“He cheated on me,” she said, voice flat, staring at the ceiling. “In St. Tropez. Some French chick he met at that club.”
Rafe’s jaw tightened, his beer pausing halfway to his mouth. Her boyfriend, ex now, he guessed, was a dick anyway, but this?
“Fuck him,” he said, setting the bottle down hard. “You’re too good for that asshole.”
She laughed, bitter, then looked at him, eyes glinting with something dangerous.
“Liar.”
But it sounded like she was daring him, and that was all it took. Rafe was on her in a heartbeat, pinning her to the couch, his lips crashing into hers, no holding back. She kissed him back just as hard, hands yanking at his shirt, manicured nails scraping his skin. The tension from weeks of teasing in St. Tropez snapped like a rubber band, and they were tearing at each other’s clothes, her shorts hitting the floor, his jeans following.
He shoved her thighs apart, dropping between them without a word.
“He never did this right, did he?” Rafe growled, remembering a drunk confession she’d made months ago: how her ex barely went down. Rafe wasn’t that guy. He spread her open, her pink pussy already wet, and dove in—tongue flat and slow, licking up her slit, tasting her like he’d been starving for it. She gasped, hips bucking, fingers twisting in his hair.
“Fuck—Rafe—”
He sucked her clit hard, flicking it with his tongue, then buried his face deeper, lapping at her like a man possessed, her juices coating his chin.
“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbled against her, thrusting his tongue inside, making her moan loud and desperate.
She came fast, thighs clamping around his head, shuddering as he licked her through it, not stopping until she was a trembling mess. He pulled back, wiping his mouth with a smirk, climbing up to kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“That’s how it’s done,” he said, shoving his boxers down. His cock sprang free, and her eyes darkened with want. An hunger that she had been holding back.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, spreading her legs wider, and Rafe didn’t need to be told twice. He lined up and slammed into her, one brutal thrust that buried him balls-deep, her pussy tight and hot around him. She cried out, nails raking his back, and he set a punishing pace, the couch creaking under them.
“Gonna fuck you so good he’ll feel it,” he growled, grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard before ducking down to suck one into his mouth. He bit the nipple, tongue swirling, then switched to the other, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “These are mine now—been dreaming about them.”
Her moans were loud, egging him on as he pounded into her, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.
“You’re so—fucking—big,” she gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a fuckin’ champ—so tight, so wet for me. He never fucked you like this, did he?” He grinned and she shook her head, breathless, a sign that made him thrust harder, like he was getting revenge. Fuck that dickhead Jack. He thought.
The door banged open mid-thrust, and her ex stormed in—Jake, red-faced and wide-eyed, keys dangling in his hand like he’d planned some grand apology. He froze, staring at them: Rafe balls-deep in his girl, her legs spread, tits bouncing as he fucked her senseless. Rafe didn’t stop, didn’t even flinch. He kept going, hips snapping forward, her pussy clenching around him as she moaned louder, caught in the heat of it.
“Look at this, huh,” Rafe called out, voice dripping with venom. He grabbed her jaw, tilting her head toward Jake, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look how I’m fuckin’ her good—better than you ever did, you piece of shit.”
Jake’s mouth opened, but no words came out, his face twisting with rage and humiliation. Rafe smirked, slamming into her harder, making her cry out, her eyes locked on her ex as Rafe railed her.
“She’s mine now—so, watch her take a real man cock.”
He shifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wider, and went deeper, his cock hitting spots that had her screaming.
“Oh, fuck—Rafe—yes—” she chanted, too far gone to care who was watching. Rafe’s hands gripped her thighs, his pace brutal, filthy words spilling out.
“Gonna fill this pussy up—make it mine. He’s never getting you back after this.” Jake stood there, rooted, as Rafe sucked her tit again, biting down, then licked a stripe up her neck, owning every inch of her.
