Sober up
Peeta Mellark x f!reader
Summary; You and Peeta are enemies, but the golden boy get's a little too drunk at a celebration dinner; causing him to drunkenly confess his feelings for the reader. Long story short; Things get heated.
Warnings; smut, elevator sex, some light Dom/sub actions
Minors DNI
You had attended a dinner party that the Capitol had put together for the contestants before the games. You weren't one to party too much, and now especially since you had to keep your eyes open for any distractions.
Since you and Peeta had met, you didn't really get along. It seemed he acted like he was better than you, always trying to one up you. So from the get go, you weren't fond of him. Well, his attitude at least.
During this party, he had been drinking his ass off, you didn't know why, maybe to get rid of the stress.
You stared as Peeta downed at least two shots, along with some other people. Your eyes couldn't help but linger at how his Adams apple bobbed, how his face scrunched slightly as the bitter liquor entered his system.
As if on cue, his head turned your way. Probably from the lingering of your staring. You turned away. You sighed- 'I think it's time to leave.'
As you made your way out of the ladies room towards the elevators, you spot Peeta. The golden boy, drunkenly stumbling his way towards the elevator. He bumped into the wall, groaning at the sudden impact. But also pushing both buttons, summoning the elevator.
You laugh to yourself, striding towards the man. "Peeta, are you alright?" you questioned, your hand coming up to caress his strong bicep.
He looks at you like you've just sided with President snow, with furrowed brows. he suddenly pulls his arm back. "Y/n, leave."
You smile a little, of course he wanted to handle this on his own. You didn't mind, you needed entertainment tonight to get your mind off the games anyways.
The elevator dinged, signaling it was ready. Your face contorted to an upset one, faking a worried voice "Just get in the elevator, ill help you into your room yeah?"
His face still looked confused as you pushed him into the elevator, sighing as he leaned onto the nearest wall to compose himself a little.
"why are you even here?" He suddenly asked. you turned to look at him. God he looked good.
"I'm worried about you, that's all." there was a breath "But I know you’ll hate me tomorrow." you shrugged, turning to him. The bastard was checking you out.
"Uh.. yeah, I don't hate you Y/n." Your attention was fully on him now, what does he mean?
"I.. I just hate the way you make me feel."
You let out a breathy laugh, looking down before glancing at him once more. He seemed nervous. Maybe he wasn't playing around.
"Sober up Peeta, then tell me that." You smiled but you still felt uneasy. The elevator, once again, dinged. You were getting ready to walk out before Peeta lunged towards the panel and pressed the emergency stop button.
"what the hell are you doing?1" You question stepping forward, before you can do anything else he grabbed your jaw and kissed you.
You sighed into him, dropping your purse and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I need you, Y/n." He grunted, pushing your body against the elevator wall. "I need you now."
You stared into his eyes, pupils dilated from alcohol and lust. Was this really happening? Did Peeta Mellark actually have you pinned against an elevator wall?
"Are you sure?.. You're not fully stable right now.." You muttered, your lips grazing his in between words.
"Ive been sure since the day I met you." he mumbled, hands gripping onto your hips. You lunge forward to intwine your lips in his, both of you sighing into the kiss.
The kiss was passionate, teeth clashing and lip biting, fighting for dominance. You bit onto his lower lip, making him groan, the sound flowing straight to your soaking panties.
Your hands roamed into his neatly done hair, messing it up. He moaned sweetly, your hands gripping his hair as he picked you up. Your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His strong hands roamed your waist, one comjng up to wrap around your neck squeezing slightly. You whined into his mouth, the pressure his hand was forcing made the wait more agonizing.
“What princess?” He smirked into the kiss, his bruised lips coming down to leave wet kisses on your jaw and your neck.
“I need ..” your sentence was cut off by a moan; Peeta’s hand began messing with the edge of your cotton panties. His other hand, still placed nicely onto your throat, squeezed harder. “What do you need baby?”
