Sympathy For The Devil - Pete Davidson {FINISHED}

1.4*

edited <3

lana del rey - gods and monsters

      With a snap of his fingers and a blink of an eye we're back in the place that we were previously disturbed in. The sheets were still an unkept mess and the curtain was still blowing in despite there being no window for breeze to blow in from. Such an oddity to the room.

      "We're not supposed to be here, especially you." Pete pulls out two suitcases from what I can only assume to be his walk-in closet.

      "Why can't I be here?" I furrow my eyebrows towards him while taking a sit on the bed that held secrets that I didn't even know of.

      "Reasons." He throws one of the cases right next to me whilst giving me a pointed look. "Go in that armoire next to the door and pick whatever you want out of it."

      Following his directions I head towards one of his many storage units in this living space. It's dark oak wood was trimmed with gold metal that enhanced it's features. It was huge, yes, and what was inside of it shocked me even more. An array of dresses, shirts and pants in my size, and shoes were placed accordingly inside of it.

      My fingers run through all of the fabric admiring all of the cloth I've never seen before. Pete yells from across the room to hurry so I start grabbing any article I can get my hands on. A blue summer dress, leather jacket with matching pants, cardigans any person would die for, and tennis shoes.

     It didn't take that long for the suitcase to get filled with all of the beautiful garments.

      "Fuck." A voice appears right next to my ear causing me to turn around only to meet a bare-chested Pete. My eyes widen as they stay stuck on the skin that was only meters away from my touch. His hands grab onto my biceps ever-so gently as if I was made out of porcelain, delicate but still firm.

     One hand rests on the nape of my neck as his lips connect themselves to the base of it, sucking ever so lightly. It was a miracle that this man never left a mark. My head rolls back giving him more access which only makes him groan against the skin softly. My fingers make their way to the base of his hair where they tug slightly on the strands.

      "I thought we had to leave?" My voice was already breathless as the Devil himself continued to work himself around my body. 

     "It can wait." He says against my skin as he reaches to pull my own shirt over my head. Pausing for a moment he glances at my bare chest in what seems to be admiration but I couldn't decipher it from lust. 

      Pushing me down onto the bed for the second time that day his mouth connects to one of my breasts whereas his hand places itself on the other. A moan escapes my mouth before I can stop myself causing him to smirk against my skin. He moves down onto my ribcage where once again he bites the skin causing my whole body to flutter with good emotions.

      Red liquid surrounds the bite but not one ounce of pain comes from it. He pulls down his pants once again revealing his bulge he kept hidden most of the time. Innocence lost, if it was even ever there.

     Next, my pants were the one to disappear under his gain of course. We both were there in the time and presence of each other completely vulnerable and there was no turning back from it now.

      "You're an angel, baby." He whispers so lightly I can barely hear him. 

      He peers down at me with this look in his eyes I knew oh so well. I nod my head giving him the green light as he hesitates at first but eventually his fingers hook around the band of the only article of clothing left on my body before pulling them down.