#Peter Kavinsky one shot

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Pretty Girl - Peter Kavinsky

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Characters: Peter Kavinsky

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 430

Author: Hannah

Quite a few people had told you that the relationship you got into in high school wouldn’t last, that you were too young, and the relationship had no substance. Sure, a part of you could agree that you were young, but you knew plenty of relationships that’s started in high school and worked out just fine.

It felt good to prove those people wrong, as all through high school and college you and Peter had stayed strong.

The next step for the two of you was to find somewhere you live; you’d both got jobs back home, you’d both graduated with brilliant degrees, and you had been by each other’s sides the whole time.

A wave of nostalgia hit you as you heard Peter’s jeep pull up outside your childhood home. You remembered all the times he had picked you up for school, all the times that car had stayed overnight, and all the times that car had travelled back and forth from college to college.

“Come on pretty girl!” Peter yelled from his window.

You laughed to yourself as you left the house, and your heart swelled as you saw Peter leaning against the side of his jeep.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he pulled you into a hug as he spoke and kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go find a house.”

The both of you climbed into the jeep and before Peter had even left your driveway, he had intertwined his fingers with yours.

You glanced over at him as he drove and found yourself smiling. Peter saw you out of the corner of his eye and chuckled. 

“You make me happy,” you told him as he stopped at a red light. “Like really happy.”

His smile melted you for the trillionth time that morning. “As if that wasn’t obvious the past seven years.”

You rolled your eyes making him laugh.

“You make me happy too Y/N, more than you’ll ever know,” he told you earnestly, quickly leaning over to kiss your cheek.

You giggled as he tickled your thigh whilst driving, and he only stopped once you held his hand with both of yours.

As Peter drove you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to your future. Finding a house was daunting, but it was all the two of you had talked about your last year of college – where you wanted to live, your must-haves, even colour schemes.

Whilst it was daunting, you were beyond excited to start the next chapter. As you looked over at Peter, you had never been surer of your future.

[sweet-pea-channie]

Breaking walls - Peter Kavinsky Imagine

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​

Pairings: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Words: 9k+

Warnings: shouting, fighting, mentions of death, swearing, angst 

Requested by anon: Could you write something with Peter Kavinsky where the reader is really reluctant to date because all her previous BFs have been assholes or cheated on her, but Peter falls head over heals for her sass and sarcasm and decides to show her how good men can actually be? 

A/N: Hey guys, so here’s another Peter Kavinsky imagine for you! I’m not quite as satisfied as I should be. I had to delete most of it because it didn’t feel right to me and I had to rewrite it again and again and again. I’m still not that happy with the result but it’s something. 

Masterlist

And again you hit the tire of your car with your left foot, groaning as another wave of pain shot through it. “Damn it!” You slid down the passenger door, your bum hitting the cold concrete before you pulled your knees against your chest and wrapped your arms around them.

You placed your head on top of your knees as a tear rolled down your cheek, but you wiped it away immediately. No one could see you crying  out there, no one had ever seen you crying before. “This is all your fault,” you mumbled, looking at the bright stars above you. “If you would’ve just stayed at home.” As minutes passed by, you slowly stood up and took your belongings that you dropped besides you. You unlocked your car and hopped in, closing the door as fast as possible before you locked the doors. It wasn’t safe for a young girl like you to be out in the dark by herself late at night. 

You gripped the steering wheel tight, your knuckles turned white and screamed one more time, hitting your forehead against it. The horn of your car chimed and you raised your head back up, only seeing a shadow standing right next to your car. 

“Hey,” a voice said before someone tapped on your window. “Are you okay?”

“What do you want, Kavinsky?” you asked without looking at him. 

“I saw you sitting there on the ground and… can you please open the window? I feel stupid talking to you through that window,” he sighed and waited for you to open the window in the passenger’s side. 

You pressed your lips together to a thin line, trying to find the perfect answer why you didn’t want to talk to him right now. “It’s late, Peter, and I just want to go home, okay?”

“Where’s that douche you call your boyfriend? Can’t he drive you home? You look like a mess and you probably shouldn’t be driving anymore,” he said and looked around, trying to find the one guy he was looking for. 

“He’s probably still inside… and he’s not my boyfriend. Well, not anymore. So could you just leave me alone? I want to go home,” you replied and started the engine. 

“Did you two fight? Is that why you were hitting that tire the whole time?”

“Were you watching me? You’re such a creep,” you said and out the car in drive, ready to drive away and get the hell out of here. “Isn’t there a bullet somewhere you could be jumping in front of? I don’t even know why you’re talking to me. So leave me alone, get back inside to your friends and have fun, alright?”

Before Peter could say something else, you drove away and left him standing in the middle of the road. You saw him standing there through your rearview and watched him as he raised his hands, dropping them on his sides while you drove further away. You exhaled sharply, trying hard to focus on the road. You couldn’t let this getting in your head. You were mad, extremely mad, but you had to focus, or else, someone would find your car driven off the road on the next morning. 

You parked your car in your driveway, next to the dark green pick up that belonged to your mother’s lover and trotted to your front door, ready to be yelled at again. 

Slowly opening the front door, you could hear them chattering in the living room, having the time of their lives. You groaned and threw your keys in the bowl next to the door, a loud noise was heard through the entire hall. 

“Could you do this any louder?!” you heard him yelling through the living room. 

“Could you care any less?!” you shouted back and walked straight to the stairs, running up the first steps before you heard him again. “Won’t you say hi to your Mom and me? That’s a bit  uncivil you know?”

“Hi Mom!” you shouted and gave her a smile as she waved back at you. “Could you tell Jeff that he doesn’t have the right to say anything to me or in this house at all!” “Y/N…,” your Mom sighed, but you ignored it and ran up the stairs, knocking on the first door to your left. 

“Hey, are you still up?” you asked as you opened the door a little bit and stuck your head through, looking at the young boy. 

“I can’t sleep,” he said and turned his back around so he was facing you now.  “Can I come in?” you questioned and waited until he nodded. You closed the door behind you and got rid of your shoes and bag, crawling under the covers with your little brother. 

“Where have you been?” he asked you all snuggled up in his bedsheets. 

You smiled at your little brother and played with his hair, it was getting longer now and you knew that you had to cut it soon. “I was at Liza’s. She decided throw a little get together.”

“You mean a party?” he corrected you with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Yes, a party. I think, I have to cut your hair soon. What do you think?”

“I think you’re trying to change the conversation, but not with me,” he giggled as his eyes were glowing. 

“You know me too well, Leo,” you sighed.

“When can I go with you? I mean to a party?” he asked you with pleading eyes. He knew that giving you the puppy eyes worked wonders. You couldn’t say no to your brother when he gave you the puppy eyes. 

“Leo! You just got into Middle School. You have to wait a few more years, and until then you can go to your own kind of parties. And I bet, once you’re old enough to party, you will not go to a party with your annoying older sister,” you replied and bopped his nose with your finger. 

“You’re not annoying, Y/N. You’re something else. But I can tell you now, you will never be the older annoying sister. You’ll probably be the cool and badass older sister everyone wants. And then I can brag and say that you are my badass sister,” he laughed and hid under the covers, thanks to his reddening cheeks. 

“Awww, Leo. You’ve never said something like that before. You’re the best,” you replied and attacked him with kisses and hugs. Of course, he was trying to push you away but you were stronger than him. 

“Hey, why aren’t you two sleeping yet?” your Mom asked as she opened the door. 

“Just wanted to say good night to Leo,” you smiled and got up, taking your shoes and your purse. “Good night, Leo. Good night, Mom,” you said and placed a kiss on her cheek before you squeezed past her and got to your own room. 

You threw your phone on your bed and grabbed a new shirt to sleep in, when your phone lit up. You grabbed it and saw that someone wrote you a message on Instagram. You opened the app and groaned once you saw the name p_kavinsky. 

“Hey, just wanted to check in. Did you get back home safe?”

You groaned and tossed your phone back on your bed. No, you wouldn’t answer him, he was just pathetic. What you didn’t know is that Peter had been watching you for quite a while now. No one really paid attention to you in school, but somehow, Peter knew that there was something special about you. 

-

“Hey, Y/N! Hold on!” someone shouted as you closed your locker and walked to the next class. You turned around and faced the young teenager with the brown locks on his forehead. “You never answered me.”

“There was nothing to answer,” you said cold and ignored him while he was walking right next to you. 

“I just wanted to know if you got home safely. A simple yes or no would’ve been enough, you know.”

“Since when do you care?” you asked him and stopped mid tracks, giving him a questioning look. 

“I saw how sad you were, sad and angry. And I know that you wanted to release that kind of anger you felt.”

“Oh, so you know me, huh?” you asked him with a hint of sarcasm, something that you were familiar with. “Tell me, when’s my birthday?”

As Peter didn’t reply, you laughed, knowing that you won this conversation.

“See, all that comes out of your mouth is bla bla bla. God, why are you guys all the same?!” you asked, mumbling the last part mostly to yourself. 

“What?”

“Just forget it,” you sighed and turned around, walking the other way as you were once heading to. 

“Hey! This is the wrong way! Econ is this way!” Peter shouted after you but you just flashed him over your shoulder and took the longer way. Peter frowned and furrowed his brows. He knew that it was all a wall that you had build up. There was no possible way for someone to be that callous. 

And he was right. You wouldn’t trust people so easily. Trusting people before they let you down, you’ve been through that a hundred times. And you had enough, so you built up a wall to protect yourself from the outside. You pretended to be someone you were not, once you’ve got to High School. It attracted some people, thinking that you were the badass girl who’d always say whatever she thought, doing whatever she wanted to do. And that’s why you were dating mostly douche bags. You attracted them and they fooled you. Once they got to know the real you, they let you down. 

At the end of the school day, you were sitting in your English class in the last row as usual and paid zero attention to what was happening. You were drawing as always. Your notebook was full of drawings instead of notes and that’s why you had to study most of the time at home. 

“Nice drawings,” you heard him saying next to you. You looked up at him and dropped your pencil, leaning your head on your hands. 

“Why are you here?”

“Didn’t you pay attention? Ms. Ward put us together for the assignment,” he told you and grabbed a chair, sitting down in front of you. But what you didn’t know is that Ms. Ward never put you together with Peter. Everyone could team up with whomever they wanted to. And to Peter’s luck, he saw that you were totally distracted, so he took the chance. 

“Oh, okay,” you mumbled and put on a fake smile. “So what’s the assignment about?”

“We can decide, it’s on the board. We either create a class magazine or we create a school brochure about our dream school. But seeing that you’re so talented in drawing, I guess we pick the magazine”

“Okay guys, I hope that you all decided what you’re working on. This project is due in two weeks today, so don’t dawdle,” Ms. Ward reminded you before she ended the class. 

You grabbed your stuff and put it in your backpack, walking out of class immediately but Peter stopped you as he pulled you back. “Hey wait! We should, um, why don’t you give me your number so I can tell you when to meet? For our project I mean.”

“Tomorrow, 5pm, your house,” you said and walked away. Peter watched you while you left the school halls. He sighed and pulled at the strings of his backpack before he turned around and got to the boys locker room for lacrosse practice. 

The next day, you knocked on the front door of the Kavinsky household. You waited for a bit until someone opened the door and looked through the gap.

“Who are you?” the little man asked. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m looking for Peter, is he home?” you asked and bend down to be on his height. The little boy nodded and opened the door for you before he turned around and shouted for Peter. “There’s a Y/N here for you!”

“I’m coming!”, Peter shouted from upstairs and ran down the stairs, skipping every second step. “Hey,” he said out of breath once he stood in front of you. 

“Hey,” you replied awkwardly. 

“I see that you met my little brother, Owen,” he smiled and patted on his little brother’s shoulders. “My Mom’s not home yet, so we’re stuck with him, but he’ll be in his room the whole time. Right, Owen?” he asked him and pushed him up the stairs. 

“Whatever,” you mumbled and looked around the big open living room. “Where should I put my bag?”

“Oh, we’re staying in the living room. My room’s a mess,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his head, leading you to the couch. You dropped your bag on the ground in front of you and sat at the very far end of the couch. 

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked you before he sat down as well. You nodded and asked for simple tab water. He smiled at you and got to the kitchen, filling a carafe full of water. 

“Alright, do have something in mind for the magazine?” he asked you, taking a sip from his water glass. 

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong. Ms. Ward got us five themes that we could choose from, right?” you asked and he nodded. “So why don’t we take fashion? But, I’d like to change it a little bit. How does “Why fashion changes the way teenager’s think” sound to you?”

“Tell me more,” he said and put his feet up, sitting with his legs crossed on the couch. 

By the end of the day, you had a concept. Luckily for Peter, you had drawn and sketched everything down. He was fascinated by your talent; the way your pencil danced across the sheet and how every line you draw was perfectly set. He stared at your face while you were focused; your lips were pressed together or you bit on them. And to be honest, he thought that the sketch was perfect enough to send it to Ms. Ward. But you had other ideas. You wanted to turn that sketch into a real magazine, with pictures of models and real paragraphs.

“Are you free this Friday? Or are you busy going to another house party?” you asked him as you backed your stuff. 

“No, I’m free, but we have to do it at yours. My Mom’s inviting her friends over and they get so annoying when they drink too much wine,” he groaned. 

“We can’t do it at my place,” you said immediately while every color was cut from your face. 

“Why not?”

“Well… uhm, it’s just that… There’s this guy my Mom’s dating and… and he’s a total moron,” you mumbled into your sweater. 

“I don’t care about him. We can stay in your room and ignore him, okay?”

He gave you the exact same puppy eyes that your brother was giving you all the time and it was hard saying no, so you ended up saying yes. “Alright, can you come over after school?”

“After school it is.”

Turning the time forward to Friday afternoon, you were on your way home, followed by Peter’s car. You were nervous as hell, hoping that Jeff wouldn’t be home by now. But unluckily, you saw his car standing in the driveway. With your shaking hands, you opened the front door and waited for Peter to walk up your driveway. “I have to warn you, he’s home and he’s not the nicest person on earth.”

Peter nodded and gave you a reassuring smile, putting his hands on your shoulders as you walked in. To be honest, if you weren’t so scared, you would’ve slapped them away. You took off your shoes and put your finger on your mouth, showing Peter that he had to be quiet while you tip-toed to the stairs but the first step left a loud crack, and immediately, you heard him shouting.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Yeah!” you shouted back and saw him coming to the entrance. 

“Listen, your Mom will be gone for a few more hours, she has to work a double shift at the hospital, so it’s your turn to make dinner,” he told you, looking sternly straight into your eyes before they moved to Peter who was standing right next to you. 

“Who’s he?”

“I’m Peter,” he said and held his hand out for Jeff to shake, but he ignored it. 

“I am asking Y/N, not you.”

“Jeff!” you warned him. “You can’t talk to my friends like this!”

“Oh, you’re just friends? Really? You’re bringing home all those guys, saying they’re friends and then what? All they do is leave.”

“So what? You never really cared who entered this house!” you spat back at him. 

“Of course, it’s me who works his ass off so you two little nuisances can live freely in this house!”

“Little nuisances? You know what? You can go fuck yourself!” you bickered and grabbed Peter’s hand, dragging him up the stairs with you. 

“The door on the left is my room. I’m going to say hello to my brother real quick,” you told him and knocked on your brother’s door. When you heard no answer, you opened the door and waited for him to yell at you, saying that you had to wait until he told you to come in, but he wasn’t in his room. It was empty, your Mom was supposed to pick him up from school. 

Blood was boiling inside your body. You were sure that your Mom told Jeff to pick him up, but knowing him, he didn’t care at all. So you rushed out of his room, dropped your backpack right next to Peter and rushed down the stairs, shouting for Jeff. 

“Jeff! I swear to god! If you forgot to pick up Leo, I’m going to castrate you right here!”

Peter didn’t realize what was going on as you ran past him, he just grabbed your bag from the ground and waited for you to come back up, but once he heard your shouting, he knew that something was terribly wrong. 

“JEFF!”

“What?!”

“Where’s Leo?!” you shouted at him from the bottom of the stairs. 

“Probably still in school.”

“School ended two hours ago for Leo, for god damn sake! Mom should’ve picked him up! And I know for sure, that she told you to pick him up instead! I know that she would never forget her kids like you would!” The veins on your neck were clearly visible from shouting on top of your lungs. 

Peter put the bags down and slowly walked down the stairs, standing right next to you in case something bad would happen to you. He just knew that things would escalate quickly. 

You didn’t want him standing there next to you. Hell, that’s the reason why you didn’t want him over at your house in the first place. But you ignored him. Leo was more important right now. 

“He’s old enough to get home by himself,” Jeff just said and turned his back to you, facing the TV.

“He’s fucking eleven years old, Jeff! Damn it!” you yelled and walked back to the front door, putting your shoes on before you grabbed your car keys. 

“Hey, Y/N, wait!” Peter said as he followed you. “You shouldn’t be driving right now. You’re mad, I know. But let me drive you, okay?”

If looks could kill, then Peter knew that he’d be burned to death by yours. But you weren’t mad at him, you were mad at Jeff once again. And you were mad, that Peter had to see and hear it all.  

“I just have to get my car keys,” he mumbled, staring into your angry looking face. You were slowly catching your breathing when you nodded at the brunette. He forced a smile and ran back up the stairs to get his bag before he came back down and put his shoes on. 

“Come on, let’s get your little brother.”

The car ride was quiet. You were still trying to calm down. Every fucking time, Jeff had to do something like that. No wonder, you couldn’t bare with him. But your mom wouldn’t understand. She had the love googles on and couldn’t get them off. 

“I’m sorry you had to see this all,” you said, breaking the silence. 

Peter smiled at you and shrugged. “It’s okay. I used to hear it all the time, I mean the fighting. My Mom and Dad used to fight a lot.”

“So they don’t fight anymore?”

“No, he left us three summers ago,” he replied. 

“Oh,” you muttered and stared back out the window. “Sorry to hear that.”

“My Dad died five years ago,” you told him after a few minutes of silence. “He went to the grocery store to get my Mom her favorite ice scream after they fought about something stupid, but he never came back. Police officers found his car, on the side of the road. He was still sitting inside but his heart stopped beating. We still don’t know why he drove off the road.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter apologized and stopped at a red light. “You know, this is the first time that you open up to me.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” you replied and told him to drive as the light turned green. 

“But you called me your friend back at your house.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes at him without him seeing it. “That was just to tell Jeff off. It doesn’t mean anything.” 

While Peter parked the car, you hopped out and ran to Leo’s school, hopping up the stairs. Peter was hot on your trails, following you to the counselor office where Leo had always waited to be picked up. As you rounded the corner, you saw someone locking up the counselor office but no Leo in sight, so you walked up to her and asked her. “I’m sorry, but my um stepfather forgot to pick up my brother. He usually waits here.”

“Oh, are you Leo’s sister? He left like fifteen minutes ago,” she replied with a smile on her face. “Maybe someone else picked him up.”

Your face went blank and your mouth wide opened as you stared at the woman in front of you. “Shit,” you mumbled and turned back around almost bumping into Peter. You grabbed his hand and ran back out to his car. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Hey, Y/N. Calm down! He’s probably on his way home,” he said calmly as he held your shoulders.

“But how? On foot? It would take hours for him to get home and he doesn’t even know where to go!” you shouted at him and pushed him away. “God damn it!” 

Your hands moved to your head and your fingers were tangled in your hair before you pulled at them. Your eyes were getting watery as you imagined the worst and a tears streamed down your face, but you wiped it away before Peter could see it. But he did see it, and he saw the next tears as well. His heart was telling him that he should hug you and give you comfort, but his mind told him that you would just push him away again. He listened to his heart and grabbed your arms, pulling you against his body until he wrapped his long arms around your body. 

You just stood there with your hands on your side in his arms, but Peter didn’t let go. “It’s okay, we’re going to find him.”

Finally, you hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his mid-section. You nodded and buried your face deeper into his sweater, leaving wet stains on it. “I promise you, we are going to find him. Even if it takes the whole day.”

You slowly pulled away and wiped all the tears away. Your eyes were bloodshot. Peter knew that deep inside, your walls began to crack. You were slowly letting him in. He knew that you never cried in front of people, it was a sign of weakness, and no once should know that you were weak. He gingerly brushed the tears that were still streaming down your face away with the pads of his thumb. No one had ever done that for you. No one stuck around when you cried. This was a big first for you.

“Come on, let’s get in the car. We’ll drive every possible way to your home, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered and got into the passenger seat as Peter held the door open for you. You realized that he was so kind to you like no else had ever been. 

“I have to call my Mom,” you said as he started the car and took another road to your neighbor hood. “But I forgot my phone at home. It’s still in my bag.”

“It’s okay, take mine.”

You grabbed his phone and dialed your mother’s number by heart. It was ringing, one, two, three times while you were nibbling on your lower lip. Your mother didn’t pick up, so you ended the call but decided to call her again. And this time she picked up on the first ring. 

“Mom!” you exclaimed. 

“Hey, Y/N. What’s wrong, you sound sad.”

“It’s Leo! Jeff.. he… he forgot to pick him up and now he’s gone. He’s not in school. They said he left and I can’t find him.”

