Hi, Can I Request A Shot With # 85 And 69 With Joshua Please

hi, can i request a shot with # 85 and 69 with joshua please

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a/n: two in one night! i’m trying to answer everyone’s asks as soon as i can! 🥲 anon, this was such a good combo - i hope you like it! <3 i got a little carried away, so i’m inserting a read more cut under the tags!

tags/warnings: female! reader, FINGERING, backstage quickies, shua’s not an idol, but he’s the main vocalist/guitarist in a local band, established relationship, very slight dirty talking

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69. “i’ve never done this before.”

85. “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

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[11:00 p.m.]

“goodnight, everyone!” you hear your boyfriend scream out, met with supportive roars from the audience. he runs backstage and embraces you the second he sees you, sweeping you off your feet momentarily. when he puts you down, you two share a sweet kiss.

“you were amazing, babe!” you exclaim. joshua, your boyfriend, is the main vocalist and guitarist of a band in your city. they’ve taken off within the past year and they’ve been selling out gigs left and right. tonight, they just finished the last concert of a six show series. you can feel his adrenaline as he smiles at you, caressing your cheek -trying to slow his breathing.

“i couldn’t have done this without you, y’know. thanks for supporting me these past few weeks.” you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

“no problem, honey. that’s what i’m here for,” you say as you bring him into a kiss, angling his neck so you can go deeper. he moans into your mouth, gripping at your waist.

you two continue to make out, ignoring the “get a room” comments from his band mates and tech staff as they pass you, joshua’s hands now moving from your waist to groping your breasts, sitting so pretty in the crop top you wear wearing.

he pulls away from you for a second, and you already miss his touch.

“do you wanna move someplace more private?” he whispers into your ear.

“yeah, not being interrupted would be nice,” you say as you hold onto his broad shoulders.

what you didn’t realize was that your idea of “a private place” was completely different from his. you assumed he was gonna take you back to his place, or at the very least his car.

you just ended up in a secluded area backstage.

“josh, i-i’ve never done this before.. backstage sex? what if someone catches us?” you slightly panic as he takes off your crop top, leaving you in your black bra and denim jeans. he then starts to unbutton and unzip your jeans, fingering teasing your clit from the outside by rubbing your panties.

“i doubt anyone will find us here, besides - they all saw us earlier. they’ll think twice before they look for us,” he smirks as he goes inside your panties, and you moan out at the feeling of two of his fingers pleasuring you.

“mmm, i didn’t know you were so sensitive.. are you like this after all the shows?”

“i think this is just for tonight.. it’s your last show for a minute, and i get you all to myself. i guess that would make me a bit horny,” you bite your lip as you make eye contact with him.

“nice to know,” he smiles as he inserts another finger inside of you, and you grip onto his arms, your moans growing louder and more consistent.

“josh, j-josh - i-i think i’m getting close,” you whimper, your body letting you know that your orgasm was not that far off.

“already? we just got started baby!” he laughs, clearly enjoying how far gone you were for him. “i guess this means we’ll have even more fun back at my place - getting you to cum over and over until my bedsheets are filled with your juices.. would you like that, honey? me making you cum so much all night?”

his words send you over the edge and you cum all over his fingers, gasping for air after experiencing such a high.

“damn josh.. you really know how to pleasure a girl,” you laugh breathlessly, rubbing his chest and feeling his muscles.

he smirks at you, more than satisfied with how he’s left you. “you wanna skip dinner with the band? we can just pick up something and get to what we have planned.”

“say less,” you say without hesitation.

and true to his word, later that night, he did fill his bedsheets with your juices.

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just thinking of how big wonwoo is like he’s to freaking tall and like gosh my size kink can take it

with wonwoo hovering above you, you managed to drink in the size difference between the two of you. he was significantly taller, stronger and broader than you and you felt yourself clench at the thought. you let your arms slide up his muscular arms and rest on his shoulders, squeezing lightly at the muscle.

“you’re so cute when you’re fucked out like this, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. what’s going through that pretty head of yours?” he murmurs, one of his hands coming to rest on your hip and his thumb moving in slow circles, almost teasingly but seemingly also comforting.

you stare up at him and wonder if you should tell him, but instead you let your burning cheeks and awkward shifting gaze do the talking. he smirks and moves his hand from your waist to your chin, so you are directly staring at him, and you’re sure he can read your mind.

“you’re just...so big” you manage to mutter out, and his smirk only grows and his lower body is slowly pushing to yours, his half hard erection teasing at your thigh. one of his fingers presses against your lips and you don’t hesitate to bring it into your mouth, sucking on it lightly.

“fuck you’re going to be the death of me aren’t you” he groans out, feeling himself get harder by the second. almost unconsciously, his hips begin grinding into yours and the air around you both gets infinitely hotter. you weren’t sure it was possible, but here you were.

without a second thought, he’s ripping your sweats off and thrusting himself into you quickly, muffling his moans in your neck and leaving small hickies in the process. and all you can do is whine out and grip onto his bare shoulders because he’s not stopping any time soon.