Pairing: Pete Davidson x Reader
Warnings/tags: smut, almost getting caught, awkward situations, kink shamming if you squint
A/N: This is my first time writing Pete but I think I nailed his personality and humor, let me know what you think . This is 100% based on a dream I had exactly like this.
With over a dozen failed relationships between the two of you, you and Pete both swore you were gonna take things slow— do things the right way: get to know each other, meet each other’s parents ect., before jumping into bed together. So you have to admit you questioned his motives when he invited you over for dinner with his mom after only a few weeks of dating.
“So, you really want me to meet your mom this early, or you just wanna fuck?” You question with a laugh, half- joking while in the car on the way to their Staten Island home for the first time.”
“Well.. I mean of course I wanna fuck,” Pete deadpans in his typical humor, “but no, seriously, I really want you to meet my mom, I think she’d really like you a lot,” he smiles, placing a hand on your knee as he drives. “Besides .. like, we can still wait or whatever. I dunno— I just don’t wanna fuck this up this time. I suck at relationships, I’m bad at love like Halsey,” he jokes.
You can’t help but crack a laugh at his pun. “You don’t suck at relationships,” you smack his arm playfully. “Everything happens for a reason, you just haven’t met the right one yet.”
“Yes I do— like, a lot! I very much suck at relationships” he stifles a self deprecating laugh. “but .. uh … yeah— I’m hoping maybe this time I have,” he smiles at you.
“I hope so too,” you smile back, lacing your fingers with his where they still rest on your knee.
“Hey, Ma?!” Pete calls out when he enters the house with you. “Oh she left a note: ‘Ran to the store, forgot an ingredient, be back in time to make dinner. Love mom’.”
“Aww that’s sweet, you’re a mamas boy huh?”
“Yeah pretty much,” he blushes. “Guess I really didn’t have much of a choice after my dad died,” he states mater- of -factly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, yeah.. I didn’t mean— yeah I heard about that” You apologize awkwardly, your momma's boy comment seeming insensitive now.
“Relax, I’m messing with you ” he nudges you with his elbow. “It’s fine, - I’m fine— a dead dad makes for good jokes.”
You can’t understand how he can joke about something so serious, but you know his humour is his way of coping, so you don’t question it, and opt to change the subject instead.
“Uhhmm.. in the basement.”
“You live in your mom's basement?” You ask, trying not to sound judgmental, but failing miserably.
“Yeah, I'm a loser—“ he pauses, gauging your reaction. “Kidding!” He continues. “I don’t usually tell people this cuz I don’t like I brag .. it’s .. I dunno it’s weird, but I actually bought this house for my mom.”
“Aww that’s sweet. I wasn’t judging anyways.”
“Sure ya weren’t.” He gives you a knowing look and a laugh.
“Ok, maybe a little.” You admit. “but this is different—adorable— even. Gotta respect a man who takes good care of his mom,” you smile. “So, you gonna show me your room or what?”
“Ooh I- uhh I thought we could hang out up here, since we’re —“ he tugs on the hem of his shirt nervously “—since we’re umm waiting or whatever” he scratches the back of his neck as he takes a seat on the couch. “less temptation, I dunno … but I mean , if you want we can go down there.”
“Oh okay, yeah that’s a good idea, makes sense.” Just as you’re about to sit down next to him you notice a hilariously adorable baby picture behind him on the wall and practically climb onto his lap trying to get a better look. “Oh my god is that you!?” You laugh pointing to a picture of a baby in the sink, taking a bath, a pile of bubbles on their head.
“Oh Jesus,” he smacks his hand over his face, embarrassed. “Yeah… yeah that’s me.”
“Aww look at all these!” You shift in his lap as you scan the rest of the pictures behind him. “You were sooo cute!” You practically squeal.
“I was, wasn’t I? I don’t know what happened just kinda got uglier as I got older” he jokes.
“You did not!” You laugh, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “You’re still a cutie.” You smile, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Yeah? he blushes. “Well uhh.. you’re pretty cute yourself.” He kisses you back.
Without thinking your hands cup his face, and your lips part, deepening the kiss; an open invitation for his tongue. Your tastebuds greet it upon entrance, and it glides effortlessly against your own, slippery as silk— like if you're not careful you might just accidentally swallow it down like a piece of bubble gum.
Instinctively, Pete grips your waist and pulls you into him. His hands slide up under the back of your sweater, his fingertips sinking into your flesh like over-ripe fruit.
The second you feel him straining against his jeans, his bulge firmly pressed against your clothed clit, you know your silly waiting game is over: you’ve both lost.
Next thing you know, Pete’s lying on the couch, and you have his knees straddled, cock in hand, ready to take him into your mouth.
“Fuck! You’re huge!” You gasp in surprise.
“Y-yeah, you.. uhhh, didn’t know? I-I got the BDE and all that” Pete wisecracks through hitched breaths, making you smile as you lower your head.
With the tip of your tongue you eagerly follow along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft like it’s a map leading to treasure, pausing only to tease around the circumference of the head before talking him into your mouth as far as you can.
