You and Pete are friends with benefits. You'd decided that's all you'd be the first time you had sex, when he told you it would probably be best if it didn't go any further because he's mentally ill and he doesn't want to make his problems your problems. He knows he can be a unreliable sometimes, because sometimes to get better you have to be selfish, and being selfish didn't feel like a good trait for a boyfriend to have (kind of like TKOSI).
"That sounds lonely." you told him
The two of you had spent almost every day together since, just friends... and other stuff. You were both perfectly comfortable with the situation as you found yourself being non-committal at times, too. It seemed like the easiest way for no one to get hurt.
And one day you're hanging out, his friends are over, and its all laughs. Everyone is having a good time, but you're distracted. You've just got off a long day of work where all you could think about was Pete. Pete touching you, teasing you, talking in your ear, helping you relax.
But, of course, his friends were over. They always seemed to be. It wasn't necessarily that Pete wasn't paying any attention to you, because he definitely wasn't ignoring you, he just wasn't paying you the attention you wanted.
He sat on the couch, one leg bent up on the cushion next to him and the other flat on the ground as his torso faced down the length of the couch, laughing at a dick joke, his arm laid on the back of the couch, his hand absentmindedly rubbing the soft material. It was all completely inconspicuous, but after the day you had it was driving you all the more crazy.
You try not to stare at the sweatpants adorning his legs, or think about how good it would feel to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his sweatshirt while he fucked you nice and slow, your hips lifting to meet his.
Pete's eyes drift from his friend over to you as he laughed, his hand coming up to block part of his smile. His eyes meet yours and when he realizes you're staring his gaze drops to floor, a soft blush covering his features.
"You want something to drink?" He asks, reaching down to grab his own cup before standing, a slew of uninvited drink orders following. You weren't sure if it was a playful dig at you being 'thirsty' (did people still say that?) but, it didn't matter much anyway, because you knew you would follow him to the kitchen for much more than a drink.
"I would've gotten you something, too." He turns his head as he walks, hearing your soft footsteps close behind.
"I know, I just miss you." you respond, turning into the kitchen, which offered little cover, the island bar and cabinets that hung directly above the only thing separating you from the former.
You stand behind him as he prepares everyone's drinks, your arms wrapped around and your head peaking out under his arm to watch as he worked. The island barely rose to Pete's naval, and any of the boys would've been able to see your arms clearly if they chose to look back, so you tried your best to slyly run your hand down his torso until your pinky met his waistband. It took a bit of wiggling, but your hand slid in, preparing to wrap around what you'd been waiting for all day when Pete grabbed you by the wrist, pulling your hand away.
Your gaze rose to his, a small pout on your face as he shifted away, hands filled with an array of drinks.
You wandered around the kitchen, looking for a snack to ease your newfound oral fixation, when your eyes fell on Pete in the other room. He was sat in your former chair, with a perfect view of his friends on the couch, and also the kitchen. Turning, you opened the freezer door, bending down to check if you had more of those ice pops you loved so much. Really, Pete didn't care for them, but he knew you did and so they were on the shopping list every time. It was one of the many sweet things about Pete, and you couldn't think of a better way to thank him than teasing him in front of all of his friends.
Tossing the sticky plastic wrapping into the trash, you leaned forward on the island in front of you, trying to get back into the conversation. Your lips wrapped around the cold tip, an innocent look on your face, trying your hardest look like you were paying attention to the story being told from the couch. You could see from the corner of your eye when Pete's attention fell on you, glancing quickly from where his friend was sat and up to you, before going back again.
Knowing you had his attention, you let the icepop slide further into your mouth and slowly back out again, licking your lips and holding it infront of your face, your gaze never meeting his, instead taking a faux interest in the sweet treat. You pretended to notice it begin to drip, letting your tongue out to lick at the base and back up before sucking it into your mouth once again.
Pete was well aware of what you were doing, and was almost embarrassed at how well it was working. Casually as he could, he slid a pillow that was resting on his lower back into his lap, a small insurance.
@absstark “Hi! Ik your requests are closed atm but if u are able to, would you please be able to write me a Pete Davidson x female reader where they are dating and she’s a writer at SNL? Thank you 😊”
description: in which he’s dating one of the writers of his show, so the cast often jokes about her favoritism for him
pairing: pete davidson x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two, three)
It was actually quite ironic how everything started.
Pete was out at a bar with a couple of his SNL friends when he noticed a pretty girl sat by herself. He didn’t want to seem like a weird guy by just staring at her, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
He felt someone nudge him and he looked up to see they were all looking at him. “Sorry, what were you guys saying?”
Colin smirked at him. “Go talk to her/”
“What? No, I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?” Michael asked. “She’s alone over there.”
“For one, we don’t know if she’s actually here alone. She might have a date who’s in the bathroom, or she’s waiting for him to show up. She might even have a boyfriend who’s not here. And two, girls don’t like being approached by strange men in bars. She’ll probably think I’m a fucking creep.”
They were all giving him a similar look before Devon grabbed his shoulders, turned him towards the bar, and gave him a shove. He stumbled slightly, almost bumping into another person along the way. He regained his footing and glanced over at the woman to make sure she hadn’t seen. With the encouragement of his friends, he took a deep breath and made his way across the bar.
“Hey,” he started, very lamely. She looked up and gave him a polite smile. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, but my buddies kind of peer pressured me to come talk to you and I’m mainly doing this to get them off my back. If you just want to reject me, I’ll happily back off.”
She chuckled and glanced over Pete’s shoulder. “Are they the group very obviously staring at us right now?”
Pete followed her gaze to see his friends watching them like a pack of hawks. They didn’t even have the decency to look away when they were caught. Colin even smiled and waved his fingers at them.
“Yeah, those are my asshole friends,” Pete confirmed.
She smiled and waved at the group before turning back to Pete. “Here, sit with me. Give them something to talk about.”
Pete pulled up a stool next to her. He extended a hand towards her. “I’m Pete.”
“(Y/N). Nice to meet you.”
They talked at the bar for hours. They hardly noticed the other patrons starting to clear out or the blaring music starting to die down as the bar did its last call. Pete didn’t even notice his friends had left until the bartender had come to give them the last warning before closing. Before they parted ways, (Y/N) gave Pete her number and told him to text her the next day.
“Just so I know you’re actually interested,” she had said before walking away.
And he had. The moment he woke up, he texted her, “Hope texting you this soon doesn’t seem to desperate, but I’m very interested - Pete.”
Near seconds later, he got a response. “I’d be a hypocrite if I called you desperate. I’ve been waiting for you to text me since I woke up.”