“For Christ’s sake,” you heard your mother cursing. “Where are you now?” “I’m with Peter from school. We’re driving down different roads, trying to find him.”

“Okay, please keep in touch with me, I can’t leave this shift right now but I can leave in thirty minutes and then I can help you, okay?”

“What if something happens to him?” you asked her. 

Peter felt so bad for you. Your voice was barely above a whisper and it held so much anxiety. Automatically, he reached for your free hand and held it, squeezing it carefully. “Don’t worry so much, we will find him in time before it gets dark,” he said and glanced at you before his concentration was back on the road. 

“Listen to you friend, Y/N. Being afraid won’t help you right now. Call me, okay?”

“I will do,” you mumbled and ended the call, putting the phone down in your lap. 

“Hey,” Peter said and caught your attention. “We’re in this together, okay? He might not be my little brother but I’m a big sibling as well and I know how you must be feeling.”

“Thank you, Peter.”

You were driving around the neighborhood for ten minutes now and there was still no sight of Leo. Peter’s fingers were tapping on the steeling wheel of his jeep nervously while you were looking left and right for your brother. 

“Where would I go,” Peter mumbled. You didn’t quite catch what he said so you asked him what he was saying. He didn’t answer immediately, his thoughts still running. 

“Peter?”

“I’d go to friend of mine that lives nearby, or maybe a… a playground?”

“A playground? Peter!” you exclaimed and shot up in your seat. “Leo hangs out at this playground with his friends all the time! It’s right this way!”

Peter nodded and followed the directions that you were giving him. In no time, Peter made it to the playground, he stopped the car on a parking lot nearby and out the car in park. 

“Oh my god,” you exhaled and opened the passenger door, running across the street as fast as possible and before Peter could react to anything at all, he saw you hugging a boy who was way shorter than you were. 

Peter closed his eyes for a second, thanking god or whoever had helped them, before he left his car and walked across the street. 

He heard you sobbing once he came closer. The arms of the young boy were wrapped around your body and his head was buried in your jacket. Once you let go of your brother, you dropped on your knees and held his face in your hands.

“Are you okay?”

Leo nodded and forced a smile. “Mom never forgets to pick me up.”

“No she doesn’t,” you agreed and ruffled through his hair. “She’s still working. Jeff had to pick you up, but he forgot. I’m so sorry, Leo. If I had known earlier, I- I’m so sorry.”

Leo smiled at you and hugged you once more before his eyes fell on the tall brunette. “Who’s he?” he asked with his arms still around your shoulder. You turned your head and saw Peter standing right behind you. 

“That’s Peter,” you smiled and stared at him. “He’s my friend,” you said proudly. 

Peter smiled back at you and in his mind he was releasing the loudest scream of joy. You had called him your friend once again and he knew that you meant it this time. 

“He helped me find you and I don’t think that I would have without him.”

“Thank you, Peter,” Leo said. “My sister can get anxious very easily. I hope you didn’t have to deal with that.”

“Leo,” you warned him and stood up, taking his backpack off his shoulders.

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true!”

“Come on, let’s get you home,” you told him and lead him to Peter’s car. 

Once you made it home, Leo jumped out of the big jeep and thanked Peter once more before he ran to the front door and opened it. 

You sighed and gave Peter his phone back. On your way home, you made sure that you told your Mom that everything was fine now. She wanted to talk to Leo as well, who told her that he was scared because he didn’t know where to go. Your mom promised him that this was never going to happen again. It broke your heart, seeing your brother so scared. He tried to play it off, but you could see it in his eyes.  

“Thank you again, for helping me,” you whispered. “And sorry that we couldn’t really do our project together. If you don’t mind, we can still do some of it until you have to leave.”

“So you don’t want me to go then?” 

“Honestly?” you asked and waited until he nodded. “I don’t want to be alone with Jeff right now.”

“You could’ve just said so. We don’t have to work on our project, we could just hang out, listen to some music or whatever you want to do,” he replied with a smile on his lips. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled and opened the door, waiting for him to follow you inside. 

Luckily, Jeff was fast asleep as you walked inside and up the stairs. You checked Leo’s room first, making sure that he was okay. And he was. He was already sitting at his desk, doing all the homework that was due tomorrow. 

Peter followed you to your room and sat on your bed, looking around so he could see your whole room. “You’ve called me your friend again.“

„I know,“ you muttered and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from your dresser. “Is it okay, if I change? I want to get out of these pants.”

Peter nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for you until you had changed. It took you a while to get changed because you were watching him. No guy you ever spent time with, was this friendly as Peter. Most of the guys would’ve waited for you to change in front of them, or you’d just go to the bathroom to change, but Peter closed his eyes and waited for you. 

Peter felt a dip right next to him on your bed and he opened his eyes. Grabbing your laptop, you opened it and put it next to you. “Can we listen to some music?” “Sure,” he replied and leaned back against the headboard.

You opened Spotify and put your favorite playlist on shuffle before you leaned your head on Peter’s thigh, looking at the laptop. 

Peter held his breath, he didn’t expect you to do a gesture like that. Not you. You were always the girl with nice comebacks, full of sarcasm, with a hard shell. You didn’t let people in so easily, but right now, you were opening up to him and he didn’t know why. Slowly, Peter moved his hands to your hair, combing through it with his fingers and when you didn’t push him away, he continued to do it with a smile on his lips that you couldn’t see. 

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Peter’s fingers running through your hair. It felt strange first, you didn’t really know him but somehow you wanted to be close to him. “Do you miss your Dad sometimes?”

“You know,” he sighed and stopped combing through your hair. “From time to time, when I walk around the house and see that he’s not in any of the photos anymore, I really miss him. But then I remember that everything he used to do with us, he’s now doing it with his new family and then I’m really glad that he’s gone. But that’s probably not the same that you’re feeling. You can’t compare my situation with yours.”

“I know. It’s just… you’re also living without a father figure in your life, just like me and sometimes I wonder what it would be like for him to see Leo growing up, or seeing me on my graduation day,” you replied and turned on your back, looking up at Peter. 

“I get it. My dad used to come to every lacrosse game with me but not anymore.” “I’m sorry. It’s probably harder for you, knowing that your father is still around but doesn’t want to see you instead of him being dead.

“But it’s a different if he’s nice or a total douche. The way he left us, it’s… my Mom cried for days. Owen didn’t know what was going on and asked her every day when he’s coming back. I was the one who told him that he left us for someone else and it broke his heart. He was just seven years old,” he told you with furrowed brows. 

“Leo had just turned six when he died,” you mumbled and turned back around, your back facing him. Peter knew exactly why you had turned around. He saw your red eyes, you were about to cry. “I’m scared that Leo doesn’t remember him anymore. And the saddest part is that the only father-figure or male role in his life is Jeff now.”

“Hey,” he said calmly and ran his fingers up and down your back. “I think that he’s wise enough to know that Jeff will never be a role model for anyone. He looks up to you. You’re his big sister, you’re his role model and not that douche.”

“I hope so.”

Your conversation died after this; you were just listening to the soft music. Peter continued to play with your hair the whole time while the sun was slowly setting. He listened to you, humming to the song that was playing until you got quieter and quieter. Eventually, he heard the even sound of your breaths and saw your chest rising and falling steadily.

“Y/N?”

But there was no answer. You were fast asleep with your head on his thigh and your back faced towards him. He stayed liked this for a little bit longer, bu he knew that he had to go eventually. Carefully holding your head in one hand, he took your pillow and placed your head on it before he got out of your bed. He closed your laptop and placed it on your desk right next to your bed before he took the bedsheets that were still unmade from the night before and tugged you in. His gaze lingered on your face a bit longer; he could see your eyelashes flickering due to your moving eyelids. You were already dreaming. Peter smiled and shut the light as he grabbed his bag and sneaked out of your house.

_

“Hey, Peter. Thanks again,” you said as you walked up to him and the group of the friends he was surrounded by.

“Oh, nice words coming out of your mouth, Y/N. Didn't know that you had them in your vocabulary,” one of Peter’s friends shot back once they realized that it was you who was standing next to them.

“Well, I love what you’ve done with your hair,” you complimented him, but Peter knew that it had to be another comeback of yours.

“What? Really?” Gabe asked and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, How do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?"

“Ooooh," you heard the others laughing.

“Peter? Can I talk to you for a second?" you asked the tall boy and dragged him away from the douche bags that he called his friends.

“Sorry about Gabe, you know him,” Peter apologized as you rounded a corner. You smiled at him and shook your head. “It’s okay.”

“But I can see that you got it all under control. That was a nice comeback of yours,” he laughed.

“Yeah that’s all I have to defend myself. I don’t have the muscles like you guys do. All I’m left with are my words, so they better be good,” you replied. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again for what you did.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I told you that already on the phone.”

“I know, but you also didn’t have to call me the next day,” you mumbled, making sure that no one was paying attention to the both of you.

“I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. But why don’t we hang out today after school? Go to a café and continue with our project? What do you think?” Peter suggested.

You nodded as the first bell rang. “I’ll wait for you outside, okay?”

You waited ten minutes for Peter to arrive at the school’s parking lot. He trotted over to you, with his hands on the strings on his backpack, just like he always did. A smile was plastered on his lips as he saw you waiting next to his car. He grabbed his keys and opened the car for you from afar. Thanking him, you opened the back door and put your bag on the seat before you opened the passenger door and hopped in.

“Let’s go,” Peter said once he was right next to you and started the car.

“I have to tell you something,” you said a while after you left the neighborhood.

“What?”

“I continued on our project on my own this weekend. There’s not much left to do, it will probably just take a few minutes, I’m sorry,” you confessed and bit on your lip, trying to give him the same puppy eyes that he nailed so good.

“It’s okay. So now we’ve got more time to spend together instead of working, but now I feel bad. I didn’t really help.”

“Pay my drinks and we’re even,” you smiled proudly and turned your head around, looking out the window.

You found a quiet spot at the café and spread your stuff all over the table and chairs while Peter got your drinks and snacks. You grabbed the magazine that you had almost finished and placed it in front of Peter’s seat, so he could see it once he came back. With his hands full, you saw him struggling to get back to your place, so you rushed to him and took the plate full of cheese tacos from him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled and placed your drinks on the table. “Wow! Is that the magazine?”

“Yeah, I’m not quite sure, if I like the cover. What do you think?”

“It’s amazing! I wouldn’t change a thing! No seriously!” he said, seeing that you gave him an annoyed look. “I’m not just saying that because I have absolutely no talent in designing and stuff like that but this is amazing. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, you just have bad luck when it comes to thinking.”

Peter rolled his eyes at you and opened the magazine. It was just a small magazine with four pages and a cover. “But I don’t get it. What do we still have to do? This looks perfectly done to me.”

“Here,” you replied and grabbed the other magazines from your bag. “I got them the other day and I just want to cut out a few advertising and put them in the blank spaces. That’s it. But make sure to find advertising only for fashion or face products. We can’t put any ads for dogs in it,” you laughed and handed him a few magazines.

“I’m not that stupid, you know.”

“It’s better to let someone think you’re stupid than open your mouth and prove it,” you shot back and took a sip of your coffee before you saw him rolling his eyes once more.

You were done in minutes and Peter clued the ads to the blank spaces that you left. You were really proud with your magazine and held it up, looking at it once more.

“You know, you won’t get laid if you stay in a café with him instead of his place,” you heard the bugging voice of Peter’s friend next to you. You dropped your project and looked him straight in the eyes.

“The only way you’ll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken’s ass and wait. So could you please just leave us alone. You know, if you’re waiting for me to care about those stupid comments of yours, you better head over to the counter and get a lunch, ‘cause it’s going to take a while until I do!”

Peter pressed his lips together, trying to hide the smile but he failed miserably and it just burst out. “Dude, just get it that you’re not funny.”

“I don’t like her,” Gabe muttered and frowned. “No, to be honest. I like her. I like her.”

“Just go away Gabe,” Peter groaned and pushed him away.

You shook your head at Gabe and dedicated yourself back at your project. “I like it.”

“You like it? I love it! It’s fantastic! I'm so happy I chose you to be my partner!”

“Chose me?” you asked him and dropped the magazine. “What do you mean chose me? I thought Mrs. Ward put us together.”

“Oh shit,” you head him mutter under his breath. “Uuum, well. I lied.”

“No shit sherlock.”

“Look, I really wanted to get to know you. All I ever heard from you were your easy comebacks or your short and sarcastic comments during lessons,” he explained with a soft voice. “I thought you were really cool and-“

“Not you as well…”

“I don’t understand,” he said confused as you interrupted him.

“Look,” you said with a stern voice. “Everyone I ever get to spend time with, turned out to just spend time with be because they thought I was the cool kid, the one that always causes trouble, the one with the easy comebacks, just like you said. But once I let go of that side of me, they just, I don’t know, don’t want to spend any time with me again. That’s the reason you saw me that night, remember? Sam, the guy I dated, he got sick of me, saying that he just dated me because he thought that I was a daredevil. But once it turned out that I wasn’t, he just dropped me.”

“I’d never do that. I know that deep inside, you’re that loving girl. You care for others around you, especially the once you love. I saw the way you care for your brother or your Mom. It’s just a wall that you build up to hide behind it. I didn’t want to get to know you just because you’re that sarcastic girl. I wanted to get to know the real you and I still want to because I don’t think that I know you well enough. You’ve still got that wall up and I don’t know how to break through.”

“You already did…” you replied and grabbed your drink, holding it tightly. “ And I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing because I’m scared that once I let you in, you’ll run away just like the others.”

“Why should I?”

“I don’t know, Peter. It’s what all the others do. So tell me, why should I make an exception for you?” you asked, your eyes glued to his. You were never good at keeping eye contact, but you really wanted to know what was going on right now.

“Because I like you, Y/N.”

“You don’t, you just like what-“

“No, listen to me, Y/N. I really do. When we were driving down the roads, trying to find your brother and when we were lying on your bed with your head on my thigh, that was the real you. And I like the real you, even though it wasn’t the best situations. I want to spend more time with the real you. And somehow, I get the feeling that once we are finished with our project, you’ll never talk to me again.”

“You sure there’s nothing wrong with you? You really like me?” you asked him, totally shocked. You were sure that he was just joking, but his look told you otherwise.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” he laughed. “Why don’t you spend some more time with me and see it for yourself? I could make us dinner. Let me show you how real men seduce women.”

“Oh my god, don’t say that,” you said as you felt your cheeks reddening.

-

The week fly by and you submitted successfully your assignment to Mrs. Ward. She was quite surprised by your work, especially once you told her that Peter helped you tons. Peter was also really proud of himself that he coaxed you into giving him a chance. He wasn’t bragging or anything like that to his friends. He kept it quiet because he knew that none of his friends would get it right now.

So here you were, Friday evening, sitting on the kitchen counter of the Kavinsky’s while Peter was chopping onions.

“Are you sure that you know what you’re doing?” you asked him, looking over his shoulder. “Yes! Trust me, I’m a good cook. Ask Owen if you don’t believe me or my Mom once she comes home. I cook quite often.”

“Alright, I trust you,” you smiled and watched every step that he made.

Once he had the onions chopped, he grabbed a pan and put olive oil in it, waiting for it to heat up. While doing so, he grabbed a pot and poured water in it, so he could cook the pasta.

“Well, to be honest, you look like you really know how to use a kitchen.”

“You’d be surprised what else I can cook.”

Once the pan was heated up, he put the garlic and onions in and stirred them until it was golden and topped it with a can of mashed tomatoes. He knew exactly what herbs to put in and how to season it. You were impressed by his work.

“Hmm, so delicious,” he groaned as he tasted the sauce. “Want to try?” he asked and grabbed another spoon for you to taste it. You hopped down the counter and took it from Peter.

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

You blew a few times to make sure you wouldn’t burn yourself before you took a spoon full. “Oh wow,” you expressed and put the spoon aside. “That’s delicious.”

“Told you I’m a good cook," he said proudly with a smile on his lips.

You smiled back at him and helped him setting the table for the both of you and his brother Owen as well. Since his Mom was still at work, it was just the three of you. Owen was already sitting at the table before dinner was even ready. So you sat next to him and talked to him while Peter was still waiting for the pasta to be done perfectly.

Every now and then, you caught Peter staring at you with a soft smile on his lips. But to your surprise, he wouldn’t look away so you smiled back at him every time.

“Alright guys, here it is. My super delicious pasta!” he said proudly as he set everything on the table. Owen rolled his eyes at his older brother and loaded his plate with pasta and sauce, leaving the cheese untouched because he didn’t like it.

It was quiet during diner, but no awkward silence. Everyone enjoyed the delicious meal that Peter made. Owen dug in like there was no tomorrow, saying that he still had to do some homework before it was bed time. Peter reminded him that he had plenty of time during the weekend to do so but Owen wanted to have a free weekend with his friends.

Once you were all done, you were back sitting on the kitchen counter while Peter did the dishes. You offered to help him but he declined, saying that no guest should ever do the chores. So you watched him the whole time. During that evening you had enough time to study his moves and his features. To say that he wasn’t good looking would be a total lie, everyone knew.

“How’d you get that scar?” you asked out of nowhere.

Peter turned around and  put the towel on the counter. With his hands behind him, holding onto the counter he grinned at you. “A dog bit me when I was little.”

“Why are you grinning at me like that?” you asked him once you felt uncomfortable with him looking at you like that.

“Nothing,” he lied and turned back around.

“Why am I getting the feeling that this here is getting really awkward?” you asked once more with your head low, looking at your feet that were tangling over the ground.

“Well, I am not the one making this here awkward. I’m just washing the dishes, that’s all.”

“So you mean that I’m the one making it awkward right now?”

“To be honest, yes,” he replied, turning once back around to face you. “Since that day at the café when I told you that I like you, you’re making it so much more harder for me to read you. You never told me what you’re feeling, you never really gave me an answer. And now you’re just sitting over there, probably thinking about something stupid while all I can think about is how to make a move on you.”

“A move on me?” you asked more to yourself, but he heard you anyway. Peter exhaled in response, not knowing how to take step further with you. You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, thinking about everything that had happened in the past two weeks since you spent more time with Peter.

He knew the reason why you were acting the way you were, he knew the secrets that no one else knew. You had let him in from the beginning, yet you were still questioning if he knew you well enough. There was still lots of stuff about you that he didn’t know, but there was still plenty of time for him to get to know you better. So either way, you would let him in completely or keep that awkward friendship with him.

You opened your eyes and stared into the brown ones in front of you. Pushing your one foot up so it touched his thigh, you tried to pull him to you, but you failed, your legs were too small. “So, um, why don’t you just try and make a move on me?” you asked, taking all the courage that you had.

Peter couldn’t trust his ears. He wasn’t sure if you had really asked him that. But when your hand reached for his, he knew that he wasn’t dreaming. You were really giving him permission to kiss you.

His smile grew as he took one large step towards you and put his hands on your thighs, making room for himself in between them. He licked his lips one more time, staring right into your eyes before he closed them and also closed the space between your bodies. But before his lips touched yours, he mumbled. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent.”

Peter’s hands went from your thighs to your face and held it once his lips were finally touching yours. The kiss was shy, tentative at first, as if he was afraid to scare you away once he pressed too hard. You parted your lips, trying to coax him to deepen the kiss and he obligated. Your lips moved in perfect sync and you forgot the world around you for the moment.

Peter melted as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to you. His lips were even softer than you could ever imagined them being but eventually you had to part for air, your chests were both rising and falling rapidly as Peter and you tried to recover.

“What’s with that smile?” Peter asked as he saw the smile that was creeping up your lips.

“I’m just happy is all,” you replied and loosened the grip around his neck, leaving your hands on his shoulders.

“I’m glad,” he smiled back at you and place another quick but tender kiss to your lips. “Come on, let’s got upstairs, so we can do more of that.”

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Cloud Nine | Peter Kavinsky

Word Count: 2.1K+ 

Warnings: Very light make out sesh, slight mention of anxiety, angst, cheating. 

A/N: Hey guys! My name is Lae and this is my first imagine as I’m hopping on the Noah Centineo bandwagon. Let me know if you like this one and would like more. Request are always open. Happy reading! 

          This was definitely not how I would typically spend my Saturday night, but Stasia, my best friend certainly had other plans for us tonight. It was supposed to be a quiet night at my house, binging on popcorn and cheese puffs, but then her boyfriend called. As soon as she picked up the phone, I knew we were going wherever Ace wanted. I didn’t mind too much and Stasia seemed happy with Ace, so I never pushed. If I had known where we would end up that night, I would’ve stayed as close to my bed as humanly possible. Nevertheless, I sat in the backseat of Ace’s jeep, third wheeling once again.  

          “Stasia, did we really have to come to the lacrosse game? He’s here.” Y/N didn’t like to come to school events anymore, really. Partly, because my ex boyfriend was always apart of them, front and center. It was one of the reasons why I loved him so much, but now it was just goddamn annoying. “C’mon honey, he’s on the field it’s not like you’re going to see him. It’ll be fine.” 

         We continued to walked up to ticket booth, showing them our student passes before headed to find a seat on the bleachers. Thankfully, the game had already stared, so we didn’t have to endure all the pre-game nonsense. I respected the sport, I really did, but I didn’t want to see him lead the team out on their first playoff game with everyone screaming his name. Just wasn’t something I wanted to witness or be a part of anymore.

