(A/N):

Description: Pete was your babysitter when you were younger. And now, eleven years later, you two meet again.

If you only want to read the smut, then skip to after the "■■■■"

Warning: There is an age gap, eleven years to be exact. Nothing happens when they're younger, only when they're 24/35. So don't worry lol

Word Count: 2775

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"(Y/N), come downstairs. I want you to meet somebody." My mom called from the bottom of the stairs. I sighed and locked my iPod before walking out of my room and down the stairs.

I walked into the living room, seeing my mom, dad, and some emo looking guy sitting on the couch. The guy gave me a smile, showing off his white teeth.

I have him a small one back before turning to my parents, my eyebrow raised. "(Y/N), this is Pete. He'll be babysitting you while your mother and I go out." My dad spoke up.

My jaw dropped. "A babysitter? Are you freaking kidding me?" I asked in disbelief, feeling my anger rise up in me as I crossed my arms. "I'm old enough to stay home alone."

"Honey, you're only twelve." My mom sighed. "Now, this is Pete. He need a little extra money for college, so he'll be watching you from now o-" before she could finish I stomped up the stairs, my anger increasing.

I can't believe they got my a damn babysitter. I'm old enough to watch myself. I slammed my bedroom door shut and jumped onto my bed, pulling out my iPod and texting my best friend.

To: Riley Boo 😋
My parents got me a frickin babysitter :-(

From: Riley Boo 😋
That sucks, but is it a boy or a girl? And are they cute??

To: Riley Boo 😋
It's some college guy. I guess he's pretty cute, he was wearing guyliner though

From: Riley Boo 😋
He sounds really hot ;)

I rolled my eyes and sent Riley a text, just as I got a knock on my bedroom door. I sat up, telling the person the could come in.

Pete walked in, giving me a small wave as he sat down on my desk chair. "Well, I'm Pete." He chuckled lightly. "I'm (Y/N)." I mumbled back, playing with my fingers.

"So, what kind of stuff do you like to do?" He asked, looking around my room. His eyes scanned the posters on my walls, smiling when he saw my AC/DC poster.

"I don't really know, I like listening to music and playing video games. That's about it." I shrugged, now taking the time to look at him.

Pete had black hair that was in a fringe on his forehead. He had dark black guyliner around his dark brown eyes. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt, a white sweater, and some black skinny jeans.

"What kind of video games?" He asked, his focus now on me. I looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up for some reason. "My brother, Andy, gave me his old CoD games when he left for college." I told him.

"Andy? Like Andy Hurley?" Pete asked with furrowed eyebrows. I looked at him with a confused look, before slowly nodding my head. "Oh wow, he my best friends dorm mate." He chuckled.

"Anyway, do you wanna go play some CoD?" Pete asked, getting up. I nodded before following out of my room and down the stairs to the living room.

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"Oh my god, how do you keep winning?" Pete groaned, throwing his controller onto the couch. I let out a Loud laugh, "I guess I'm just really good." I smirked back.

Pete opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the front door opening. My parents walked in a couple seconds later.

"Looks like you two had fun." My mom chuckled, looking at the controllers and pizza box on the coffee table. "Yeah, we did." I grinned, looking at Pete who had a big smile too.

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One Year Later

"Hey Pete," I smiled as he walked through the front door. "Hey loser," he winked before flopping onto the couch. "So, what's new?" I asked, hiding the colourful bag behind my back.

"Nothing exciting," Pete shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. "Are you sure?" I asked, trying to hide my huge grin. Pete looked up at me, a suspicious look on his face. 

I couldn't hold it in any longer, I jumped onto of him before pulling out the bag. "Happy birthday!" I yelled, shoving the bag into Pete's hands. "Ugh don't remind me that I'm so old. But thank you." Pete chuckled, taking the bag. "You're only twenty-four." I giggled.

Pete smiled as he opened the bag, pulling out a Guns N' Roses sweater. "Thank you so much, hon." Pete pulled me in for a tight hug, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist.

"You're welcome," I mumbled into the crook of his neck. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, but was only a couple minutes.

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Three Months Later

"I can't believe you're moving." I muttered. Staring at the ground so that Pete wouldn't see my tear stained face. "I'll be back one day," Pete said quietly, as if he wasn't sure.

Pete had gotten a new job in L.A. when he graduated college a month ago. So he couldn't babysit me any longer. Not that I needed one, I just really enjoyed his company.