They texted back and forth all day. Pete was almost late to work because he was too busy texting to realize the time. When he arrived on set he was radiating with happiness. He hadn’t felt hits way in a long time. He had a really good feeling about this one. A strong feeling he hadn’t had before in any of his relationships. There was no doubts this time around.
His castmates noticed his good mood and asked what was up, but he just responded with a shrug and played it off. The guys who had been out the night before knew exactly where his good mood was coming from, but Pete decided to keep it to himself. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself and tell everyone about (Y/N) just yet.
“Hey, Pete!” Lorne called as he spotted Pete making his way to set.
“Hey Lorne,” Pete said. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to introduce you to our new writer. She’s starting today, so try not to scare her away just yet.”
Pete chuckled, but it died off when Lorne stepped aside and gestured to the newbie. “(Y/N)?”
Her eyes widened, too. “Pete?”
“You two know each other?” Lorne asked.
“We met last night,” (Y/N) responded.
Lorne looked between the two of them. “You...met last night?”
“Not like that,” Pete assured him. “We met at a bar and just talked all night. We exchanged numbers, that’s it.”
Lorne had a skeptical look on his face that made Pete’s heart drop to his stomach. He knew how this was about to go: he would have to delete (Y/N)’s number and their messages, and he’d have to forget their would be romance before it even started. It was a HR issue, one that they would definitely not be allowed to explore.
This was the quickest broken heart he had ever gotten.
“You know, technically I should be sending you to HR to discuss this,” Lorne started. Both (Y/N) and Pete winced at the idea. “But that’s a lot of time and paperwork, and all that bullshit. So, I’m going to take both of your vocal promises that whatever this is will not interfere with either of your jobs.”
The two of them happily agreed. Lorne nodded and muttered something about leaving before he witnessed something he shouldn’t. That left (Y/N) and Pete alone, a slightly awkward tension in the air.
“You didn’t mention that you’re working for SNL,” Pete said. He meant it to come out lighthearted, but he winced when he realized how accusatory it actually sounded.
“I...actually didn’t know you were on the show,” she admitted. “You never mentioned it. You just said you were an actor.”
Pete chuckled. “Okay, we were both a little untruthful. Maybe we start over on the introductions.” He held his hand out to her. “Hi, I’m Pete. I’m a main actor on Saturday Night Live.”
(Y/N) giggled and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Pete. I’m (Y/N), and I just got hired to write for Saturday Night Live.”
“Well, congratulations. And good luck on it. I heard the cast are all assholes, except for that Pete guy. So make sure you give all the funniest jokes to him.”
(Y/N) giggled again, looking down at the ground between them shyly.
It was the start to an amazing relationship. Pete could honestly say he hadn’t felt this happy in a very long time. They kept their personal lives separate from their work lives, which seemed to be the big key to making things work. Nothing was ever discussed about the show unless they were on set, and the minute they walked on the lost their relationship was put on the back burner until they left.
But the moments they had outside of work were some of the best moments of his life. He loved being with (Y/N) and spending most of his free time with her. He was trying not to go too fast with their relationship the way he had in past relationships, but it was hard not to be a bit optimistic with how well things were going.
Of course, dating a co-worker came with some teasing from other co-workers; especially when the other co-workers were fellow comedians. The main joke that the cast liked to tell was that Pete was getting favoritism from (Y/N) when it came to being given the best jokes.
It started during the table read for a skit. They were about halfway through when Punkie cut Pete off mid-joke to proclaim, “No fair, he’s getting the best jokes!”
Everyone stopped to look at her in confusion. They couldn’t tell if the look on her face was serious or not, so Pete asked, “Excuse me?”
“Your jokes here are so much better than mine,” Punkie said. “Must be nice sleeping with one of the writers.”
Punkie laughed, but Pete looked horrified by her “joke”.
“(Y/N) didn’t even write this sketch,” Kenan pointed out.
“That’s a very serious accusation, Punkie,” one of the producers commented.
“Come on, guys, it’s just a joke,” Punkie said. “I’m not mad. Just keep reading.”
Once they finished the table read, Pete decided to approach Punkie himself. “Hey, Punkie, listen. I know what you said was a joke, but...can you maybe be mindful of the way you say it? You could get (Y/N) into a lot of trouble if the wrong people heard what you said.”
“Pete, I didn’t mean it. Everyone knows (Y/N) isn’t actually giving you favoritism in the sketches.”
“I know, I’m just saying to work on your delivery. I really don’t want to have to deal with HR.”
“Okay, I get it. I’ll try to be more funny about it next time.”
And that was truly the wrong thing for Pete to say; for him to agree that if it was clearly said as a joke, that it was fine to say that (Y/N) favorited him. Because once he made the distinction that it was okay to do it in a joking matter, it was like the entire cast had decided they wanted to joke about Pete and (Y/N). It wasn’t anything new for the cast, they joked around with each other all the time. They were all friends, and you had to have a sense of humor if you were gonna be on SNL.
But man, after some time, Pete found it so much more annoying than his castmates meant it to be. He was trying so hard to separate his work life from his personal life, like Lorne had wanted, but now it was like his personal life was open season for all of his friends.
And it was definitely something (Y/N) had noticed. The jokes were never made to her face the same way they were to Pete’s, but she heard the whisperings or the aftermath of certain jokes when approaching Pete. She never said anything at first, which made Pete hope that maybe it didn’t bother her as much as it bothered him.
But one night, as they were leaving set, Pete noticed that (Y/N) seemed distracted. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him as they walked through the doors onto the lot.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.
(Y/N) nibbled on the inside of her cheek before she spoke, “Do your castmates really think I favorite you when writing?”
Pete stopped walking suddenly, causing (Y/N) to stumble a little. He turned to face her and she did the same.
“Baby, of course not. They’re only joking when they say that shit. No one actually believes it,” he assured her.
She shrugged. “I guess, but they say it so much. I’m starting to worry that they actually mean it but don’t want to say it, which could get us both in a lot of trouble if it ever comes back to HR.”
Pete put his hands on her shoulders. “Baby, I promise they do not mean it. If it ever got to HR, they would all swear up and down that they’re joking. They just like to poke fun at me because I had to fall in love with a new writer on set, out of all people. But it’s not serious, I can promise you that.”
A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You fell in love with me, huh?”
Pete couldn’t help but smile too as his hands ran down her arms to take hers. “I would think that’s pretty obvious by now.”
“You haven’t said the big L word before,” she said. “So, I don’t know, I thought maybe this was all just for fun.”
He chuckled, knowing that she was joking about the last part. They both knew they were in this relationship for the long run. There was nothing “just for fun” about it.