          I hated myself for spotting him immediately, even with his helmet on. His signature white compression, tights he wore underneath his shorts giving him away. Plus, he was the only one wearing them on the field, so it was easy for me to spot him. I tried to pay attention to the conversation Ace and Stasia we’re having, but here I was again, completely enthralled by him. He always had this effect on me, even when we were dating. I couldn’t believe he was my boyfriend and that he wanted me, he chose me. 

          He had been everything to me. He was my best friend who ended up being my boyfriend, but I hadn’t seen him since everything happened. Frankly, I don’t know if I ever wanted to see him. Yet, here I was at his dumbass lacrosse game, courtesy of Ace and Stasia’s need to join the rest of civilization. Although, being here, it made me wonder if I done the right thing. In the moment, it felt like I had all those months ago but seeing him again didn’t clarify any doubts I was currently feeling about him. 

          I watched as the clock winded down to zero, the ring of the buzzer filling the stadium. Everyone cheering loudly due to the win the lacrosse teams scored tonight. The spirits were at a high tonight, and it wasn’t just because of the stoners smoking their blunts. Maybe I could actually use one right now. 

          “You okay, babe?” Y/N looked over at her and gave Stasia a half smile, it was the best I could do given the circumstances. I knew I had zoned out for a moment, so Stasia was waiting for me patiently with her impatient boyfriend.c 

          “Stas, I think I’m gonna stick around for a bit. You guys don’t have to wait up. I’ll be fine.” She gave you a nod, knowing this wasn’t something she should push, before ushering Ace in the other direction towards the exit.

          As soon as everyone filled out of the field, that’s when I began walking towards the locker room before I even knew where my feet were carrying me.  I stood to the far right of the entrance, waiting for everyone to come out, knowing he’s always the last one to leave. I felt my palms begin to sweat, and my hands began to shake but I couldn’t back out. This was the closest I had come to confronting him in the months we’d had been apart. I needed to do this for me. A few moments later he came out of the locker room, and I couldn’t believe it was him. Right in front of me. His tall stature making me feeling incredibly small, insignificant even. 

          “Peter?” He stopped dead in his tracks, knowing that voice was only existed in his dreams now. You couldn’t really be here. You never were anymore. If he tried to talk to you, you always went in the other direction. Peter tried for a few months, but eventually gave up on being your friend again. You so clearly wanted nothing to do with him and he had to accept it. Although, he still found himself thinking about you from time to time. You were his first and he was yours, it was hard to give up something like that. 

          “Y/N? What are you doing here?” I wasn’t really sure what to say. I didn’t really know why I thought this was a good idea. I knew it wasn’t. If it included Peter and I, it never was. We tried to make ourselves fit as a couple so hard, but we just never did. 

          “I actually don’t know. Just, um, please forget you saw me here tonight. Cool? Thanks.” I tried to walk away from him, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him.

         For the first time in months, I was looking at Peter and he was focused in on me and it felt suffocating. His hand had intertwined with mine, while the other left limp at my side. Peter’s curls fell perfectly on his face, still looked a little damp, but perfect nonetheless. 

            God, the way he was looking at me had to be intoxicating. He looked like a deer in headlights, and I wasn’t sure if I should feel prideful that I still had this effect on him or frightened I still did. The beautiful brown haired boy with wholesome brown eyes, looking down on me like I aligned the stars in the sky. Just for him, but we both knew I wasn’t that kind. 

          “Please, don’t go yet. I need a second with you.” I gulped, very fucking loudly or at least that’s what it felt like. My nerves already kicking in with the slight physical contact with Peter.

          Then, his hand left mine and I felt exposed in the cool autumn hair without his warmth until I felt his hands cupped my cheeks, and I felt warm again. Peter’s thumb slowly grazed my lip, which had to be quivering by now, but I was completely okay with it this time around. Slowly, he leaned down so his forehead was leaning against mine, shuffling his body closer to mine. My hands found his waist, wanting to feel secure while I’m with him a moment longer. It didn’t matter how long it had been or the issues we had with one another, he was my home. Whether it was platonically or romantically, it was the truth. 

          Peter was so close to me now. So close. I could hear every breath he inhaled, and feel every exhale. “Please, don’t leave me again.” My heart broke at Peter’s words, yet I said nothing. We just continued to hold each other, neither of us wanting the moment to end. Although, maybe Peter knew this wasn’t good for either of us, so he backed away, losing any contact we once held before.

          Peter stood there uncomfortably, the intimacy of the moment they shared suddenly hitting him. He knew he shouldn’t have been this close with you, especially not when he had a girlfriend.

          “Yeah, right. How could I forget? I should go, Peter. I’m sorry.” I walked away from him and I began walking home, alone and in the dark. Such a perfect fit in comparison to the rest of her life. Until, Peter ran up towards you, against all internal wishes you had for yourself and for him as well. 

          “Y/N, I can’t let you walk alone, in the dark at night. Let me take you home.” You knew he was right so you let him do just that. Here you were again, in Peter’s Jeep and you could almost smell her perfume lingering in his car. Every time you thought of her, you felt like you didn’t have a place with him anymore. She was his best friend and his girlfriend. What could you be to him? You had been replaced and as selfish as it sounds you wanted to be that to him again but reality is a real bitch slap in the face. 

          There you sat confused as ever when Peter’s hand found your exposed thigh, your short dress slightly hiked up. I looked up at him, but his line of focus stood with the road in front of him. I decided not to think anything of it as I faced the other window. 

          Finally, we arrived at my home, which was right next to Peter’s. Always so convenient as he would like to say. For some reason, we both still sat in the car with the engine still on. Maybe we didn’t want the night to end because when it did, I’d have to forget about this night entirely if I still wanted to maintain my sanity.  

          “I want to say something just in case I never get to say it again.” Y/N looked at Peter again, before slowly nodding her head, waiting for him to speak. Silently, scared of what he might say. 

          “You need to know I never meant to hurt you. The way it all went down wasn’t my intention nor was it the plan. I loved you, Y/N. More than I have loved anyone, and I fucked it up. I know that. I should’ve went to you about everything, but I went to Lara Jean and it’s so fucking messy, now. I made my choice and I know I should stick to it, but don’t I have the right to change my mind?” I shook my head. He’s just having a lapse of misconstructed judgement, and then this feeling will be over. He’ll be over me, and I’ll be the one that has to move on. Peter will be with Lara Jean, and I’ll be the one alone, once again. Setting the reset button all over again was something I was so desperately trying to avoid. 

          “Peter, just leave it alone. All three of us know, Lara Jean is the one you’re in love with. Let’s all do each other a favor and bury this in the ground and never dig it up again.” I never understood why Peter couldn’t just leave it, alone. I just wanted to leave it all in the past.

          I unbuckled my seat belt, turning to say goodbye to him, before I left the car but he had other plans. Before I even knew it was happening, he grabbed me by the waist, lifting me over to his side, so I was sitting on his lap.

          “Peter, what the hell is your problem?” There he sat, as he stared at me intensely, without uttering a sound. In the back of my mind, I had the itching reminder that the boy’s lap I’m sitting on has a girlfriend. I tried to remove myself from him by opening the door, but Peter just closed it shut again. Persistent as ever.

          “Fuck. You’re my problem. You always will be.” With that, he’s lips found mine and I forgot every thought roaming through my head. My fingers threaded through his curly locks, as I kissed him back with a passion I hadn’t felt in so long. He’s tongue traced my bottom lip, side to side, teasing for an entrance I wasn’t willing to give, just yet.

          Peter grabbed me by my hips, encouraging me to move them with his own. I immediately gasped out in surprise, his tongue slotting in at the moment of vulnerability. He kissed me as if this was going to be the last time, and I believe it would be. So, I was going to do something I’d only ever done with Peter. I don’t think it’ll ever feel right if I ever did it with anyon me else. This was the chance which was given to me and I would take. I would accept any consequences along with it.

          I pulled away from Peter for just a second, slipping off my lace thong, before stuffing it in the pocket of his gym shorts. Kissing him hard and fast, once again.

          Peter was now clear on exactly where this was going and part of him wishes this would end, for Lara Jean’s sake and for his own. He didn’t know if he could ever come back from this or how he would. There was a clear line he was crossing with Y/N and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. 

          It wasn’t that Peter didn’t want to have sex with you because he really fucking did. You were the most beautiful person he ever had the pleasure of knowing, inside and out. You genuinely cared about people, and always put everyone’s needs before your own, but he had a girlfriend. Peter definitely didn’t want to make you feel like the other woman. It wasn’t who you were to him and he didn’t want to compromise who you were just because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Peter knew everything you stood for and it’s why he loved you so much. He would hate himself if he turned you into the other woman.  

          Peter pulled away from you, detaching his lips from your for a moment. “Can we pause for a second?” I nodded slightly, thinking I did something wrong. Honestly, what had I been thinking? Peter would come back running to me when he had Lara Jean. She was perfect. They were perfect together. Yet, here I was again with him. Awkwardly, just sitting in his lap with my panties in his pocket completely exposed to him.

          “Umm, did I, uh, do something wrong?” I ran my finger through my hair nervously like I always did, before returning them to my lap. I knew I was being absolutely selfish in this scenario, but it was Peter. I couldn’t help it when it came to him. 

          “No, of course not. You’re perfect.” Peter cradled my face in his left hand, with his right arm around my waist. “It’s just, um, Lara Jean and I are still together and I need to figure some stuff out. Yeah?” I nodded my head, understanding the situation I had put us in. I needed to give him time to process everything that had happened between us and maybe I did to. This was Peter Kavinsky we were talking about. There was always strings attached, most of the time they were pulling at my heart. 

          Before, I could say or do anything I heard a loud knock on the door and I was faced with Lara Jean with a look that would kill as I sat on Peter’s lap with my thong hanging out of his shorts. 

Fuck, what had I gotten myself into. 

[harrys-oh-anna]

The Morning After

Warnings. None, just fluff, a night at a bar and an affectionate Noah :’)

Tip: The picture above is Noah, facing you at the breakfast table. (I’m done...)

Plot: Your friend dragged you out to a bar and somehow you managed to spend the night with a very handsome guy. But what does the morning after hold for you two?

“No, no, don’t hide from me, darling.” He snickered, holding your hands to his chest.

“Yep, here we go. Well see, what do we have here? A very shy Y/N. What a nice view to look at this particular morning” he slowly let go of you as he beamed, taking a short glimpse of our lips.

“What do you think of breakfast?” he asked “I can cook the best breakfast in the whole wide world. Toast with fried eggs and bacon, sounds good?”

You nodded. “Do you have peanut butter as well?” a grin playing around your lips as you suddenly noticed how hungry you actually were.

“Yeah I do. So do you rather want some peanut butter toast?” he asked, his fingers lightly placing falling hair behind you ear.

“No, I need it for ‘The Elvis’.”

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up this morning was the sound of the rain pounding against the window. You felt warm, totally secure and in peace. You heard low puffs of breathing and a radiant heat from behind you, which made you curl up in the sheets even more. You enjoyed the silence and the thunderstorm. It calmed you, knowing that the nature was drowning, while you were cosied up.You slowly opened your still heavy eyes, taking in your surroundings. The rain was hitting the window hard and the dimly lit room was soothing, It was a blank room in white and cream shades, being decorated with a few grey accents - and your clothes on the floor.

You had to smile, remembering last night as you slowly turned around to the snoring person laying sprawled out next to you. You put the covers upwards to your chin, hiding in them so the cold air of the room couldn’t get to you, as their heaviness comforted you even more. You were able to smell his Cologne on the bed sheets, as you inhaled deeply. He was sleeping peacefully with his mouth a tad open, snoring quietly. His face at total rest while his bare chest was raising steadily. It all felt so natural. You still can’t believe the actions of last night and how the night played out.

Your friend Janine came over to yours to held your weekly movie-night. Yet as she turned up your doorstep, not wearing her worn-out jumper and some joggers, but instead a nice dress and some heels, you knew that you wouldn’t get to watch your favourite rom-com on TV. You were just ten minutes into the film as she finally succeeded in persuading you to go out and about. You agreed reluctantly. Usually you would be watching at least two movies, while snacking and chatting along to it. Yet as she didn’t want to stop annoying you about how girls your age should get out of their flat on a Friday night, partying. That it has been months since you two went to a Karaoke Bar and how you two could still do a movie-night the next day. And that’s why you found yourself running down the busy night streets of LA, thirty minutes later. The pelting rain, which suddenly appeared after you left your apartment building, hitting hard on your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how you actually preferred a night in, sipping a few glasses of the cheap red wine and sinning on these chocolate cookies. But instead you were cold, totally drenched from head to toe (you were sure your socks and knickers were soaked as well) and the Karaoke Bar wasn’t in sight at all.

Janine was rushing you through a small alley as a sign with the word “Bar” in bold red letters appeared. You didn’t have to think twice to seek some shelter in it, waiting for the rain to stop and to warm up a bit. Frankly, the outside of the bar didn’t look welcoming at all and you were sure you didn’t want to spend more time than needed inside, but it was better than standing outside for sure. Maybe the barkeeper could call you a cap, so you could finally head home and catch a few late-night episodes of the Friends re-run.

But except from entering a worn-down biker bar with some old men drinking beer, you were flashed with an interior that didn’t quite match the concrete façade altogether. The whole room was flooded with fairy-lights, while a dark brown wooden counter rested in the middle of the room and armchairs were spread around the whole place, inviting guests to sprawl themselves in. Your eyes beamed as you saw a big shelf reaching from one side of the room to the other, full of different kinds of books. You instantly fell in love with this place and weren’t that mad anymore to have left your cosy home.

Janine headed to the bar, ordering some drinks, while you settled down on an armchair in the very back of the room, listening to the banter of the people around you. You really enjoyed hearing them laugh and having fun. There even was a live band covering songs to which you sang along and the more your glass of alcohol emptied the more your inside heated up again.

You didn’t know how long you already were in here, but as your returned from your way to the bar desk, ordering another round for your table, you suddenly bumped into a strong broad shoulder. You never were a solid standing person and so the encounter threw you back a bit, making you fall onto the ground. But before you really touched it, your right hand was grabbed, and you were already pulled back up on your feet by the owner of said broad shoulder.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. Stupid me. Are you alright down there?” the boy in front of you asked. You opened your eyes, which you automatically closed as you were awaiting your bum to hit the ground. But instead of looking in some random boring face, you stared directly in a pair of warm and worried looking brown eyes, scanning your face for any hint of anger. You couldn’t move, you were paralyzed. This boy literally took your breath away. You could not believe the affect his eyes had on your mind.

“Is everything good?” he asked once again. You shook your head to get rid of the fog inside your head. You weren’t sure if your brain was working that slow because of the alcohol in your system or because he was just so handsome.

“No, I’m a little… No, I mean yes. Yes, I’m alright. Thanks for catching me. Sometimes I’m a bit clumsy.” You uttered, offering him a little smile, which he returned warm-hearted.

“Don’t worry. It was my fault, shouldn’t have turned over that fast. But I slipped earlier, and everyone saw, so jokes on me, right? The whole rain makes everything slippery, I guess.” He paused, smiling at you again. “I’m Noah, by the way.”

“Yeah, the rain is terrible. It totally drenched my friend and me. My clothes are still wet and - oh, I’m Y/N, Nice to – “

You stopped mid-sentence as you suddenly were aware that he didn’t let go of your hand since he pulled you up. And you didn’t let go either. You stared at your entwined hands for a moment, but quickly pulled yours back, while the heat of embarrassment was creeping up your cheeks, tinting them in a soft pink. Noah chuckled at your reaction as he pulled his one away as well, scratching the back of his head with it. The short conversation was followed by a bit of silence, in which both of you didn’t know what do or say. But as you decided to end this whole encounter with showing him another smile and already wanted to raise your hand to wave him goodbye, it seemed like he gained back his consciousness and eventually spoke up once more.

“I know it’s already late, but I wanted to fetch my friend Mark from this bar, he works here, but he just told me that he isn’t done yet. So if you’re free, I can get us a few drinks until his shift’s over and your clothes are dry again. But only if you want to, you know, like if you’re not busy or – “Noah rambled, eying his shoes as his cheeks flushed a light pink as well. You couldn’t believe how well the tint fitted his olive skin tone, making him even more adorable.  

“No! I’m not busy. My friend’s sitting over there, you can join us” you answered him relieved, pointing over to Janine, who was already watching curiously what was going on between you and the good-looking stranger. He showed you a wide grin, as he followed you to your booth.

A few hours later his friend’s shift has ended a long time ago and your clothes had been dry since forever as you were still glued on the armchairs, having fun. After he told you a bit about himself, you made up your mind that Noah was indeed a charming guy, with a big heart and with whom you could have a lot of fun. As the night dragged on you did also notice how he seemed to scoot over closer to you from time to time. At first, he was just sitting next to you, asking you some random questions about why you moved from the UK to the US and listened attentively to what you want to become once you have finished Uni. But as the amount of alcohol increased he started to loosen up a bit more and cracked silly jokes, which never failed to make you laugh out loud, almost spitting out your drink, while he worked on slinging his arm over the back of your chair, slowly wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you a bit more into his side. Or how he “accidently” kept stroking your knee with his until it rested next to yours, touching it totally. But in the last hour he had grown even more confident and put his hand closer and closer to your thigh until he ended up with drawing little patterns on it absently while he was wrapped up into the playful discussion your best friend and Mark, who joined you as well, had going. Chuckling lowly on how serious both took the banter.

You would be lying if you said that it didn’t startled you at first. No one has ever been that forward with you after such a short amount of time  and the thought creeped into your head that he may was just an affectionate drunk and acted the same with his friends on a night out. Yet as he continued glancing over to you and taking in every single word you said, you caught your heart speeding faster and louder. You suddenly felt so enclosed with him, like you had known him for years. There was this kind of bond, something unknown pulling you closer to each other every worn on second and it felt good. Even if it was just for this moment.

As the bar owner finally called it a night, you felt disappointment and didn’t want to say goodbye just yet, fearing that you probably will never see him again. But as the four of you were walking down the street, Janine and Mark in front of Noah and you, his finger kept brushing against yours, sending little sparks whenever you fairly touched. You held your breath as you gathered all your courage. You intertwined your fingers with his, eying him sideways to take in his reaction. You already wanted to let go of it as the outer corners of your eyes saw how a smile spread on Noah’s face. He pulled your body   a bit back,slowing you down so the other two wouldn’t hear what he was about to say. He eyed you hopefully as he told you that his place was just a few minutes of a cab ride away and, if he remembers it correctly, he still had some hot chocolate left in his kitchen cabin. You both could sip on it , while he showed you his Vinyl Collection he told you earlier about. He also offered you his guest room to crash in, so you didn’t have to drive home late at night.

You eagerly nodded, agreeing on him as his eyes lit up. He tucked you under his arm, yelling to the other ones, that you two would be leaving. You promised Janine to text her as soon as you were at his home and to stay in contact with her just to make sure that he wasn’t a serial killer, who was keen on killing you, while Mark was pulling kissing faces into your direction, to which Noah, plastered with a lopsided grin, only shook his head to.

The cab ride was full of careful touches and giggly conversation, raging a fire in your belly for him as he didn’t stop to compliment you.

“You know, she’s the prettiest girl I have ever seen”, he told the cab driver as if you weren’t sitting right next to him, with your head rested on his shoulder, hiding your blushing cheeks, while he stroked his thumb over your still intertwined hands.

“She’s just … I don’t know … I’m speechless. And I swear her name’s the prettiest I’ve ever heard as well. Breath-taking. That’s the right word. She’s totally breath-taking.” He rambled on.

The cab driver just hummed, not really spending attention to what he was saying. But it didn’t matter, because you soaked in every word and somehow, he made you feel special and giddy at the same time. Needless to say, that you didn’t spent the night in his guest room, but instead in his master’s bedroom. Which takes you to where you are right now. In Noah’s king-sized bed, tucked underneath the heavy grey covers.

You watched him, as his browns frowned and a subtle pout appeared on his lips. Taking in every single detail of him to remember it for later. The longer you overserved him, how his lips moved in his sleep, how he seemed so calm and so perfect, the more insecure you became. What if he expected you to be gone before he wakes up? He was a good looking guy and he had for sure brought some other girls in here as well, you weren’t the only one. Suddenly you were unsure if you should leave or stay, you’ve never been one to make love with someone you’ve just met before and so you had absolutely no idea which was the right way to behave. What if he didn’t feel the same connection as you? Or what if he now, being sober, doesn’t see anything attractive in you? On the other hand wouldn’t it be even more strange to just leave? What if he catches you right in the act? Waking up right in the moment when you pull up your pants?

But before you could even make up your mind on what was the best thing to do, you heard him lowly mumbling as he lazily started to stretch out his long limbs and turned over onto his side body, facing you and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. Your heart stopped beating as his warm hand stroke your heated skin underneath his shirt you were wearing. He slowly fluttered his droopy eyes open, squinting to adjust to the light as they finally focus on you. He instantly flashed you a sleepy lopsided smile.

“Good morning” his voice was still raspy, but you didn’t mind at all. Not one bit.

“Good morning” you chirped back, your voice being muffled, since the blanket still covered half of your face.

