I Just Can't Do It Alone ༊*·˚
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Peeta Mellark x F! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2025 Day 2 - Hotel Room. Reader and Peeta are able to sneak away from their last Capitol party early. Alone time is precious, and there's something Peeta hasn't been able to do in a while, but he won't be alone for too long.
Tags: Masturbation (m and f), Mutual masturbation, Handjobs, Fingering, Being walked in on, Set during the Victory tour in Catching Fire, Fake relationship/ engagement, Reader is in Katniss' Place, Reader is both oblivious and being a perv.
Word count: 2.5k
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Author's note: The hotel aspect isn't really that integral to this, but I couldn't think of much else. Not sure how much of an audience there is for Peeta stuff but he's my babygirl so I wrote this anyway, so… hope you like it mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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The Victory Tour had reached its climax back at the Capitol. Days of excruciating parties, dinners and interviews were finally in the past. Well, technically, they were still in the present, but the District 12 team had been able to sneak out of this party early. Effie and the prep teams had been completely preoccupied canoodling with their new high-ranking Capitol friends and hadn’t noticed when Haymitch had taken you and Peeta aside and slipped you the hotel room key. He explained that he was going to spend the night in a fellow victor's room, drinking and catching up. The two of you hadn’t asked any more questions, slipping away as soon as you’d found the opportunity to do so. It was your first night properly off in weeks. Immediately, the two of you separated to get changed out of your uncomfortable clothes, but you had not reconvened. You wanted some quiet time to yourself while you had the time for it, lying in the plush, overgrown Capitol bed and just relishing in the near silence. Sure, some crowd noise from the street below was making its way up, but so little that if you zoned out, you could imagine it was merely the sound of rushing water somewhere in the distance.
Initially, Peeta had waited for you in the living area of the penthouse suite, but he had realised you weren’t coming. As much as he might have felt a little hurt in other circumstances, he understood the need to be alone right now, so he retreated to his own room.
It had been several hours since you’d returned from the party, Peeta figured you had fallen asleep. At first, he’d done some sketching, only for his sole pencil to go blunt, and for him to realise he had no sharpener or even a sharp knife with which to fix it. After this, he began to feel bored. He did not feel tired; perhaps his internal schedule was all messed up from all the late-night state parties recently. Usually at this time, he would be pleading to leave the party, but to his horror, he found himself bored without one. It wasn’t that he enjoyed those parties, but they certainly kept you occupied. With still no sign of movement in the penthouse, he let his mind wander. He thought about all sorts of things until his mind began circling one thought in particular. You. More specifically, various times he and you had shared a kiss. That night in the cave, during that interview with Caesar Flickerman, just that morning, while having breakfast with a few Capitol aristocrats who had rather uncomfortably insisted on seeing a kiss. A lot of them were stunted and awkward, but some… some had made him dizzy. Had made him wonder if maybe you felt something real that you were denying, made him feel like your false engagement wouldn’t be so bad after all. Most of those kisses had been in the cave, so it had been quite a while, yet he remembered the feel of them vividly, too vividly. A part of his body he hadn’t thought about in a long time was waking up at the memories of those kisses. It had been a long time since he’d been alone and comfortable enough to actually feel arousal, but boy was he feeling it now. He tried to stop thinking about it, knowing that wasn’t the nature of your relationship with him, but he couldn’t stop remembering the feeling of that first deep kiss. His hand slides down his body slowly, eyes closing. It’s normal to fantasise, he reminds himself, and hey, he’s got some alone time, he hasn’t had a chance to do this since who knows when. His resolve officially weakened, his hand slides into his boxers.
You had tried to sleep on your own. At first, it had seemed it would happen. You had been tired, your eyes drooping, but once you finally decided you could surrender to it, the sleep vanished into the wind. You tried to get that feeling back, but it seemed to be of no use. You were used to sleeping beside Peeta lately, his presence a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone, that your nightmares were in the past, but he is still here, safe and sound. As hopeful as you had been that you could wean yourself off this habit before the two of you returned to District 12, it did not seem to be happening. Nevermind. It was late, Peeta himself was likely already asleep. You would just slip in beside him, and he would understand in the morning. You sneak through the penthouse, the lights of the Capitol at night shining in through the windows and illuminating your path to his door. The odd noises coming from within his room don't seem to register in your mind as you creak open the door and step in.
