PETE'S EYES PEAKED open as the sun shone on his face. next to him was the love of his life, y/n. she was still asleep, with her hair messily sitting on her head and a bit of drool in the corner of her lips, but pete still thought she looked as gorgeous as ever.something was off, however. looking down, pete groaned in annoyance at the hard-on he had.
always around her, he thought. it always has to happen when i'm around her.
turning over on the bed, pete sighs fiddling with the material of his boxers. suddenly, you turned over to cuddle into his side. he only got real nervous when you threw your leg over his lap and brushed his length with your thigh.
he muffled his groan with his pillow, bringing his hand up to rub gentle circles on your back despite the throbbing of his member.
maybe doing this will take my mind off of it, pete nodded to himself. but it doesn't help that she rubbed up on me. i think i got harder when she did that, to be honest.
"hmmm," she hummed, opening her eyes. "good morning, pete."
y/n kissed his cheek gently before stroking his chest with her soft fingers. pete prayed and prayed that she didn't see his boner. it's not like she hadn't seen it before, but it was embarrassing for pete to wake up next to a beautiful girl and immediately make it seem like he's trying to shove his dick in her face (which he's not).
"what are you thinking about?" she whispered, laying her chin on his chest and smiling cheekily.
"w-what? oh, nothing." he blushed, looking anywhere but her eyes.
"liar. come on! just tell me what's going on in that dumb brain of yours." y/n teased poking his nose.
"nothing! i'm not lying!" pete scoffed, watching as y/n sat up with nothing but the thin white sheets covering her bare chest.
"fine." she thinned her eyes at him. "wanna go take a shower?"
"uh, can you give me a minute?" he asked, tilting his head pleadingly.
"if you tell me what's wrong." she said, mocking his actions and tilting her head as well.
"i have a boner." he blurted, covering his eyes with his hand.
"oh!" y/n looked back to see his hard-on standing proudly. "why didn't you just tell me? i would've done something."
"i was embarrassed." he mumbled, playing with his fingers. "and uncomfortable."
"well... do you want me to do something?" she smirked, beginning to prop herself closer to his length.
"uh, y-you don't ha-have to unle-" pete started.
"pete. do you want me to do something or leave you to jack off in here while i shower?" she eyed him, sneakily letting her hand travel from his chest to his boxers.
"yes, please." he breathed out.
"please... what?" she smiled.
"oh, you cheeky mother fucker."