“Are you still freezing? Thought last night’s actions should have warmed you up” he chuckled lowly, wiggling his eyebrows in a mocking way. But as he saw how your cheeks glowed up in a dark pink once again and your eyes refused to meet his, he couldn’t stop his chuckles. His name escaped your lips in a scolding tone, while you were trying to hide your face furthermore in the heavy duvet. Noah just hugged your body closer, as his eyes sparkled even more. The memories of what you two have done in his bed in the early morning hours flashed your mind as he kept trying to pull your hands down gently. You couldn’t help but join into his chuckles.

“No, no, don’t hide from me, darling.” He snickered, holding your hands to his chest.

“Yep, here we go. Well see, what do we have here? A very shy Y/N. What a nice view to look at this particular morning” he slowly let go of you as he beamed, taking a short glimpse of our lips.

You couldn’t resist but just smile widely from ear to ear as well, being totally unable to wipe it off your face anytime soon, you felt like a little child falling in love for the first time over again. But there was no help in sight. His long chocolate curls were hanging low into his face and you had to withdraw the need to stroke them softly out his gorgeous eyes, which stared so intensively into yours, spreading a warm fuzzy feeling in your belly.

“What do you think of breakfast?” he asked “I can cook the best breakfast in the whole wide world. Toast with fried eggs and bacon, sounds good?”

You nodded. “Do you have peanut butter as well?” a grin playing around your lips as you suddenly noticed how hungry you actually were.

“Yeah I do. So do you rather want some peanut butter toast?” he asked, his fingers lightly placing falling hair behind you ear.

“No, I need it for ‘The Elvis’.”

He kept his glance on you for a few more seconds, trying to understand if you were joking or not.

“The Elvis?” he asked, looking confused as ever.

“Yep, it’s my special treat for special days.” you explained, already thinking about hoe good it will feel to feed your tummy.

“Alright, but what is ‘The Elvis’?” he tried once more, still not knowing what about exactly you were so fond.

“Are you serious? You don’t know what ‘The Elvis’ is?” you looked him dead in the eye as he just shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head no.

“And I thought you were the American.” You fake gasped “Peanut butter and Bacon? Aka the best combination ever? Sweet meets salty! You need to try it!” you exclaimed, sitting up excitedly on the bed.

He watched you sternly for another second unsure if this really was something nice to eat, but as he saw how your lips were puckering, you both fitted in another giggle.

“That’s sounds so strange, I need to try it myself.” he told you before he got out of the bed, handing you over a big hoodie and some joggers to put atop of his big T-Shirt hanging long on your shoulder.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!”you reminded him proudly.

After he left the bedroom, you headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You heared him lowly humming along to a song on the radio as you passed a mirror in the hallway and took a sight of yourself in it. Even though the clothes were way too big, you liked the way you looked in them or rather drowned in. Totally wrapped up in Noah and Noah’s smell, you grinned like a Cheshire cat as you entered the bathroom.

While you were getting ready, Noah has started to prepare your breakfast. You didn’t miss the way he was eying you as you walked into the kitchen, propping yourself up on the counter across of where he was standing, peering into the pan where he scrambled some eggs. He also wore a big hoodie and some joggers, matching your look quite well. You drowned in the thought of how nice it would feel to cuddle him right here and right now. He seemed so fluffy and cuddly, with his tousled hair and observant look on you. You could get used to him, faster than you liked.

You were torn out of your imagination as Noah handed you a big pastel green cup with white dots on it and a dark brown liquid inside. It smelled incredible sweet and reminded you of your childhood as you took a sip. You hummed pleased as the warm chocolate taste was slowly spreading on your tongue. Noah watched you curiously.

“Promised you a hot chocolate last night and I keep my promises. Do you like it?”

“It tastes amazing. It’s the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had, it really is.” You told him as you took another sip of the warm liquid. You may as well never want to drink any other hot chocolate. It’s sweet but not too sweet and you could drown in it. Not like you would ever tell him, but no matter what he had poured into this cup, you would have devoured it.

“Lucky me, I feared you would instantly run off if you didn’t like it. I have no croissants though.” He was filling two plates with scrambled eggs and carried them to the kitchen table, so you both could sit down.

Two hours later your bellies were filled with delicious food and you had poured down your second cup of the sweet liquid, as you kept on talking. Everything just felt so at ease with him, so carefree. You hadn’t felt like this since a long time. Around him it wasn’t hard to be yourself. You forgot every worry on your mind.  He was everything you ever wanted. There was almost no topic, you couldn’t talk about. And he really seemed to care about your life. You spotted how he always crinkled his nose when you had an amusement story to tell about your daily life, which made him cackle or how his eyes travelled down to your lips when you were rambling on about some random things that happened to you recently. And you identified a special way of tenderness when he did it, leading your heart to almost burst. Right as he was telling you a story about how he once was bitten by dog but how he still loved them with all his heart, your mobile phone started ringing, bringing you both back into reality.

“Well, guess I have to leave. I promised my neighbour to go grocery shopping with her today. She’s pretty old and can’t do it on her own, so I need to help her out. She’s already waiting.” You explained, after you ended the phone call with the elderly woman, putting it back into your bag as you sat up from the table, quickly entering the bedroom to put on your last night’s clothes.

Noah’s feet were tapping nervously as he waited for you at his front door, leaning at the wall next to it. You both just stared at each other in silence, a tensed mood filling the room as no one knew how to say goodbye to each other. You two were far from dating or being friends but had shared something so personal last night, as you drifted into your own world, totally forgetting that it was still spinning outside. After a few more unsure eye shots, Noah just pulled you into an awkward side hug, slowly putting the hoodie he wore earlier over your head as he let go off you.

“You can wear it for your way home. You know, it’s still chilly out there and you seem to be always freezing. So yeah, you can keep it.”

You were surprised by his act of kindness and how he cared about you, being a bit speechless, but you gained your senses back quite quickly as butterflies started to explode in your belly. How could he be so affectionate and caring? You put your arms through the sleeves, rolling them up, so your hands weren’t hidden anymore.

“Thanks, I will bring it over to yours and leave it at your front door this week. Alright?” You stated.

“Nah. Really, keep it. I have hundreds of them folded in my closet and it looks better on you anyway.” He smirked a lopsided grin, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his cheesy comment, while rolling your eyes. You were a bit sad, that he didn’t want it back, you would have tried to accidently meet him, when you were placing it. On the brightside you at least had a little reminder of him in which you could burry yourself into for those lonely nights.

You hugged him once again, this time squeezing him tighter than before and waved him goodbye as you stepped outside, rushing down the pathway of his house. However, before you could even make it halfway to his gate you heard him shouting out.

“Y/N?” you turned around and walked the path up to him again, meeting him at the front door where he was standing, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his joggers.

“What do you think about doing it the right way?” he broke through another short silence.

“The right way? What do you mean?” you frowned, not quite understanding where he was heading.

“Like taking you out on a proper date, really getting to know you and you really getting to know me. Usually I don’t do this whole thing. You know. This whole “one night and leave the morning after”. But you just overwhelmed me yesterday. How flustered you looked as you entered the bar in your wet clothes and how happy you turned when you saw the bookshelf. And suddenly you didn’t seem to longer care about the rain leaving you drenched. You just sang along to the songs and enjoyed where life has thrown you into. I just don’t know. You had me wrapped up. Yeah, so I would be really happy if you would like to go on a date with me.” He looked you seriously in the eyes, hoping you would understand what he means, hoping you were feeling the same way. His heart was beating rapidly.

“Wait, so you noticed me before you bumped into me?”

“Yeah.” He answered, looking a tad frustrated that this was the only thing you seemed to have heard.

“I’m still sorry for that, by the way. But I’m also glad it happened, not gonna lie. I had no idea on how to approach you at all. Feels like it was destiny.” He shrugged his shoulders, a heat creeping up his neck. “Well stop, scratch the destiny part. Sounds pretty stupid.” He frowned.

You stared at him blankly, before you broke into a fit of uncontrolled laughter. He just blinked, not being able to read your reaction, but you couldn’t help it. Somehow it was one of the cutest ways someone has ever asked you out and somehow you couldn’t get the picture out of your head how you met someone so lovely while almost falling on your bum.

“Believe me, you could have hit on me with one of these cheesy lines and I wouldn’t have turned you down.” You paused for a second, while grinning from ear to ear.

“If I had just realized this back then, I know like a ton.” A relieved smile broke onto his lips.

“Well, you need to give me a taster of them when we go on our date then. Don’t want to miss this unique experience.”

“Wait, Really? You want me to take you out on a date?” he beamed at you stunned.

“Yes. I really do.” You nodded at him assuring, as his eyes twinkled even more.

“How about Sunday morning? I can fetch you and we can go to this little French café. It serves the best croissants.” He suggested as you were already agreeing.

After you both were finally able to part, giggling like little teenager as you were exchanging phone numbers, you were eventually on your way back home, not believing how much changed in one night.

And as the sun slowly made its way from hiding behind the dark clouds, warming up your face, leaving the whole rain behind. You think about how you have never been more thankful for a rainy night in LA.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for your kind words about the PreView. I really poured my heart into it, and I do hope to meet your expectations! Lots of love out to you all. Spread kindess, spread positivity and enjoy life! -Anna

[noahcentineotm-blog]

➙ “If you make any noise, they’ll find us. So be quiet.”

➙ Noah Centineo imagine | #17 🌼

“Move over” you giggled, trying to swat his chest as he layed over you. Literally, on top of you.

“No, I’m comfortable” He slurred, his face pressed against your chest.

“Noah” you squealed while giggle trying to wiggle underneath him.

“Shhh” he mumbled moving his face from your chest to the crock of your neck, placing a quick kiss before nuzzling into it “If you make any noise, they’ll find us. So be quiet.” his lips brushing against your neck with every word he spoke, only causing you to laugh even harder.

He was supposed to be on for an interview in a little and with not seeing much of eachother today, Noah decide it would be a good idea to sneak away to the dressing room for some time alone. The most obvious place to be, yeah. But you were alone, and that’s all that mattered.

“you’re crushing me, babe” you whined, but let out a little sigh when you felt him kiss your neck, trailing his way from the base of your neck and making his way up. Your hand instinctively went under his shirt and trailed up and down his bare back. Once he reached your face, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, baby” he mumbled against your lips before flipping you over so he was now laying, back pressed against the couch with you straddling him. His hands went to your hips, holding you in place as you leaned down reconnecting your lips.

Your hips bucked against him when you felt his hand slip under your top and onto the peak of your back, also causing you to arch into him making a small moan slip out from him.

you pulled away, your forehead still against his “If you make any noise they’ll find us, so be quiet” you mocked him with a smile and an eye roll to break the tension. you weren’t going to start something he couldn’t finish, he had an interview in literally five minutes.

His hands griped your waist even harder as he laughed “you drive me crazy, Babe”

You leaned back in giving him a quick peck “you love me” you cooed, your fingers going through his hair messing with his curls.

➙ A/N: Taking requests

[probably-writing-x]

No Apologies.

~A Noah Centineo Imagine~

Work had been overwhelmingly stressful all week. As a freelance photographer, there were certain times when this would happen. You had a wedding, a christening, a family shoot and a dog shoot all to edit and go through before next week so it felt as though you hadn't left your screen all week. Which, really, you hadn't. Though your own fatigue or stress was nothing on the fact that it meant you'd not seen or barely spoken to Noah all week. The two of you had the type of relationship that meant you were always engaging in an endless string of texts, calls and dates. But this week had made all of that fall flat. Noah had still texted you every day and even tried to ring sometimes but you never had the time to respond with anything more than a few words. And it was horrible. Today, it was meant to be your weekly date and it was your turn to plan something. You felt so awful for how much you had ignored him for the past seven days that you wanted it to be special.

Luckily, last night was spent preparing it all so you could leave early this morning - hopefully with an attempt at making ammends for this past week.

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Noah's place was not far from yours and you had got your own key from him since you were over there all the time usually.

"Babe?" You start as you walk in but the apartment is still dark.

His bedroom door is ajar slightly so you start there, dropping your supplies on the kitchen table.

Your boyfriend's bedroom was still shadowed in a curtain-protected darkness and you could see his form still snuggled into the comfort of his sheets.

"Come on, up and at 'em soldier," You laugh, tugging open the fabric curtains and turning to face him.

"Go away," He grumbles, keeping his eyes closed as he rolls onto his back.

"Are you annoyed at me?" You stick out your bottom lip in a hope of projecting some innocence.

"Well, you know," He shrugs, "It's not great to be ignored by your girlfriend for a whole week. I was starting to think you were cheating on me,"

With that, you jump onto the bed, hovering over him by holding yourself up on your arms.

He tucks his hand underneath his head and peeks through slightly open eyes at you.

"I'm definitely not cheating on you," You confirm, "And I wasn't ignoring you. I've just been ridiculously busy and I had no time,"

"Oh you had no time for your favourite person?" He rolls his eyes, acting like a teenager.

"I have time now alright Mr," You poke him in the stomach, "So we're going for our date day,"

Noah closes his eyes once more, "No can do, I'm too busy today,"

"Too busy for what I'd call my best date plan so far?" You raise your brows and soon his eyes ease open.

"You're not forgiven just yet," He pouts and you press a kiss to his lips to silence any more complaining that would come from them.

Noah's hands find your waist and he tugs you closer to him, kissing you with all the passion that he had missed.

"Certainly very touchy for someone who's annoyed at me," You chuckle as his hands go behind you and slightly south of your waist.

"I've missed you," He mumbles against your lips, completely forgetting his act of being angry, "Really, really missed you,"

"We can continue this later, babe," You smile, pushing yourself away from him with all your strength, "But, now, it's time for our date,"

Eventually, Noah is out of bed and getting ready. Whilst he is in the shower, you start the beginning of your date.

Leaving a note and his first clue on the table, you grab the rest of your things and exit the apartment quickly.

~~~Noah's POV~~~

When I was ready, I came back out into the kitchen of the apartment but was not met with (y/n) as I thought I would be.

"Babe?" I call, picking up the piece of paper on my kitchen counter.

'It all starts here gorgeous! Take this napkin to the place that it reminds you of most where you get one step closer to the main part of today xoxo'

I couldn't help but laugh, she must've been up all night planning this. It warmed my heart to know it was all for a date for us two. There was nothing more than that, she was going through all of this effort to just make sure that we'd have a good date. She really must've felt guilty.

I took the note and the napkin and knew exactly where the next step would be. The coffee shop where I'd first given her my number. It was back when she used to work there and I'd been building up the courage to give it to her for weeks based only on our short conversations whilst she made my order. I will never forget the way she spoke with such ambition about her future, such passion for her dreams and such compassion for the world and the people in it. It was like she was saying everything perfectly. And that's when I knew.

"Order for Noah?" The barrista calls from behind the counter, setting down a paper bag on the surface before turning to the next customer.

I frown and pick up the bag, finding a chocolate brownie inside. The smile fell back onto my lips instantly and I took the note out to read what idea she would have next.

'Looks like your memory is better than you say it is, congrats! Next, think about where you FINALLY decided to kiss me. One step closer my love xx'

Again, it was an instant response. The park about a street away from here. We'd been on a couple of dates by that point and they'd all gone really well but I felt so ridiculously nervous about it all. It wasn't like another girl when I was willing to just 'see how it went'. I knew more than anything that she was the one. And I was terrified of screwing it up by being too forward. Luckily, that didn't last too long.

~~~Flashback~~~

"There's just no way!" She exclaims, her moving hand gestures accentuating her annoyance, "How can you even say that Batman would win against Spiderman?"

I couldn't help but laugh, hands stuffed into the pockets of my jeans, "I just think Batman's cooler,"

"Yeah but Spiderman would still win," She shakes her head, "Batman has no real power, he's just rich!"

I roll my eyes but want her to carry on. I admired how passionate she could get about any topic- even superheroes.

"And realistically, Spiderman could just-"

I have a sudden urge to stop her from saying anything more so I spin her round and press my lips to hers. At first, it's light because I was fearful of her response. But then she's kissing back. And my hands are holding her waist and hers are resting on my shoulders. It's like something out of a film.

