Def Leppard One-Shots

I Wanna Touch You - Joe Elliott x Reader (Part 2)

⚠️warning: detailed smut ahead⚠️

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1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage

After what felt like forever, the boys were finally done their set.

You see Joe quickly making his towards you at the side of the stage where he left you standing in demand, seconds before he walked on.

He quickly tosses his microphone to his roadie, taking the final steps to meet your figure.

"Fucking finallyyy." Joe exhales as he grabs his hands towards you.

He waists no time, pulling you into him by your waist, placing hungry kisses to your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly moving downwards to plant sloppy kisses along your jaw.

Softly moaning at his touch, you bring your hands up to lightly tug at his hair, sweaty from what felt like the longest gig ever.

"Mmm, Joe" you moan into his ear.

As soon as the noise leaves your mouth, your eyes grow wide, quickly remembering that you are still surrounded by many members of the band and their crew.

Shit.

"Gonna give us a free show, eh?" Phil laughs as you look up and see the rest of the band standing right there.

"In your dreams, Collen." Joe shoots back after he reluctantly pulls his lips off your neck. "C'mon, love. Let's go somewhere where we have some more privacy, hmm?"

"Yes, I'd like thatt. Lead the way, baby...bye boys!" you giddily respond. Joe adding to the humor by jokingly flipping them off.

After earning gross looks from the rest of the band, Joe grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the direction of his dressing room.

"NO SHAGGING IN MY ROOM! GOT IT!?" you hear Sav yell from behind you. Flashbacks quickly flood your memory, remembering the time you both mistook his dressing room for Joe's resulting in...

Well, let's just say, Sav was rather traumatized.

With this, you and Joe can't help but let out childlike giggles as you make your way to his room, knowing how much you've grossed out the rest of the band.

When you finally reach Joe's dressing room, the laughing mood between you both changes in an instant.

Joe kicks open the door, quickly locking it behind him, immediately pinning you up against it.

Your lips hungrily attach to one another like magnets. You felt like you have already waited too long for him, so you pick up the pace by parting your lips, letting Joe's tongue explore your mouth.

Wow. He is such a good kisser. I could come undone right now.

Your hands tug at his hair while his squeeze at your breasts, skillfully making their way down down to your ass.

"Damn, Y/N. All I could think about during the set was you and ripping this perfect little outfit off."

Joe says, gasping for air against your mouth as both of your hands desperately roam one another, starved all night to touch.

"Please, Joe. I can't wait any longer. I need more." you desperately plead into his ear, reaching for his belt.

"Don't worry, love. I'll take good care of ya."

He replies as you feel him reach down in between your thighs, slowly pushing them apart so he can fit his hand in between.

"Fuck. I forgot you weren't wearing anything under this skirt."