Her pussy tightened, her second orgasm crashing through her, and Rafe felt it, her walls pulsing, milking him.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock,” he groaned, thrusting through it, his own edge hitting fast. He didn’t pull out—fuck that. He buried himself deep, groaning loud as he came, pumping her full of his cum, hot spurts flooding her, so much it started leaking out around his cock even before he finished. “Fuck, take it all,” he rasped, hips jerking as he emptied inside her.
He pulled out slow, her pussy a mess, pink, swollen, dripping with his load, creamy white streaking down her thighs. Rafe glanced at Jake, still frozen in the doorway, and smirked, spreading her open with his fingers so her ex could see his masterpiece.
“Look at that—filled her up, fucked her right. You’re done, champ.”
She lay there, panting, fucked-out and glowing, a smug little smile on her lips as she caught her breath.
Jake’s fists clenched, his face purple with fury, but he didn’t move... just stood there, watching his ex get claimed in a way he’d never come close to. Rafe leaned back, cocky as hell, wiping sweat from his brow.
“Get the fuck out,” he said, voice cold, and Jake finally turned, slamming the door behind him. She laughed, pulling Rafe down for a kiss.
“You’re an asshole,” she murmured, but her eyes said she loved it—and he wasn’t done with her yet.
Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.
A/n: Hi!! It's been sooo long! I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, I didn't check it this time. Enjoyyy! 💜
Did you really just sleep with Peter Parker? Your arch nemesis? Yeah. But you can’t deny that he looks so cute, softly snoring. Is that such a huge mistake?
Definitely. What the hell were you thinking? You hate his guts, and he hates yours. He didn’t mean any of that shit he said to you last night. You two were just in the moment. That's it. Two adults that slept with each other. Does he think that too? Was it meaningless? You really can’t tell. It’s just driving you crazy, having all these thoughts running through your head, and he is sleeping so pretty, without a care in the world. You can fix that.
“Get up.” You throw a pillow on his face and he catches it mid air. Well… Does the ground count as mid air?
“God you were so nice last night, forgot how bitchy you can really be.” He mumbles against your pillow.
“Yea, great night. Whatever. Had better.” He smirks.
“Great night, huh? It meant that much to you?” Peter sits on your bed, rubbing his eyes just like he did when you two were kids. Carelessly and with a big yawl after.
“Just shush. We should have recorded this…” Peter laughs.
“Oh my God! You are so obsessed with me.” He smiles.
“For the bet we made, dumbass! They wanted something like my moans or some shit. Now we need to reenact it.” You see Peter smirking. “Absolutely not like that. More like in Easy A.” Peter nods. You loved that movie when you were a teen.
“Fine.” Peter gets up heading to your bathroom and coming back smelling like your very expensive body wash after 5 minutes.
“YOU DID NOT.” He knew exactly what was yours and what was your roommate’s.
“Oh I did.” He attempts to hair flip. “Thanks for the shampoo!” He proceeds to sit on your bed with a wet towel around his waist.
“PETER GET OUT OF MY BED.” He smiles, not moving from your bed at all. In fact, he just grabbed his phone to check and there are a lot of messages from his ‘friend group’.
All of them are talking about that they heard from someone, that they heard from someone else, that he left the party with you. God he hates every single one of them.
“Do you wanna call the bet off?” You snort at what he says. “What? Are you scared?” Peter rolls his eyes. “Now get OUT OF BED.”
“Fine!” He giggles at something on his phone, and you don’t know why but it pissed you off so much.
“Can’t you leave already?” He scoffs.
“Oh please, stop lying. We both know you want a piece of this again.” You stare at him before you burst out laughing making him feel self conscious. “Fuck you! That was mean.”
You nod. “I am mean. And we need to win this bet. I wanna buy a new bed.” He nods.
“Yours look good. What’s wrong with it?”
“You were on it.” He gasps.
“So what? You are gonna burn it or some shit?’’ You scoff.
“No! But the sheets, yes I will.” He laughs, coming closer to you.