Immediately, it's clear to you that you have walked in on something you shouldn't have. Peeta's head is thrown back against his pillows, soft pants leaving his parted lips, his eyes screwed shut. Beneath his blanket, his hand appears to be moving rapidly up and down, his hips canting against the movement. The sweet, syrupy sounds from his mouth pool in your stomach, making your knees a little weak. You had not meant to alert him, but a small squeak leaves your lips involuntarily. There goes your plan to quietly leave so he never has to know you saw this. His movements cease instantly, his whole body going tense, and his eyes flying open as he registers what he just heard. Body thick with terror, he turns his head, spotting you looking shocked in the doorway. His cheeks go red, and he lets go of himself, shifting to try and make it less obvious what he had just been doing, but it was really no use, and you both knew it.
“I'm sorry–”
“I'm sorry I–”
You both attempt to apologise simultaneously, stumbling over your words. Silence sets in as neither of you knows what to do or say. Peeta stares at you while you avoid his gaze, thinking.
“I really should have knocked,” you apologise. “I just figured you were already asleep… I didn't mean to invade your privacy like that…” Peeta finds himself agreeing that you really should have knocked, but then again, you hadn't been knocking when coming to find him these past several weeks and it hadn't been an issue. He sighs, rubbing his clean hand over his face, keeping the other hidden under the blankets so you wouldn't see the evidence of his activities on it, still trying to keep some semblance of decency.
“Well… I'm sorry… you probably did not want to see that…” he sighs, trying to rub away the heat in his cheeks. You don't respond to that, because seeing it had been oddly exhilarating. You keep that thought to yourself and approach the bed to lie down. Peeta's eyes nearly pop out of his skull when he sees you approach and slip under the covers as if nothing was out of the ordinary. When you try to move to cuddle into his side like normal, he audibly swallows. “Um… I'm not exactly…” he angles his body away from you, mainly his hips, shuffling away. He sees you frown and he chews his lip. Why would you be trying to cuddle him after catching him like that? He knew you could be a little innocent but you weren't oblivious; you must have known what he was doing and what it meant. He stares at you in confusion. “I'm still kinda… worked up?” He tries to explain delicately.
“Oh… I'll turn away and you can finish off," you mumble, rolling over to face the door. Peeta's jaw falls open.
“You want me to… get off while you're right there?” he sputters in complete disbelief, even more confused when he sees your head bob in a nod. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah… I won't listen,” you lie. Peeta sputters once more.
“You’re actually serious?”
“Yes! Get on with it, I want to sleep!” you whine. As strange as the situation is, Peeta can't deny his odd sense of arousal. After all, he’d been thinking about you to get off earlier, and now you're here, wanting him to continue. Despite claiming you won't listen, you do nothing to cover your ears, just lying there. Peeta can't help the thrill going through him. It's quiet for a long moment while Peeta sikes himself up, trying not to second-guess if you're performing some weird test on him. Just when you're about to complain again, the sheets rustle and you hear a quiet whine, muffled by Peeta biting his lip, unable to fully let go with you beside him, potentially judging him. You'd asked him to do this, he reminds himself, glancing at the shape of your body under the blanket, his hand involuntarily tightening around his shaft and a small noise spilling out of him. He cannot believe you're right there while he does this.
Listening to Peeta choking out sweet whines for a bit has you aching for touch. You realise your desire for Peeta to get off beside you was not merely morbid curiosity on your part, rather attraction and arousal. Quietly, you slip your hand between your legs, surprised by the wetness you find there. You'd been wet a few times before, sure, but had it ever been this much? You begin to gently circle your clit with a fingertip, trying to match your movements to Peeta's pace, or whatever you can make out of it from the sounds of the sheets and his pleasure. The sudden hitch of your breath lets you know you need more, shifting a little to try to get better access between your legs. As Peeta's whimpers pick up, you attempt to slide a finger down, teasing your entrance for a moment before slipping it in. It is immediately not enough.
