Fan Fiction - Oneshot Smuts

Pete Wentz - Backstage

~~~Y/N POV~~~

I'm the biggest Fall Out Boy fan. I still have no clue how it happened, but I won a backstage pass to their next concert! I love all of the members, of course, but Pete is definitely my favorite. The concert is tomorrow and I can barely process this entire situation.

———Time Skip———

It's the afternoon of the concert. I've been relaxing for the most part all day, but finally decided to get up and take a shower. After the shower I got dressed and chose my outfit. I quickly got dressed before catching a bus to the venue, making sure to be about 30 minutes early.

———Time Skip———

I arrived at the venue and stood in line for a few minutes before receiving my backstage pass. I entered the backstage area and started scanning the room for any of the members. Just then, I caught a glimpse of Pete. I immediately ran up to him with a smile and said, "Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm a huuuuge fan."

"Hey, Y/N. It's great to meet you." he replied.

I continued to talk to him, telling him things he probably didn't care about. But he always replied as if he was interested.

"It was great meeting you, Y/N. Could you meet me here after the show?" Pete said.

I stood in astonishment for a moment before replying, "Um, yeah, sure."

Pete hugged me before heading to the stage to perform.

———Time Skip———

The concert was amazing and I bee lines to where we had met previously.

I looked around for a few moments trying to spot him, before I felt someone grab me. I was scared for a second as I was pulled around the corner. When I turn to face whoever had grabbed me, I see Pete.

"Oh, it's you," I said relieved.

"Of course it is," he started, "Y/N, I really like you."

I didn't respond and only stood there confused.

"May I kiss you?" He asked.

I nodded my head slowly, I thought I was dreaming.

He placed his hand on my cheek and the other on my waist before moving in to kiss me. I kissed back, still thinking I was dreaming. His grip tightened on me and his kiss roughened.

"Would you like to go to my dressing room?" He asked.

"I-um, yes," I managed.

He grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd of people.

As we entered the dressing room, I heard Pete say, "Out, all of you."

I looked into the room and saw Joe, Andy and Patrick.

They all smiled before Patrick asked, "And why would we do that?"

Pete gave them an unamused look and said, "Out, now."

They all left and Pete wasted no time shutting and locking the door.

"Finally," he mumbled before kissing me again.

Pete pushed me against the wall as he continued. His arms were wrapped around my waist and he pulled me as close as possible.

As he pinned me against the wall I jumped slightly and he caught my legs, placing them around his waist.

Pete began grinding his hips slightly into mine, forcing small groans to escape us both.

"Pete, please," I begged before receiving a smile in return.

"Okay, princess," he replied.

He quickly moved to the couch on the other side of the room, his hands never leaving my waist.

He sat down and began unbuttoning my shirt, sliding it down my shoulders, before removing his own.

His hands slipped around my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall. He continued kissing me as he started massaging my chest. I began to slowly grind my hips into his.

He stood up suddenly, and laid me down on the couch before kicking off his jeans and boxers. He knelt in front of me before sliding my skirt off along with my panties.

He hovered over me for a moment, marking my neck before standing up. He picked me up and bent me over the edge of the couch.

"Are you ready?" He asked. I nodded in response.

He pushed my torso into the couch as he quickly slid in. I grabbed at the throw pillows, trying to stabilize myself.

As he continued thrusting, the noises became louder and louder, forcing me to use one of the pillows to muffle myself.

I felt myself grow weak as I sunk forward further into the couch.

Within moments I finished and he wasted no time picking me up and placing me on my knees. He stroked himself a few times before cumming on my tits.

Pete tried to catch his breath as he helped me off the ground. He sat me on the couch and walked away before returning with a rag to clean me up.

"Is it too soon to ask for your number?" Pete said with a smile.

I hit his shoulder playfully and gave him my number.

"I'm gonna call you later okay? And I want to take you on a proper date," he said as he hugged me.