“You can lie how much you want, but we both know you don’t regret last night. Neither do I. So let’s just be grown ups, which I know is extremely hard for you, and admit we had great sex last night and that was it. It doesn’t have to be a big thing, just casual. And you know…’’ He reaches out for your hand. “It could happen again if you wanted to.” You stare at him, getting a bit lost for words. How the fuck do you respond to that? And he was right! Sex was great. But that’s Peter we’re talking about!
As you ponder on what and how you should answer to Peter, your roommate bursts the door open. Thankfully, Peter is putting his clothes on.
“OMG! Sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over! You didn’t text me! Wait, is that…”She rudely points to Peter.
“Yes and he was just leaving.’” Peter gives your friend a half smile and finishes getting his stuff.
“Alrighty then… Bye Y/n.’’ He curses out himself for saying alrighty as he closes the door.
Back in your dorm, your friend is smirking at you.
“You dirty little b-”
“I didn't plan it! It just happened, and- Well, yea.” She nods, waiting to hear more about it but you’re saving the details for yourself, it seems. No one can know that Peter fucked you that good.
“And?” She sits on her bed waiting for more.
“And it was just sex! Nothing special, so don’t get your panties in a twist!’’ You can’t help but blush as you recall what happened the night before. She keeps smirking, knowing you’re about to blurt out everything. You take a deep breath before admitting what you’ve been dreading. “He’s so…goodinbed” She gasps.
“Now was that hard to admit? Did you come?’’ You nod. You two had a very open relationship about everything.
“God why was it so good?’’ Your friend rolls her eyes at your question.
“Because you two are both young and attractive people who happen to have an unresolved past and will later on fall in love?” You laugh.
“Oh please, we don’t hate ourselves that much.” She smiles with a knowing look.
“You two are already a ‘we’!” You hit her with your pillow.
And outside of your dorm , Peter doesn’t know what to do with what he just heard.
Hi! I can't believe I'm finally writing the next chapter of Lost in Translation!! I'm currently taking my time, because my wrists have been hurting for a while haha. If you're still here, thank you so much! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🎀🎀
Congrats on 10k! Could you write drunk reader after a night out with her friends getting picked up by Tom and she's like: "we should get married right? I'd like to be mrs. Tom! And you could be Mr. Me!!!" 💐
thank you anon! currently sobbing i miss tom
10k celebration
you were currently slurring your words in the passenger seat of tom’s audi. you had called him while at the bar with your friends, rambling about how you had too much to drink and you had missed him.
so, naturally, he grabbed his keys off the hooks and slipped on the first pair of shoes he could find to come get you.
he was smiling in the drivers seat, amused as he listened to you, “oh! you know what we should do, baby?”
he grinned, humming back at you for you continue. you went to speak, a hiccup coming out before you carried on with your sentence, “let’s get married.”
he raised an eyebrow at you, “you wanna get married?”
you nodded, another hiccup following as he asked another question, “like right now?”
“yeah, i mean,” you said, “ive always thought it’d be nice to be mrs. tom holland.”
he laughed, “‘mrs. tom holland?’”
you nodded, “yeah! and you can be mr. y/n y/l/n!”
another giggle left his lips as a hiccup left yours at the same time. he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to your his lips and pressing a soft kiss on the skin of the back of your hand.
“whatever you, want, baby,” he smiled, “i’m all yours.”
Hey!! :) I'm really happy with Speak Now being here again omg, so I was thinking about writing a little blurb for some of my favorite songs!! What do you guys think?
Can't believe I hit a 100 just now! 🥺 Thank you so much for all of your support! I'm beyond grateful for having a 100 people that enjoy my work here! 💖💖💖 So as I promised, here's a little face reveal!!!!
Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Well... how do I put this... SMUT!!!! LIKE A LOT OF IT!!!! PLS IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING DO NOT READ IT! But if it is have fun! :)
And reblog please!!!!!
Prologue 1 2 3 4
‘’Alright, Lionel Richie.’’ You say giggling as Peter tickles your sides.