"Do you promise?" I asked, finally looking up at Pete as tears started to fall down my cheeks. "I promise, bug." Pete smiled sadly, giving me a tight hug.

After a solid minute he let go. Pete turned to my parents, giving them each a hug before turning to walk out the front door. I ran up to my room, slamming my door shut and just bursting into tears as I crawled under my covers.

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Eleven Years Later

I walked down the busy Chicago street, dodging countless people as I made my way to the small cafe I work at. After finally passing a group of girls I made it to work with seconds to spare.

"Hey, (Y/N)." My co-worker, and best friend, said as I walked into the back room and put on my apron. "Hey Riles," I smiled back before walking to the front of the store.

We only had a few customers in the shop. A middle aged man doing work on his laptop in the corner, and a teenage couple on a study date by the big window.

"It's not that busy today," Riley said, leaning against the counter, a half eaten blueberry muffin in her hand. "Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen this little people here."

As I said this the sound of a bell ringing was heard, indicating someone came into the cafe. I looked up at the door, my jaw dropping when I saw who it was.

Pete. After all these years he still looked the same. Except that his hair was now much shorter, and it was a light blonde. And he didn't wear guyliner anymore.

He walked up to the counter, still not noticing it was me. "Hi, can I have a medium, black coffee?" He asked, looking up at me. His eyes widened as he recognized me.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, a smile starting to form in his lips. I nodded my head, letting out a chuckle. "The one and only,"

"Wow, you- you look amazing." He breathes, taking in every detail of my face and body. "You do too," I smiled, still. It believing he was actually in front of me.

"Do you want to get a coffee or something? Like when you're not working or something?" Pete asked almost as if he was shy. "I could take my break now, and we could go sit somewhere over there." I suggested, motioning to the multiple tables.

"Sounds great." He smiled. I smiled back before quickly making our coffees. I handed Pete his before I made my way to the back room, where my boss was sitting with Riley.

"Do you think I could take my break now?" I asked, practically begging her. "Why?" You started like ten minutes ago." She chuckled. "My old friend is here, I haven't seen him in eleven years."

Riley peeked out of the room, seeing Pete sitting at a table. "No fucking way, isn't that your old babysitter?" She asked with a laugh. I nodded sheepishly. "Then go, I'll cover for you. Just take the day off." Riley grinned.

I gave her a big hug before turning to our boss, Ellen. She sighed and swatted me away with a laugh, "Go get him, tiger." I thanked both of them before pulling off my apron and hurrying over to Pete.

"I got the day off." I grinned, sitting down across from him. "Great, we can spend the day together." Pete smiled, making me blush.

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It was now almost seven p.m. and Pete and I were still sitting in the cafe, just talking about everything and anything. We were currently on the topic of my crazy ex boyfriend.

"So wait, he actually tried o break into your house with a fork?" Pete asked between laughs. "Yeah, he also had a butter knife when the police found him." I laughed, feeling tears escaping my eyes.

"So, are you dating anyone right now?" Pete asked once our laughter died down. "Nope, you?" Pete shook his head. "Sad right? I'm thirty-five and single." Pete sighed.

"At least you're not a twenty-three year virgin." I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Pete looked up at me, eyes wide. "Really?" I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Why don't we go back to your place." Pete suggested, his eyes going dark. I bit my lip, thinking it over before finally replying. "Let's go."

Once Pete and I made it back to my place he pinned me against the door as I closed it. He pushed our foreheads together, causing our lips to graze.

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"Gonna make you feel so good tonight," Pete growled before pressing our lips together. They moved in perfect sync, like they were made for each other.

After a couple minutes I pulled away for air. "Let's take this to my room," I said breathlessly, taking his hand and dragging him to my room.

I pushed him into my bed before straddling him. Pete hungrily attached our lips again, his hands sliding down to cup my ass.

He squeezed, causing me to moan into his mouth. I pulled the hem of Pete's shirt, indicating that I wanted it off. Pete pulled away for a moment to pull his shirt off, along with mine.

Pete flipped us over, so that now he was on top. He peppered kisses from my shoulders to my collarbones to my stomach, before finally stopping at the waistband of my skirt.

He pulled my skirt down, leaving me in my pink panties. He kissed the thin, wet material, earning a moan out of me. "So sensitive," Pete chuckled.

