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You’d always tagged along with your boyfriend, Razzle, and his band when they went on tour. You always enjoyed it, too. Watching from backstage, chilling on the tour bus.
And this. When you and Razzle would have sex in his dressing room.
He’d just got offstage, immediately finding you. After a short conversation with the others, mostly started by Sami because he’d seen how eager Razzle was to get you alone, he finally got you alone.
The second you’d both got into the dressing room, he’d locked the door behind him. And you’d been all over each other. You’d immediately pulled him into a passionate kiss, your tongue almost immediately licking his lips, asking for entrance, which he eagerly gave. His hands found their way to your hips, backing you up against the dressing table.
Pulling away from the kiss, you’d pulled yourself up to sit on the dressing table, Razzle not wasting any time in kneeling in front of you, making quick work of your skirt. He smirked up at you as he teased you by stroking a finger against your clothed pussy, to which you let out a quiet moan.
His smirk widens as he realised how wet you were for him, and he practically ripped your underwear off. Leaning forward, he licked a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, taking your clit in his mouth.
Your hands found his hair, tugging at it as you let out a soft moan. He smirked against your clit, before bringing two fingers up to your entrance, quickly plunging them knuckle deep into you. You moaned, your walls already clenching around him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, still sucking your clit.
Your hands continued to grip his hair, and he let out a soft groan against your clit as he felt you tug at it. He curled his fingers expertly, hitting that spot inside you that made your back arch and your toes curl, moaning out his name. He smirked at that, pumping his fingers into you quickly, hitting that spot every time.
Within minutes, he could feel your approaching orgasm, smirking as he sucked extra harshly on your clit. You barely had time to warn him as it crashed over you, coming all over his fingers. He pulled them out, making eye contact with you as he sucked them clean. Your hands left his hair, reaching down to tilt his chin up. He stood up, and you immediately pulled him in for another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.