‘’Well, you know what? Just for that, I won’t be pulling out tonight!’’
‘’Pffft please, not even you believe in that.’’ Peter gasps and throws a pillow at you.
‘’HEY! You’re right. But still, just pretend I have self respect!’’ He giggles.
‘’Aw sure you do, Pete.’’ You sit up to look at him while playing with his curls. But you notice he gets all quiet. ‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter zones out for a moment.
‘’Mm? Yea yea I am. It’s just… it’s been so long since the last time you called me Pete.’’ He says while looking down and grinning, remembering all of the sweet memories you had together. And just for a moment you think that this might be not just a meaningless one night stand.
‘’Yea I missed that too.’’ He looks up, and smirks. Ready to tease you. ‘’And if you ever tell someone I ever said that, I’ll kill you.’’
‘’Don’t worry.’’ He giggles. ‘’It’s just me and you here.’’ he kisses the palm of your right hand. And suddenly you realize you two just make sense.
‘’Yea… That’s good.’’ Peter is the one to make the first move, hovering above you and making you lay down again, while softly caressing your cheek. ‘’God, if this a dream I’ll be really pissed off at anyone that wakes me up.’’ He giggles, before pulling you for a deep kiss.
‘’Same.’’ You pull on a few of his hair strings, which gets him moaning. You switch with Peter to get on top of him.
‘’Fuck c’mere.’’ He pulls you for another kiss. Wandering hands under your dress, close to where you need him, but not quite there yet. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, unzipping the dress yourself and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Peter groans when he realizes you took your bra off as well.
‘’God why the fuck did we not do this sooner?’’ Peter says while grabbing your ass and switching with you, so that he can be on top again, softly nibbling your skin.
‘’Because we’re very dumb.’’ You scratch his back, tugging on his shirt for him to take it off. He gets the hint, tossing it on the floor and pulling you by your waist for a heated kiss. But you stop him by putting your hands on his chest while sitting , making him stop.
‘’Wait! Are we really doing this?’’
‘’Only if you want to as well, I promise you I won’t be mad if you don’t wanna do this anymore and d-’’ Peter gets cut off by your lips on his in a matter of seconds.
‘’God you’re so cute.’’ You smile at Peter while unbuttoning his pants.
‘’Oh-OH ok so that’s a ‘’yes’’ I presume.’’ He helps you by standing up to untangle the pants from his ankles, throwing it at a random corner in your room.
‘’God, when did you get those thighs??’’ You say while shamelessly thirsting over the same boy you told your friends that could go to hell for all you cared for.
‘’Aw thanks! It was the Jane Fonda workout tutorial, of course. May has those for a while I guess and I-…’’ He bursts out laughing when he sees your confused face. ‘’But to be honest, I guess it was just a lot of workout.‘’ He jumps back on the bed, making you giggle when his hair tickles your belly while he lays there.
‘’But what about you? Are you opening a bakery or something?’’ You look confused at his very random question.
‘’What? Why?’’
‘’I don’t know, just all that cake in the back made me wonder.’’ You laugh so hard that Peter can feel it while laying on your stomach, it makes him grin like a kid at a candy store when he looks up and sees you all happy without a care in the world, and the best, he caused that.
‘’That was good, not gonna lie.’’ You run your fingers through his hair, making Peter look up before going to trail kisses down your belly and going up. He distributes hickeys all over your tits, sucking on them before kissing the sweet spot on your neck, stopping for a bit to finally look at you.
‘’God, you’re so hot.’’ He grabs your left thigh to pull you even closer before capturing your lips again, making you moan in delight.
‘’Mmm fuck, please take these off.’’ You guide his hand to the waistband of your panties.
‘’Only if you keep making that sound for me.’’ He kisses your cheek before pulling your panties down and kissing his way back down. You pull on his hair, eagerly waiting for his lips where you need him the most.
‘’Eager now huh?’’ He smirks before finally giving in and starting with a kiss on your clit. Seeing your reaction to his every touch has to be the best thing ever.
