You guys would probably meet through common friends, maybe on a birthday party or and engagement party.
He mirrors your movements a lot (and looks silly doing it, but he's just a nervous boy).
Watches and searches for you all night but does not make big moves firsthand (he thinks it's too earlier)
As you both keep meeting eachother he finally gives in and ask for your number. His next days are filled with giggling kicking feet and sharing funny things on the internet.
On your first date it rains a lot, messing with his picnic ideas but he's a fast-thinker and take you to his fav sushi restaurant on Vancouver (and makes sure to share his theories on why that place is so good!)
Get's so excited on first touches, the expectation drives him mad but he loves taking things with patience.
He wants your attention, craves your attention. He's for sure a clingy boyfriend
nestling on your neck for attention, cuddling is top notch!
Kissing the base of his neck, feeling the pulses on your sensitive lips... Brushing your lips on his jaw... yeah amen
Sharing that deep feeling that comes with resting your foreheads against each other.
he's not super big on affection in public but he does like to hold your hand or your waist on occasion. he gets a little protective when you're out because of fans. behind closed doors, he likes to be as close to you as possible. hugging you from behind while you're cooking, cuddling on the couch, or sitting in his lap when you're watching a show.
he will be making you a million playlists and he will get upset if you don't listen to all of them and tell him how much you love them. if it's a late night and you both can't sleep, you'll drive around together just listening to music and talking.
your camera roll is full of his worst angles. every time he's getting ready for a gig, you make sure to take at least one 0.5 before he leaves. you have so many criminal pictures of him sleeping with his mouth open, when he's mid-sneeze, or during a bad hair day. this absolutely goes both ways, you will never escape his wrath.
i don't think he'd be super public with your relationship but he'd definitely try to rope you into one of his cosplay tiktoks. if you're not up to getting into cosplay with him, he'll ask you to do his makeup or help him with a wig.
he's definitely the old-school romantic type. on your first date, he picked you up from yours with a bouquet of flowers. he loves taking you on restaurant dates, especially out of the way places. you guys' current favourite is a local-owned ramen shop that has the best dumplings.
whenever you're in the audience (and he'll insist you are), he'll change the lyrics of his songs to reference you. for example, on 'two' he'll say "got a great main chick, i don't need these hoes" or something cute like that.
Not proofed or anything, just needed to get this out of my mind lol
A/N: New obsession. Sorry, not sorry.
Your hands slid down his exposed back, fingers splaying out as you moved them closer to his neck. He sighed softly, relaxing into your touch. Small kisses trailed the path your hand had taken, nuzzling and nipping along his spine, as your hand slid between his abdomen and the mattress.
He was sleepy warm, his body still waking up, coming back to life. Both the two of you were naked, stretched out in the comfort of your own bed finally. You sat in on one of his interviews the week prior, watching as he joked back and forth with the flirty interviewer. Everyone that come into Alex's contact seemed to be smitten by him, no interviewer was sparred.
"I could go for getting' pegged, ya know, once I've made that commitment to a woman and I trust them enough." Was something along the lines of what Alex had said. He laughed along as the woman interviewer acted too enthusiastically and shouted, "Let's go!"
But it had been stuck in your mind since then.
You were no stranger to the world of kink, but it was the first Alex had mentioned anything about it. He was never one to really talk about his fantasies, but understood you were down for pretty much whatever he was. He was always surprising you with new adventurous things to try…maybe it was your turn to return the favor.
A small groan escaped his throat as you slowly stroked his cock to life, feeling him harden in your hand. Your nose nuzzled into the shell of his ear, peppering the exposed skin there with kisses as he fully woke up then. He pressed himself back against you, seeking your warmth, and then froze when he felt an unfamiliar feeling poking in his back.
"The fuck is that?" He asked groggily, reaching back and wrapping his hand around the silicone dildo placed in the strap on you had slipped into before returning to bed and waking him up.
