, and he kisses down her neck.
“Good job.” He mumbles into her ear, tugging on her earlobe.
“That was new.” She breathes out, yelping when he rolls her over onto her back. “You’re wearing too much.”
“I was wearing enough a minute ago.” He snides, and he snickers as she hides her face from him. “I love when you hide from me, as if I don’t know how you taste or how you look when you cum.”
“Stop!” She whines, rolling into his pillow.
“Uh huh,” He tsks, grabbing her legs and rolling her back to her back. “'M Not done with you.” He says, hovering over her.
Her eyes flick open at the feel of his warm skin on hers. She didn’t even see him undress, but here he is in all his glory over her.
“Ready?” He asks, receiving a nod in response. With that he slips in, growling at the feel of her warm walls around him. “Oh god Baby.”
Her head is thrown back, legs coming up to wrap around his narrow waist. He grabs her hands that go to wrap around his neck. He plants them on the bed, keeping his fingers intertwined with hers.
“Been waiting to feel you all day.” He moans, starting a slow deep rhythm. “Since you sent me that dirty text this morning.”
“Faster.” She pants out, tugging him in closer with her thighs.
He speeds up, changing out how far he comes out. Making it deeper.
“God you’re so warm.” He drops his head into the crook of her neck. “I can feel you sucking me in.”
“Please Brian, please.” She pleads with him, not being able to come up with other words.
“Oh god, oh god.” He croons, feeling the tickle go down his spine.
“Please, please.” She moans, holding his hands tighter. She clenches when she feels herself get closer, making Brian throw his head back and growl. His growl vertebrates through her making her back arch off the bed.
“Come on Baby.” He speeds up even more.
“Brian!” She yells out when he hits that spongy spot inside her.
Her jaw drops when she comes, and he watches as her eyes squeeze shut and her body goes stiff and then lax. He groans lowly, holding her tighter as he cums. They hold each other as they both come down from their highs.
He pulls back after a few minutes, slowly pulling out of her. She gasps at the loss of him, and then at the feel of him leaking out of her. He watches, finding it extremely sexy when he can see his cum drip down. He pushes it back in a few times with his fingers, until she pushes him away from being over sensitive.
He promises he’ll be right back with a kiss on her forehead and rushes to his bathroom to clean up. While he’s cleaning himself he’s got the shower water running to heat up. Once he’s clean he grabs a small wash cloth from the cabinet and drenches it with the warm water.
“Let me clean you up baby before we shower.” He whispers as he nudges her legs back open.
“Sleepy.” She mumbles.
“I know, but we gotta get all cleaned up. Then we can take a nap okay.”
“I have to write a paper tonight.” She talks out loud, suddenly remembering the world outside of their relationship.
“I know, I’ll set an alarm for 5. You start on your paper and I’ll make dinner.”
“You’re gonna make me dinner?” She asks with a small pout as he tosses the washcloth into his hamper.
“Mac and cheese?” He offers.
“Yum.” She nods.
“Come on.” He lifts her.
“You’re so cute.” She whispers, playing with his hair.
“For you.” He looks at her as he sets her down in the bathroom.
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He’s a very quiet, private, stick to himself, kind of guy.
That type of guy with a girlfriend leads to not much PDA, far and few between intimate moments, and small moments of doubt.
You know Connor loves you, you also know he shows it in a way you don’t.
You would rather hold his hand as you walked down the street, leave some passionate kisses on his lips whenever you had to leave his side, or surprise him at work with a coffee.
Connor though, took pictures of you in what you thought were your worst moments. He’d send you pictures of beautiful destinations with no caption, or give you just the slightest smile if he saw you walk in from across the room.
He was especially this way on tour, not wanting to seem like he wasn’t focused on his job. He’d walk ahead of you with the group or go out on little adventures for a photo shoot and tell you about it later. To him, he knew you were there. You were a constant in his life of crazy, so he didn’t think much about it.
You knew that, and you loved him for it, but of course you had moments where you really just wanted your boyfriend to be near.
“Look she’s getting so mad!” You hear Alessia laugh as you walk down the hallway of the venue, hoping to find Connor somewhere. You peak your head in the room and can’t help but smile at the laughter spilling out of the room.
“Who’s getting mad?” You asked, walking in and peering over Alessia’s and Olivia’s shoulder to see them watching a video on their laptop.
“Y/n!” Alessia cheers, “We’re watching couple prank videos on youtube, look-” She points to a screen where you see a boyfriend trying to kiss his girlfriend. “It’s the ‘I can’t stop kissing you’ prank, and she’s getting so annoyed with him.”