‘’I swear, if you keep teasing like that I’ll clench on your dick so hard you’ll cum in seconds.‘’ You feel him grinning before giving a small kitten lick from your entrance to your clit, letting his tongue flick it for a bit, enjoying you shivering under him.
‘’Fuck, you taste so good. Could easily spend all day eating this pussy.’’ He waits for your reaction to his dirty words, and just as you do he starts sucking on your clit. Who knew the boy who cried when you stumbled on his lego set had such a dirty mouth?
‘’Mmm FUCK, you’re so good Pete.’’ Your words make him suck even harder, making you breathless for a moment. Guess someone has a praise kink.
‘’Mmmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum.’’ You tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to your heat.
‘’Cum for me, baby.’’ Peter doesn’t stop sucking even after your orgasm, making you have to pull on his hair to make him stop with the overstimulation.
‘’Fuck omg.’’ You laugh at the absurdity of this night, who knew you’d end up bringing the boy you’ve hating for years to your bed? And that he would make you cum like that?
‘’That good huh?’’ Peter smirks while looking at your post orgasmic face.
‘’Shut up.’’ You pull for a kiss, making you feel something hard on your thigh.
‘’Well apparently it wasn’t that good just for me.’’ You grab his hard on through his boxers.
‘’Fuck- You make it really hard to not get a boner when you moan my name like that.’’
‘’Stop, just come fuck me please.’’
‘’Yes miss!’’ Peter eagerly pulls his boxers down.
‘’Shit, you’re packed too?’’ You say while capturing Peter’s lips in a long and deep kiss, making your way towards his member and circling your thumb around the head.
‘’Fuck y/n/n, you’re so fucking good at this.’’ He purrs, closing his eyes for a bit.
‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You look at him with your sweet, doe, innocent eyes, and he’s sure that if he doesn’t get inside you in these next few minutes he might burst in your hand.
‘’Next time baby, I promise. Alright? Really need to get inside you.’’ He runs his fingers through your head, and for a moment you two forget that this was supposed to be just a one night stand.
‘’Ok.’’ You smile and give him a peck before laying back to your previous position. Peter is quick to get up, going towards his wallet in his pants and coming back to bed with a condom already on his dick.
‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter caresses your cheek, pulling you deep into the moment with just his eyes. Just for a second, you forget that this is just a meaningless one night stand and that the guy on top of you is not the same boy you met when you moved to that building in queens. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before touching his lips, wanting to savor this moment before you wake up to an empty bed in the morning. Peter is the one closing the space between you two, kissing your forehead before pushing himself inside you.
‘’Fuck, you feel so good.’’ Peter leans and whispers to you before starting thrusting very slowly. Is this some type of punishment? You decide to take matters into your own hands, pulling Peter deep inside you by wrapping your legs around his back. Peter lets out a breathless moan before smirking at you. When he sees how your eyes went darker he starts thrusting hard and fast. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, but Peter shakes his head in disapproval before leaning down to capture your lips so that he can hear your sweet sounds. But that’s not really enough for Peter. He wants all the dorms to know you’re his. Even if it’s just for tonight.
‘’C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that. Are you really not gonna let me hear those pretty sounds?’’ You shake your head no, and hide your face in his neck. Peter then whispers in your ear.
‘’Well, I guess I’m gonna have to make you let out those heavenly little sounds myself.’’ Peter lifts your hips and puts your pillow under. He smirks at you when he sees your eyes widening when you realize what he had in mind. Peter puts your left leg on his shoulder, and thrusts hard on THAT spot. But you keep biting back your moans.
Some knowledge from when you two used to tell each other everything ran through his mind, you used to say it turned you on when guys grabbed your thighs during sexy times. So he does exactly that, pulling you even closer to where you two meet and leaving just the tip in before manhandling you on his dick like you weigh nothing.
