When you decide to attend a Machine Gun Kelly concert with your three best friends, you are introduced to none other than your celebrity crush Pete Davidson. What follows is an unexpected romantic relationship with the SNL star that forces you to na...
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You woke up early which you weren't used to. You got up from the bed, making sure not to wake Pete up, before heading upstairs and making yourself a cup of coffee.
You noticed a note on the counter from Amy.
Running some errands. Be back around noon. Good luck on SNL Pete! Y/N if you're not still here when I get back, it was so nice meeting you!
You smiled at the note before deciding to make some breakfast for you and Pete, expecting that he would be awake soon.
You found a blueberry muffin mix in the cabinet and started following the directions on the box. You had just put the muffin pan in the oven when Pete walked in.
"Good morning," you said as he walked over to give you a hug.
"Good morning," Pete said in his slightly raspy morning voice, "How did you know I love blueberry muffins?"
"Ummm, I think everybody loves blueberry muffins."
Pete read the note from his mom before he nuzzled his head against your neck, laying soft kisses along your collarbone, "How long do the muffins need to cook for?"
"I think like half an hour."
"Hmmm, and how are we going to pass the time?" Pete said with a sensual smirk.
"I remember somebody using the phrase 'fucking railing the shit out of me' yesterday," you said with a laugh.
Pete rolled his eyes before leaning back down to kiss along your collarbone again.
After a few minutes, he grabbed onto your hips, "Jump."
"What?"
"Jump up on the counter, I'll help you."
You did as Pete said, spreading your legs a bit once you were seated so that Pete could get closer to you.
"Are you going to fuck me on your mom's kitchen counter?"
"It's my counter too," Pete countered as he pulled the long sleeve t-shirt off of you.
You reached behind to unclasp your bra as Pete kissed down your neck, sucking softly on certain spots, surely leaving marks but you didn't care.
You threw your bra off and Pete's hands replaced the piece of underwire and fabric, cupping your breasts as he planted kisses all over your upper body.
You reached one hand down to Pete's hardened cock, palming it outside of his sweatpants while the other hand ran through his hair.
Pete's lips returned to yours and he immediately thrust his tongue into your mouth. Holding your face in both of his hands, your lips continually crashed into each other, the kiss sloppy and needy. You pulled back after a few minutes to get some air, the kiss absolutely intoxicating but also not very kind to your oxygen supply.
