#peter steele

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peter steele x reader

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summary: you tried to give your boyfriend a BJ

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sexy talk. D in mouth. kinds without plot. no mention of y/n. (kinda?)GN reader but i saw the reader as an afab feel free to see them as you desire

only used AI for grammar because i don't have time to clean it myself

The moonlight was wonderful tonight, a perfect night for a perfect concert. Peter wasn't nervous at all. He was happily chatting with his bandmates and other people who were working behind the scenes. You were sitting on a black box that you swore had a dead dog in it because the smell coming from it was beyond imagination.

Peter looked at you and excused himself before making his way toward you.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I don't know. This box smells so bad, but some dude walked up to me and said not to wander around because of last night's incident."

"It's okay, babe. I mean, yeah, the other band almost got killed, but hey, what is a rock show without some barrels rolling their way toward a band?"

You hide your face in your hands.

"Don't remind me. I almost killed Pantera."

You recalled that last night, while you were wandering around, you accidentally hit a cable that was holding up four big ass barrels for part of the set. But for some reason, the cable snapped in half, and the disaster began.

"Poor dudes," you said sadly.

Peter smiled and said, "Hey, cross your fingers for my good luck, babe."

You looked at Peter, and your lips curled into a sinister smile. You looked at his pants, and he wasn't horny or anything, but why not rock his world before the show?

"Hmmmm... I won't."

"How come?" Peter asked.

"Because I have something else for you."

"Oh? Like what?" Peter asked with a smirk.

"Follow me."

He followed you onto the bus toward his room. And yes, he had a room while the others only had a bed. Not because he saw himself as better than them, but because he was just bigger than them. And with you by his side, the room was automatically in your hands.

He walked inside and put up the "Do Not Disturb" sign, a clear message that he was busy.

You looked at his towering figure.

"Come here."

He walked toward you like a good boy. He was standing in front of you, and behind him was the bed.

"Sit."

He sat down.

"Off with your pants."

He happily took them off. His pants were around his ankles. He was trying to take them off completely, but you stopped him.

"Now tell me, does my mouth have to say good luck or show it in action?"

He tried to grab your head, but you stopped him.

"Don't you dare."

He stopped halfway.

"Just watch this private show, Pete."

You looked down at his dick. God damn it, he was already hard. You slowly touched the tip of his dick and brushed your thumb over it. His precum was already there, and that made you excited.

You stroked your fingers along the length of his dick. A smile formed on your face when you saw his stomach muscles slowly tightening.

"My poor baby. How about I make you come? Hmm? How does that sound to you?"

"Yes, please."

You brushed his dick against your lips and slowly started licking the tip like a lollipop. He moved his hips faster and faster, begging to be fully inside your mouth. He was getting anxious.

"Fuck... put it in. I have a show to run."

"Patience, my love. You can't rush a great BJ. It needs a bit of time."

He placed one of his hands over his eyes and tried to wipe away the sweat that was slowly forming on his forehead.

You finally took his large dick into your mouth and started sucking it up and down, slowly at first, but as time went by, you picked up the pace. He was panting and visibly sweating.

When you two first started dating, sucking him felt like an impossible task. A large dick attached to a large body. What a beast. But over time, it became like a daily task for you.

"Fuck, baby, just like that. Suck it harder."

You liked it when he was bossy, which was his mood all day long. Bossy as always.

Your mouth was full, and he was moving his hips faster and faster, hitting the back of your throat.

You knew what he wanted. You stopped sucking him and started relaxing your mouth more, taking as much of his dick as you could toward the back of your throat and swallowing around it as best you could. He started panting harder and harder.

"Fuck... yessssss."

He shouted, placing his hands on your head. With each of your swallows, he got closer and closer to coming. At the moment of his release, you pulled his dick out, and he came over your face.

"Fuck, babe, that was awesome."

He was a bloody mess. Sweat all over his face created a beautiful sight for you. He pulled you up and started kissing you.

"Hmmm... Peter, was my baby lucky enough?"

"More than that."

Before you two finished kissing, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, Peter, it's time."

"Be there in five minutes!" he shouted.

"Looks like it's your turn."

He looked at you with horny eyes.

"Don't go anywhere. I wanna fuck you after the show."