His hair. One of the many things you loved about him. There's was something about his hair that turned you on. The way it felt when you ran your fingers through it while laying down or when you were kissing or when you pulled on it while he was going down on...
"Y/n" you hear your name being called and you're snapped back to reality.
"Hey babe, you're spacing off."
"Sorry Marshall. I just have a lot on my mind."
Marshall was currently on his Rapture tour for his recent album Kamikaze and it was going absolutely amazing. Every show, so far, was completely sold out and how proud of him you were was an understatement. Every night, you watched your man perform and do what he loves most, besides you. Seeing him rap, jump around and interact with the fans almost made you cry every night. He's so appreciative of the fans and they've always been here with him throughout his career. He always tells you how he wishes he could meet and spend time with every single one of them.
"What are you thinking about?" You hear Marshall whisper in your ear as he wraps his arms around you from behind. He kisses right behind you ear and you shudder a little.
You sigh, relax into his embrace, and you put your hands over his.
"I'm just thinking about these past couple weeks. Watching you perform, I see the passion and love. I really understand how much all this means to you. It's incredible Marshall."
You feel him smile against your neck and he places a kiss there.
"Marshall I'm trying to be serious with you and you turn it into something sexual."
"Baby I'm not being sexual... yet, but that's besides the point. You know this is how I show affection."
"This is how you show affection knowing that it's gonna turn into something else." You laugh and he chuckles.
"I'm happy you're with me on this tour. I really appreciate you being here and experiencing this with me. I'm happy you get to be in the crowd, watching me just like the fans and understanding and seeing me from their perspectives. It does mean a lot."
You smile and turn around facing him, putting your arms around his neck. His eyes search your face and he smiles, leaning down and kissing you softly. You relax into his kiss, your hands finding his hair and running your fingers through it.
You feel Marshall's hands slide down your back and when he reaches your butt, he stops and squeezes it.
"Marshall" you shriek but he cuts you off by picking you up and setting you down on the vanity. He stands between your legs and you look at him biting your lip.
He looks down at you smirking and you know exactly what's going to happen. He reaches down, grabs your ankles, and pulls you into him. You feel him hard through his nike joggers and you want nothing more than for him to take you right there.
You stare up at him and he licks his lips. He runs his hands up your legs and when he gets to your thighs, he stops. His fingers trace your skin and he trails them closer and closer to the place you need him most. Your breathing picks up when he gently brushes his fingers against your spot.
"Wait Marshall. We can't. You're literally about to go onstage in 15 minutes."
"Then we better be quick huh?"
"Marshall, promise me you'll be quick because we can't risk this."
"I promise baby." He says while smirking at you.
As soon as he says that, he smashes his lips against yours and starts unbuttoning your jeans. He pulls away and gets down on his knees, taking them off you. He starts kissing your inner thigh and you lick your lips, knowing exactly what's about to happen. He sucks gently and you know a hickey will be there tomorrow. His hands smooth up your thighs and he pulls your underwear down. He puts them in his pocket and you feel his breath against you.