“Ahh shit— so good,” Pete moans, threading his hands into your hair as you begin to set a pace, bobbing up and down his length, and hollowing your cheeks as you suck. You relax your throat, preparing to show off your best dick sucking skills, and slowly inch further down his cock until your nose is nestled firmly against the neatly trimmed dark patch of curls on his pelvis. “Oh-hh-fffuck” Pete’s voice trembles and hand tightens its grip in your hair as you purposely swallow around him, your throat pleasurably constricting along his length. “Shiiit, I think I love you!” He blurts out, causing you to stop dead in your tracks and pull him out of your mouth. It’s the first time he’s ever told you that and you're not sure if it’s dick talking or his heart, but the feeling is mutual.
“I’m sorry!” He huffs out of breath “but Plea-se, please don’t stop,” he begs. “Can we —“ he pauses in an attempt to steady his breathing “—talk about this later? I’m almost there.”
“You’re lucky I love you too,” you state before pressing a kiss to his lips, then dipping your head back down to finish the job when Pete interrupts you.
“Uuhh.. ummm.. is it safe to assume we’re not doing the whole umm ..waiting thing anymore?” He questions.
“ I’d say that’s a fair assumption,” you chuckle. “Why?”
“Ohh good, cuz I’d .. I’d really like to be inside you right now. You should ride me.”
“I think I can arrange that,” you smirk, stripping off your sweater and removing your panties from under your skirt, while Pete shoves his jeans and boxers further down his legs. “So much for not jumping into bed together,” you laugh, positioning yourself above him.
“I mean, technically this is a couch .. So I ..uh think we’re good,” he jokes, sitting up halfway to connect your lips.
He moans into your mouth as you slowly sink down on his length, a knee on either side of his thin frame. Careful not to hurt yourself with his size, you opt to roll your hips in waves and circles, in lieu of the standard up and and down movements, sparing your cervix the beating.
“Mmmm, You feel so good like this,” you whine breathlessly. “You like it like this?”
“Yeah— yeah keep doing the thing with your hips,” he grips them firmly; his hands going along for the ride, as you rotate them wildly in his lap. Your own hands are tucked away under the fabric of his shirt, palming his tattooed chest.
As orgasm nears, you shift your position. Sitting more upright, you arch your back and move your hands to the tops of Pete’s thighs behind you for balance. Pete takes the opportunity to do some of the work, thrusting up into you from below.
“Uhhmhmm, shit I’m so close!” He groans, sitting up and pulls you towards him by the small of your back.
“Fuck! … Me too! You huff against his lips before melting into a passionate kiss. Moans fill each others mouths as you both reach your peak in unison; your bodies colliding in a wet and audible rhythm as you ride it out together, before collapsing back down on the couch.
“FUCK— MOM!” Pete chokes out , out of breath.
“WHAT!?” You question, thinking Pete has some weird mommy kink you were not prepared for.
“My mom!” He points to the front door, the knob slowly turning. “Pretend your asleep! He grabs a large blanket off the back of the couch and covers you both, as you close your eyes.
“Aww, how sweet,” you hear his mothers voice say as she enters the house. She puts her grocery bag down and heads over toward the two of you. “Peter,” she says softly, rocking his shoulder.
“Mom?” He feins a yawn and stretches. “Sorry, we had a busy day, musta fell asleep.” Slowly and carefully Pete inches his boxers and pants back up under the shield of the blanket as he introduces you.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Davidson,” you sit up keeping the blanket up around your shoulders.
“Oh sweetheart, are you cold?… Peter you coulda turned up the heat for the poor girl! Excuse me,I’ll be right back.” His mother goes into the hallway to adjust the thermostat giving you just enough time to locate your sweater under covers and throw it on; your panties will have to wait until later, so you shove them in Pete’s pants pocket. “There ya go, should be warmer in no time” Mrs. Davidson states. “Oh what a pretty sweater!” She says, finally seeing you without the blanket. “but ooh it looks like you have a little something near the collar there. “Peter! Have you been drooling in your sleep again?” She scolds. “Let me go get a damp face cloth and clean that up for you.”
You and Pete lock eyes in a panic knowing damn well it’s not drool since you weren’t actually sleeping, and your sweater was under the covers.
Mrs. Davidson returns , a damp washcloth in hand. “Mom.. don’t .. I can ..I can do it, it’s fine,” Pete awkwardly tries to stop her.
“There ya go,” Pete’s mom ignores him, dabbing at the stain. “All set.”
Dinner goes off without a hitch and you retreat to Pete’s room to let your stomachs settle before dessert.
“Well tonight was interesting.” You state being the first to talk about the elephant in the room. “But I meant what I said earlier ‘you’re lucky I love you.’” You smile, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “So did you mean it too or was that just your dick talking?”
“I absolutely meant it. It uh … just turns out my romantic timing, is not quite as good as my comedic timing,” he kisses you to hide his blushing cheeks.
“Yeah you could say that,” you laugh.
“Hey, I tried to warn you,” he cracks a humorous smile. “I’m bad at love, remember?”
