Pete Davidson Imagines (hiatus)

Secret Relationship

A/N #1: Hey guys! So this idea came from a dream I had when I was drugged up on Benadryl due to my bad allergies. I had to fill some holes so some of it may be made up, I will post the story of the actual dream in my next part.

Warning: Does include suggestive material, if it makes you uncomfy then click off this story!

The bright sun illuminated my room, which blinded my sight. Groaning, I arose from my bed and walked over to my bathroom, preparing myself for the day ahead of me. Once I completed my routine, I descended down my stairs and saw my parents sitting at the dining room table, conversing with one another. I sat in a chair across from my mom and stepfather, waiting for them to be aware of my presence.

"Morning honey," my mother said warmly.

My stepfather just glanced at me, not really interested in my presence whatsoever. We sat there, in complete silence until I felt my phone buzz. My parents looked at me with confused eyes, wondering who could be texting at this hour. I looked down at my phone to see a text which was sent by my secret boyfriend, Pete Davidson.

"It's just grandma," I said.

I was quivering in fear, hoping my parents didn't see through my fake smile. I really wanted to see my wonderful boyfriend and hopefully engage in sexual intercourse with him (I didn't know how to explain it and sound professional while writing this, I am so sorry). We have been talking about it, and now I feel like I am ready. Unfortunately, I am really insecure of my body and was scared that Pete was going to judge me. I really want to have intercourse, but I am really scared too.

"What did Grandma say?" My mom questioned.

"She wanted me to come over, is that okay?" I answered with another question.

"Why did she just text you and not ask us?" My stepfather angrily questioned. "That woman is nothing but a nuisance, this is why men run the world,"

I live in a terrible society where women were nothing but auction items. Once a woman was of age, she is put through an auction where men are able to bet on their "ideal" wife. 80% of the time, they just beat them to a pulp. Luckily, my stepfather spares the rod on my mother because he isn't an abuser, he's just purely a dick.

My eyes widened in horror while being shocked at his vulgar tone. If anything, men are fucking up this world, with their greediness and ignorance.

"So women can't lead?" I said in a venomous tone.

My stepfather shot me a glance with fire in his eyes, almost as if he wanted to charge towards me and rip me into shreds in the process. He simply chuckled evilly, before moving his eyes off of my presence to look outside our glass door.

"Yeah that's fine, just be home at a decent time please," My mother said.

"I will momma, I love you," I said.