But she was right in saying that he hadn’t said the big three words to her yet. Although he knew deep in his heart that he did love (Y/N), he hadn’t been ready to say the words to her just yet.
That big L word was out there now, though. So, realisitically, he was part way there.
“I love you,” he said.
He didn’t think the smile on (Y/N)’s face could get any wider, but it did. She lit up like Times Square and leaned closer to him.
“I love you, too.”
They closed the gap between them to kiss. It was meant to be a sweet, romantic moment for the two of them, but it was quickly cut off by someone calling, “Get a room you two!”
They pulled apart, chuckling at the reaction, before deciding to go home and do just that.
A/N: This post is based on this request I received a few months ago. I hope you enjoy it @justah0pelessr0mantic !
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Pete Davidson x shy!reader w/ problematic puppy
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“Hey babe?” I hear from the kitchen as you exit the bathroom, still rubbing the moisturizer into my skin.
“Yeah?” I respond as I step into the kitchen. As I walk in I stoop down to rub our new puppy’s head before walking around the kitchen island to where Pete is standing, and taking a bite of the toaster waffle he is holding in his hand. He chuckles as I slowly back away while chewing.
“What did you tell me earlier needed to be done today?”
“Oh, um, I was going to go grocery shopping,” I start as I look for something to snack on for breakfast besides Pete’s waffle, and then shut the fridge door when I realize there is nothing, hence the reason I was going to go shopping today. “Maybe look for a dress to wear to your mom’s house on Christmas Eve. Why?”
“You don’t have to wear a dress. The three of us always wear pajamas. Also, do you mind if I come shopping with you? I was wanting to get out of the house today,” he says, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me.
“Yeah you can come with. And if we’re going to wear pajamas, what if you and I got cute matching ones? At Target?” I ask him, looking up at him and pouting.
He leans down and kisses me, before pulling back and saying “You just look so cute when you pout like that, I can’t say no.” He kisses me one more time, before handing me my usual coffee cup and gently turning me back towards our room. Go get dressed you loon,” he says, before placing one more kiss on my lips, and playfully smacking my ass as I walk away.
I pause after taking a couple of steps. “Do we still have puppy pads to put in the area we have blocked off for when we have to leave Peanut at home?” I ask, turning back to look at Pete.
“We do for today, but those should go on your list,” he responds, and I nod, turning again and heading for our room.
I walk back into our room, and cross quickly to the closet, shedding the pajamas I was wearing as I walk in. I browse through my side of the closet, deciding on a pair of flare pants and an oversized sweatshirt. After I finish getting dressed, I bend down and grab my platform Uggs off the shelf before heading back into the other room. As soon as I sit down again, Pete comes walking in from outside, with a look of annoyance on his face.
“The puppy took a shit in the living room again. I just put him out, but we have to really start getting his training started. I’m tired of cleaning up dog shit and I can tell you are too. What do you want to do?” he asks, crossing the room while talking so he is standing in front of me. I let go of the boot and I was about to slip on my foot and let it drop to the ground, before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling with a groan.
I hear Pete bend down and pick my boot up, and then I feel him slide the boot onto my foot. When the boot is on, he pulls me to a standing position and wraps his arms around me. “We can train him, and it won’t take long. We just need to actually start trying,” he says, and then places a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away. “I’m going to bring him in and put him in his space and then we can go. While I drive you can look up good training tools,” he tells me, and then heads toward the sliding door that leads to our backyard.
I sigh one more time, and then grab my purse off the counter, along with Pete’s car keys, and head into our garage to start the car and start looking for training techniques.
By the time Pete gets out to the car I have already read an article that showcased points that I believe will work for us, and have added the things that I believe we will need to the list. As we drive I explain my plan to Pete, and he agrees to it. Before we even reach the store we have a plan for helping Peanut.
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When we start our shopping at Target it feels like no one is paying attention to us, which is how I prefer it, and unusual for when you are dating a celebrity. I decide to relish in the idea that no one has noticed him, and I decide to start with the christmas pajamas, heading straight to that section of the store after getting Starbucks from the cafe at the front. Pete no longer drinks coffee from Starbucks, but I can never go on a Target run without getting it. Pete pushes the cart as I walk next to it, telling him where to go while sipping on my Pink drink. When we reach the Christmas section I meticulously look through each of the sets of pajamas, deciding if we want ones with a funny phrase on them or just a patterned one. I decide on a simple plaid pattern, and hold it up to Pete with a smile.
“I feel like I could order something funnier or cuter on Amazon, but what if we get these and do that? That way we had a pair we could wear to Amy’s on Christmas Eve and then a pair to wear just the two of us on Christmas?”
“Whatever you want to do Baby,” he says with a small smile on his face. I grin, and toss my arms around his neck planting a big kiss on his lips. When I go to pull away he pulls me even closer and kisses me again, before letting go and pulling away. I grab both of our sizes and toss them in our cart, smiling down at them. When I go to turn around and see if they had a small enough dog-size for our puppy, I notice someone standing at the end of the aisle staring at the two of us, with their camera pointed right at us. I knew in that moment that they had without a doubt caught the moment of us kissing, and I immediately begin to feel a panic attack coming on.
“Hey Pete,” I say quietly, turning back around and looking at him. I don’t want him to notice the person at the other end of the aisle, so I grab hold of the cart and start pushing it. “Let’s go get the puppy stuff now that we have this.” He nods, and looks a little confused, but follows after me anyway. I walk quickly and quietly to the pet section, and whip the cart into the aisle with puppy pads in it before stopping suddenly. I ignore the questioning looks from Pete as I grab the puppy pads, some puppy shampoo, and then grab the cart and turn down the next aisle. I grab some small treats that will help with the potty training, and then decide to grab a small dog toy for a reward once he is trained. I take hold of the cart again and head towards the next section on my grocery list, still ignoring Pete’s glances of confusion.
I rush through our grocery shopping as quick as possible, noticing more people staring at us in every aisle we go down. By the time we get to the checkout and are checking out, I look out the door and see the flashing lights of paparazzi. I can tell the exact moment that Pete notices it as well, because he starts shoving our groceries into bags quicker than he had been before, and before I know it we are completely checked out, and Pete has me sandwiched between him and the cart as we head out of the store and into the crowd of paparazzi. Luckily we had snagged a parking spot close to the front, and Pete opened the door and helped me get in the car, pressing a kiss to my forehead before shutting the door and going to the back of the car to put the groceries in the trunk.
When he gets in the car, he starts it and quickly leaves the parking lot. He holds my hand as he drives, rubbing soothing circles over it.
“I’m sorry,” he says about three minutes into the drive. I snap my head up, looking at him with a look of wonder and fury in my eyes.