“I need you.. please Peeta.” You whined into his ear, your head resting between his neck and shoulder. His hand crept into your underwear, causing you to gasp. His breathing became heavier; your mouth latching onto his neck, leaving wet kisses.
“God.. you’re so wet y/n.”
“All for me huh?”
Your nodded, whining, your hips stuttering at his touch. Peeta’s hand shifts, finding your wet folds. His finger rubs the bundle of nerves slowly; you moan loudly, tugging at his hair. He grunts, his hips bucking. The friction makes you moan, along with his fingers circling your core. He suddenly takes his hand away, moving to unwrap himself from you. You immediately move to unbuckle his belt, your hands quivering.
“Someone’s needy.” He teases, his eyes half lidded. You pull his pants down along with his boxers. His hands come under you thighs once more, shifting you so your level with his dick. You give a second take, seeing it hard and out, sprung up against his dress shirt. Your mouth waters at the sight.
“Don’t worry honey, it’s all yours.” He mutters, you hum as you grab his cock, spit on it and start to move your wrist up and down. A throaty moan escapes him, your name sweetly following.
Peeta then grabs his cock and adjusts you both so he can comfortably place it against your folds. The feeling is euphoric, it’s not even in and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders.
Peeta slowly pushes in, both of you groaning at the sensation. “Oh my god..” you moan, your mouth coming agape. “Aaahh” he whines, bottoming out once fully inside your tight pussy.
“You’re so tight y/n.. god jus-… just like that.” The boy stuttered, his hips slowly moving until only the tip is in, then snaps back into you.
Pornographic moans escape your throat as his hips snap against yours at a lively pace, your nails scratching at his scalp just right.
“Mmm.. you’re such a good girl for me y/n..” he groaned into you, his hand coming up to grab your jaw again and kiss you. Your lips connecting and disconnecting because of the fast pace Peeta’s going at. His hand coming down to find your clit, rubbing it to assure you more pleasure. You whine into his mouth, letting his tongue enter your own. His tongue dances with yours in an act of dominance, and you feel your climax coming close.
“Peet..Peeta! I’m close..” you exclaim into his neck, your mouth coming agape once again.
“It’s okay.. I got you.”
“Come for me baby.”
The faster he went, the more the knot in your stomach grew. The sound of only skin against skin was heard in the cold space of the elevator. Goosebumps scattered across your skin as you felt it coming close, your hand moving to hold Peeta’s face as you kissed him once again. The knot in your stomach bursting as you moaned into his mouth. His pace became sloppy, your liquids dripping down his thighs. That was his last straw as Peeta came with a deep groan of your name, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Ecstatic breathing was heard for a minute. Your sweaty bodies heaving as he placed you down slowly. You whine as he removes his cock from your tired, sore pussy. A lonely feeling consuming you.
Your knees wobble, and I guess he notices because he snickers. You roll your eyes and smack his shoulder. “Shut up.”
Your move down to pick up your heels and purse, placing them securely into your hands. You watch as the man who just scrambled your insides buttons his shirt back up and buckles his belt. His hands which were once inside you, fixing his beautiful chaotic hair. You sigh “did you mean it?”
Peeta turned to look at your slumped figure, but hopeful eyes. “Mean what?” He stepped a little closer.
“Mean what you said? About how I made you feel?” Your bottom lip tucks itself in between your teeth in anticipation. Peeta comes close to your figure and places his hand on your shoulders, his head coming down to place a light kiss onto your pink, torn, lips.
“Of course I meant it y/n.”
You smile, a warmth consuming your chest. But then it drops.
“but.. what about the games?” Your hands rest against his toned stomach.
“Well figure it out. All I know is your mine, and always will be.” He assures, his toothy grin beaming at you. Your arms wrap around his waist as you rest your head on his chest. Sighing into him.
Peeta Mellark.
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A/n: I don’t feel very confident about the ending of this writing but I’ll make up for it next post, thanks for reading! likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated!!💞💞