Peeta notices the slight sound of disappointment you let out, his hips jerking at the soft moan. His eyes snap to you, noticing the movement beneath your side of the blanket and the subtle shifting of your hips. You're getting off beside him; his head spins in confusion, overwhelmed at the situation. The cessation of movement from behind you annoys you; the sounds you'd been using to get off suddenly gone. You try to subtly peek over your shoulder, but immediately meet Peeta's eye. You stop the movement of your hand, blushing. He's caught you.
“Did you finish?” you ask as nonchalantly as possible. He shakes his head.
“Did you?” he returns the question. You're embarrassed, but you suppose you're both in the same boat.
“No… my hand is never enough, and I didn't have a good angle,” you roll onto your back, looking at him. He looks back at you, leaning toward you a little. It's such a strange situation, but he wants to be closer to you; perhaps he's thinking with his dick. When you take his hand and guide it beneath the covers, his eyes widen, but he obeys, breath hitching as you guide one of his fingers to your entrance. You don't know what you're doing; you're never normally like this, but right now, you just need him to soothe the ache in you, the one that he accidentally made to begin with.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers in awe as you push his finger inside. You moan loudly, it feels so much better than your finger, you feel fuller, your hips writhing against his touch as he begins to pump the finger slowly in and out, finding that perfect spot within you with surprising ease. This is exactly what you needed, exactly what you've needed for a while, and you didn't even know it. You whine, pulling him down to kiss you. The move surprises him, but in a very good way. The kiss is slow and deep, just like the kisses he'd been thinking of when this whole thing started, stoking the embers deep in both of your bellies. Your eyes roll back as he kisses you, carefully introducing a second finger, thrusting them in and out of you slowly. Fumbling, you reach down between you, wrapping your hand around him, pulling a deep groan from Peeta's chest to your lips, his hips canting into your touch. You match his pace, gently sliding your hand up and down his thick length, using the arousal already there to help you out. “Feels so good,” he pants, picking up speed, careful not to hurt you, but wanting to bring you over that edge. He was teetering on it himself as you moaned against his lips, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. You try to agree, but it just comes out as a helpless whimper. You're completely lost in the pleasure, you've never felt so unaware of your surroundings before, your world narrowed to Peeta's lips on your and his fingers inside you. You're barely keeping up with tugging at him, but it doesn't seem to matter, as he's fucking your fist plenty on his own, barely even conscious hes doing it. He feels you clenching around his fingers, and he can't help the pride that flows through him. He makes sure not to falter in his movements. “That's it… there you go,” he coaxes you gently over that finish line, which is nothing gentle at all. Your body thrashes, and you let out a shout of pleasure, which Peeta quickly muffles by kissing you hard. Your toes curl, your eyes rolling back, breathing heavily through your nose. You make sure not to stop kissing Peeta, your hand around him tightening just enough that his hips stutter and he grunts your name into the kiss, warm wet strands of release landing on your thigh under the blanket. The two of you continue moving, kissing, touching, until you really cannot take anymore.
You withdraw your hands from one another slowly and cautiously. Peeta rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling and trying to process what had just happened. He was blissful, but confused. You leaned over him, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand with which to wipe your leg clean.
“Shit– Sorry–” he tried to help, but you didn't let him, wiping yourself clean and tossing away the tissues somewhere in the room. Then, you settled down beside him like you had earlier that night, ready to sleep by his side. Peeta frowns. “You’re just going to sleep after that… you don’t wanna talk about it?”
“What’s there to talk about?” you ask, and Peeta scoffs.
“The fact we just got each other off, maybe?”
“We’re fiances, isn’t that pretty normal for fiances?” you shrug, nuzzling into his chest and closing your eyes. Peeta can’t help but laugh. It was true in a way, but you both knew it was far more complicated than that. However, it was very late and you were clearly dozy, so he decided he would accept that explanation for now.
“So… does that at least mean I can expect it to happen again?” he asks with a small smirk, kissing your forehead gently and adjusting the blankets.
“Tomorrow morning, before we have to leave for the train?” you suggest with a yawn. The answer surprises Peeta, but pleasantly.
“Deal,”
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