“Why in the hell are you sorry?” I ask him, and he sighs, glancing over at me before looking back at the road.
“I should’ve ended the shopping trip that moment you suddenly got uncomfortable in the Christmas aisle. I just thought it would only be that one person and then we would be fine. Obviously I was wrong.”
“You saw them?” I ask him softly. He nods, and I put my head down. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think you had seen them and I thought ignoring it was better than trying to do something about it.”
“I thought the same thing” he says, and then we sit there in silence for a moment before we both crack up with laughter. We laugh for at least two minutes as he drives down the road, and when we pul into our garage the first thing I do is unbuckle and then reach across the car and pull his lips into mine.
“I’m sorry I’m so shy and get so nervous in situations like that,” I whisper when I pull back.
“I don’t blame you,” he says, kissing me one more time before pulling back again. “I also get nervous in those situations, but not really because of me anymore. Because of you,” he says, and I feel a tear slip out of my eye. “I’ve never cared or worried about anyone like I do you,” he says, and then pulls me in for another kiss.
Request - Since no one had me this yet so I want to know if you can make a Pete Davidson x male reader where the reader and Pete been dating for 6 months secretly. So they finally think it's a good time to come out about the relationship. Instead of posting it on social media they instead make very large hints on SNL like in one skit Pete holds his boyfriend close
You and Pete are in the backroom alone. You are sitting down on the couch, then he placed his chin on your arm.
“You seem nervous,” Pete said.
“Yeah, I'm nervous. We are going to let everyone know that we are dating” You said.
“We don't have to do this if you don't want to,” Pete said.
“We can do it. We will be fine” You said.
You kiss him on the lips then he kisses you back.
You and Pete have been dating in secret. You are the first guy that he started to date. You and Pete are always supportive of each other and you have always been there when he had meltdowns. You and Pete were friends first then he made the first move.
You and Pete go on stage and act out the first skit. In the second skit, you and Pete have to play as firefighters and everyone can see his hand on your waist. But you try to hold in your laughter but you try not to laugh at the names. In the third skit, you and Pete have to do a musical but you two don't sing. Pete tries not to laugh and he is holding your hand tight. His castmates are funny and you tried not to laugh but it was very noticeable. He hides his face on your shoulder and you struggle to say your lines. Then Pete kissed you on the cheek and you were in shock. When the skit was ending, you two were in the back but everyone noticed that Pete gave you a peck on the lips. You couldn't help to smile and he was just smiling.
You and your band have to perform a song. Before getting on stage you told him the song was for him and he starts to blush. Pete is enjoying the song and people notice how Pete is enjoying the song.
After the show, you and Pete didn't go to the after-party. You went to his apartment and you won't check your phone all night.
“The song was great” Pete smiled.
“Thanks. I'm going to avoid my phone for the night” You said.
“Why? Oh, is it because we came out” Pete said.
“Yeah, I never did anything like that before,” You said.
“It’s new to me also. I like how you didn't pressure me to do it. Stay the night” Pete said.
It was his idea to, show hints during skits.
“Okay, I will stay the night” You smiled.
All Night, you and Pete didn't check online about SNL. But a lot of people started to talk about you and Pete. Your social media platforms got so many comments about Pete and more. Instead, you and Pete had dinner and then talked about something else. Then you watch TV on the couch and Pete lies on top of you and you wrap your arms around him.
“Don’t move you are comfortable,” Pete said.
“I don't think I can't move,” You said.
“I’m comfortable now so what's the point of moving,” Pete said.
“Whatever” You giggled.
You and Pete watched TV for a little while, and then you two fell asleep.
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The next day… you checked online because you got so many alerts. There were so many questions about you and Pete. You showed Pete the questions on your accounts, he is surprised to see so many.
“That is a lot,” Pete said.
“Yeah. I didn't answer anyone’s question or make a statement” You said.
“Let’s not worry about them right now. Let's go get breakfast” Pete said.
“Good idea, because I'm starving,” You said.
You kiss him on the lips then he kissed you back.
You leave the apartment with Pete. While holding hands and heading to the restaurant, you and Pete hold hands. But a fan took a picture of you and Pete together and then posted it online. The picture went viral but you didn't focus on your phone. Pete deleted all his accounts a few weeks back.
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You are on your phone and you keep seeing new alerts about your relationship. Now, gossip blogs are talking about you and Pete. Everyone is talking about the skits that you two did together. Everyone wants to know if the relationship is serious or not.
You are doing a live Q&A on Instagram. You start to answer some random questions. While answering questions you are baking cookies. Then Pete walked in and you told him what you were doing, and then he waved at the phone.
“Here’s a question, is Y/n your boyfriend?” Pete said.
“Am I?” You asked.
Pete put his arm around your torso and pulled you closer.
“He is my boyfriend but I think he is after my money” Pete teased.
You playfully smacked his chest and he starts to laugh.
“Don’t lie” You said.
“I was just kidding, babe. He is my boyfriend and we have been dating for six months” Pete said.
Suddenly, you see positive comments for you and Pete.
“The other question is, how did we meet” You said.
“Oh, I remember. He was taking a picture with Sarah Paulson and I photobombed the picture then Pedro Pascal introduced him to me. We became friends then we started dating in secret. Babe, these cookies taste so good” Pete said.
“It’s true. I have the picture at my place in a frame” You said.
Then he kissed you on the cheek and he ate more cookies. Then you and Pete see comments from people who want to see the picture. Much later, you posted the picture and you started to get many likes and comments. Pete ate most of the cookies and he gave you the puppy eyes for you to bake more.
[𝐒ummary : Pete’s dreams finally come true, now earned everything he’s truly ever wanted.]
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It wasn’t a secret that Pete wanted to have children, he had very publicly talked about it several times and I’m many interviews.
Still the idea was somewhat foreign to him but he knew what he wanted and he wanted kids with you.
“Hey babe” Pete started pausing the movie the two of you chose to watch for date night you both made it a point to have a date nice twice a month every month indefinitely.
When picking those dates you both took turns planning them last time you choose going to a museum, due to history being your favorite subject and you loved learning about thing and telling random fun facts.
Pete had chosen to stay in wanting to have you in his arms close at all times, so here you were watching the little mermaid on the couch with his arms wrapped, around your waists him laying on you’re belly and you’re back against the couch.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” You said turning your full attention to the tall man on your stomach.
He gazed up at you grabbing hold of your hands playing with them showing his eyes gleaming nervously at you’re hands, his eyes bouncing before your hands and then at you.
“Well I don’t think it’s wrong but I’m not sure where you stand on it I mean I know but I don’t know if that was just talk or futuristic.” He rambled.