‘’FUCK, Pete! Oh my god!’’ You now have your nails scratching Peter’s back, while he has the biggest grin ever. ‘’You’re so much better at this than I imagined. Fuckkkk’’ You arch your back, making Peter hit impossibly deeper. ‘’Mmmm please don’t stop, Pete! You’re so good at this!’’ Your endless praise makes Peter go feral. Knowing you had thought about this too just made this night the best of Peter’s life.
‘’Y/n, baby, I thought about this more times than I can remember.’’ He lets out a giggle before going to nip your neck.
‘’Mmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum!’’ You let out the most pornographic moan ever, surprising yourself and Peter.
‘’Cum for me, I’m- fuck, close too’’ You tight your muscles around him, letting yourself go and triggering his climax too. Peter falls on you, little drops of sweat on his forehead and his messy curly hair is now dripping wet.
‘’Pete, you’re crushing me!!’’ You try to push him off, making you two laugh.
‘’Nah, I’m gonna stay right here.’’ Peter kisses your cheek, and you wipe it off, making him dramatically gasp and roll to the side. ‘’How dare you?’’ You get up and gives him a peck.
‘’I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back!’’ He pulls you by your hand to kiss your forehead.
‘’I’ll be waiting!’’ He yells when he sees you closing the door and heading to the bathroom.
When you get back, you hear soft snores before opening your door and seeing Peter sleeping peacefully, but he needs to scooch so that you can fit in there too.
‘’Pete, you’re occupying the whole bed.’’ You giggle when you hear him groan and move to the side so that you can lay there too. ‘’Goodnight.’’ You kiss his forehead before turning your back to him, and suddenly feel strong hands pulling you closer by your waist and laying his head over your neck.
Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: drinking?, frat parties lmao, and... some make out sessions.
Prologue Part one Part Two Part Three
This is the part where you know your little deal with Peter wasn’t such a good idea as thought.
There he was, standing in the hallway with an awkward smile, another shirt with science pun, and you can’t lie, he looks good af. WAIT WAIT, not good af, maybe not so bad?
‘’Looking not as hideous as always, Parker.’’
‘’Uhhh… Thanks? You look good. I mean, not like your usual self.’’ Alright, nice save.
‘’Fuck off, but thank you. Do you think this dress is too much?’’ You say as you turn around to show Peter your outfit. But he’s kinda too busy to notice the whole dress while trying not to look at your tits in full display.
‘’Yea yea, whatever. Looks ok. Very neat.’’
‘’Neat? Why are you acting weirder than usual?’’ You turn around to look at Peter staring at you with wide eyes.
‘’No, I’m not. Shut up, you’re the weird one.’’ That makes you giggle when you see him glancing at your chest and then looking at the ceiling. Definitely wearing this dress again.
‘’Uhh you got a leak right there.’’ Points to where he was looking. ‘’Now, c’mon we gotta go.’’ Peter grabs your hand and leads you two to the party.
‘’Are you gonna make me walk all that in heels?’’
‘’Yea, considered this punishment for making me awkward at the restaurant.’’
‘’Please, you’re always awkward. And aw no, daddy. Was I bad girl?’’ You change the tone of your voice to make your teasing more apparent. Which makes Peter blush.
‘’No, and shut up, don’t call me that.’’ Code for please, call me that again. ‘’And look, we’re here.’’
‘’Whatever, any time spent with you it’s an eternity.’’
‘’Aw thank you.’’
‘’Shut up, that wasn’t a compliment.’’
‘’Yea I know. Now, are you ready m’lady?’’ Peter stands his hand for you.
‘’Yea, let’s sell this shit to the world.’’ You say while taking Peter’s hand and entering the frat party.
As soon as you enter the party you see your friend running out of breath from laughing too much at you walking in with Pete. Silently signaling her to shut up, you follow Peter to his friends. It’s fucking show time, people!
‘’Parker, see that you brought Y/n with you. Do you want a drink?’’ One of them offers you their cup. Please, who in their right minds would accept that?
‘’No, thank you. I’m gonna grab one for myself. Do you want one, babe?’’ Peter takes a while to realize you’re talking to him.