"Spiderman would still win," She mumbles against my lips and both of our mouths curl into the biggest smiles.

~~~Present Day~~~

'Congratulations babe! And my point still remains, Spiderman is better and always will be. Okay, you're probably missing me too much now so your final task is to get to the place you told me you loved me for the first time. See you soon handsome ;)'

And how could I ever forget? The roof of the hotel. I'd taken (y/n) to an event there and it was the most boring thing I've ever been to. I felt so guilty about it because I'd just wasted one of our dates. She took me up to the roof and we watched the view of the city for ages, and I told her I loved her. I'd known it for months before that but I was always so fearful of admitting it. It felt like a vulnerability I wasn't willing to have again. But I knew she'd be the last person I'd say it to.

"(Y/N)?" I frown as I walk through the ajar door onto the rooftop.

There are fairy lights scattered around the edge of the wall and a section of the concrete was covered by blankets, duvets and cushions. There was a wicker basket partially open with two plates set out beside it and two glasses.

"Is this enough for you to forgive me?" Her voice is quiet and perhaps relieved.

I spin around and she's stood behind me holding out two books.

My face turns from surprise to joy as I wrap her in the biggest bear hug possible.

"I brought your favourite and my favourite," She explains and finds my hand to lead me over to her set up.

"This is-" I begin but can't find an adjective good enough to describe it.

"An apology," She sighs, turning to face me once more and taking both of my hands in her littler ones, "I'm sorry I haven't made any time for you this week and I've been so blunt whenever I did reply to you. Works just been really stressful and I'm definitely glad it's all done now,"

"No apology needed, darling," I mutter, leaning down and pressing a soft, longing kiss to her lips.

(Please send in any requests)

[lausscribbles]

A Good Excuse x Peter Kavinsky

Based on following ‘AU’ : ‘How the hell does your cat keep getting into my house’ 

 ‘Meow, meow.’

You sigh when you hear the all too familiar sound downstairs. ‘That damn cat,’ you mutter, while you get up from behind your desk and walk downstairs. And there he indeed is again, the black and white kitten from your neighbors. ‘How do you keep on doing it?’ You wonder aloud, walking towards the kitten who’s sitting on the kitchen table, with what seems a smug expression on her snout. While softly petting the cat, who’s clearly enjoying it judging by its purring noises, another uninvited guest comes in. ‘Is he here? Is Bubbles here?’ ‘Yeah yeah,’ you say back, picking up the kitten and walking towards the back door where Peter Kavinsky is standing. ‘Here he is.’ ‘Pfoeh, okay, good,’ he smiles, showing off his teeth, and slowly taking the kitten from you. ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘I just don’t understand how the hell your cat keeps on getting into my house,’ you frown. Your parents had placed a fence, and another barbered wired fence, and any other way to possibly keep a kitten out of the house, but still, the adorable little guy found ways to sneak in. ‘I guess he just can’t keep away from you,’ Peter says, while softly muttering to the kitten. ‘Yeah, he must be taking after his dad, huh?’ Peter looks up, his cheeks getting a tad darker, and looking as if you just found out his biggest secret. He then slowly bends to his knees, setting Bubbles free again to roam around a bit. ‘He does give me a good excuse to walk in here. I never see you otherwise.’ ‘We literally go to the same school, Peter.’ ‘Yeah, I know, but it’s not the same,’ he sighs. ‘Do you ever come out of your room, [Y/N].’ ‘What? Of course I do!’ You answer, a bit too quickly. Peter doesn’t have to know how you stare at him while he’s playing catch with his little brother outside. With his shirt off. While you drool just a little bit. Or how you daydream while he’s helping out his mom in the garden – shirtless again. It’s like the guy doesn’t own a shirt. Not that it bothers you. ‘I’m sure,’ he laughs out loud. ‘How about this. I’ll take you out to eat some pizza, and don’t tell me you don’t like pizza because I saw the delivery guy just yesterday. And you get to play catch with me and my little brother.’ ‘Is that a da- wait, what do you mean?’ You turn bright red, when you realize what he just said. ‘You think I don’t notice you huh? You think nobody ever does. But guess what, I know you’d love to play since you always look so dreamy.’ He grins, now exposing your biggest secret. ‘I don’t look dreamy,’ you mutter, crossing your arms in a stubborn motion. ‘and I don’t stare, I’m just looking at the sky, okay.’ You know it’s a pathetic excuse, but everything is better than admitting that you’re basically drooling over him. You start to turn around, but he quickly grabs your shoulder. ‘Wo wo wo, hey, it’s okay, I’m just teasing you.’ He Truly looks concerned that he has hurt your feelings. ‘Hey, [Y/N], I’m sorry. Let me at least buy you a pizza. We don’t even have to leave the house if you don’t want to!’ ‘It’s the least you can do,’ you take my phone out of my pocket. ‘So, what do you want on your pizza?’

 About an hour later, Peter and you are watching ‘Clueless’ and eating pizza, while Bubbles is sleeping on Peter’s lap. ‘He’s so cute,’ you smile, looking at Bubbles. ‘Hey, you’re talking about me right? Because look at this,’ Peter points at this face. ‘This is also very cute.’ You laugh along with him, taking another bite of your pizza. ‘It sure is,’ you softly agree, looking back at the movie. But you just feel his eyes on you, so you turn back to him. ‘What?’ ‘I’m just loving this right now. You, me, hanging out, watching a movie. I like it a lot. We should do this more.’ ‘We should,’ you smile back at him, not sure how to respond to this sudden confession. However he didn’t make it feel like he was confessing anything. Peter was just … Being Peter. ‘I sure do hope Bubbles keeps on sneaking in here, so I have an excuse to come by.’ ‘Oh, now I get it, you set him up to this, huh? To get me out of my room.’ ‘Damn, [Y/N], you really got me there,’ Peter says back, holding up both his hands as in a surrender. ‘But it did work, didn’t it?’ You just smiled, looking back at the movie. From the corners of your eyes, you see Peter smiling too. Maybe you should get a dog and sneak it into Peter’s house.

[ohholyfanfics]

Separada|Noah Centineo

Title: Separada 

Song(s): Separada by Maiara & Maraisa 

Warning(s): None 

Summary: The one where Noah falls for the single mom living in his building. 

Next part: DNA

Sighing, she started back at the building where people were quickly evacuating. The cool fall air making her shiver lightly as she looked back at the little boy standing in front of her. His little footie pj’s getting dirt on them as he watched with wide eyes the chaos around him. Liam James was the one blessing that came from her past relationship, the hole in heart filled by the new life that she brought into the world. 

“Mommy..” he mumbled softly looking back at her with his wide green eyes like his father, his hair a wild mess as she leaned down. “what wrong?” he asked lifting his chubby little arms and spinning around to point at the building. 

“It’s okay baby.” she hummed softly licking her lips and rubbing his arms. His smiled softly before nodding his head and turning back to the mess of bodies facing the building. 

That was almost forty minutes ago, police and firemen had assured the residence that they would soon be reentering their building. Her arms were becoming numb as she starred back at her little angle asleep in her arms. The moonlight shining softly on his features as she smiled softly. 

“Would you like meet to hold him for a bit?” Looking up she was met with the sparkling brown eyes of no other than Noah. His dazzling smile had her flushed, reaching his arms out he carefully took the child in his arms wrapping him up tightly as he swayed them from side to side. 

“You don't have to do that Noah..” she breathed out as the followed the crowd that was now forming a line. The bright lights of the firetrucks blinding her as they waited their turn. She watched as he. shrugged and only held the little boy tighter. 

“You seemed tired just wanted to give you a break.” he stated as he nodded towards the fireman before stepping foot into the building. “Anyways can you believe all this happened cause of crazy Amy?”

She giggled softly nodding her head tapping her foot as they awaited for the elevator. “She’s a bit out there.” she added as he nodded his head.

“Could’ve been worse.” he shrugged as she nodded her head more thankful when they were finally inside and heading up towards their floor. The ride was silent as everyone was wanting nothing more than to get to bed and forget the hell that this was.

She watched from the doorway as he tucked Liam James in bed, her heart swelling at the sight. Her mind reminding her the last thing she needed right now was a man. Looking up to meet her eyes he smiled softly standing up and following her out of his room and into the small hallway. 

“Thank you.” 

“Its no problem..” he breathed out rubbing the back of his neck not knowing if this was the best time to ask. “I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me..” 

[familyvideowithsteve]

Heartbreak - Peter Kavinsky

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Warnings: It's a very personal one; it may trigger some with social anxiety, panic attacks, fear of being abandoned and of not being enough, alcoholic beverages.

“We'd make such a cute couple” (prompt no 13) and “If I kiss you right now, I'm not stopping, ever” (prompt no 25) of @cent-noah 's challenge (congrats again!)

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How does a love story start?

The two protagonists meet, they get to know each other, as they spend more and more time together they fall in love, and once their feelings are out into the world, they start dating.

And you have a love story.

On paper, it was easy, ridiculously easy, but in reality, it was a complete nightmare.

In Real Life, it was way harder than that, especially for Y/n.

She never understood how being in love with someone felt until she met Peter, a classmate.

She briefly knew him, he was apart of the popular group in high school and they've been in kindergarten together, they knew each other a bit, like two acquaintances in the same classes for years.

She was sat by her desk, talking to her friends also sat behind her, they were lucky enough to be together.

He was approaching her but she wasn't paying attention to him, laughing at the joke her friend said.

“Y/n?” He asked, hoping he would get her attention, he had his backpack in his hand, his coat in the other.

She stopped smiling immediately, seeing the pretty boy in front of her, a little blush appeared on her cheeks.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Goodman designated us as partners, can I sit there?”

Mr. Goodman was their science teacher, and he was a good man for assigning them together for their science project.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” she exclaimed, quickly putting some order at her desk so he could have some room, “I don't have a partner usually, sorry.”

“It's alright,” he calmly said, sitting down beside her, offering a sweet smile.

And so, they met.

The science project was going to last the school year, so as they were going to work together for nine months, knowing each other would help to get it done in good conditions.

Their project was doing fine, each week they were progressing and started seeing each other more and more outside high school.

Only in public places, though.

Letting someone so close wasn't Y/n's specialty, actually, it was the opposite, she didn't like having people too close, she was afraid of betrayal, afraid of her feelings, afraid to talk about it.

Dealing with her feelings terrorized her, she loved it on paper, she loved writing about or reading it but feeling, it terrorized her, it was the cause of panic attacks sometimes.

That's why no one, absolutely no one was close, she wouldn't say her closest friend her best friend (even if she did) for the simple reason that she wouldn't let anybody that close.

She wasn't aware she was fearing intimacy, emotionally or physically, that's why he knew so little about her personal life, he knew the bare minimum, but he had no idea of how afraid she was about sharing what's hurting her, what's happening to her, what's making her incredibly happy.

He felt it though, her fear about him getting close, but he didn't want to confront her about it, she would dig her heels in and never talk to him again.

He could see she was bottling up her feelings, but he was going slow at it, he was patient with her, he showed her he was trusting her by sharing some personal issues, and secrets.

He had no idea but it was stressing her so much, she knew that to return the favor she had to share things with him, too.

She wasn't just stressed she was anguished, but all the courage she had built, her heartbeat beating like crazy, slightly trembling.

Her emotions could be felt just by being with her, when he saw how difficult it was for her to share things with him, he gently took her hands, laced their fingers together, wearing a worried look at her.

She knew why she was like this, it was pretty obvious to her, but to understand it you needed one detail, which she would never talk about.

But with him she would, she did, but it wasn't easy. Oh no.

She was trying her best to have a steady breath, but it was like she had run a marathon, plus the anxiety.

“If I avoid getting close to someone.. if I fear being abandoned, again, if I bottle up my feelings it's..,” She wasn't able to look at him in the eyes, instead she kept her gaze at their hands, tightly laced together, it brought her some strength knowing he was so gentle and patient with her.

“You can tell me this another time, don't force yourself, Y/n.,” he whispered so softly only them could hear, he appreciated so much his patience.

“No, I want to tell you, only you.” she briefly looked into his eyes, what he saw completely shocked him, she was trying not to, but she couldn't help the panic.

“If I am so afraid of intimacy, emotionally or physically,” she closed her eyes and breathed in, trying to control her voice, “it's because I'm an orphan, an only child orphan, I've been in the same foster family for years, they don't plan on adopting me and..-” she couldn't finish as she started crying, overwhelmed by her emotions.

He felt her pain too, he felt her distress, so it wasn't surprising when he hugged her, his arms around her body as her head rested on his chest, crying her eyes out.

She was letting go of everything she had kept inside, fearing that people wouldn't care about her, feeling like what she felt didn't matter.

Her pain was excruciating, he could feel it, he shed some tears, he was sad for her, she didn't deserve it, at all.

She was slowly catching her breath, and Peter detached one of his arms around her to hold her hand, showing his support.

“I was dragged from foster family to foster family, it was only partners doing it for the money they would get, only once I had an old lady, the nicest one who made me feel like it would be okay, but it never was.

She was ill and couldn't watch over me so I was sent to another foster care, the one I'm currently in, it's been years, they don't make it feel like it's my home.”

“So, from your childhood to now you've never.. felt like you belonged here? That's why you're so anxious about sharing your feelings because you've never had someone?”

“I've always been alone, even in my foster family, it's not my house, not my room. I feel like a stranger.”

She felt like she had no identity, but as Peter thought about it he realized how well she hid it from the day she met, he had no idea she was feeling this way.

“You’re not alone, I'm with you now,” he whispered to her ear and she tighten her fingers with his, surprisingly to her she felt like something was off of her shoulders; it felt good, really good, and new.

And they were getting to know each other.

As Y/n started to know him she realized Peter wasn't the charming boy who could have every girl he wanted, he could but he didn't want any of that, he was a pretty simple guy, he believed in love, he was a romantic, but he wasn't a womanizer, he was waiting to find someone who could give him fireworks in his tummy, making him smile ear-to-ear stupidly.

She liked to tease him about it, calling him a lover boy, but he wasn't denying that, he took it upon himself.

His confidence about it would make them smile, but deep down she actually thought he was very sweet, he was the faithful kind of guy, light-headed.

He was also keeping his promises, he was sticking around, he was glued to her, he wouldn't leave her alone, he even helped get more comfortable at her house, they usually had very long conversations here and there, and following his advice she actually decided to make an effort with her foster family.

They really liked her initiative as they always thought they had a special kid around but had no idea how to get to her.

Peter really made a big difference in her life, he liked using a metaphor about that before she was like a blank canvas and with him it was like he brought colors with him and she was painting that canvas.

He was really proud of her, of course, she was still anxious sometimes but it was something she couldn't change, but she was proud of herself too.

And they were best friends, sticking to each other, getting to know more and more without any drama.

Yet.

One Friday Peter was invited to a big party so he invited his best friend, Y/n, with him, she was really unsure about going but since her foster parents agreed she couldn't say no, and she had never gone to a party before.

They got together to the party, they would sleep in the house as it wasn't a school night so they didn't have to bother about drinking or not, although Y/n wanted to make sure she would be reasonable.

Peter wasn't, at all, she lost him as she was doing karaoke with Lucas, but later she found him by the pool, lying next to it on his tummy, his hand playing with the water.

At the sight of him she immediately smiled, and walked to him, he was completely wasted.

“Peter? What are you doing on your own?” she asked, frowning, walking quickly.

“Y/nnn, my best girl!” he tried to get up on his own but he was about to fall in the school so she carefully ran up to him to help him steady himself.

“It's spinning,” he said then processed to laugh, his nose scrunching, the sweet sound leaving his lips.

No matter the situation his laugh would always bring a smile to his face.

Until he stopped laughing abruptly, his eyes now on Y/n, she had her arm around his waist and his’ were around her shoulders, thanks to her he could be on his feet.

“We would make such a cute couple,” he whispered, out of nowhere, his eyes still deep in her’.

That revelation totally shook her, but before she could even realize it, his lips were on hers, they were soft, delicate, like petals.

It was a simple, gentle kiss, and she found herself liking it, their lips separated, she was aware that the alcohol was the reason of it, but she smiled at him and decided to see if he would talk to her about it later.

She helped him get to a mattress and as she was about to go find one for her he gripped at her wrist, gently though, and she turned to him.

“Can you sleep with me, please?” he asked, he looked so much like a little boy it was insane, she didn't want to go elsewhere, she was safe with him, so she took out her shoes and lied next to him.

He immediately held her close as they were on a small mattress, he took her hands and put them under his hoodie, feeling his hot skin against the tips of her fingers.

She lied her head against his chest, he had his arm around her body, and the other under his head, she enjoyed it as much as she could, maybe tomorrow morning, completely sober he would get weird about them kissing, or sleeping together laced together.

Maybe it was wrong but she couldn't help falling asleep in his arms, with his steady breathing rhythm as a lullaby.

To say that that night changed them is an understatement, really.

Peter remembered he had kissed her, but as she wasn't talking about it he assumed her feelings weren't mutual, so he bottled them up and put a happy look on.

Y/n knew he was disappointed but she couldn't talk about it since she had no idea of what she was feeling.

Peter didn't know either when he started to have feelings for her but he was sure of one thing; he fell hard for her.

It was like one day he understood why his heart was beating a bit more faster once he would see her, or when she would look at him and smile.

He could go on and on about made him fall in love with her, but it would just twist the knife a bit more.

On another note, Y/n was back on the freaking out stage, her stomach wouldn't stop getting tensed, she was anxious every time their eyes would meet.

Like, she would be thinking about it, trying to understand what the hell she was feeling, she wouldn't even realize but her gaze would automatically go to him, and the second his eyes are on her’ and they both can't stop looking at each other.

A beautiful warm brown which would take a hazelnut color in the sun, so captivating.

Her heart would skip a beat, she would forget to breathe for a second, and her stomach wouldn't stop doing rollercoasters.

Just like right now.

With time it got so much worse, she felt her heart was going to explode, every morning when she was waking up she knew she would see him and her stomach was automatically tensed.

It was unbearable, it was like weights on her shoulders, she didn't know if she could keep it any longer.

She went to school, and the usual happened, her heart skipped a bit and she was unintentionally holding her breath.

First class, science, two hours.

Excellent.

She sat down at their desk, shortly after he sat too, smiling at her, and again, she felt the pressure and the weights on her shoulders.

She was panicking so much she started not feeling so great, pearls of cold sweats appeared on her forehead, the oxygen was getting harder to get, she was hyperventilating.

Peter immediately reacted and told the professor he had to get Y/n out of the class, he took her to the girl's bathroom and didn't care one bit if he couldn't be there.

As it wasn't getting better the panic attack worsened, and Peter started to panic too, telling Y/n to take a big breath, but the look she gave him quickly stopped him from doing, it was absolutely stupid.

He didn't know what to do until he realized he had to get her attention elsewhere, her brain needed to focus on something else.

He took her hands softly and put them on his, his eyes met hers, she wasn't understanding what he was doing.

“Count our fingers, Y/n,” he whispered softly, not letting the panic get the best of him.

Struggling to breath she was stuttering while trying to count and as she focused deeply on that, her voice was so shaky and it took her some time to do her hands, and even if Peter saw that it had calmed down a bit, he showed his fingers so she wouldn't start having another panic attack.

As he showed her his pinky finger she was fine, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath.

Peter exhaled a breath of relief, wrapping his arms around her.

“You scared me to death, I haven't seen you having a panic attack in months, what's happening?” He softly said, his head on hers, his hand stroking her back gently.

“Nothing, I just…” she inhaled deeply, her eyes closed as she could breathe normally again, “I felt so panicked so suddenly, I don't know what happened,” she lied, she knew what caused it, but after she took some time to get herself back together they went back to class.

Peter was being extra careful and gentle with her, asking how she felt pretty often, kissing her cheeks, taking her hand whenever he could to hold it tightly, making sure she felt better.

And it made her feel worse, she was feeling guilty, he was being so good to her, he didn't know a damn thing about what she felt.

He had no idea that she felt like it her heart was breaking just with the idea of him not feeling the same, she was heartbroken just by thinking that he couldn't possibly love her.

She wasn't enough, how could she?

But at the end of the say she was feeling so so guilty she had to do something about it, so after class, waiting for Peter, and once he had put a step out she took his wrist and walked quickly to the parking lot, she wanted to keep going but he made her stop, saying the infamous words, “Woah, woah, woah, wait, what's going on?”

“I lied to you, this morning,” she quickly started, he frowned, not understanding what was going on, he was about to open his mouth but she continued, “I've been thinking about it for weeks now, and it's making me so nervous, because I know you don't feel the same, how could you?”

She paused a little, and as Peter was going to say something she interrupted him, again, “I know it's crazy and I wish you hadn't kissed me that night, because those feelings awoke and you know how I deal with new feelings, I freak out, I panic, and I always question myself, and I keep on doubting.”

Breathing heavily and not letting Peter place a word, he still couldn't understand a thing as she was talking so fast.

“I’ve been doubting so much, because I want to believe I am enough, but seeing you, you look like an angel, your eyes are so beautiful, they're like a warm brown color, so captivating, your smile lights up my world, and, the little things you do, like scrunching your nose whenever you smile or laugh.”

“Your voice is so enchanting, so relaxing, and I love to hear you talk, and I know you can't feel the same, it's not possible, I mean, look at us. You're so gorgeous.” she finally finished saying, catching her breath, daring to look up into his eyes.

He was smiling, a bright smile, his eyes were a beaming hazelnut color, and she didn't understand why he was smiling so hard.

“Can I say something?” he softly asked as he saw she wouldn't interrupt him again.

She nodded, playing with the hem of her sleeve.

“You're so damn special, and I love it so fucking much,” he whispered, leaning in slowly, but before he could kiss her lips she put her hands on his shoulders, stopping him a bit.

“You know..” she started but he interrupted her, a bit confused, “What?”

“If I kiss you right now, I’m not stopping, ever.” she whispered against his lips, brushing them softly with her’, tempting him.

A smile appeared on his face as he wrapped his arms around her waist, “Never stop, then,” he whispered back and instantly their lips collided, he tried to bring her as close as possible, kissing her so intensely she would want more.

And oh god she did.

[sweet-pea-channie]

All fake - Peter Kavinsky (smut)

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​

Pairings: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Words: 10.6k+ whoops

Warnings: swearing, Fighting, shouting, fluff, cuteness overload, public fingering, oral (male receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasm 

Requests by anon: i wanted to request something! my idea is reader and peter (they have feelings for each other but they haven’t said it) are fake dating and he convinces her to go to the ski trip and it’s all fluffy like they seat together in the bus,they are taking selfies and listening to music. And when they arrive he teaches her how to ski and the night they somehow are together in the hot tub and confess their feelings! tysm! 

