Def Leppard One-Shots

I Wanna Touch You - Joe Elliott x Reader (Part 1)

⚠️suggestive content ahead⚠️

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1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage

With it almost being that time of the month, you were feeling a little more desperate for Joe's touch than usual.

Knowing what gets your man even more in the mood, you decided to wear one of his favorite outfits, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist.

With one final look in the mirror of your boyfriend's dressing room, you can't help but giggle to yourself about the reaction you know Joe will have in just a few minutes.

Oh no, it's 7:50! I've gotta hurry up.

You quickly pull up your tight leather skirt to show off even more of your upper thighs.

Then, you make sure your tits sit extra nice in your form-fitted, v-neck, dark red top, knowing they were Joe's favorite asset of yours.

After becoming satisfied with your appearance, you push open the door of the dressing room and start walking to the side of the stage where your boyfriend was waiting.

As you finally approach the stage, the clicking of your dark red heels snap Joe out of his conversation with Sav, directing his gaze towards you.

"Holy fuckkk..."

You hear Joe mutter under his breath as he scans your entire body with his eyes. You internally laugh as you think you may have even caught Sav stealing brief glances towards you as well.

"Hi baby!"

You say to Joe, as you innocently greet him.

He waists no time by pulling you into a tight hug, his hands firmly wrapped around your waist. Just shy of groping your ass.

"Y/N. I know what you're doing."

He whispers into your ear with a lustful tone to his voice.

Haha I knew this would work.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

You innocently reply, slightly pulling away to look him in the face with a quick glance at his addictive lips.

With your response, you feel Joe squeeze his hands even tighter around your waist as he lets out a groan.

"You naughty little thing. You wore this on purpose" Joe smirks.

You seductively place two hands on his chest, slowing grazing the hair of peaking out of his shirt with your fingertips.

"What if I told you that I'm also not wearing anything under this skirt" you smirk not being able to pretend anymore.

As you look up at him through the top of your eyelids, you are met with his, on fire with lust.

"God, love. The things you do to me" he whines. "If I wasn't about to go on stage right now I'd pin you up against this wall and-."

"BOYS! It's showtime!"

The tour manager shouts, interrupting your heated moment.

Damn, I want Joe to finish that sentence.

Thanks to the tour manager snapping you out of your heated trance, you realize you have just teased yourself even further by purposefully causing your boyfriend to rile you up before the show.

Also clearly frustrated with the interruption, Joe says,

"I've gotta go on, love, but I'll deal with you later."

He growls into your ear before giving you a passionate kiss to your lips then lightly smacking your ass.

He then reluctantly pulls away from you to go on.

As he walks away, he gives you a quick wink. His eyes never failing to wander down your form, hungry for what awaits him after the show.

Fuck. I need him bad.

Biting your lower lip, you watch him turn to walk on stage.

His previous actions leave you standing there flustered and overheated.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you replay Joe's teasing words, said just moments ago.

Then, the sudden beat of Rick's drum vibrates through your body, as you watch the stage lighting hit your boyfriend in all the right angles as their set finally starts.

He looks so good up there, damn.

As Joe sings his songs, you don't dare miss the hungry glances he directs towards you positioned at the side of the stage.

It is painfully obvious, that he too cannot wait to satisfy both of your growing needs after his performance.

This is going to be a longgg show...

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‼️ smutty part 2 coming asap ‼️