‘’Right… babe. And yea sure, I’ll come with you.’’ Peter puts his arm around you while walking towards the kitchen.
‘’Are they looking?’’ You whisper to Peter.
‘’Yea, they are.’’ Peter quickly looks behind him.
‘’Good, now don’t freak out.’’
‘’Why would I fr-’’ Before Peter could finish his sentence you press your lips on his neck to give his ‘’friends’’ some pda.
‘’Uhh, just some soda.’’ Peter nervously rubs his neck, remembering that your lips were there just a few seconds ago.
‘’Alright, are you sure you’re not gonna drink? It’s not like you’re gonna drive tonight.’’ you stifle a laugh.
‘’Ha ha, very funny. And just put some vodka with cranberry juice.’’
‘’God, that's a very girly drink. Respect.’’
‘’So what? What are you having then?’’
‘’Vodka.’’
‘’That’s it? Straight?’’
‘’No, bi.’’
‘’I meant the vodka. I already knew that.’’
‘’Yea straight vodka.’’ Downs one shot. ‘’Now, let’s go to the dance floor with your cranberry juice.’’ You grab Peter’s hand, leading him to where the music is coming from.
‘’Shut up, it’s really good.’’ Peter hands his cup to you. ‘’Here, try it.’’
‘’Ok’’ You take a sip, while looking suspiciously at Peter. ‘’Alright, it’s not that bad.’’
‘’Told you. So.. are we gonna just stand here awkwardly or dance?’’ Peter takes a long sip while looking around.
‘’Yea, I could grind on you or something while they are looking.’’ That makes Peter choke on his drink.
‘’Are you alright?’’ You put your hand on Peter’s shoulder, but as soon as you notice, you take it off.
‘’Yea, yea. And, yea we could do that. If you want, of course.’’
‘’Yea why not? It’s not like I can do that with anyone else.’’ You take a long sip of your.. drink? Vodka? Idk.
‘’Gee, thanks. I’m flattered. But yea, you’re right.’’
‘’Always am. Now, let’s set some rules. I’m fine with hands on my hips, don’t go lower than that or I’ll break your jaw.’’
‘’Alright. But why my jaw?’’
‘’I don’t know, now we gotta just wait for them to change to the song and-’’ Before you could finish your sentence, Crazy In Love starts playing.
‘’Alright, let’s go!’’ You down your whole cup while Peter watches with wild eyes.
‘’Uhh are you sure that was a good idea? That was just vodka.’’
‘’Yea yea I’m fine. Now, just put your hands on my hips.’’ You turn around so that you can grind on Peter.
‘’Alright, sure, yea.’’ Peter hesitantly puts his hands on your hips, which makes you put your own hands on top of his and squeeze it, so that he knows it’s ok to grab your hips. He gets the message, but he’s still too tense.
‘’Are you alright? We don’t have to do it, if you don’t want it’’ You turn your face so that you can see why Peter is so tense.
‘’Yea, I want it… I mean, I don’t mind. It’s just- Idk it’s just weird, you hate me and have your ass right on my.. uhh crotch area?’’
‘’Listen, if it helps, let’s put aside all of our differences for tonight, ok? Just imagine I’m just a random girl grinding on your ‘’crotch area’’, ok?’’ Peter couldn’t imagine that because you’d never be a random girl to him, you’re Y/n, the girl that offered her umbrella to him so that he could use it as a lightsaber when you were kids, the person that May always asks him about, but he’s too scared to tell her that you hate him. Maybe keeping that part to himself would bring a little hope to Peter that you two might be back one day to what you were before.
‘’Yea, ok.’’ You notice Peter looking at his ‘’friends’’.
‘’Hey, don’t worry about them. Let’s just have fun, ok? Now, don’t make me turn my head again because I’m really close to get a neck cramp.’’ Your last sentence makes Peter giggle, and, just for this moment, you find yourself smiling before turning your head back.