"You know what it is…'I could go for getting' pegged'…sound familiar, Alex?" you quoted back to him, nuzzling into his ear as you stroked his cock, smirking as the realization hit him, and his cock only throbbed in response. "I figured since, ya know, you did propose…maybe I'm that woman."
He blindly ran his fingers over the toy and you felt him shudder just a bit before he wrapped his hand around it again.
"It feels big," was all he could seem to muster out, tugging on the strap, creating a delicious friction on your end. You had lucked up and found a double sided option. Each stroke he made of your fake cock, only pulled it out of you, and then pushed it back in as he stroked. Your pussy had throbbed at the thought of this all week until you finally got home and found your moment.
"Want to try it out?" You asked softly, your hand moving up to his chest, smearing his precum in a long trail. "I'm sure we can make it fit."
He breathed as if your words knocked the breath out of him. He pressed himself harder back against you, the tip of your cock getting pinned right against his hole. He was so turned on he could barely muster words at that moment, so all he could do was swallow, hard, and whimper out a soft, "Yes, please."
"That's my good boy," you whispered, "Get on your hands and knees for me."
You watched as he quickly, almost embarrassingly quick, scrambled to the middle of the bed as you kneeled at the end, squirting a generous layer of lube all over your cock. Two lubed fingers circled his hole, teasing and pressing. He surprised you this time by laying his head down on the mattress, giving you ample exposure. As you pressed your finger into his warm hole, your other hand slowly and teasingly jerked him off, trying to ease any discomfort.
You took your time stretching him out, feeling his body relax further as any discomfort moved into strictly pleasure, and before you knew it, he was rocking himself back against your prying fingers. You kept your fingers away from his prostate after locating the small nub nestled deep inside of him. You weren't going to let him have that much fun before you even got to what you both were throbbing for…
He whimpered when you slid your fingers out of him, the disconnect immediate, but immediately tensed up when he felt the cool tip of your cock pressing against his hole.
"I've got you," you said softly, "Do you want me to sto-"
"No," he cut you off quickly, reaching back and gripping your thighs, "Do it…need it…you…"
You had seen Alex in many different states, but the neediness in his voice was foreign…and it only made you throb harder. Your own arousal was dripping down the insides of your thighs as you lined your toy up with his entrance again and slowly inched into him. You took your time, but soon, all six inches of your fake cock was buried in him to the hilt.
"Fuck me," he panted into the mattress, "Please…please."
Your mouth watered at the desperation in his voice as you looked down and watched as you slid your cock out of him, almost entirely to the tip, and then watched as it disappeared inside of him. The tightness of his ass created enough friction and suction that it pulled the toy out of your soaked pussy, and with each thrust into him, sent it driving into you, and the friction of the leather pressed right against your clit nearly sent you over the edge.
You kept your pace moderate, watching in the mirror beside your bed as he matched your thrusts and also fisted himself at the same time. His jaw was slack, eyes glossed over, and there was a red tint across his cheeks as he watched the two of you in the mirror.
"You're being such a good boy for me," you moaned, already feeling your orgasm approaching. He rocked himself back against you in rhythm, not ashamed of letting his whimpers and moans escape now.
He couldn't himself as you threaded your fingers into his hair and used it as leverage to fuck him harder. The tip of your cock rammed into his prostate with the new angle and he had to bite his lips to keep himself from crying out as he came. His entire body trembled underneath you as you kept your pace up, chasing your own orgasm, but continuously brushing the tip of yourself across his prostate.
"Cum for me," he rasped out, body too weak from the overwhelming sense of pleasure to do anything else, And, as usual, that's all it took to send you over the edge, your orgasm ravaging you as you ground yourself against his ass. Your pussy pulsed with each wave of pleasure, your hands moving to dig into his hips to stabilize yourself.
Without being able to help yourself, you slumped against him, using your arms to prop yourself up. You stayed in that position, admiring the way his body stretched around your cock and took all of you in on the first try. You couldn't help the way you instinctively kept grinding against him, the feeling of your orgasm slipping away, before you had started to slowly pull out. As you pulled the toy out of you, your mess only become greater, seeping further down the inside of your legs.