“Baby what is it?” You said cutting to the point but still finding his rambling abordable.
“Iwanttohavebabywithyousoonbutnow” he sputtered out quickly making you felt like your head was spinning at his pace.
“Okay say it slower, taking that fast you can’t possibly think I’d understand you.” You said reaching to give him a sip of you’re water, before he sat once again on you’re facing each other hands in hand.
“Okay?” You asked making him nod his head and sigh. “Now what did you say?” You asked him again turning you’re attention to him.
“Yeah, I want to have a baby with you and I feel like now would be a great time we’ve been married for a little bit we moved into this house and we have this extra space and backyard for kids and I’m directing mostly now so I’ll be able to be with you and not have to travel as much and…” he ranted deciding to let him finish his baby fever fueled rant.
“Yes,” you said stopping his rant right there quickly focusing on your face.
“Yes?” He repeated confused
“Yes, I would love to have a baby with you were both stable and healthy we do have the space. This would be the perfect time.” You agreed looking at him and not even a half of a second pasted before he was showering your face in kisses before picking you up kissing you all the way.
“Baby making time.” He said taking you up stairs to bed, bursting through your bedroom closing the door behind him before turning his attention to you on the bed.
Pouncing on you again he kissed all over your face.
“Baby, wait wait.” You related begin cut off by a kiss with each word.
Instantly Pete stopped sitting up
“I want to have a baby but I still need to make an appointment to get my IUD removed and it might take a little bit for my body to adjust.” You warned
“I know as long as I get to enjoy the process of the journey with you I’m okay.” He said kissing you rapidly this time with no interruptions.
The following Thursday you found yourself in a doctors appointment with a very excited Peter getting your birth control removed.
And then eight almost nine months later you found yourself in the early morning.
Suddenly feeling extremely sick rushing and pulling the covers off you waking Peter up in the process.
Emptying out your body in the toilet having Pete hold your hair back and rubbing your back comforting you best he could.
You didn’t want to assume immediately you were pregnant, twice before you had a false alarm and now you wanted to be sure before getting excited about the morning sickness.
After a doctors appointment it was confirmed.
“Mrs. Davidson you are in fact six weeks pregnant.” The doctor said dragging the Doppler across your jellied stomach.
She filled the screen around and there was your baby it was the size of a cherry seed but I brought tears to both of your eyes.
“I love you so much.” He said looking deeply into your eyes as he wiped the jelly off your belly and helped you stand up.
Ever since then Pete has been on cloud nine.
HIS POV
ever since I found out, you were making me a father I tried my best to make it as easy as possible.
I thought it would be hard having your body change constantly adapting to take care of our baby.
I wanted needed to do anything and everything to take the much off you as I can.
Crack of dawn cravings? Got it
Can’t fine anything to wear you feel comfortable in? I’ll buy you new clothes or you can have mine
Anything hurts? Feet, back, boobs I’ll massage it
Anything, as your due date was approaching and before you couldn’t travel I wanted to take you on a babymoon.
Settling on Punta Cana’s blue water beaches booking a beach villa, with you laying next to me sound asleep tried from the day and our daughter.
I can’t help but stare down at you and your belly holding the child I always wanted but never thought I’d get.
You’ve given me everything I could ask for marriage, love, understanding, support and now a baby girl to be named Aniline Amy Davidson.
Thanking nobody but you for making all of this a reality.
I drift off to sleep your back to my chest, my hands to your belly, and your hands together with mine.
⟣
Turning over away from the window, the sun blinding me trying to force me out of my sleep.
Feeling the bed for you only to come up empty, jumping up sleep long forgotten my eyes frantically darting around the room.
The bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and no sign of you. My eyes still darting around seeing the sliding glass door open running standing in the doorframe.
I saw you in a floral dress blowing through the breeze. Playing and swaying in the water.
Drawing closer behind you wrapping my arms around your belly swaying with you and the waves.
“Are you okay your heats racing I can feel it?” You asked me stare locked on me.
“I couldn’t find you this morning when I woke up I got scared and started running around trying to find y’all.” I confessed
Normally I probably would’ve gotten embarrassed about jumping that far off the bat but, with you I didn’t feel like I needed to hide or be embarrassed about anything.
“We’re right here this morning she wouldn’t stop kicking and I didn’t want to wake you up so I came out here, she stopped kicking when I told her about this place and how much it means to us.” You told me sitting down at you best ability to sit criss cross.
“Yeah, this all feels like a dream to me.” I told you sitting with you hearing and feeling the waves clash softly against our bodies.
“It’s real Peter I’m real, our daughter is, our marriage everything is real.” You smiled at me holding my hands your wedding ring glowing in the sunlight.
“I remember when I asked you to marry me, I remember when we were at the alter here, when you told me you were pregnant after our honeymoon and now soon you’ll give birth to our daughter soon. We’re here together you’re 32 weeks pregnant this is all I’ve ever wanted ever.” I told you feeling my eyes water.
“This is what I never thought I’d have thank you for everything being my wife, the mother to our daughter, and my support and heart.” I thanked her rubbing your belly.
Kissing your face enjoying this ocean and life with you.
I wrote and rewrote so much of this many times lol. Hope y'all enjoy!
If you were being honest, hanging out with Colson and Pete was surprisingly docile.
That was, until they got drunk, high, or both. Then, shit went crazy.
You liked the chill nights, too. Sometimes you even preferred them. But the nights when you’d all smoked too much or passed around one too many blunts and fallen asleep on the couch together were fun, too. It depended on your mood.
Tonight, you wanted fun. It had been an exhausting week and you just wanted to unwind in the best way you knew how — getting cross-faded with your boys.
You’d met Colson first, on the set of a movie. Where Colson went, Pete wasn’t far behind, so it wasn’t long before you met the comedian, too. You and Colson had hooked up a few times, but it wasn’t anything serious. You both saw other people and were fine with that.
Pete, on the other hand…you’d had a crush on him for a while. You crushed on both of them, to be honest, but there was something so sweet and comfortable with Pete. He reminded you of friends back home. He made you feel safe. The two of you, however, hadn’t even discussed your relationship in that way, let alone hooked up.
You hadn’t gone into the night with expectations, so when Colson suggested truth or dare, you had to admit you were intrigued.
“Y/N,” he said thoughtfully, pausing to pull from his blunt. “Best sex you’ve ever had. With who, and what happened. Go.”
Your cheeks flushed and you glared at him. He smirked. Cocky bastard. He knew good and well that you’d told him he was the best you’d ever been with. He just wanted to hear you say it in front of him and your mutual friend.
“What am I missing?” Pete asked, looking between the two of you.