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I don’t know if you just do “PeterKavinskyXreader” but I was wondering if you could do Peter/LJ smut where they get into a fight while still fake dating about how LJ doesn’t want to go on the ski trip because she thinks that’s when Peter/Gen get back together and how she mentioned that people fuck on that trip and LJ doesn’t want to be in the same building when Peter/Gen have sex.She blurts that line out to Peter and it gets heated and he admits he’s in love w/ her and they have rough/soft sex

AN: So I got theese two requests and they’re almost the same so I’ll try my best and put them together in one. Also, remember I’m from Germany, so bare with my mistakes, thanks!

Masterlist

You were sitting in the library, trying to study for tomorrow’s trig test, but somehow your mind kept going back to your pro and con list that you created. “Pro’s and Con’s for the Ski Trip”.

Peter had been trying to persuade you for days now. “You can’t let your fake-boyfriend go to the ski trip alone!” he had told you.

Yes, you heard it right, fake-boyfriend. Peter Kavinsky was your fake-boyfriend. It started when rumors were spreading about you. Peter and Genevieve were just broken up and somehow Genevieve told everyone that you were head over heels in love with Peter Kavinsky, which was a total lie. Peter Kavinsky was the guy you would never date. He wasn’t really your type. Of course, he was good looking but you didn’t care about that. It was the way he treated everyone who wasn’t in his group of friends. 

A week later, Peter waited for you outside of school, leaning against your car with his hands in his front pockets. 

“What do you want, Kavinsky?” you asked, walking around the car to open the driver’s door. 

“What is it with you, Y/L/N?” he questioned. 

“Hey, I asked first! You can’t answer my question with another question!”

He rolled his eyes at you and opened the passenger’s door, hoping in. 

“And why are you getting in my car?”

“Okay, look,” he began and motioned for you to sit down and close the door. “Either way, you are really totally in love with me, or you really don’t like me. I can’t read you and the way you talk to me or look at me is starting to piss me off. I don’t know if the comments are flirty or filled with hatred.”

“Oh god, Peter, you are so full of yourself. I don’t hate you okay? But I don’t like as well. I don’t get why Gen would say something like this around school? It’s so obvious that I don’t like you and she still does!”

“And that’s why I’m here,” he interrupted you. 

“What do you mean?”

“People think that you like me, right? And Gen is somehow still in love with me but she won’t admit it. And so I thought that we two could pretend that we are dating,” he smiled awkwardly. 

“We?” you asked confused and pointed with your index fingers alternating between you two. “Dating? No one’s going to believe that.”

“Why not?” he asked with his eyes wide opened. “Everyone thinks that you already love me, so it won’t be that surprising to see us holding hands around school.”

“Yeah, but no one’s going to believe that you would like someone like me!” you argued. “I mean, look at us. We’re too different!”

“Who cares if we’re too different? Isn’t that what Mr. Feller tried to tell us all the time? Opposites attract! Let’s just go for it, please” he begged, grabbing your hands. 

“What’s in for me? I mean, Gen’s probably going to be jealous and it will drive her nuts so maybe you two will get back together, but what’s in for me?” you asked him. “Just in case I’ll accept.”

“I’ll help you with whomever you like.”

“I don’t like anyone.”

“Come on, Y/N. There has to be at least someone!” Peter groaned and let go of your hands that he was still holding tight. 

You pressed your lips together to a thin line and shook your head at the brunette. “Nope, but uhm… can you tell me why everyone’s watching us in the car?”

“Huh?” Peter turned around and realized that all of his friends were waiting outside for him, staring at the two of you together in your car. Even Genevieve was right next to the group of boys with her arms crossed. 

Peter turned back around, his gaze now full on you. It happened so fast. His hands found your cheeks and he pressed his lips firmly on yours. His lips were chapped and dry but somehow his lips felt nice on yours. It took you a second to realize what was going on and you grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled away as you heard the gasps and echoes of the other people outside of your car. Peter opened his eyes and tried to find an answer in yours but you had put on your perfect poker face. “What was that for?”

“Now you have to say yes,” Peter grinned. You rolled your eyes at him and realized that he was right. This was the perfect move. Now you couldn’t say no to him. People would be asking questions why the two of you were sitting in your car kissing. 

“But we have to set some rules.”

He was allowed to kiss you in school, but only pecks to say goodbye or hello, unless someone was talking about the two of you or Genevieve was right next to you. Then he had the right to give you an open-mouthed-kiss. 

You tried to convince him that no one in your family would ever find out, but of course, he denied, saying that it’d be more realistic if he was caught sneaking out of your house at night. 

He set the rules that you had to go on his lacrosse games and the parties after that. 

Also, you told him that you had to be honest with each other and tell each other everything. It would’ve made no sense at all if he kept secrets from you. 

You’ve been fake dating for about 3 months now and there was no end in sight. Genevieve was jealous, that’s for sure but she was still dating that junior kid from UVA.

So as the year was coming to an end, Peter tried to convince you, to join him and go to the ski trip together, but you’ve never been skiing before so your answer was a clear “No.”

But Peter begged you every day. He wrote you tons of text messages and small notes that he left in your locker, telling you that you really have to come. So that’s why you were at the library, writing down all the cons and pros of going to the ski trip.

There was one big con written in capitals letter at the top “Genevieve”. There was another reason why you didn’t want to go to the ski trip. You were slowly falling for him. You would’ve never expected it, but it was only a matter of time for you to fall in love with him, thanks to the way he treated you. 

As if Peter knew exactly that you were weighting your options, he came through the doors of the library, searching the place until his eyes landed on you. His smile grew. You tried to hide the pro an con list before he could see it, but unfortunately, he had seen a bit of it. “There’s my favorite girl.”

“Peter stop it.”

“Why? He asked, sitting down in front of you. 

“Because I’m definitely not your favorite girl. We know that the place it your heart belongs to someone else,” you replied and continued to work on your papers.

Peter rolled his eyes and ignored what you just said. “What is that?” he asked, pointing to the stack of papers in front of you. You followed his finger and realized that he was talking about the pro and con list. 

Damn it, Y/N. Can’t hide it now.

“Um, it’s nothing,” you lied and crunched it together, putting it in your bag.

“That’s a lie. You know that I can read, right? What is that list for?”

You sighed, knowing that you had no chance against him. He’d be asking questions until you answered. “For the ski trip.”

“Come on, Y/N. I told you multiple times that you have to come!” he exclaimed. 

“I know! And I told you a hundred times that I don’t want to go!”

“Why not? And don’t say I just don’t want to go,” he said, mimicking you the way you always say it. 

Putting your head in your hands, you pouted your lips and stared at Peter for quite a while until he gave you a questioning look. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” he cried out. 

“Okay, um… it’s just that the ski trip is supposed to be fun, right?” you began. Peter nodded. “And I just think that you won’t be having lots of fun with me sticking by your side all the time and I mean it’s supposed to be our free time and I don’t want to spend my free time lying, pretending to be someone I am not.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard pretending to be someone’s girlfriend when it’s all fake, okay? I don’t want to pretend while everyone else is having the time of their lives”, you admitted. “And I am sick of lying outside of school halls. I just want to spend my free time doing what I love.”

“So you mean, you are sick of me?”

“What?”

“You just said that you are sick of lying. So every time I spent the evenings at your place, or the times you come over to me, it feels like I am forcing you to spend time with me?” he questioned. 

You could see it clearly; the look on his face gave it all away. You could read him like a book by now. He was hurt. Your words had hurt him. 

“Yes! I mean no. I like it when we are spending time together… alone. I can be myself and you can be yourself. We don’t have to pretend when we are alone, but once other people are around, it’s like I am not myself anymore”, you explained. Peter pressed his lips together and took your hand, caressing your palm with his thumb. 

“Okay, okay. I get it. But maybe, when we are having lot of fun together, we don’t have to be with everyone else all the time, maybe then you would enjoy it. Huh? Come on, I’ll show you how to have fun with me while you can be yourself around me. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible with me,” he smiled.

God, he has to stop doing this, you thought. This was exactly why you were falling for him slowly. Even when you tried to push him away, he would always find a way to pull you closer. 

“Okay, you got me,” you gave in. 

Peter’s smile grew bigger and he placed a kiss on your hand before he let go of it. “Can I read your list now?”

“Never!”

________

Days flew by and  the ski trip was coming closer. Peter told you everything you had to know for the ski trip. Who was hanging out together all the time, some flings that only happened during the ski trip and most importantly how to ski. You’ve never been skiing before, so Peter tried to convince you to ski with him down the Black Diamond. You had told him from the beginning that you’d decide spontaneously if you wanted to ski or not.

Your mom dropped you off at school where the bus was waiting for the kids. You scanned the bus and saw Peter sitting at the window waving at you. He pointed to the back of your mother’s car and mouthed “Need help?” 

You shook your head and turned back around, saying goodbye to your mom who stopped you right before you could close the passenger door. “Have fun, sweety. And remember what I told you about the thing with Peter!”

“Mom!” you warned her and gave her a warning look. “Don’t say it again! I won’t be having sex with him on the trip!” You shut the door and grabbed your suitcase from the trunk, making your way to the bus. One of teachers took your suitcase, saying that he’d take care of it while the other teacher next to him scribbled on a piece of paper, probably the attendance list. 

You climbed up the stairs and smiled once you saw Peter again. He told you the night before that he’d pack lunch for the two of you, so you wouldn’t have to pack something for yourself. Once Peter saw you standing there, he slid from the window seat, stood up and greeted you with a kiss on your cheek. “I know that you like sitting at the window.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled and handed him your backpack which he stowed in the rack above you. 

“I can’t wait to see your face once you see the view. It’s breathtaking!” he exclaimed and grabbed your hand. 

“Peter, you don’t have to hold my hand,” you said but Peter just smiled at you waited until everyone was ready. 

“So how exactly to I put on the skis?” you asked him again and he groaned. He had told you a dozen times and you only did it to annoy him, but he told you anyways because you were giving him the best puppy eyes. 

Once you were on the highway, your conversation was dying down and Peter took his phone plugging his headphones in. 

Oh, he’s already tired of me. This should be fun.

“Here,” he mumbled and gave you one of the ear buds. “I made us a mixtape especially for the drive.”

“You really did?”

He nodded and pressed his lips together, opening Spotify before he pressed shuffle on the playlist with your initials as the title. You smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder, nestling against him. 

After a few songs, your eyes grew heavier and you knew that you were about to fall asleep. “You tired?” 

You nodded and watched as Peter put his arm around your shoulder, so you could lean your head against his chest. The song changed to a slower one and combined with his heartbeat it only took you seconds to fall asleep. 

Peter smiled as he took your sleeping form in and placed a kiss on your head. 

“Aww, you’re too cute,” Trevor laughed who was sitting right behind you. 

“Shut up!” Peter whispered so you wouldn’t wake up. “She couldn’t really sleep last night. She kept texting me that her parents were fighting.”

“Sorry.”

Peter grabbed his phone carefully and put the camera on, snapping a picture of you snuggled against his chest. Immediately, he saved it as his home screen, so everyone knew that you belonged to him.

_______

Thanks to a pothole, you woke up. It was still light outside, but the sun was going down slowly, meaning that you still had around an hour to get to the resort. You tried to get out of Peter’s hold, who was also sound asleep, but once you moved, he started to wake up. “Mmh, too comfy,” he mumbled and pulled you closer. 

“Peter,” you groaned. “My arm is falling asleep.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asked you, releasing you from his grip while you stretched your arms. 

“Could’ve been better,” you answered and laughed once you saw his face. “I’m kidding!” you snickered. 

“You better be!”

“Okay guys, seems like we are arriving pretty soon. Ms. Nolan over here will hand out your room cards in the foyer after we checked in. Please wait until she is ready and do not make too much noise! Remember, we are not the only ones there!” one of the supervisors said through the speakers of the bus. 

“We are sharing a room, that’s for sure!” Peter exclaimed. 

“Why? I was going to share with Steph, and are we even allowed to?” you whispered. 

“No, but no one has to know. You can’t let your fake-boyfriend room with someone else. And besides, someone told me that Steph might have a slight crush on Trevor and guess who was going to share a room with me? Right Trevor. So no one will find out that we switched,” he told you. 

Shaking your head at the brown haired boy, you mumbled, “You sneaky little bastard!”

“Come on, I know that you wanted to share a room with me,” he bantered. 

“Oh you wish!”

It took around twenty minutes to arrive at the resort and Peter was right, it was breathtaking! While you waited for your suitcase, you could not stop staring at the mountains covered in snow. And to be honest, you couldn’t wait to race down the hills with Peter, although you had told him multiple times that you didn’t want to. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Peter asked, handing you your suitcase. 

“Indeed.”

While you were too busy marveling at the view, you missed the way Peter admired you. He was glad that no one could read his thoughts, because in that particular moment, he wished that it was him that you were looking at like that. 

“What?” you asked him, taking him by surprise. You had caught him staring at you but you weren’t sure why. Maybe he was regretting that he had to share his room with you now and not with Trevor. 

“Nothing. Let’s get inside. It’s cold and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

By the time you entered the resort, Ms. Nolan was already handing out the room keys. Steph was standing right next to the stairs that lead upstairs to rooms, giving you a knowing wink. 

Peter had texted Trevor and Steph, telling them that you wanted to switch rooms because you wanted to have some alone time.

“Come on, Y/N! I already got our keys! Let’s get to our room!” Steph shouted across the foyer with a hint of sarcasm. Right next to her was Trevor, waving at the two of you, saying, “Yo, Kavinsky! 204, that’s our room.”

“Oh my god, can they be any more suspicious?” you whispered to Peter. Peter rolled his eyes and leaned down, “I’ll meet you in our room. You heard Trevor. 204. See you in a bit.”

You smiled at him and got on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek before you joined Steph to her room. You dropped your backpack right next to the door and sat down on the empty bed.

“Something seems off about you. What’s up?” Steph asked as she emptied her suitcase on her bed. 

“It’s nothing,” you lied and laid back, your feet were still tangling down. “Absolutely nothing.”

“It’s because Peter dragged you here right? I know you didn’t really want to come here.”

“No, not really. I am happy now that I am here,” you mumbled into your sweater. 

“What is it then? He’s not rushing you to anything is he? I mean you seemed so happy on the bus, you are happy, right?” she kept asking, now sitting down on her bed, knowing that this conversation was going to be more serious. 

“Yeah, yeah. I am happy,” you replied, rolling onto your stomach to look at Steph. 

“And why am I getting the feeling that you are lying to me? You know that you can tell me anything, Y/N! We’ve been friends since kindergarten. Is it about Peter? You know that you can still sleep here with me if you don’t want to sleep with him. I know that-“

“It’s all fake,” you blurted out, your hand rushing to cover your mouth. 

“What?!”

You sighed, scratching your head while you buried your face in the sheets. “It’s fake, our relationship.”

“I can’t really understand you ‘cause you’re mumbling into the sheets but I hope that I didn’t catch it right,” Steph said. 

You sighed again before you raised your head and pouted your lips, a habit of yours that you did whenever you didn’t know what to say. “You did catch it right.”

“And what do you mean with it’s all fake? It can’t be fake! You kiss all the time and hang out together! It’s been what?! Three or four months since you’ve been dating! This is a joke right? You’re trying to play a joke on me, right? Right?”

“No, Steph. I’m so sorry, but it’s true… Oh god, I just broke one of our rules,” you groaned rolling back onto your back, covering your eyes this time so you wouldn’t have to look at your friend anymore. 

“What do you mean, rules?!”

“We’ve got rules okay!” you exclaimed and stood up. “We promised not to tell anyone that this is all fake until he and Gen get back together! This is all made up for them to get back together! He wants to make her jealous, okay! But somehow he makes me jealous because I know that this is all pretend and I won’t ever have this for real with him!”

“You like him?” she asked you with her brows raised. 

You didn’t answer her, instead you kept on walking around the room. 

“Oh my god, you’re already falling for him, aren’t you?!”

You spun around, ready to tell her that she can’t tell anyone until a knock on the door was interrupting you. 

Thank god, you thought. 

“This conversation is not over, Y/N!” Steph told you as she opened the door. 

“It’s clear,” Trevor said, entering the room. “Have fun with Kavinsky!”

It’s been two hours since you arrived at the resort. Night has fallen and almost everyone had gathered at the fireplace downstairs. Peter was waiting for you at your door while you tied your shoes. You had tried to convince him to go alone but he kept on resisting that you had to go with him, saying that it would drive Genevieve nuts.

So here you were, sitting next to Peter on one of those cozy couches right next to the fireplace with Trevor and Steph in front of you. Peter pulled you closer until you were leaning against him with his arm around your shoulders. Steph gave you a look that you knew too well. She was scared that you were going to end up hurt, and to be honest, you were scared as well. 

You saw Genevieve entering the room and of course, she had to sit where she could observe the two of you during the night. Peter could feel you stiffen up, so he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You nodded and smiled before you placed a kiss on his cheek, turning back to Trevor as he asked, “So who’s ready for the big day tomorrow?”

“We are! Y/N over here can’t wait for me to teach her how to ski, right?” Peter said right away, loud enough for Gen to hear. She just rolled her eyes but kept watching the scenario. 

“Oh, I bet that I’ll be a fast learner. By the end of the day, you will only see my bum as I am faster than you!”

“I can smell a bet over there!” Trevor laughed. “I’ll bet twenty bucks on Kavinsky! I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Nah, wait and see. I’ll bet on her!” Steph said, giving you a wink. 

Before you could say anything more, Gabe came running to you guys and jumped right next to you on the couch, leaving no more room for you in case you wanted to sit normally and not in Peter’s arms. “Gabe, have you heard anything of personal space?” you asked him. 

“I’m sorry, but I heard that you two are sharing a room, so why don’t you go up there if you want to get all handsy!” he joked and earned a high five from Trevor.

Sighting, you caught Genevieve still looking over to you, but she tried to look away as soon as she saw you looking at her. You knew exactly that she was jealous as hell. This had been her first time on the ski trip without Peter as her boyfriend. She had always made sure that everyone knew about her fun-time with Peter on the ski trip. 

Time passed and you were slowly getting tired. Peter had the time of his life with his friends surrounding him, so you decided to head upstairs on your own. 

“Are you sure, that you don’t want me to come with you?” he asked you but you shook your head. “Stay. Spend some time with your friends. You got me all to yourself tomorrow.”

“OOOOOH, did you hear that!” Gabe shouted and made sure that everyone heard it. You just rolled your eyes at him and leaned down to Peter who was still sitting on the couch. “Good night,” you whispered, pecking his lips but Peter pulled you down again and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you more intense. 

_____

A soft melody woke you up in the morning. You glanced at the clock that was hanging right above the TV across your bed. It was only 8am. Peter didn’t seem to hear the alarm that he had set the night prior, so you hopped out of your bed and trotted over to his bed, pausing the alarm on his phone and nudged him carefully. “Peter, wake up.”

Peter just groaned and turned around so his bare back was facing you. You rolled your eyes and sat down on the bedside, shaking him a bit more. “You know, it’s not fair that I had to turn off the alarm that you had set and now you don’t want to wake up.”

“Let me sleep,” he mumbled into his pillow. 

His bare back with the moles on it caught your attention and you knew exactly how to wake him up. You attacked his side and tickled him, hoping that it would help. Peter shrieked and turned around quickly, grabbing your hands. “Fuck, Y/N! Your hands are cold!”

You just shrugged and pulled your hands away, tickling him some more. Peter giggled like a girl and tried to hide under the sheets. “How come your hands are so cold!” he asked in between laughs and grabbed your hands once more. 

“I don’t know,” you answered and stared at his hands. He was trying to warm your hands, rubbing them with his own. Your glance wandered from your hands to his face, his eyes that were fixed on your hands until he realized that you were staring at him. 

“Better?” he asked, looking at you. 

“Better,” you smiled. “Come on, let’s get ready for breakfast.”

After Peter took a long, a very long shower, the both of you got ready to head downstairs where most of the teenagers were already stuffing food inside their mouths. Peter grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, dragging you across the room to Trevor and Gabe. Sitting down, Peter asked you if you wanted something to drink. And while you waited for him to come back with your coffee, Gabe gave you a look. 

“What?” you asked him annoyed. 

“Had fun with Kavinsky last night?” he asked, raising his brows. 

“Did you have any fun at all last night?” 

“Oooh, someone is trying to hide something,” Gabe groaned. “Or are you too shy to tell me your deepest desires?”

“Shut up, Gabe,” Peter said as he put your drinks down. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get something to eat.”

After you had something to eat and ignored Gabe’s question, you were finally back in your room, getting ready for the day. You had packed the ski wear from your mom, since you didn’t have any. But looking in the mirror, you thought you were looking ridiculous. You looked like you were coming straight out of a 90’s movie. 

“It suits you,” Peter caught you off guard. 

“Really? Doesn’t it have any 90’s vibe at all? I mean who wears trousers with a zebra pattern on it?”

“Just wait and see what others wear. And by the way, there are so many girls wearing leo-pattern-jackets. You don’t have to worry at all,” he assured. 

“Yeah, but I’m worried about skiing. You know this is my first time, right?”

“I know, but you don’t have to worry at all. I’ll be by your side the whole time. And we don’t have to drive down the Black Diamond if you don’t want to,” he acknowledged. “But less worry, let’s get you on our skis.”

In no time, Peter had helped you putting on your skis and now you were on your way up the mountains, sitting in one of those lifts. You were tapping nervously on the rod in front of you, that prevented you from falling down, and bit your lip on your way up. Peter noticed the way you were acting and rolled his eyes, “What is going on in that little head of yours?”

“First, my brain isn’t little. Second, I’ll just make a fool of myself. I bet no one looks as stupid as I do when I ski.”

“Y/L/N, stop worrying so much. I bet you look better on your skis than most people and I think you look handsome in your ski wear,” he confessed, hopping off the lift as you reached the top. 

“You do?” you asked, almost falling down since you were too shocked. 

“Yes, and now concentrate before you really look like a fool,” he joked. 

You gave him a warning look and followed him to the trail. “Okay, any tips?”

“Rule number 1: bend your knees!  Bending your knees does a number of things. It forces you to shove your shins into the front of the boot, gaining control of your ski. I know it can be hard being in that position all day. Rule number 2: Never come to a standstill in the middle of the slope. You will get your knees knocked from beneath you by another beginner who has no idea how to navigate around you! Rule number 3: Keep your phone in your pocket! I know it looks breathtaking here but for god’s sake, Y/N, please keep it in your pocket. You do not have the skills to take selfies while on the move. Hell, it might be the last photograph ever taken of you and it won’t be a pretty one.”

“Peter!” you warned him and beat him with your stick. “You know I wouldn’t do that!”

“Are you sure? You love to take photos of everything! In case you haven’t noticed it, I did! Every time we hang out, get something to eat or go to the cinema, you’d take pictures of fucking everything,” he laughed. 

He noticed that?

“Okay, okay, whatever. So bend my knees, don’t stop and don’t use my phone. Anything else?”