His ass was covered in lube and your climax mixing together, leaving him soaked. You'd clean him up later…but for now… With trembly legs, you walked up to where his head was and sat down in front of him, spreading your legs. He immediately knew what you want and his warm mouth was on your pussy within seconds, licking and cleaning every inch, moaning at the taste of your orgasm coating his tongue. Thick fingers parted your lips and his mouth attached to your clit, flicking his tongue back and forth as he slid two fingers inside of you, causing you to moan his name so loudly that it echoed in the quiet room.
Tomorrow, you'd unpack and get things settled from tour. But for now, you just laid back and enjoyed staring into those pretty brown eyes as he cleaned up the mess between your legs…
Requested: Bonus Day of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!
Warnings: using his real name. Also inspo from a true story (except Alex was my dad)
POV: Second Person (You/your/Mentions reader wearing a bra)
W.C. 588
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Traveling in general was always fun, but touring brought everything to a new level. Everything was quick and precise and action-packed. The only time it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows was when you or someone else from the team got stopped. Apparently, your camera equipment looked suspiciously bomb like. This was just like any other time.
You watched as Ryan walked through the X-ray. He was fine, but his bag was not.
Then Alex went through. He was fine, and he didn’t have anything weird in his bag. He was able to just head over to the benches.
Then you went through.
“I’m telling you I don’t have anything on me,” You defended, holding your hands up in defense. “Wand me down or search me, but I’m clean.”
“Tell them where you hid the drugs,” Alex chuckled from behind the TSA agent, whose eyes widened before going back to you..
“Alex, shut the fuck up,” You seethed before switching your tone. “I don’t have any drugs, never done them in my life, to be honest. He’s just being stupid. He’s high on antidepressants, so he says some wacky things, you know?”
“No, I don’t know,” The agent said monotonously. “You can either be honest, or we will have to search you. Do you have any metal or dangerous weapons on you?”
“No, I don’t,” You replied as the agent wanded you down, and it went off right at your chest. “I swear, I don’t have anything.”
“Does your bra have metal?” Alex shouted from the benches again. This time, you saw Ryan slap him on the back of the head. “I’m just asking! A lot of your bras have metal. I would know.”
“Alex, you are going to get me killed,” You muttered under your breath, “No, this bra doesn’t even have underwire.”
“Could you be smuggling something in your bra?”
“No, there is no metal in or under my-” You paused as it suddenly dawned on you. You dropped your head, muttering, “I do have metal under my bra.”
“In what form?”
“Piercings,” you answered, “Two on each, so that might explain it.”
“Ok, you’re free to go.”
You let out a sigh as you walked back over to Alex, who was standing, waiting for what got you singled out.
“Ryan went to the bathroom, but what happened?” He asked as he helped you put your shoes back on.
“Surprise, I have piercings that apparently set off TSA alarms,” you chuckled, grabbing your bag, standing up, and shrugging your shoulders. “I just forgot about them.”
“Wait, you have your nipples pierced?” He gasped, “How did I not know this?”
“You didn’t ask.” You didn’t wait for him to respond as you saw Ryan exit the bathroom, so you grabbed Alex’s hand and the camera bag before walking towards your gate.
“How long have you had those?” He whispered into your ear as you fell in step with Ryan.
“Almost 10 years now, I think,” you said, not really sure anyway. Thankfully, Ryan was busy listening to his own music and leading the way to the gate, so you didn’t worry about having to explain this later.
“Can I see them?”
“Right now? No,” you chuckled as you found the gate. “You want me to flash everybody here? There’s children!”
“No, not here obviously,” he hissed as you two sat in the chairs by the window. “I meant in the bathroom or something.”
“Here,” you sighed before holding up your finger in a plus sign, “Use your imagination.”