“Yeah, Y/N. Enlighten us,” Colson said innocently, blue eyes piercing yours.
You rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you mumbled. “Colson was the best sex I’ve had.” Pete’s eyes widened slightly. You went on. “He was the first and only person to make me squirt.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed,” Colson teased.
“Are you guys fucking with me?” Pete asked.
You snorted. “I wish.”
“No she doesn’t,” Colson retorted.
“You guys have hooked up?” Pete asked, looking back and forth between you and Colson frantically. “When? How many times?”
“Lost count,” Colson replied, followed by a groan from you.
“No way,” Pete said. He shook his head and leaned back on the couch. “Shit. Can’t believe you never told me.”
“We just did,” you said flatly. “Pete, truth or dare?”
Pete looked flustered but he shook his head. “Uh, truth.”
“Have you ever had a threesome?” you asked.
“No,” Pete said, shaking his head.
“Would you ever?” you asked.
Pete shrugged. “Why not?” You bit back a smirk. God, you knew how you wanted tonight to go, but was it just a fantasy? Could it actually happen?
“Colson, truth or dare,” Pete said in a dumb voice, clearly finding the game immature and stupid.
“Dare, man,” Colson said with a smirk. He leaned back in his chair, pushing his hair out of his face as he took another hit.
Pete was eyeing you even though his dare was directed at Colson. “I dare you to kiss Y/N’s most sensitive spot,” he said, and his voice was noticeably lower.
You swallowed hard and glanced at Colson, who appeared calm and relaxed. He got up from his chair and leaned over you on the couch, tucking your hair behind your ear. He dipped his head and parted his lips around the space beneath your ear, twisting his tongue before nipping gently. You were embarrassed at the involuntary whimper that left your mouth.
Colson sat back down. You waited for a truth or dare, but instead, Colson asked Pete. “Dare,” Pete said.
“I dare you to kiss Y/N for at least 10 seconds,” Colson ordered.
Pete wet his lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest. You were about to kiss the guy who you had a mad crush on. You couldn’t help but be excited.
Pete leaned down over you, reminiscent of Colson’s posture just a few moments before, and you looked up at him shyly. He was biting his lip but he let it go as he leaned down, pausing with his lips millimeters from yours. Your breath hitched when he finally kissed you.
The kiss was dizzying in the best way.
His big lips were warm and soft, and the way his tongue teased was making your stomach twist with desire. Your hands went to cup his face and you were just getting into it when Colson called time. As Pete went to sit down, you noticed the bulge in Colson’s gray sweats and you raised a brow at him.
“Colson, dare you to make Y/N moan,” Pete said immediately. You noticed that Pete hadn’t even asked truth or dare, but Colson didn’t seem to mind. He was already leaning over you again, lips on yours. Your breathing was shaky as he kissed his way slowly down your neck, then down your chest, tugging down your tank top to leave kisses between your breasts. You were tense as he kissed his way slowly down your stomach before pushing your tank up and nipping at your hip bone. You could have moaned and put a stop to the dare, but it was no secret that you were enjoying yourself too much to stop things too soon.
You gasped as Colson popped the button on your jeans and tugged them down under your ass. Your cheeks bloomed red as you felt Pete’s eyes on you. You closed your eyes as your jeans were completely removed from your body. Then, you were gasping as Colson pushed open your thighs. The moan that left you when Colson placed a firm kiss over your panties was completely involuntary. He smirked and pulled back. “Easy,” he said, looking up at you.
“Dare you to suck on her tits,” Colson said, glancing at you for consent. “If you’re okay with it, of course, Y/N.” You managed a nod and blushed when Colson laughed.
Pete’s throat bobbed as he came to sit beside you. He rested a gentle hand on your bare thigh. “You sure this is okay?” he asked.
“Y-yeah, it’s okay,” you managed breathlessly.
Pete nodded and pulled you into his lap. He looked up at your face and shook his head almost imperceptibly. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, and then his lips were on your neck again. Your chest heaved as Pete pulled your tank top over your head and tossed it to the floor. His hands slid up your waist and cupped your breasts over your bra, making you whimper slightly.
You heard fabric shifting and you turned around to see Colson palming himself through his sweats. Your eyes widened and he smirked. “Ask Petey if he was being honest earlier,” he said, voice as warm and sweet as honey.
You looked at Pete, brow furrowed, and the brunette smirked. “Yeah, I’ve had a threesome before,” he chuckled.
“Tell her who with,” Colson added, breath hitching as he moved his hand.
“Colson and another girl.” Pete smirked.
“No shit,” you breathed, glancing between them. They met eyes and smirked at each other. You shook your head and looked down at Pete. “You guys suck,” you complained, and Pete’s body rumbled with laughter beneath yours. His big hands were resting comfortably on your hips and his head was resting back against the couch, putting his milky white neck on display.
“Come on, Petey,” Colson coaxed. “A dare’s a dare.”
“Right.” Pete grinned, remembering where he left off. You shivered as big hands went around your back to touch the clasp of your bra. He met your eyes again and you nodded your consent, and then he expertly unhooked your bra. You let it slide down your arms, cheeks red and lips tight as you revealed yourself to him. Pete’s already dark eyes seemed to grow almost black as he took in the sight of you. His hands slid to the arch of your back, pulling you closer to wrap his lips around your nipple. You whimpered, head falling back as his teeth lightly grazed your sensitive bud.
Pete took his time with you. He made sure to give each breast the same amount of attention, sucking and licking and biting gently until you were gasping, thighs shaking slightly. You were panting when Pete pulled back, smirking up at you. You could feel him through his sweats beneath you. You knew at once that the BDE wasn’t just energy. Ariana hadn’t been saying shit vindictively at all. The rumors were true.
You jumped at the sound of Pete’s soft voice, snapping you out of your daze. “Y/N, truth or dare.”
You swallowed, gathering your composure. “D-dare,” you stammered.
Pete’s eyes flickered in the low light. “Pick truth,” he insisted. Colson smirked from where he sat, rolling up a blunt.
Your eyes widened slightly. “Okay. Truth,” you obeyed.
Pete licked his lips. “You ever taken two dicks at once?”
Your eyes widened. Colson set the blunt down, then sat on the couch beside Pete, reaching to pull you into his lap. You settled in with an arm around Colson’s neck, glad you weren’t sober. It made being nearly naked while they were still fully clothed a little easier. Colson’s hand rested on your thigh, thumb stroking gentle circles.
“No,” you said, voice small. “But I would.”
Colson’s head snapped over to meet Pete’s eyes and they smirked devilishly at each other. “Y/N,” Colson said, cupping your cheek so you’d look at him. “Do you trust us?”