“Well, my dad used to say ‘Don’t learn to ski if you have an overwhelming fear of making an idiot of yourself because chances are that you will.’ But don’t listen to that. Most of the things my Dad said were lies so yeah,” he muttered the last part. 

You knew that his father left them two summers ago, everyone knew because Genevieve made sure that everyone was nice to him.

“I don’t care what he said, I listen to your advice. So, Kavinsky, show me how to ski!”

_____

“Oh god, I can’t feel my legs anymore,” you groaned as you trotted back to the resort. Peter was right behind you, searching through his pockets until he found your room key. “Thank god, we are leaving tomorrow after lunch. I don’t know if I can walk for one more minute.”

As you reached your room you heard Peter laughing behind you. You turned around, seeing that he was still smiling at you. “What?”

“You just look like someone ran you over.”

“Guess what, it feels like someone ran me over. I think the last fall was too much for me. Didn’t you see me sliding down the trail on my bum?” you asked him while he opened the door. 

“Oh, I did. And luckily, I was quick enough to get my phone and record you.”

“You didn’t!” you exclaimed, closing the door behind you with your eyes wide opened. A small giggle left his lips, the giggle that you would love to hear all the time. “Show me!”

The smile on his lips wouldn’t fade away as he pulled his phone out and showed you the video. He laughed as you reached the end of the trail on your stomach, trying to stand up but you ended on your bum again. “Delete it, now!”

“No. I’ll keep it forever! It reminds me of that wonderful day with you,” he replied.

“Peter! This is my last warning! Delete it before I will attack you!” you warned him, opening your jacket, showing him that you were ready to jump on him any second. 

“You wouldn’t. I know you too well. All you do is talk but you never take any action and-“

Peter didn’t need to say anything else. You dropped your jacket and jumped on him. He didn’t expect you to really do it, so he fell back right on his bum. Luckily, his head didn’t slam on the floor, but as his arm fell to the side and he let go of his phone. Both of you glanced at the phone for a few seconds before you reached for it. Peter tried the same, but you were quicker, so he tackled you. Turning you around, he pinned you with your hands above your head under him. One hand held yours together while the other reached for his phone.

“Peter no!” you yelled and tried to get free. You wriggled under him, trying to turn you over, but Peter was stronger than you. As he got his phone back, he let go of your hand and you pushed him back. He dropped his phone before he fell over and grabbed the hem of your sweater, pulling you with him. You landed flat on his chest. Both of you were staring at each other, trying to catch your breath.

You could feel his breath on your face, so close was his face. His glace switched from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes. His face was coming closer and closer and before his lips could touch yours, you jumped away, scrabbling off his lap. “I gotta take a shower,” you whispered, slowly getting up. “Okay,” he whispered back with his head low. “I’ll change and get to dinner. See you there?”

“Okay.”

Oh god, was he really about to kiss me? Me?!

Your thoughts were driving you crazy while you took a hot shower. You were just standing under the steaming hot water, letting it run over your face instead of washing your body. If he was really about to kiss you, did it mean that he had feelings for you? Maybe your feelings were mutual. But there was only one way to find out, you had to tell him how you were feeling. Anyhow your fake-relationship would finally end, either he’d leave you because he doesn’t feel the same way or you’d end up together, but this time for real. 

You don’t know how, but somehow it took you less than five minutes to wash your hair and body before you were standing in front of the dresser with the towel around your body. You practically threw your clothes on and marched out of the room, ready to tell Peter how you felt. You were so confident in yourself, like you’ve never been before. 

Just as you were about to enter the dining room, you stopped. Right in front of you were Peter and Genevieve, hugging tightly, her fingers were playing with the hair right above his neck. 

You held your breath as you watched them for seconds. Genevieve finally opened her eyes and met yours; a mischievous smile crept up her lips. His back was facing you and you had no clue if Peter realized that you were right behind them. Genevieve pressed her lips on his cheeks before she whispered in his ear, “Thank you for spending last night with me, P.” It was loud enough for you to hear and you knew exactly that you were meant to hear it. 

Peter didn’t answer her and pulled away before he finally realized that Gen wasn’t looking at him but to someone else. He turned around and saw you standing there with your shocked expression.

“So this is where you spent the last night, huh? That’s why you wouldn’t want to wake up today,” you said straight to his face, ignoring the way Gen grinned. 

“Y/N! I… What are… This is not-“

“Save it, Peter,” you said cold and turned around, running back to your room.

You opened the door room and slammed it behind you, marching to the bathroom, ready to lock yourself in, but a hand stopped you from closing the door completely. 

“Peter, go away!” you roared and put your whole body weight against the door. 

“Y/N, please.”

“No!” you yelled and closed the door finally, locking it before he could open it again. 

“Y/N!” he shouted through the door and knocked on it. 

“Peter, go away!”

“No, I want to talk about it and I don’t want to shout through the whole room because you decided to lock yourself in!” he shouted, still pounding at the door. 

“There’s nothing to talk about! Why don’t you go back to Gen and leave me alone!?” you whimpered as some tears were slowly streaming down your face. 

Your subconscious was right. Never in a million years would Peter feel anything for you. This was all fake from the beginning, why change something about it?

“Y/N, please I can explain! I wanted to go to bed and Gen-“

“Peter, save it! I don’t want to hear it!” you shouted with more tears streaming down your face. “See! This is why I didn’t want to come to this stupid ski trip!”

“What? What do you mean? Y/N, please open the door!” 

You didn’t answer, instead you slid down the door and hit your head against it. 

“I don’t get it. I thought you didn’t want to come because you didn’t want to ruin it for me?!”

“Yeah guess what! That was a lie!” you replied and wiped the tears away. 

You heard him groaning on the other side on the door before a knock was heard on the door. Peter was leaning against it now, just like you with his head against the door. “Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Y/N. I can’t read your mind! You’re driving me insane!”

“I’m driving you insane?! You’re the one giving me mixed signals all the time! And what about that almost-kiss?”

“Almost-kiss? Y/N, we kissed before!” he groaned, putting his face in his Hands

“I know! But only because we had to! But why imply to kiss me here, where no one could see us?” you said, slowly losing the temper.

“Why would I imply to kiss you? Damn it, Y/N! Maybe because I wanted to?” he answered. 

“And because I didn’t kiss you, you go running back to Gen? This is exactly why I didn’t want to come!”

“Why?! Why Y/N?! Just tell me?!” Peter began to shout again. 

“Because I thought that’s when you and Gen get back together, okay? People fuck on that trip! And I didn’t want to be in the same building when you two have sex together! And you want to know why?! Because I am fucking falling for you, Peter!” you finally told him the real reason why you didn’t want to go to the ski trip. 

It was quiet on the other side of the door, too quiet. “Peter?”

“You’re falling for me?” he asked quietly, “You are really falling in love with me?”

“I was! That was until I saw you with Gen just now! I was right. I was so right. While I was sleeping, hell I was probably still awake while you and Gen were doing it in her room!” you bawled at him as you were getting on your knees, facing the door to pound on them like you were pounding on his chest. 

“I didn’t… we just… Y/N? Why didn’t you tell me before?!”

“Then what? It feels like you keep your options open! I didn’t kiss you, so you go running to Gen… you know what?! This, whatever this is, is over. I don’t want to do this anymore, Peter! Leave me alone!” you told him. 

Peter didn’t know what to say, he just ruined everything that he was slowly building up, just because he went to Gen’s last night. It was slowly eating him up inside. He didn’t realize what a mistake he had made until now. “Y/N, please.”

“Peter, go!” you shouted through the door and hit it one last time before you fell back on the cold ground, rolled together. 

It has been minutes since you were huddled on the floor, crying like your heart just got broken into a million pieces, until a familiar voice brought you back. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“Steph?” you whispered and got up slowly, unlocking the door for her to enter the bathroom. “Is he gone?”

“Yes, he is,” she replied and entered the bathroom. “Oh god, look at you. You look like a mess.”

“I feel like it,” you mumbled and hugged her once she sat down next to you. “He’s such a prick!”

Steph let you cry on her chest. She stroked your back and made sure that you were feeling safe in her arms. “He came over to us once you told him to go away,” she said after a while. 

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you care. You wouldn’t be crying if you don’t. Why did you agree in the first time? I mean, why agree to fake date him?” she asked you. 

“I don’t know. I never really thought that I’d be falling in love with him. I thought that we were just pretending while we were in school, but somehow we spent more time together than we should, I think. I never wanted to fall in love with him, okay? You know that I told you multiple time that he’s a dick.”

“But why didn’t you listen to him?” she questioned, pulling you away so she could look you in the eyes. 

“Are you on his side now or what?”

“You know that I’ll always be on your side no matter what, but I can assure you, that they didn’t have sex last night.”

“How would you know?” you asked her this time, curious why she would know something like that. 

“Gen has the room right next to us. Trever and I heard them shouting. It wasn’t until Trever decided to see what was going on. They came back to our room and Peter told us what was going on. He had told Genevieve that they were over for good, that he has feelings for someone else now, you. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but-“

“He just said this to you because he didn’t know that you knew the truth,” you interrupted her, wiping the last few tears away. 

“I knew it as well,” another voice said. 

Steph and you raised your heads, seeing Trevor with a robe on right in front of you. 

“You knew as well?!” you asked him shocked. So you weren’t the only one who broke a promise. 

Trever shook his head and pressed his lips together. “He told me s few days ago.”

“Where is he now?” you asked, slowly getting up on your feet. 

“He’s at the hot tub. I was trying to ease his mind, so we were hanging out in the hot tub, but he said that he needed some time alone. He should be still there,” Trevor replied with a forced smile on his lips. 

“Okay, okay. Maybe I can still fix this. Maybe, if I… I have to change, I have to change,” you mumbled to yourself and walked to your dresser. “Guys, I’m okay. I’m going to be okay. I’ll fix this, okay?”

Steph walked over to you and placed a gentle kiss on your head, “You got this.”

You smiled at her and thanked her before she and Trevor left your room. After you changed, you jumped the stairs down to the lobby and ran straight to the outdoor area where the hot tub was. 

There he was, sitting in the hot tub with his head hung low. It hurt you a bit, seeing him like this, but you weren’t the only guilty one. Yes, you told him to leave you alone, but he could’ve stayed. 

He didn’t see you approaching the hot tub, he saw you once you were standing right in front of him. You didn’t say anything as you opened the zipper of your jacket and threw it behind you. You just wanted to get in as fast as possible. Your bare feet were getting cold in your slippers. You dipped your feet in and carefully sat down on the other side of the tub, leaving enough space between you two. 

It was quiet, awkwardly quiet. You just stared at each other and didn’t say anything for minutes until Peter broke the silence. “You look like shit.”

“Well, thank you.”

Peter sighed. He knew you too well. He knew that you wanted to talk, but also knew that you would never take the first step. “Why are you here?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I overreacted, I know, but… it hurt seeing you with her so close right after we had a moment and somehow I thought that our feelings were mutual and once I saw you together, my whole world came crushing down,” you explained, your voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“She was apologizing,” he just said, ignoring that you were saying sorry. 

“For what?”

“She finally realized that I had moved on. She wanted to apologize for her behavior last night. You have to know that I just went to her room to tell her that it was over,” he replied. 

“But why was she acting like that then? If she really accepted it, she wouldn’t have said that. That’s just stupid.”

“I don’t know, Y/N, okay? It’s Gen, you have to remember that. She’s probably jealous. She might be on good terms with me but maybe not with you,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“But why?”

“Maybe because she tried to kiss me last night, and before you can get angry again, let me explain!  She wouldn’t accept it, she wouldn’t accept that I didn’t love her anymore. She was trying to kiss me, yes, but I pushed her away and I told her that I was in love with someone else now,” he confessed, looking straight at you. 

“In love with someone else? Does it mean you love… do you really?”

“Yes, Y/N,” he exclaimed, running his hands through his damp hair. “We spent so much time together. I got to know you better, the real you, the one who cares for others more than for herself, the one who enjoys even the little things in life, even if it’s just a playlist with your initials as a name,” he laughed as he saw your irritated look. “I saw it in your eyes, they glow once you see something that makes you happy.”

“You notice something like that?” you mumbled. 

“Of course, I do! Because I am in love with you and you notice those things when you are in love with them.”

You pressed your lips together and sighed. If you had known this before the ski trip, maybe then you would’ve enjoyed the trip a bit more. You could’ve snuggled against his side at the fire place and enjoy it, but you didn’t because you always thought that he was doing it to make her jealous. All the things he did for you in the bus, holding your hand, sleeping with you in his arms, he did it because he really wanted to. He wanted you to be close to him, because he wanted to. He wanted it just like you. 

“Y/N, please say something.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you stuttered but got up from your place and stood right in front of him. The water was just reaching your belly button and the warmth of the water on your shoulders was missing. Peter could see the goosebumps on your arms and he immediately reached for them, holding you an arm’s length away. “Just say something.”

“I,” you began and closed your eyes, taking one more breath before you reopened them. “I love you, too.”

“I just wanted to hear that,” he smiled and pulled you closer until your chests were touching. He placed his hands on your cheeks and closed his eyes, closing the space between you completely.

Every time he had kissed you, you felt the sparks but this time, it was different. Knowing that he was feeling the same for you, knowing that he was in love with you, turned the kiss into something else. You could enjoy it for the first time. Peter put all his emotions into the kiss. His brows were knitted and every muscle in his face was tightened. You wrapped your arms around his neck just as Peter slid his hands down your back and placed them on your bum, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. 

You deepened the kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, pulling at them until you had to break apart. Catching your breaths, you realized that his eyes were darker than before. “I would kiss your lips forever, if you let me.”

You smiled and bit your lip, still playing with his hair. You had no chance to reply. His lips attacked yours again. A squeal left your lips before you kissed him back. You could feel every inch of his mouth exploring your own, you could feel the goose-bumps on the back of his neck that your own fingers brushed against but most importantly you could feel the complete and utter love and sincerity that he brought into the kiss. 

His tongue danced over your lips, asking for permission politely, which you granted. A moan left your lips as his tongue danced over yours, dominating you in no time. His hands slid up your back, slipping under the top of your bikini where he held you tightly. “Please, kiss me forever,” you mumbled against his lips. 

Peter pulled away and smiled at you, his lips were plumb and red. “I will.” The kisses turned into a heated make-out session and none of you cared, that you were out in the open. That was until his right hand landed on your knee, leaving a soft and tingly trail to your thigh. He stopped right where your panties began and grabbed the string on the side of your panties, pulling it until the loop opened. You held your breath as you stared at him with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Peter,” you whispered and looked around you. “What if someone sees us?”

“You just have to be quiet,” he noted and put his lips on your neck. 

Your thighs were shaking from excitement until his fingers landed on the one spot you needed him the most. Your mouth formed an o as he worked on your nub, rubbing it in circles. “Oh god.”

“Pssst,” he mumbled against your neck, peppering you with kisses. 

“Faster, Peter!”

“As you wish,” he replied and placed his lips on yours, swallowing the moan that left them as he fastened up. He changed the position of his hands and rubbed your nub with his thumb now, sliding two fingers into you slowly. And if he wasn’t kissing you, you knew that at least now, someone would’ve heard your moans. You couldn’t really kiss him back, the tension in your stomach was growing and you had to concentrate on keeping it quiet. 

“Come on, Y/N. I can feel you tightening. Cum for me,” he said against your lips

“’m close,” you sighed and threw your head back, closing your eyes as you felt your toes starting to tingle. 

Your breaths quickened, your chest was moving up and down rapidly. His fingers squeezed just a bit tighter and it pushed you over the edge. Your vision went white for a split second before you were brought back to reality by his voice. “Damn it, that was so sexy.”

You were still trying to catch your breath as he placed another gentle kiss on your lips. “And I don’t want to stop here.”

“I know, don’t you think that I can’t feel your excitement?” you asked, running your hands over his bulge. He hissed, once your fingers danced over his length. “We better head upstairs. I don’t want people seeing more than they have now, in case someone saw us,” you whispered, climbing off his lap as you put another loop on your panties. 

Peter nodded and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the hot tub in seconds before he helped you putting on your jacket. He threw his robe on and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder so your barely covered ass was sticking out of your jacket. “Peter!”

He just shushed you and jogged through the lobby, ran up the stairs before he dropped you in front of your room. “Please tell me that you got the keys, or else, I’ll just take you here.”

“No need to, I got them,” you replied and grabbed the key from your jacket. You opened the door and let him in first. Closing the door behind you, you reached for Peter’s hand and pulled him against your body. He bit his lips and pushed you back against the door, putting one hand against it right next to your face. 

He was ready to kiss you some more. Licking his lips he leaned in, but right before he could kiss you, you grabbed his shoulders and spun you around. His back hit the cold door and the loop of his rope fell free. You took the chance and opened his robe fully, helping him out of it until he was standing there in his swim trunks. Peter did the same to you, he pulled the zipper down of your jacket, dangerously slow, until you were standing in front of him in your black bikini.

His swim trunks were so tight around his length; it was screaming to be freed. Your fingers ran over his boner, putting pressure on it with the palm of your hand. Peter bit on his lip, trying to keep quiet. Slowly, you pulled his trunks and let it fall once it was over his bum. With his eyes fixed on yours, Peter stepped out of them and kicked them away.

He fought against the excitement in his expression as he watched you dropping on your knees, your hand wrapping around his cock. He wet his lips, not daring to say a word as you looked up at him through your thick lashes. His chin dropped once you started pumping his already hard member a few times. His chest fell as he exhaled deeply, his head falling back against the door, hungry for you to continue. “You’re teasing.”

A loud moan escaped his lips as your tongue jetted out to swipe his length. You took his tip into your mouth as your tongue swirled against it a few times before bringing him in completely. You looked up at him again, his lips were slightly parted in pleasure and his eyes seemed to grow even darker. You moved your head up and down his length, speeding up and then slowing down. Your hand helped with the last few inches that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. 

Soft grunts fell from his lips as you quickened up. Your jaw began to ache but you continued to such his cock like a good girl. You felt his hips stutter and that’s when he pulled out. You sucked in a big gasp of air and tried to catch your breath.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum in that tight little pussy of yours,” he said, grabbing you by the strings of your bikini top and pulled you up.

One hard push on your shoulders, and you were flying back, your thighs met the sheets on his bed and you fell back. Crawling up until your head was leaning against the headboard of his bed, Peter approached you in all of his glory and you were watching him like this was the last time you were able to see him like that.

In no time, he hovered over you, grabbing your thighs and putting them around his waist. The thin fabric of your swimming trunks were the only material between your extremities and you knew exactly that you were dripping wet for him.

He pressed his lips on yours and rolled his hips into yours, earning a moan from you. His tongue slipped past your lips, roaming your mouth until he battled with yours. Your fingers were leaving light traces on his back, driving him insane. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, his teeth and tongue teasing gasps of delight from your reddened lips. Your fingers stroke through his hair and over his chest, back to his back and finally over his muscled arms, learning just how he felt.

He tugged at the knots of your top and untied them with such an ease before it joined the pile of clothing on the floor. He growled into your neck in approval at your breasts being free and used the lightest of touches, tracing the back of his fingers around the swell of your breasts and over your hard, sensitive nipples.

He pulled away from your neck and took your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion before he took your bare form in. “God, you’re so breathtaking.”

“Do you have a condom? I didn’t pack any,” you confessed, drawing patterns on his chest with your right hand. Peter just nodded and crawled off the bed, grabbing a condom that he had put in his backpack.

He joined you back in his bed and ripped it open, put it on his hard member in no time and hovered over you again. He pulled your hair back that was covering your face and gently stroke your cheek. The smile on his face gave it all away. He really loved, he was ready to show you how much he loved you and he was ready to give you all of it.

His hand slipped between your bodies down to your vagina. You were still sensitive down there and hissed once his fingers touched your clit. “You’re so wet for me.”

“All because of you, Peter.”

Cautiously, he sank into you, drawing a low moan from you. Your fingernails dug into his forearms on either side of you as you tried to anchor yourself at that moment with him.

Once he was fully inside you, he stopped, his forehead meeting yours. He closed his eyes, letting out a breath of relief that he felt at this moment. Your grip on him loosened, allowing you to ghost your fingertips over his skin. And if someone else would’ve been in that room, they could hear the sound of your hearts, trying to beat in sync.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned with a sinful roll of his hips that had you clutching whatever you could. One hand got to his back, nails digging into his skin while the other gripped the bedsheets.

His thickness felt to good, stretching you so wide. He groaned a reply and almost tormently-slowly, he pushed deeper, his thick cock stretching you more that his fingers could. He paused, allowing you catch your breath and adjust to just how perfect the other felt.

Peter groaned with pleasure and kissed you open mouthed, eager and lust filled, then he started to move. The pace started out so slow, his fingers dig into your hips, his mouth on yours then moving back to your neck with his hot breath on your sweat slicked skin.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling your hips upwards so he’s even deeper with each thrust. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging and stroking while you moaned your delight from feeling him inside you. When neither of you can take it anymore, he sped up, still achingly deep. His thrusts were crushingly hard and your cunt so tight around him that the sensation was almost too much.

Without warning, Peter grabbed your legs and hitched them over his shoulders, creating a new angle that let him hit even deeper inside you with every thrust. Each time he moved now, the speed increased until he was pumping into you at a feverish pace. Your cries of pleasure were now silent as you writhed underneath him, on the brink of your orgasm. "Oh fuck, Peter,” you moaned as your legs started to shake. You’ve never felt something like that before. A continuous stream of curses fell from your lips as he found the perfect angle that had your entire core feeling as if it was on fire.

“I’m here,” he said in the most tender voice he could muster between the growls of delight. “I love you.”

It was the last thing you needed to hear before you could let go, finally finding your second release. He put your legs back down around his waist somehow, you didn’t even realize it due to the feeling of fire in your core. He held you tighter as the orgasm ripped through your body, his body also quaking as your arousal fluttered around his, drawing him further into you.