You lean on the back of the couch their seated on, to watch the rest of the video and the next one Olivia clicks on after that. Again it was a kissing video, and this girlfriend was much more annoyed than the last.
Connor is strolling down the halls, camera in hand, stopping when he hears your voice, a smile instantly spending on his face.
“I don’t understand why they’re so annoyed?” You question when the video ends.
“What do you mean?” Alessia asks.
“I’d kill if Connor gave me attention like that, so I’m a little lost at why they’re annoyed with their boyfriends wanting to kiss them.”
Alessia’s brows furrow as you speak, she’s confused as to what you’ve said about Connor. She knows for a fact that that boy is obsessed with you, and can’t ever get you out of his mind.
She reaches back and touches your hand silently, locking eyes with you and giving you a look that let you know she’s here if you ever want to talk.
“Speaking of Con, have you seen him?” You ask, changing the subject.
“Last I heard he was going out with Shawn and Brian for lunch. I assumed you were going, did you not join them?”
“I didn’t know he left, I was waiting for him to see if he’d have a chance to join me for lunch.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I should’ve texted him.”
Connor stands outside the room watching and listening to you.
He looks down to the ground at the disappointment in your voice. He shuts his eyes when he remembers that he never texted you that he was headed to lunch with the boys. And curses himself at the fact that he left you alone looking for him.
“Did you wanna stay with us until soundcheck?” Olivia asked, patting the open spot on the couch next to her. “We plan to watch more ‘I can’t stop kissing you’ pranks.”
“Sure,” You smile walking around the couch to take a seat.
“If I had a boyfriend and I walked up and started kissing him he’d better put whatever he’s doing down to kiss me back, I’d slap all these boys straight up for getting annoyed.” Olivia says as she clicks on the next video.
**
You were already asleep by the time Connor made it back to the bus, it was a driving night and he wanted to make sure all his gear was packed and loaded correctly.
When he peaked into your bunk he sighed at your sleeping figure. Your headphones were in your ears, a youtube video playing on your phone. He reached over, stopping the video and closing the app. He smiled at your home screen picture, which was of him from one of the latest photo shoots for Shawn. He was filming the FLOW campaign on the side of the road, shirtless because it was hotter than hell outside, and you had snapped a picture of his side profile as he was taking a picture of Shawn.
He looked down at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead, before plugging your phone and wrapping your headphones in a circle so they don’t tangle while you sleep.
“Night Babygirl,” He whispers, smoothing your hair out over your pillow. “I love you. Sweet dreams.” He plants one more kiss to your forehead and ducks out of your bunk to let you sleep.
He spots Shawn and wanders towards him on the couch, taking a seat and playing with his fingers. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah man, what’s up?”
“Can you explain that whole languages of love or whatever thing to me?”
Shawn looks up from his phone, clicking it off and pocketing it. “Why?”
“I’m worried I’m not doing well enough to show her that I love her, and I know we’re different that way. So I thought if you explained it to me I might be able to understand what she needs from me. She’s been so understanding with me and my personality, and giving me the time and space I needed. But I want to give her what she needs to you know?”
Shawn smiles, reaching over and grabbing a book from his backpack, handing it to Connor. “Read that, it’s got everything you need.”
**
After reading that whole book Shawn gave him, watching a few of those stupid couple videos you were watching with the girls yesterday and taking what you said to heart he’s got a plan on how to show you he loves you.
You wake to him stroking your hair, smiling down at you. “Morning Gorgeous.”
You blush, looking around and then back up at him. “Good morning.” You say hesitantly. “Did we already make it to the venue?”
“Yeah, just parked.”
“Oh, am I late?” You sit up.
“Late?” He asks, blue eyes holding a teasing tone.
“You’re just...” You look around, hearing the rest of the team laughing just down the hall. “Are you okay?” You ask, staring at him.
“M’perfect.” He smiles, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a kiss. You kiss him back, but are totally confused.
“Am I forgetting an anniversary or something?”
“Nope, still have 2 months and 17 days.” He shakes his head, playing with your fingers.
You stare at him, one, in shock he knows the exact day count until your 2 year anniversary, and two, at how affectionate he is being on the bus right now.
“Wanna have breakfast with me?” He asks looking up at you.
“Um, yeah, where is everyone going?” You ask, pulling your phone from the charger.
“Not sure, thought we could go somewhere just us?” He says, smiling when your head whips over.
“Like a breakfast date?”