“Yes,” you said honestly, nodding.
“Good.” Colson’s voice was soothing as he leaned in to kiss you. You sighed into the kiss, tangling your hand into his blonde locks. He pulled you closer, then flipped you around so you were still on his lap but facing outwards. Pete knelt in front of you then, and your breathing hitched.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you for a very, very long time,” Pete confessed, guiding your panties down your legs. You swallowed hard, wondering if you were dreaming. But no, this was very real. You whimpered and closed your eyes as Colson’s hands cupped your breasts. “Just relax. Let us take care of you.”
Colson’s arms slid beneath your legs, bending your knees and pulling your legs back, opening you up to Pete. Your head fell back onto Colson’s shoulder and your chest heaved as Pete leaned in, burying his face between your legs. Your cheeks reddened at your position, completely vulnerable.
You moaned immediately. Pete’s lips were incredible, and you weren’t surprised at how good it felt. “Does that feel good, baby?” Colson murmured, kissing your neck. You closed your eyes and nodded. “Hey, quit holding back,” Colson insisted. “Don’t go quiet on us. She’s louder than this, Petey.”
Pete hummed his response and your hips jerked at the vibration. Colson groaned softly at the stimulation this brought to his cock. “It’s going to be a long night, Y/N.”
“Fuck,” you squeaked, goosebumps covering your skin at the sensations taking over your body. This was too good to be true. The two men you were most attracted to in the world, about to fuck you. Together. Pete drew his tongue slowly through your folds, gathering the wetness that had gathered there, and then sucked your clit in pulses, causing your back to arch sharply.
“Fuck, my turn,” Colson said, tapping the top of Pete’s head. Pete pulled back and wiped his mouth, getting to his feet. Colson pushed you off of him and you immediately grabbed Pete, pulling him close. He leaned down to kiss you, your head tilting up to reach him. Your hands were under his shirt then, pulling it up, and he helped you yank it over his head. Your hands ran down his chest and stomach and he watched you with desire in his eyes.
Then, you pulled Colson to his feet, pulling him down for a kiss, too. He kissed you back hard, stubble grinding against your face in a painfully pleasurable way. You helped him remove his shirt, too, then looked between the two gorgeous men. Colson, only a couple of inches taller than Pete but with so many more tattoos. Intimidating. Dangerous. Pete, with his soft, brown eyes. Warm. Inviting. You loved their yin and yang and how they worked perfectly together.
Colson leaned down to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He leaned in to bite gently at your neck, making you roll your head back with a moan. He carried you to his bedroom, Pete close behind, then laid you out on the bed. “Spread your legs,” Colson demanded. “Show me that pretty pussy. That’s it.” His eyes darkened and he bit his lip, palming himself over his sweats. “Touch yourself, Y/N.”
Pete sat in the armchair in the corner and groaned softly as your fingers found your wet pussy. You liked the way that both pairs of eyes were glued to your hand, their lips slightly parted with intrigue. “Fuck, she’s so wet,” Pete told Colson, who just nodded.
Colson grabbed your thighs, yanking you sharply to the edge of the bed, pulling a startled gasp from your lips. He dropped to his knees and pulled your legs over his shoulders, leaning in to get a taste. You moaned and shifted your hips at the pleasure. He and Pete were both great at this in their own ways. Your legs shook against his head, so worked up from Pete’s mouth, followed by Colson’s. You let out a high whine as Colson’s tongue assaulted your sensitive clit.
“Pete,” you said. He met your eyes from where he sat watching, palming his cock. “Come here. Kiss me,” you pleaded. Pete let a gentle smirk grace his face and then he climbed onto the bed, leaning over to kiss you hard, tangling a hand in your hair. Finally, with a gasp, you yanked on Colson’s hair, pulling him away from your sensitive core.
You pushed him off of you and then dropped to your knees, pulling down Colson’s sweats. He helped you by pushing his boxers down. As he stepped out of them, you turned to Pete, helping him discard his own pants and boxers. You were immediately intimidated by the sight of two gigantic dicks in front of you, but you liked a challenge. You wet your lips and started with Pete.
The brunette groaned as you ran your tongue over his balls and up his shaft before sealing your lips around the head. His hand wove into your hair as you pressed your tongue into his slit, drawing a hiss from the brunette’s lips. You gave him attention for a few moments more and then you switched to Colson, mimicking your movements from moments earlier. Colson’s moan was gravelly, his head falling back as you took him in your mouth. His hand went to the back of your head and pulled you onto his dick, causing you to gag. He held you in place, your eyes watering, and when you felt like your air had run out, he released you. You gasped for air, sitting back on your heels.
“What do you think, Pete?” Colson asked, looking down at you. “Do you think we should make her come first or make her work for it?”
“Dunno,” Pete said, biting his lip as he looked down at you. You looked up at them with pleading eyes, throbbing between your legs. You’d never felt so needy or desperate in your entire life. “She’s a bad girl. Wanting to take two at once,” Pete continued.
Colson smirked. “Yeah, true.” He helped you to your feet, then laid on his back, looking at you as he wrapped a hand around his cock. “Hands and knees, pussy in my mouth,” he commanded. Confused, you looked at him, then glanced at Pete. Colson chuckled darkly. “Don’t get too excited,” he said. “You’re not coming.” Your stomach dropped slightly. Pete nodded his head, encouraging you to follow Colson’s instructions, and you hurried onto the bed, guiding yourself to the position Colson had asked for.
Pete followed, climbing onto the bed. “Up,” he demanded, and you pushed yourself upwards, balanced precariously over Colson’s face. Colson grunted in irritation and grabbed your ass, pulling you down so your full weight was on his face. “Good girl,” Pete said with a smirk, climbing onto the bed. He tilted your chin upwards and then you made a surprised sound as he shoved two thick fingers between your lips. You coated them with your spit and he pulled them back harshley.
Pete moved beside you and stroked a hand over the curve of your ass. He pulled your cheeks apart and pressed one finger to your hole, making you gasp sharply. “If you want to take both of us, we need to get you ready,” he explained and you nodded. “You ever taken it in the ass before?”
Colson laughed against you and your jaw dropped, his noise causing you to whine. Pete chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He bit his lip as he pressed one thick finger slowly inside of you.
“Mm, Pete,” you moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders. Between his finger and Colson’s tongue, you were coming undone quickly.
You barely noticed as Pete added another finger, you were so deep in pleasure. Colson’s tongue moved expertly as Pete reached around to rub at your clit, picking up the pace. You breathed shallowly, feeling yourself start to tighten up. Colson’s finger pressed inside your pussy and you cried out, hips stuttering. One of your hands was clenched in Colson’s hair and the other was wrapped around Pete’s shoulder. You were shaking as they worked you up together, in complete sync.
