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We’re on in Five - Kelly Nickels & Reader - Part One

Yes, yes I know I should be working on my wips but no ideas were coming and then this beautiful picture inspired me to write about reader doing his make up and well this was born. This has two parts!

“Stop fuckin’ moving, I’m trying make your gorgeous face look even prettier” you cried as Kelly wriggled around underneath you.

“I’m sorry it tickles” he laughed still squirming. He gripped his large hands tightly on your hips and you continued to attempt to apply his eyeshadow as part of his stage make up for the night.

You repositioned yourself in his lap wriggling around trying to get comfy to avoid the cramp you could feel coming in the back of your legs.

You were snapped back out of your comfort mission by a deep throaty moan.

You looked at Kelly and were greeted by his dark lust filled eyes. His erection throbbing through his jeans against your ass.

“This dress makes these look fantastic” he said grabbing at your breasts.

You realised all the moving around in his lap had turned him on.

You played this to your advantage knowing how much you being in control go him going, you placed a hand against his chest for leverage and rolled your hips against him causing him buck his hips and let out another one of his deep throaty moans.

You were about to pull him in for a deep kiss when Phil burst through the door shouting about 5 minutes till stage time.

“Dammit” you muttered under your breath.

Phil stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the both you, you straddling Kelly, his hand his hands firmly on your hips the pair of you a little more than flushed and laughed.

“Did I interrupt something?” He smirked.

“No, no not all!” You told him through gritted teeth. You tried to calm your breathing but that was proving to be difficult the only barrier between you and Kelly’s erection being his jeans and your underwear that’s if you could call the tiny, flimsy pieces of material he loved so much and always brought you as gifts underwear.

Kelly moved to speak to Phil accidentally rocking his hips cause an unbearable friction against you.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be there in a minute dude” he told him ignoring the filthy look you shot at him.

Phil walked out the dressing room, door slamming behind him.

Kelly stared at you and smirked.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked still smirking.

He had no idea how much you wanted to kiss that stupid goofy smirk off his face until he gently grabbed your jaw and crashed his lips into yours taking your breath away. You were both desperate and hungry for each other hands wandering until a loud bang and voice brought you back to reality.

“Stop fucking you dirty fuckers and get out here we’ve got a show to play” followed by a filthy laugh.

You both groaned.

“I swear I’m gonna put bleach in Phil and Tracii’s shampoos one of these days if they don’t quit cock blocking us every opportunity they get!” You muttered under you breath

Kelly just laughed at you, he knew his bandmates were like brothers to you which made him laugh even harder because you forever behaved like siblings scrapping.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you after baby” he whispered in your ear erupting your whole body into goosebumps.

He lifted you out his lap and stood up and adjusted himself.

“For the record you look hot when you’re all mad and worked up” he smirked planting a sloppy kiss at the corner of your mouth.

You playfully swatted at his arm.

“Just get out there and play the damn show” you giggled.