‘’Yea, you’re right. Fuck them.’’
‘’That’s the spirit!! You say as you casually rub your ass up and down on your ‘’worst enemy’’. Pfft, please. Who still believes in that?
‘’Yea it is.’’ Peter giggles, because that man is in a very drunk state atm, while also squeezing your hips, and you don’t mind at all, kinda just makes you grind on him harder.
‘’Fuck, they look good together, don’t they?’’ One of Peter’s friends says to your friend while leaning against the doorframe and watching you two.
‘’Yea, a lot of chemistry apparently.’’ Your friend watches you, skeptical about what’s really going on between and Peter.
‘’I think you probably should stop doing that.’’ Peter says, which makes you abruptly stop.
‘’I’m sorry. Did I do something you weren’t comfortable with?’’ You fully turn around this time, a worried look on your face.
‘’No, it’s just-’’ Peter nervously laughs. ‘’It’s getting really hard not doing anything other than just having you grind on me. Not that I don’t like that! I definitely do- Not definitely just-’’ And for the first time that night, you found a way to make Peter shut up. Pressing your lips against his, hesitantly at first, then stopping for a bit to see if he would reciprocate, and he definitely does. Peter’s hands that were on your hips, find their way around your whole body, forgetting for a brief moment that you were in public. Until you finally stop, but Peter’s lips find their way on your neck, and it’s getting harder and harder to remember that you are at a party in front of everyone.
‘’I think we should go.’’ You say and Peter looks at you with puppy eyes.
‘’Oh yea, sure I can take you to your dorm.’’ He tries to hide his disappointment, but it’s not like it’s your fault if you don’t want to.
‘’Actually…’’ You wrap your arms around Peter’s neck. ‘’I was thinking you could go with me?’’
‘’You mean…’’
‘’Yea, if you want to, of course.’’ Peter realizes none of his ‘’friends’’ are around and quickly nods his head, while pulling you out of the crowd and leading you two to your dorm.
As soon as you get there, you fumble with your keys, being really distracted by the way Peter has his arms around your waist while softly pecking your neck.
‘’Can you wait?’’ You giggle and you feel Peter smiling against your neck.
‘’Alright, you have two minutes.’’ Peter puts his hands up, which makes you laugh harder.
‘’Got it!’’
As you finally open the door to your dorm, Peter is quick to push you against the door, which would be hot if your back wasn’t pressing against the doorknob.
‘’Ouch Peter hold on.’’ Peter stops and looks at you, worry written all over his face.
‘’Do you wanna stop? Did I hurt you? Shit I’m so sorry.’’
‘’No, no, just hmm… You put me right against the doorknob and it’s hurting my back.’’ You say while laughing, and Peter does too.
‘’Oh shit, my bad.’’ Peter suddenly picks you up, bridal style, which makes you giggle.
‘’Put me down, please.’’ You say while kicking the air, trying to get out of Peter’s arms.
‘’Mmm with pleasure’’ Peter abruptly throws you in the bed, which makes you bounce a bit and almost fall off the bed, causing more giggles between you two.
‘’I think you’re really cute.’’ You suddenly confess to Peter.
‘’Why thank you! But I do happen to have a mirror at home.’’ Peter smirks, and you softly punch his arm. ‘’And I think you’re really cute too.’’ Peter says while trailing kisses down your neck til your chest. ‘’Actually, not just cute, hot af.’’ Peter says before biting your collarbone, making you giggle.
‘’Do you think we’re gonna regret this in the morning?’’ You say as you softly play with Peter’s curls, which makes him stop and looks up at you.
‘’Yea I do, but I’ll never regret this, no matter what I tell you in the morning.’’
‘’Same, but let’s not talk about it. We have the whole night to enjoy, right?’’
‘’Yea.’’ Peter goes back to distributing kisses all over your upper body. ‘’The’’. He kisses your neck. ‘’Whole’’. He moves up to kiss your cheek. ‘’Night’’ Peter says as he finally kisses your lips.