You cried out, as the orgasm was washing over you and you went limp beneath him. He didn’t give you a chance to breath before he started slamming back into you. Your core was still sensitive but you didn’t care. He just felt so damn good.

As you gasped for air, his lips met your neck in sloppy kisses. His hands clawed at your sides as he was quickly approaching his own climax. Peter came with a low pitched growl, as you were milking him dry.

“Shit you feel so damn good around me, babe,” he panted while coming down from his euphoria. He stilled for a few moments with his head on your chest, catching his breath before he gently slit out and crawled to the bedside and freed his penis from the elastic.

Once he laid back down on his bed, he pulled you close to him as he nested his head in your neck.

“God, this was amazing,” he muttered against your neck, the vibrations of his lips left tingles all over your body.

So here you were, sitting in the bus next to Peter on your way home with his headphones in your ear and your fingers intertwined, the same way you did on your way to the resort. But this time it wasn’t all fake, this time it was real. This time it was a real relationship.

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“So that’s it then,” she muttered helplessly, wincing as she heard the slight strain within the cracking of her betrayed voice, “that’s really all I am to you.” He ran his hands through his hair and shrugged his broad shoulders, a defeated sigh flowing through his lips, “you’re my best friend.”

Her swollen lips parted then closed and she crossed her arms over her chest, “that’s it?” His hands dropped to his sides, silence filling the air before he uttered those two words, that felt like a dagger through the rib of her chest, “that’s it.”

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statues and stories | p.k.

To All The Boys - Peter Kavinsky x Reader, fluff requested

word count: 813

song: statues and stories - adam guettel | 🔦

A/N: Do I know how much a trip to Italy costs? Roughly. Could your average group of teens manage it? Most definitely not. Is that stopping me? No.

Summary: A senior trip takes you and Peter to Florence, where the museums are more beautiful than anything.

Florence, Italy - also known as "the Athens of the Middle Ages" - shimmered like a diamond in the midday sun. You walked down the beautiful streets with a spring in your step, twisting your head this way and that, trying to drink in all the sights of the city. You breathed in deeply through your nose, something light and giddy bubbling in your chest. This world was unlike anything else, and you were intent on experiencing it all while you could.

For your senior trip, you, Peter, LJ, John Ambrose, and Chris had planned for a week in Florence, Italy. Just how you all had managed to save was still beyond you (although you had the suspicious feeling that John Ambrose was to thank), but you had been saving for years, and finally, it had happened. You were supposed to stick together in a group, but as it inevitably happened, you all wanted to go your separate ways. Now it was just you, Peter, and a city of possibility.

When the museum was in sight, groups of tourists rushing in, shoulder to shoulder, you paused, just marveling at the building and the excitement it held. Peter, who had come on this summer trip with you, grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, not saying a word but letting his joy overflow into you.

"Ready?" Peter asked. You nodded, grinning wide; it was more lovely than the sun. "Make sure to get a picture of me kissing one of the statues."

"Peter! You'll get us kicked out!"

"Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but were smiling, nonetheless. "I'll make sure to get your good side."

"Both of my sides are good."

"Well, I prefer this one." You kissed him featherlight on his left cheek, and Peter mumbled some kind of wisecrack response before turning and kissing you properly. He pulled you close until you were breathless, and when he pulled away, you chuckled. "If you kiss the statues like that, I might just get jealous."

"I'll try not to charm Aphrodite too much."

You stuck your tongue out at Peter's teasing words and pulling him forward through the buzzing crowd into the museum. The sight took your breath away, and you wandered through the building in awe of all the magnificent art. How could one building hold so many precious, heavenly creations? 

You tugged Peter to and fro - never letting go of his hand - marveling at statues and paintings, portraits and sculptures, icons of kings and sketches of angels. Occasionally, you'd look over at Peter and find him already staring at you, as though amid such remarkable beauty, you were the true work of art, hidden beside him. You'd nudge him with your shoulder, and he'd say something cheesy, but the look in his eye would tell you he meant it with the conviction of one blessed.

By the end of the visit, you had sneaked photos in rooms you weren't supposed to, you had told Peter the stories behind a few works of art, and had listened to him come up with ridiculous histories for sculptures (all of them involving forbidden affairs or deep love for a particular kind of cheese). You had attempted to get that picture of Peter kissing a rather popular bust, but that hadn't gone as planned, and all you ended up with was a blurry photo of Peter leaning forward and the security guard crossing his arms, glaring. Peter had claimed to have not known better, but the both of you were laughing too hard to sell the story.

"I'm kinda glad I didn't end up kissing that statue," Peter said as the two of you walked down the Florentine streets, hand in hand, the bright sun on your back, and all the world before you, "can you imagine how many people have touched that?"

"Enough to give you at least twelve different diseases."

"And you didn't stop me?"

"Whatever happened to, 'Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)'?"

Peter laughed and tugged you over to an empty bench. "You're supposed to be my impulse control."

"Seeing as we were only warned, I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You kissed him, cupping his cheek, and you felt the way he grinned against you. "We need to go on vacation more often."

Peter hummed in agreement. "We do." You leaned against his shoulder, and Peter kissed the top of your head. "Maybe not Italy, though."

You chuckled. "You mean you don't love paying through the teeth for a couple of days in the sun?"

"California would be a lot less expensive if that's all you wanted."

"Yeah, but I want Florence."

Peter smiled at you. He had the good sense not to argue. "Then I guess we'll make do."

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I Can’t Keep Doing This (P. K.)

Warnings: Nop.

Word Count: 300 words.

A/N: Hello everyone!!! This is day 2 of my 300 Followers Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration so I’m here with a new story! This is my first time writing for some characters but I really love them so I wanted to give it a try, anyway hope you like it. Thanks so much for reading 💕

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This was it, you were going to talk to him to finish everything up, you just couldn’t keep up with the lie you two were telling everyone, your most recent feelings for him making it all more difficult. 

You had agreed to play this stupid game with Peter because never in a million years you thought that you would actually fall for him but now life was laughing right in your face for being so innocent, of course you were going to fall for him, the guy had it all. He was nice and sweet and made you feel happy and safe, constantly taking you to new places and having little details with you that no one ever had.

You had thought about it all day, barely paying any attention to your classes to find the right words but when the bell rang for the last time that day you realized that it didn’t matter anyway, this was just a plott to make Gen jealous, it wasn’t like you were actually dating.

Walking to your locker your hands started sweating a little bit at the sight of him there waiting for you before his practice, he had a gift to make to feel nervous and now you were question yourself if you really were ready to do it. 

You knew he didn’t love you and that’s why you needed to ended everything up before you got hurt and heartbroken, it was only a matter of time before he got back with Gen so why wait, right? That way you would save yourself a lot of pain.

You could see how his smile grow at the sight of you coming but it had to be done so when you reached him you let those words out.

“I can’t keep doing this…”

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[noahcentineotm-blog]

➙“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

➙ 🌼 Noah Centineo imagine 🌼

➙ A/N : Taking Requests

“so now you’re blaming me?” You harslry questioned looking up at Noah who was sitting on the kitchen island, placing him directly in front of you while he munched away at the food you had on your plate

“No I never said that, all I said was that you didn’t necessarily stop it”

“Just drop it”

“Drop it?” He questingly repeated, tossing the fry he was about to eat back onto your plate.

“Yes drop it, I can’t talk to you when you’re being so closed minded. So forget it. You fucking suck, And stop picking on my food”

“I’m not being closed minded y/n, I’m-“

“Hey guys” Cierra mindlessly interrupted with Maia behind her, she wasn’t the best at picking up on tension.

They stared at the pair of you as you Noah gave them a small greeting while he got off the table and made his way to sit across from you.

Cierra and Maia took a seat on either side of Noah, leaving him the the middle of their pointless chatter, that you would usually be involved in if your mind wasn’t preoccupied.

You looked up when Noah got up and made his was away form the island with no words said.

“What’s going with him” Maia asked, a lttile concernd. Noah was never short tempered and easily annoyed

“Yeah, what’d you do to him” Cierra questioned leading Maia to elbow her for her bluntness

You rolled your eyes, is it a new thing? to put the blame of everything on you?

“Nothing, I didn’t do anything. He’s fine” you dismissed them, returning your focus onto your plate.

You partially paid attention as they went back to their conversation of come concert, still looking down at your plate and picking on your food- well what Noah left.

That’s when you noticed him walking back to the island, wordlessly taking the seat beside you and putting a new plate of fries in front of you. You smiled at him and leaned in, giving him a kiss to his cheek.

His exterior visably softening when you pulled away and laced your fingers with his. You both looked up to Cierra and Maia looking at you two in awe.

“And just like that, you two are good” Maia beamed

“So cute I could puke” Cierra piped in dramatically with a smile

You leaned your head onto Noah shoulder as the table drifted off into a conversation of a red carpet they were going to be attending soon.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Envy

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Warning: Drinking, Partying, swearing

Word Count: 2,914

Jealous Peter Imagine

Peter Kavinsky Masterlist

“Earth to Y/N.” Kennedy said with a pout on her face, while waving her hand feverishly in front of your face.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

Frowning, you looked down at your lap fidgeting with your hands. The air blowing around you, causing pieces of your hair, to fall out of it’s place from the bun on top of your head. Your fellow college students, enjoying the air outside. The wind was full of chatter from all around campus.

“Uh.. No...Sorry.”

“I was saying, there’s a tall brunette looking at you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

You shrugged at your friend, “I’m not interested.”

“What do you mean you’re not interested?”

Rolling your eyes you said, “Kennedy. You know exactly what I mean. I’m focusing on my school work.”

Dramatically sighing she started, “Y/N. I’m just saying, to have fun with the guy not marry him,” She rolled her eyes continuing, “Besides, would it really be that bad, dating Mr. Tall and Handsome over there?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at her, “Whatever. I have to go.” You told her playfully.

Getting up promptly, you weren’t exactly paying attention to where you were going, which caused you to walk right into the man in question.

“Woah, woah, woah.” He said grabbing onto your elbows to try and keep you steady, “You okay?”

Moving to look up at him, you froze mouth gaping for a minute.

“Yeah...Uh...Thank you.” Pulling yourself from the mysterious man, you continued down the sidewalk, outside the college.

Suddenly, the sound of shoes jogging on the pavement was erupting in the wind.

“Woah...Hey.” The mysterious man was by your side, “You run into me and don’t even give me your name?” He questions.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, as you continued walking side by side. 

“Y/N.” You said offering a soft smile, “My name’s Y/N.” Offering your hand to give him a handshake.

“Peter.” He said returning your soft smile. 

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Smiling to yourself, the comforting memory of how you met Peter, playing over in your mind.

“What’re you smiling about?” Peter questioned, coming up to you wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

“I was thinking about how we met.” You murmured into his chest.

Resting his head on top of yours, he jokingly said, “Oh, I remember that day. You were a brat back then too.” He chuckled to himself.

“Hey!” You giggled, trying to pull away from Peter unsuccessfully. Your soft pushing him away, was no match for the man’s iron grip.

“Girl, stop it. You know I mean it with love.” 

Giving up, you resumed your previous spot back on his chest. Walking up to the two of you embracing, Gabe and Trevor making their way to you.

“Ew. Seriously, you guys. Get a damn room.” Gabe said dramatically, while making a gagging sound.

Rolling his eyes, Peter let up on his grip on you before joining your side. Kennedy, soon joined the groups conversation. Walking to the cafe everyone was more than pleasant after their third cup of coffee. It had become a tradition in the mornings, to stop by the little mom and pop cafe, at the campus court yard. During this time, is usually when you all caught in the recent events that was going on in your friends lives. If the weather allowed, your group would usually sit under a tree, in the court yard. Peter, would usually sit next to you, more often than not, he would pull your leg to rest against his thigh, causing you to shift closer to him. His arm or hand would rest against your leg that was resting on him. Ever since you met him, he would be affectionate towards you, causing butterfly’s to erupt in your stomach, and leave a lingering feeling hours after he hand touched you.

“There’s a party being thrown at the Gamma Kappa, frat house tonight. Who’s in?” Trevor asked.

Everyone but you responded, your cup of coffee suddenly becoming the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

“Y/N? You in?” Trevor asked hopeful.

“Uhh...I... I don’t know...Parties aren’t really my thing Trev...” You let out a hesitant breath. 

Usually, you don’t go to parties with your friends. You had feelings for Peter, falling for him was something you weren’t too happy about. He was a flirt, girls were always throwing themselves at him. You knew it was silly to fall for him, especially when he was your best friend. Your mind and your heart were always in conflict about Peter. He was almost always with you, sometimes sleeping over at your apartment that you shared with Kennedy. Often, letting you steal his sweatshirts, and shirts because they smelled like him.

Trevor gave you his infamous pout with his puppy eyes, a face he knew you couldn’t say no to.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you gave in “Alright, fine.”

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Looking in the mirror, you were smoothing out your dress, hoping to forget about your feelings for Peter, even if it was only for a few hours. Kennedy, had chosen your dress for you. It was a red dress, with thin straps that were resting on your shoulders, while the hem of the dress barely, reached mid thigh on you. She had paired it with a pair, of black stiletto heels. Both of you were wearing your hair straight, it had taken a few hours between the both of you using the flat iron, to reach what Kennedy, considered perfection. 

Kennedy, insisted that we would meet the boys at the frat house, not wanting them to see your looks for the night. She was trying to make Trevor, jealous into admitting his feelings for her. All the while, she knew about your feelings for Peter. Once, you stepped foot outside the apartment building, you immediately regretted your outfit of choice. The chilly air, consuming you, causing your teeth to chatter, and body to shake. 

Once, you both got closer to the party, Kennedy seemily, had two men waiting close by to accompany you to the party. 

“Y/N, this is Milo. Milo, this is Y/N.”

“Hi.” You said while tucking a strand of hair behind your hair, not meeting Milo’s gaze. 

Taking your hand in his, he brought your knuckles up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“Shall we go?” Kennedy, clapped excitedly, wrapped in her dates jacket.

With your attention on your friend, you hadn’t noticed Milo’s actions of shrugging off his jacket, until it was placed on your shoulders. Turning your head to face him, you said, “Thank you.” to him as you both began following Kennedy, and her date, to the party.

Stepping into the dwelling, a wave of warmth washed over you, along with a musty smell. The party was blasting music. Upon entering, Milo had placed his hand on the small of your back, to guide you through the crowd. His hand on your back, wasn’t the same as Peters, causing your body to stiffen.

Your dates, lead you to a table that was unoccupied. Once you both were situated, they disappeared to go get drinks for the four of you. Somehow, your group of guy friends found the both of you.

“Y/N!” “Kennedy!” 

Sounded from the group of boys. 

Peter came up behind you, his chest coming in contact with your back, hands resting on your waist. 

“You look stunning.” His hot breath fanning across your ear, sending shivers down your spin. Closing your eyes, you leaned back into Peter, resting your head back against his strong shoulder. Goose bumps, began covering your arms, while a fluttering feeling coursed through your veins. One, of his hands made their way up to your hair, tugging it behind your ear, while the feeling of his lips ghosted over your ear.

“Excuse me. You are?” 

Your eyes snapping open, bringing you back to reality, your table was empty, leaving you, Milo, and Peter alone. Milo, set your drink down in front of you, causing you to unravel yourself from Peter. 

Peter’s chocolaty eyes, were met with piercing blue ones. Jealous had overwhelmed his senses, causing him to let out a low growl in return. He had always had feelings for you. He flirted with girls in front of you, in hopes of being able to gauge some sort of reaction from you, testing the waters in seeing if you shared his feelings. 

Taking your hand, Milo lead you to the dance floor, sending a smirk over your shoulder before leaving a jealous Peter in your wake. Stepping foot on the dance floor, you were met with your group of friends.

“Y/N!!!” 

They all drunkenly yelled, causing you to giggle dropping your gaze to your shoes. 

“Can I have this dance?” Milo asked in a hushed tone.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck, while his hands rested low on your hips, causing him to wrap himself around you. The thought of Peter, was still clouding your mind. It wasn’t until you felt a hand travel down to your butt giving it a light squeeze, that pulled you from your thoughts about Peter. Milo, shot you a playful smirk, before he leaned down pressing his lips to yours. His teeth gently, bit down on your bottom lip, tugging your lip lightly when he pulled away. 

His lips moved to your jaw, then down to your neck where he caused you to gasp, not expecting him to bite down on your sensitive skin. An unapproved moan, fell from your lips. Taking your reaction as encouragement, he began sucking and biting on your neck, leaving a bruises in his wake. 

Making his way up to your ear, his hot breath sent delicious shivers over your body, “I think it’s working.” He said lowly.

You gave him a confused look in response. 

“You’re trying to make that guy from the table jealous, yeah?”

Simply giving him a nod, he continued, “He’s jealous.”

Looking up at Milo, your lips fell open in shock, “Are you su-”

“I know that look all too well.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to put on a show for him?” He asked mischievously. 

Before you knew it, “Let’s do it,” fell from your lips, causing you to think it was the alcohol talking.

Suddenly, Milo had both hands on your hips, spinning you around so that his chest was pressed to your back. He resumed leaving kisses and bruises, along your neck and collarbone. His hands were on steadily on your hips, resulting in a steady pace of your butt swaying against his crotch. After, what felt like hours, Milo spun you around again, causing you to be face to face. His lips hungerily, crashed onto yours. His tongue parting your lips, not bothering to ask for permission. Once, his tongue entered your mouth the taste of whiskey, filled your mouth. Milo was busy shoving his tongue down your throat, to hear Peter come up to the two of you.

Peter, had been sitting at the table alone. Something he wasn’t used to. Many girls had come and tried to get his attention, but his eyes were glued to you and Milo on the dance floor. 

Suddenly, Milo was ripped away from you, while your hand was swiftly taken intertwined with Peters. He had pulled you away from Milo, and out of the frat house. As the freezing air hit you, causing sobriety to over take you. Once, your mind had cleared, you stopped walking, yanking your hand out of Peters, causing him to turn and face you confused.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your words coming out much more harsh than you had intended. 

Silence fell between the two of you. Peter was suddenly interested in his shoes. You could’ve sworn that you had saw redness dancing across his cheeks. 

“Peter?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Deciding he wasn’t going to give you an answer, you pushed past him and headed to your apartment. 

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“Y/N.” A soft knock came from your bedroom door.

Groaning in response, you rolled over in bed so that your back was to the door.

The soft creek of the door opening filled the room. Suddenly, your blankets were lifted up and someone slid in. A familiar scent, filled your nose. Letting out a low groan, you didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Y/N,” A husky voice started, “I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what came over me...” 

“Bullshit, Peter. You know damn well what came over you.”

“Ouch,” His voice playfully said.

“Why are you here, Peter?” You sighed, “I don’t want to see you.”

“I know. Can you at least turn around? You don’t have to open your eyes.”  He whispered, his voice laced with sadness.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you closed your eyes rolling around so that you were face to face with Peter. His hand moved to your face, gently cupping your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch unwillingly. His hand that was cupping your face, moved down to your waist allowing him to wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, so there was no space between either of you. 

Chuckling softly, his husky voice sounded, “Nice shirt.”

You could hear the smirk that had spread across his face, causing you to open your eyes, and glare at him. 

“Shut up.”

“What? You look better in my clothes, than I do.” A blush made it’s way on his cheeks. 

You rolled your eyes in response to his flirtatious comment. It all happened so quickly. His lips barely brushed against yours, before he retreated. Immediately, guilt spread across his features. 

“I’m-” 

Not letting him finish his sentence, you had pounced on Peter, taking him by surprise. His back hit the mattress as you straddled his hips, placing your hands on his chest to keep your balance.

Peter looked up at you full of surprise. Leaning down, your lips captured Peters, a light kiss turning into something heated in a matter of seconds. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you gently nibbled on it, enticing a deep moan from the man underneath you. His hands that were resting on your hips, began to roam your body. One, hand made its way underneath your shirt, realizing you only had panties on underneath, he let out a heavy moan. 

Taking the opportunity, your tongue snaked its way into Peter’s mouth. His tongue wrestled against yours. Pulling away slightly, you placed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, making your way to his jaw nipping at the skin. You could hear the sharp intake of breath that Peter had took. He couldn’t take it anymore, flipping you over on the bed so your back was in contact with the mattress. 

He settled in between your legs, swiftly taking his shirt off of your body. A deep growl was heard from the man above you. Before, you could question him his mouth was on yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth, not bothering to gain access rather taking authority.

The hand that wasn’t supporting his weight above you, traveled down to your calf, pulling softly to wrap your leg around his waist, to pull him impossibly closer to you. His hot mouth began traveling down your jaw, nipping and sucking down your neck. 

Pulling back lightly, his tongue soothed the bruise he had just placed in your skin, looking proud in that moment. It dawned on you that he was jealous of the bruises Milo had given to you the night before, Peter covered them with his own bruises marking you as his.

Suddenly, his eyes grew cloudy, his voice growing deeper, “Baby, you’ll be screaming my name, you won’t be able to talk tomorrow.” Giving you a devious smile.

Your phone ringing, disturbed the heated moment. Not wanting to give the satisfaction to Peter, you reached over and answered it.

“Hello?”

“How did we do last night?” 

It was your turn to give him the devious smile.

“Oh, hey Milo.”

Peter growled, resuming his previous actions. He began biting and sucking leaving fresh bruises from your collarbones, to the tops of your breasts. His actions making it hard for you to hold in your moans while talking to Milo.

Finally, Peter got annoyed taking your phone from you, he spoke into it, “Y/N’s kinda busy at the moment. She won’t be going on anymore dates with you because she has a boyfriend.” Hanging up on Milo, Peter placed your phone back on your nightstand. 

Looking up at Peter, you gave him a knowing look, “My Boyfriend?”

“Oh, I almost forgot. Will you be my girlfriend? In case my actions weren’t clear enough, I have feelings for you.”

Giggling, you nodded your head excitedly. Peter’s lips were back on yours in an instant. He began grinding his hips into your causing you to come undone beneath him. His teeth grazed your ear, before he began nibbling, causing you to arch your back into him, letting out another moan. Your finger nails digging into the skin of his back in pleasure. 

There was a loud knock on your bedroom door, causing Peter to stop his actions, “I wanted to let you know, that I’m going to Trevor's house before this gets too loud. Be safe kids.”