This is from a rockband AU ive been daydreaming about 💕
That cologne was practically an aphrodisiac. Your eyes drank in every detail of him; the way he sprawled out languidly in his bean bag, the way he spread his legs comfortably with his guitar perched across his lap, how he rolled his head back and bobbed his head to the tune of his strings, placid and casual with eyes fluttered shut. A smile crept its way across his scarred lips when he felt your fingertips threading their way through his messy, cyan locks. You plant little kisses all over his bare face, making him giggle boyishly.
"I thought you wanted me to serenade you?" He mused, sitting his guitar aside to pull you into his lap instead. "Looks like my little canary would rather sing for me instead."
That mischievous glint in his eyes wasn't lost on you. You'd been away from each other for far too long, both busy with touring and fan meetups, leaving you basically with zero time to yourselves. But tonight, you two found yourselves all alone with no rehearsals to attend, no interviews, or photoshoots, what with the tour being over. What were a couple of lovebirds to do with all this downtime?
Your skin felt on fire wherever he touched you, your body instinctively giving into his wordless commands. His warm, calloused hands speak to your body, your spine caving in and arching when he strokes you there. He watches hungrily as you arch your back on top of him until finally, he can't take the sight of you anymore. He wraps his strong, toned arms around your waist and latches his teeth onto your throat, coaxing a breathy, gaspy moan from you. "Missed you so much, Sally Baby."
"I missed you too, baby. Missed you so fuckin' much."
The two of you waste no time undressing each other. The taste of your skin is all he can think about as drives his hips down into you. He has you pinned on your stomach, teeth deep in the nape of your neck as he growls and moans into your flesh. "F-Fuck me, Sally!" You cry out desperately as your pussy clenches around his thick dick, making him hook his elbow underneath your chin, effectively trapping you in a chokehold. "Take it for me, princess," he whispers into your ear before nipping at the shell of it, tugging and licking at the delicate flesh until you dig your nails into his arms. "That's it, baby, take it for me. You're a good girl, squeezing on my cock like that."
You whine and whimper into his bicep as you bite down on his muscles to silence yourself. "None of that. I said I wanted my little songbird to sing for me. Now sing." In an instant, he adjusts his hips to point the tip of his cock straight down into your sweet spot, making you squeal and squirm and writhe beneath him. "Harder, Sally! Ooooh, just like that! G-Gonna cum for you, gonna cum all over that dick, baby!"
Sal lets out a deep, guttural groan from deep in his chest when he feels your pussy squeezing down on his angry cock. He bullies his dick into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back as you finally give into your orgasm. As you writhe beneath him, he holds you steady by your hips, marveling at the sight of your plump, bouncy cheeks and thighs rippling with each crash of his hips. "A-Ah, mmmh, look at me! L-Look at me, Sally, pleeeease," you whine as you peer back at him, eyes locking with his blue ones. The way your eyebrows are furrowed, pretty eyes half-lidded, lips parted, and tongue slightly poking out past those puffy, quivering lips has Sal in a trance. The sound of your wet pussy gushing all around him is just too much, and he finally snaps. He's so sexy like this; completely lost in his pleasure, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out as he ruts into you like a wild animal, both your juices mixing and dripping all down your thighs. He's so fucking sexy, it makes you want him all over again.
He releases you from his chokehold and snakes his fingers underneath your chin, gently gripping at your plush cheeks to make you pout before kissing you tenderly. You moan into his kiss, savoring the feeling of his lips, the taste of your pussy on his tongue, the warmth of his breath. He's intoxicating.
When he pulls away, he's wearing an entirely different expression from before. That smoldering, sexy casanova was long gone and had instead been replaced by your sweet, doting, golden retriever of a boyfriend.