He leaned up to give me a kiss before reaching behind me to unhook my bra. Once that was off Pete attached his lips to my nipple, his index finger and thumb massaging the other.

I ran my hands through his short blonde hair, pulling it as he swirled his tongue around my nipple. "Fuck, Pete." I moaned, throwing my head back.

Pete pulled away from me and leaned down to my soaking panties again. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, slowly pulling them down before throwing them onto the floor.

Pete pressed hot kisses along my inner thighs before stopping at my heat. He pressed a quick kiss to my clit before licking a stripe along my folds. Clearly teasing me.

"Pete, please do something," I begged, fisting the sheets. Pete's chuckled as he circled his index finger around my hole before slowly pushing in.

Pete pumped his finger, his tongue circling my clit. I let out a loud moan as my hands found themselves in Pete's hair once again.

Pete added two more fingers, filling me up. He curled them, hitting my G-spot. "R-right there," I whimpered, bucking my hips to meet his fingers.

"F-fuck, I'm close ," I moaned, feeling my stomach start to clench. Pete sped up his movements before I came all over his fingers.

He pulled them out of me before sucking on them as I watched with wide eyes. "Tastes good," he winked, leaning down to kiss me so that I could taste myself.

"My turn," he spoke, standing up an pulling off his pants and boxers. I got off of my bed and dropped to my knees in front of him.

Pete grabbed his hard length, guiding it to my mouth. "Stick your tongue out, beautiful." He instructed. I did as told, sticking my tongue out.

Pete slapped his cöck on my tongue a few times before rubbing it against it. He bit his lip, trying to hold back moans but failing.

I wrapped my hand around his base, pumping it as I took his tip into my mouth. He teased me, so I'll return the favour.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, tasting the precum that leaked out of him. Pete let out a huff as he tried thrusting into my mouth, but I pulled back, only keeping his tip in my mouth.

"Fuck baby, I need you." Pete grunted, a frown on his face. I finally gave in and pushed myself down on him, his tip now hitting the back of my throat.

I gagged around him but kept going until my nose touched his tattoo. Pete fisted my hair, pulling it as he let loud moans escape his lips.

"You're so fucking good at this," Pete panted, leaning down to look at me. I pulled off of him with a pop, a thin string of saliva connecting us.

Pete let out a quiet whine from the loss of contact but helped me to my feet before pushing me onto the bed.

He leaned off of the bed and grabbed his jeans, pulling out his wallet, and then a condom out of that. "You never know when you're about to fuck the girl you use to babysit." He chuckled.

I took the condom from him, ripping it open with my teeth before rolling the latex onto his cöck.

Pete positioned himself at my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him as close as possible. "Ready?" He asked, looking up at me.

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding my head. Pete pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before slowly pushing in.

I clenched my eyes shut, feeling slight pain. Pete bottomed out, stopping for a few seconds to let me adjust to his size.

"Okay, move." I whispered. Pete did as told and started to thrust into me. Long, slow thrusts. I let out a moan as he hit my g-spot, causing pleasure to shoot through me.

Pete pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, making the headboard slam against the wall. "Oh god yes," I whined, taking my nails down his back.

Pete hissed from the pain but kept going, the headboard hitting the wall over and over and over. Probably leaving a dent.

Pete finally pulled out, earning a pout from me. "What are you doing?" I asked as he picked up his pants and pulled out his belt.

Instead of replying to me Pete told me to get on my hands and knees. I reluctantly did as told, wondering what he was doing.

Pete pushed my legs together before wrapping the cold leather around my thighs and closing it. I turned to look at him, a confused look on my face.

"I want you to feel every inch of me as I fuck you." He smirked, giving my ass a smack. I bit back a moan as I turned back around.

Without warning Pete pushed back into me. I let out a gasp, which soon turned into a moan as Pete continued pounding into me.

"So fucking tight," Pete grunted, beads of sweat starting to roll down his forehead. He quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand before putting his hands back on my bum, his fingers digging into the soft skin.

"I'm close," I whimpered, digging my face into the sheets. "Me too, baby." Pete moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

With a few more thrusts I came around Pete. He came after one more thrust, filling up the condom with his liquids. "Fuck," he mumbled, pulling out.

He took off the condom, tying it and throwing it into the trash next to my bed. I got under the covers, Pete getting beside me.

"Let me take you on a date tomorrow," Pete said quietly, pressing a kiss to my temple as I cuddled into his chest. "I'd like that."