Chapter 2 (short fluffy chapter)
I wake up to see Pete leaning over me taking my picture and smiling.
“What are you doing?” slightly annoyed rumpling the sheets over me.
“You looked so cute, I thought Instagram would enjoy your cute sleepy baby face.” He gushed.
I frown. I don’t take very good pictures unless I take them myself so genuinely I am flustered.
“Let me see it!” I tackle him to get to his phone. He looks surprised and I’m now straddling him trying to get a peek.
“If it is unflattering Peter Wentz, I swear to God!” I groan.
“Whoa whoa, you calm down!” and in an instant he has turned the tables and is now on top of me holding my wrists down, our hips grinding together. He is the stronger out of the two of us so I knew it was only a matter of time before he would assert his dominance on me. I feel slightly aroused by it, but push it to the back of my mind and start to bite his wrists because they are the only thing within mouth distance that I can get ahold of.
He laughs. “You of all people Patrick should know that biting doesn’t do anything in the means of stopping me.” He moved in closer, our noses almost brushing. “Unless you are trying to turn me on.” He whispers and I see that mischievous smile I am so familiar with. He tilts my head to the side and I can feel his breath on my neck and I shudder and brace myself for his bite.
He bites me hard. I groan and whimper underneath him. His bites always hurt and leave god awful marks. When he is done he admires his handiwork which I can only imagine is a big bruise on my neck.
He gets off me, and I just lay there still, a little frozen. He hands me his phone.
“If you had just asked nicely Trick, I would have showed you.” He looks at me for approval.
I look at the picture and smile. I do look pretty good, and the comments are sky rocketing about how cute I look, but I think what makes me smile the most is the caption his chose.
My bby, Patrick.
