#backstage fun

So, naturally, Walter became your private bodyguard. Wherever you were, he was in a close radius to you. When there was an enormous pile of paparazzi, the cameras ready to blind you as they desperately wanted to take a picture of you, he took off his jacket and shielded you from the flashes. 

Walter was a natural bodyguard, always making sure you were safe.

Everyone who wasn’t working for you suspected you were dating, because of the way he looked at you and you looked back, but in all honesty: you weren’t necessarily dating.

You were solely fucking. 

It was what worked best for you and despite obviously developing feelings for him (have you seen the man?), you’d kept your distance, not wanting to lose this fuck buddy.

Walter knew exactly what he was doing and you did not want to lose that. He knew how to push your buttons. He knew how to keep you in line with just one stern look. While you were ready to risk it all for him, he always had your public image in mind, not wanting you to fall off your well deserved pedestal. 

But that was to the public. The second the door of your hotel room closed, he had you naked in a matter of seconds and then fucked the living daylight out of you.

After one of the most amazing shows of your life, you were still buzzing afterwards. You were in the back of the car, while Walter drove you, your manager and some of the backup dancers back to the hotel. You were still loudly singing, enjoying the aftermath of an awesome concert. 

Your manager and the backup dancers made their way to their own hotel room and you dragged Walter with you by his shirt. He followed you and securely closed the door behind you. 

You got on the bed after you kicked off your shoes and stood on the mattress. ‘Mister Marshall, what did you think of the show?’

‘I thought it went amazing,’ he said, as he took of his blazer. ‘Careful, you’ll fall.’

‘You’re too uptight,’ you said, jumping on the mattress. 

He simply rolled his eyes and right in time, managed to catch you as you almost slipped off the mattress. ‘Gorgeous you are, but stubborn as hell.’ He dropped you on the bed and undid you from your clothing. Thankfully you already got rid of your stage outfit and your make-up, because as beautiful as it is on stage, it’s too much off stage. In true Walter fashion, he had you naked in seconds and kneeled in between your spread legs, his hand dangerously around your throat, but his thumb simply caressed your tender skin. He did not obtain you from oxygen, he lovingly touched you. It was moments like these you wondered what he felt about you.

You bridged the distance, wrapping your arms around his neck and gently giving him a kiss. You did not want to let him go, not ever. 

However, before things could go to sentimental, he pulled back and whispered: ‘Good girls get punished, miss Jumping On the Bed.’

And punished you got. He fucked you well, like he always did. Because you were so damn loud, he pushed his tie in your mouth, however it only drowned out some of the noise you made. Like always, he was rough, but tender in the way he checked up on you. He knew you well, he knew your limits, probably even better than you did yourself. 

Walter normally wanted you in doggy style, but today he pushed you down flat on your stomach and entered you from behind. It felt so deep, so good and you buried your face in the pillow. While the tie and pillow drowned out some of the noise you made, it wasn’t 100 percent sound proof. 

Walter caged you in underneath his large frame, his lips close to your ear and he pressed mindless kisses on your temple. You came who know how many times and by the time he had filled you up like he always does, making sure not a drop goes to waste, your legs were unable to stop trembling. 

‘Are you alright?’ he asked you.

‘I am,’ you whispered, as you tried to catch your breath. 

‘You learned your lesson?’ Walter chuckled, as he smacked your bottom. 

‘No jumping on the bed,’ you tiredly laughed. ‘Got it.’

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That night, he held you close, kissing you softly on the forehead and when you woke up in the middle of the night, desperate for some more, he had indulged and softly made love to you. He had never made love to you, only overstimulated you using your toys, fucked you till you saw stars and bend you to his preference. This was different. He took his time, looked you deep in your eyes and kissed you like he had never done before.

You were falling for him, you realized that, but you didn’t say it to him. You didn’t want to scare him off. Not even when you were making love and hesitating whether or not he might feel the same about you.

The next morning you were rehearsing for the second and final show in this city. Walter and some other members of the crew were standing in the middle of the large stadium, carefully watching every move you made. 

When it was time for a quick break and the back up dancers all ran towards the water bottles, you marched up to Walter, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.

You didn’t know where this confidence came from, but he appeared to be quite surprised. Especially when you wrapped your arms around his waist, placed your chin on his chest and said: ‘You look cute, even from a distance.’

‘Miss,’ he said, however he couldn’t keep unfazed anymore. ‘You’re clingy and people are watching,’ he then noted, brushing some of your hairs from your face. 

He was right, you had been clingy all morning in the hotel room. Barely were able to let go of the big man as he went to shower, as he got breakfast for the two of you and you kept looking at him as he was watching the rehearsal, not wanting him to miss a thing.

‘You mind?’

‘Not a single bit.’ He sighed and said: ‘I’m done with pretending you are not crazy about me.’

You scoffed. ‘As if it’s not the other way around.’ You were taking a guess here, but judging by his smirk, you realized you might be correct.

‘Oh, you don’t even know.’ He kissed your forehead, before leaning down and kissing you on your lips. ‘Last night,’ he whispered against your lips and you just knew he was referring to the love making when he said: ‘is all I can think about now.’

‘Me too.’

You kissed for who knows how long, but it felt so good. 

‘Guess we’re dating now,’ Walter said. 

‘Guess so too.’

‘Alright,’ your manager said, who sneaked up on you two. You both looked up at her, only to see the rest of the crew staring at you with raised eyebrows and crossed arms. ‘We take it you two are now dating and not just obnoxiously fucking?’

You didn’t even feel embarrassed, though that might come later.

‘We are,’ Walter said. 

‘Okay, where’s the bet?’ your manager asked.

‘The bet?’ You parroted. 

She smiled. ‘Yes, the bet, the large piece of paper, where we wrote down our guesses when you two were finally going to admit you weren’t just fuck buddies, but real dating. I put my money on this date and I think I was the only one, which earns me a twenty from everyone here.’

‘You took a bet?’

‘We must do something when we can hear you two—and then I actually mean you girl, because you are fucking loud—go at it like rabbits.’

‘Told you you were too loud,’ Walter said with a smirk, before leaning down and whispering: ‘I’ll teach you that lesson later on.’

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