“Yeah, what do you say Gorgeous? Can I take you out?”
You blush again, biting your lip. “Are you sure everything's okay? Did you do something?”
“Everything is fine, just wanna take my girl out, can I do that?”
“Yeah, okay. Can I get ready first?”
“Yeah,” He nods, pecking your lips. “Hurry though.” He kisses you deeper, sighing against you.
You let your fingers thread through his hair, legs wrapping around his waist as he stands in front of your bunk. You smile against his lips when his hands sneak up under your (his) shirt.
“Okay, I’ll hurry.” You whisper, smile never fading from your face as you jump from your bunk and rush to the bathroom.
**
He held your hand as you both walked to a little cafe down the street. He even twirled you around a few times on your walk, laughing and smiling with you.
He spoke with you about any and everything during breakfast, offering you bites of his scrambled eggs in return for bites of your pancakes. You look like one of those cheesy rom com couples who feed each other and can’t stop giggling.
He even goes as far to wipe your hands off for you with his napkin, planting kisses on the back and palm of your hands once he’s done.
“What’s gotten into you?” You ask as he pays the check.
“What do you mean?” He hums, leaving a tip and signing his name.
“What’s gotten into you? You’re being, I don’t know, you’re being odd.”
“Odd? Odd how?”
“Well I mean, I can’t remember the last time you took me on a date when we were on tour. And you, you kissed me on the bus this morning. You held my hand on the way here and through most of breakfast.”
“I think that’s called being your boyfriend.” He teases.
“No Con, be real with me. What happened?”
“Baby what are you-”
“You don’t do this, you don’t like PDA, you don’t-”
“I don’t mind PDA.” He lowers his voice. “I’m not a super huge fan of people seeing our personal stuff, but I’m not against it.”
“PDA is people seeing our personal stuff Con.”
He looks up at you, his eyes darting between yours. “But you like it.”
You give him a weird look. “PDA?”
“Yeah.”
“Who said I liked PDA?”
“I just know that you like-”
“Wait, did someone talk to you?”
“No, I overheard you yesterday with the girls. You made a comment about if I ever gave you that type of attention you could never be annoyed or something. And if I’m not showing you enough I’ll change that, I love you, and I can’t-”
“Hey,” You tug at his hand that’s now clutching his hair, threading your fingers through his and smiling at him. “You show me plenty.” You kiss the pad of his thumb. “Would I complain if you held my hand while we were with the group, no. Or if you woke me up like you did today every morning, no. But I know my boy, I know how you work, I know how you love.”
“I love you so much.” He blurts. “I don’t tell you enough, but I do love you. So fucking much. With my whole entire heart.”
You pout at him, “Baby,” You whine. “Stop, I love you too. I know you love me. I know it Bubs.”
“And I’ll hold your hand when we’re out. And I’ll kiss you good morning, and good night, and hello, and goodbye, and in the afternoon, and in the arenas, and on the bus.”
“Connor.” You hush him. “You’re okay Bubbas, I promise. Don’t change because of me.”
“Changing isn’t a bad thing,” He shakes his head. “I’m still me, I’m just me loving on you.”
You grin, “Quoting Mendes now eh?”
He gives you a bashful grin and shakes his head. “He’s a smart dude.”
“He is, he hired my boyfriend.”
Connor blushes and stares at you. “I’m so lucky.” He whispers.
“Shut up.” You push his face to the side, spotting the crew walking down the street, Shawn holding Connor’s camera. “Connor.”
“Yes Beautiful.” He grins.
“Shawn has your camera.”
“He what?” Connor whips his head around to see where you’re staring out the window. His eyes zero in on Shawn, and he’s torn. Torn between chasing Shawn down and taking his precious camera from the clumsy hands Shawn has, and staying with you, his precious girlfriend who he hasn’t shown much attention too lately.
He looks back at you, finding you already up from your seat, taking off for the door. He sits for a minute, watching you before he’s jumping up and chasing after you.
He catches up, grabbing your hand with his, tangling your fingers together by the time you’ve met up with the crew.
“Lovebirds! You found us.” Shawn cheers.
“Camera.” You demand, pointing to Connor’s camera.
Shawn snickers, turning to Brian before bringing it to his eye, snapping shots of you and Connor. Connor blushes, and you hide, trying to turn away from the lens view, hiding yourself in Connor’s arm. He just chuckles leaning down to kiss your cheek and Shawn snaps multiple pictures of the moment.
“That’s gonna be my new background.” Connor whispers in your ear, before pressing his lips to yours.
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