“Oh fuck, I’m close,” you managed. In unison, the boys removed themselves from you, Colson guiding you off of his face and Pete removing his fingers.
You whimpered in protest as you turned over and sat on the bed. Colson smirked and wiped his mouth. “Patience, baby,” he purred, clutching your face in his big hand and kissing you firmly. “You’ll get yours.”
“Please,” you squeaked, chasing the kiss.
Colson raised a brow. “Please, what?”
You bit your lip, legs trembling and stomach still clenching from how fucking close you’d just been. “Please, fuck me,” you said quietly. Colson moved aside so Pete could crawl over you, shoving your legs apart. Using the hand that hadn’t been loosening you up, he slid a finger inside your pussy and you mewled. He pumped it slowly in and out and then laughed darkly, glancing at Colson.
“Can feel her clenching around me,” he said. “Needy girl needs to come so bad.”
“Mmmm.” Colson hummed, settling on the bed beside you. You barely breathed as you looked over at him, trying your best not to come yet. “You need to come, baby?”
All you could do was nod frantically. The room was starting to grow hot and your vision ebbed slightly. “Mm, fuck,” you whined, feeling yourself clench around Pete’s finger again. “I-I can’t–”
“Hold it,” Pete demanded, dark eyes fixed on yours as he fingered you.
“Pete, f-fuck, I can’t,” you whimpered, back arching as you tried to scoot away from his finger. Just as your high began, Pete pulled back and you let out a frustrated groan, snapping your knees together.
“Alright, that’s enough teasing, I think,” Colson said, reaching for you to straddle him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, baby girl.” You were having trouble focusing with Pete’s hands running over your curves behind you. “You’re gonna ride me while Pete fucks that tight ass. Got it?”
“Mmph, yeah,” you managed as you heard a familiar click, the sound of the lube bottle being uncapped.
“And you’re not going to come until we give you permission,” he explained.
“B-but–”
“But nothing,” Pete said, giving your ass a firm slap that made you yelp. “You’ll take it and say fucking thank you.”
You nodded, legs trembling as Colson guided you down onto his cock. He pulled you so you were folded over him, giving Pete access to your ass. You gasped sharply as his slicked up head pressed to your hole. You pulsed around Colson ‘s dick as Pete pressed the thick head inside, and you whimpered at the sharpness, closing your eyes.
“Good girl,” Colson cooed, squeezing your breasts and pinching your already sore nipples. Your breathing shook hard when Pete was all the way inside. Fuck. It was happening. One of your greatest fantasies. Two dicks at once. You’d seen it in porn a million times, but the real thing was even better. You were impossibly full with both of them, and you were having a hard time steadying your breathing.
“Hey,” Pete soothed, rubbing your back. “Breathe, Y/N.” Colson tucked a piece of hair gently behind your ear and studied your face. Neither of them wanted to actually hurt you in any way. They wanted you to enjoy this. Finally, you caught your breath and nodded, and then you cried out as Pete retracted his hips and rolled them forward again.
“O-oh fuck,” Colson moaned, gripping your ass to pull your cheeks open more, giving Pete more access. As Pete fucked you, your hips rolled unintentionally forward, helping you to ride Colson without any effort from you. Your eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure as your mouth hung open. You were shameless. There was no other way to be.
After a few minutes, Pete carefully pulled out, panting. “Fuck, that position’s too hard,” he said. Colson patted your ass, telling you to get up, and you did on shaky legs. He scooped you up quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he sank you down on him again. You felt Pete behind you, pressing inside again, and god, this was even better. You leaned back, letting Pete hold you under your arms, leaving both boys face to face. They smirked at each other as they timed their thrusts perfectly, working you up.
Your legs trembled around Colson’s hips and all you could do was moan and arch and just take it. But nothing had ever felt better. Your eyes flew open when you felt Colson’s fingers press to your sensitive clit. “O-oh, Jesus, fuck,” you gasped, legs fighting to close. “C-Col–”
“Yeah, baby, fuck,” Colson moaned, brow furrowing. “You like being fucked by two guys at the same time?”
“Mm, yeah she does, little slut,” Pete said, massaging your breasts. Your orgasm was sneaking up again, or racing towards you, rather. Both boys moaned in unison when they felt you contracting around them.
“Please!” you spat out, trying to wriggle away from the pleasure. “Let me come, I’m so c-close!”
“What do you think, Pete?” Colson teased, still rubbing tight circles on your clit as they thrusted.
Your whines and moans were ignored. “Hmm,” Pete said, twisting your nipples lightly. “I think she’s earned it.”
“Yeah,” Colson agreed, biting his lip. “Go ahead and come, baby.”
That was all you needed. Your body bowed and your vision whited out as your orgasm ripped through you, more intense than any you’d ever felt before. The intensity made you go boneless in their arms, panting and fucked out.
Colson chuckled, holding your legs to his hips. “Let’s get her on the bed,” he told Pete. They pulled out of you and settled you on the bed. You panted but smiled up at them, feeling so satisfied and exhausted.
You bit your lip, looking between them. “Hey,” you said shyly.
Pete hummed in response and Colson asked, “What babe?”
“Will you…I want you both to…” Your words tapered off and you bit your lip again.
“Nah, don’t be shy now, girl,” Colson said with a grin. “Tell us what you want.”
“Want you both to…to come all over me,” you blurted. Pete and Colson made eye contact, smirking, and together, they got on their knees. You watched in awe as each man curled his hand around his cock and started jerking, slow at first, then faster as their breathing intensified.
“Fuck, touch yourself,” Pete demanded. Thankful for his permission, you let your hand drift down between your legs. You couldn’t get enough of them over you, panting and grunting and moaning as they brought themselves closer and closer.
Pete was the first one to come. “Oh shit,” he gasped, hips stuttering as he painted white ribbons on your chest and face, falling forward onto a hand. His orgasm encouraged yours, and you whined out, squirming as you came again. This was the catalyst for Colson, and he groaned lowly, shuddering as he came hard, his cum mingling with Pete’s.
Pete collapsed beside you and Colson went into the bathroom for a towel. After he cleaned you up, he pulled you to his chest and Pete snuggled up behind you. You yawned as Colson’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “Was that what you wanted?”
“Fuck yes,” you breathed.
Pete grinned and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah, that’s happening again,” he remarked. You and Colson nodded in agreement.
As you fell asleep, so exhausted and satisfied, you found yourself smiling at the prospect of many more late nights with Pete and Colson, far from docile.
