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** warnings: smut, oral **
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The sound of the crowd cheering as the last song played was enough to snap you out of your thoughts, dragging you back to reality.
It had already been a long enough night, and you were already frustrated, as the guitars were acting up for the entire show.
Swiss's guitar was by far the worst through the night. He came backstage at least four times, and you couldn't even figure out what was wrong. You couldn't help but wonder if he was faking it, but you were giving him the benefit of the doubt.
After awhile, the band finally came backstage. You could tell that there was something up with Swiss; it was obvious. He wasn't talking like usual, wasn't being an annoying asshole to everyone; he was sitting in his dressing room, completely alone.
You walked over to his dressing room, knocking on the door softly.
"Hey, Swiss? Can I come in?" You asked, poking your head in. Swiss looked over at you, giving you a soft smile. He nodded, gesturing for you to sit next to him.
As you sat down, you felt his hand creeping up your thigh. He seemed almost like he was lost in though, and absentmindedly touching you.
"Hey, is everything alright? I noticed you were really quiet after the show..." You spoke, your words trailing off. Swiss looked at you with a smirk, his eyes gazing over you.
"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine~" Swiss teased, leaning closer to you. He almost towered over you, even sitting down.
You tilted your head a bit, a little confused. You didn't mind this behavior, though. You had always found him attractive anyway, so, a little bit of flirting wouldn't hurt, right?
"Hm, are you now~?" You teased back, leaning closer to him, your faces just a few inches apart. He seemed a little surprised at your reciprocation, but immediately becoming a cocky bastard once again.
"Just as long as you're here~" He smirked once more, breaking his gaze away from you. He stretched out, placing his arms behind his head.
After debating with yourself for a good minute, you gave into your impulses and swung a leg over him, straddling him. He chuckled, placing his hands on your waist, pulling you close, just so you were sitting right on top of his lap. He bit his lip gently, looking back at you.
"You little shit-!" He laughed, placing a hand on the back of your neck. He pulled you in roughly, your lips just a few inches apart. You leaned in a little more, biting his lip, just to be a tease. He rolled his eyes, pulling you into a rough kiss, letting his hands explore your body, sliding their way underneath your shirt.
You rolled your eyes, trying to fight back a smile. You kissed Swiss back, your tongues dancing together in sync. You pinned him to the couch, earning a soft groan from him.
"Jesus christ~" He muttered into your lips. You could feel him getting harder underneath you, which quite frankly, turned you on even more.
Swiss ran his hands underneath your shirt, trailing them upwards. he let them roam around your chest as he grew harder, imagining all the scenarios that could possibly happen with you in this dressing room.
With every passing moment, the kiss grew more heated, and hands were roaming. You managed to slide his shirt over his head, leaving small scratch marks on his back.
You grinded your hips against his lap to further tease him. He let out a soft groan, wrapping a hand around your neck, deepening the kiss.
You finally pulled away from the kiss, giving him a smirk. You got off his lap, putting your hair up into a small, haphazard bun.
"Where are you going~?" Swiss whined, almost aching with the need to feel you on his lap. You unzipped his pants, palming him through his boxers. He moaned quietly, biting his lip to muffle any noises that threatened to slip past his lips.
You took his cock out, kneeling in front of him. You placed your lips around the tip, your eyes set on his pleading ones. You pushed your head down further, taking in more of his length down your throat. Swiss let his head fall back, an audible groan filling the room. You could feel him throbbing as you bobbed your head up and down, and it made you need him even more.
As you continued bobbing your head at a steady pace, Swiss grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding your head up and down.
"Fucking hell~" He muttered, stifling yet another moan. He grabbed another fistful of your hair, thrusting up into your mouth. He was gentle, yet needy about it. You let him guide your head however he wanted.
As he grew closer to climax, you pulled away, giving him the cockiest grin. He whined, still aching with the need to be inside of you.
He roughly pulled you onto his lap, fumbling with the buttons to your pants. He eventually got them off, sliding your underwear to the side. He prepped you, looking into your eyes for consent. You nodded, getting yourself comfortable on his lap.
He roughly entered you, thrusting up into you like he would never fuck anyone again. The both of you let out loud moans, sounding almost in harmony. As he thrust in and out of you, you bounced up and down, taking every inch of his cock. He was getting close; you could feel it.
He wrapped a hand around your neck once more, thrusting hard into you. He wasn't showing any mercy, and you loved it.
You felt yourself growing closer, slowing down, as you could barely keep yourself upright from the tension. Swiss took over, pounding into you.
He rode you through your climax effortlessly, feeling his own coming close. He held back to give you as much pleasure as he slowed down his thrusting.
He eventually pulled out, his climax immediately following. You stroked his length through his climax, feeling him tense up under your touch.
After the two of you finally came down from your pleasure-high, he pulled you in, holding you to his chest tightly. He ran his hands through your hair, littering small kisses all over your forehead.
"You're amazing, you know that?"
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