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'I'm begging you...'
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ADMITTEDLY PETER COULD have said he was much more confident in his words than he was in his actions, because here now, walking, shadowing behind your body... He was a nervous mess. Peter had never really had any good experiences when it came to parties in the past. Usually it would be the occasional birthday party, which had never been the same after the age of seven... Not having any parents to celebrate along with you the day they brought you into the world kinda sucked. Other than that it was a wedding, like the day Aunt May's friend Margret got married in June. They were just... boring. But, Peter understood a teenage party... Was going to be completely different.
There were so many eyes, watching and looking, and now he was suddenly thinking about what he had chosen to wear, the way he styled his hair in the mirror, what if he didn't fit in, what if he lost you in the crowd?...
Reaching forward Peter grabbed onto the back of your shirt for support and mental comfort that he could keep in you in eye range while you wondered through the crowds of teenagers. There was the occasional bump on the shoulder or someone would stand in front of you causing you to stop. He couldn't see exactly where you were headed, so that also made him slightly more nervous.
For fuck sake Peter man up.
You felt the tug on your shirt and you thought it was kinda cute, Peter being Peter and all he was probably shitting bricks. Inside, deep down, you did feel somewhat of a pang of guilt for bringing him here with you. You could have easily avoided it or even come alone or heck, not at all. But, all for the cause of sexual needs... However, you knew exactly what would calm him down enough for him to maybe find comfort. Reaching back, you tugged Peter's fingers off of your shirt and brought your hand into his, locking your fingers. He was already sweating.
"Here," you finally exhaled, lifting your head over the remaining crowd as you managed to find a clearing in the sea at the drinks table. There were bottles among bottles and liquids poured out among the bases creating somewhat of a river on the table top. It was a mess. You couldn't see anything in particular that caught your eye, so you just picked the first bottle in front of you, bringing it to your nose and taking a deep inhale.
"Hm, thoughts?" You asked, holding it up to Peter while you scanned the rest of the table. Peter bent over lightly, catching the scent of the alcohol inside the bottle. It was vile, so strong and quite frankly disgusting. But, then again, he never had liked the natural scent that alcohol gave off. The taste, well, he'd never tried it.
"Uh, I don't know... Try that one," Peter pointed to a red bottle in the middle of the table which looked more pleasing. You placed the first bottle down and reached over.
It had to be the worse time to be stood behind you at that point. Not only did he get a view, but you were pushing right up against him making him jump. He wasn't expecting both your plump cheeks to push up against his crotch the way they did, or see your fine arms extend. Your body was so angelic he wanted to claim it there and then.
Wrapping your fingers around the neck of the bottle you brought it towards you, catching the scent. This one was much more sweet, just enough for you to dare to take a taste. Turning slowly, you brought the cold glass bottle tip to your lips and took your first, long, leisurely swig of the night.
The liquid hit you like a bomb, fizzing over your tongue. It tasted like cherry at first, and then the thick alcohol that laced behind hit and your brows tightened. Gripping the bottle you brought it away from your lips, looking down at the label and making a mental note of the name.
"It'll do," you shrugged, picking up two cups and pouring half out into each. All the while you could feel Peters eyes burning into the side of your head, clocking your every movement. His body was pushed flush against you, despite having a meter of space to spread out in, like he was glued to your side.
Shoving the bottle back down into the crowd of others you handed Peter his cup, already sipping your own. There was some sort of craze that naturally developed after drinking your first lot of sweet alcohol. Just one, and you were hooked. Peter looked at you, eyes wide, blinking slowly.
"Well, try it," you egged him on, pushing the cup a little closer to him. Maybe you could have been a little more subtle, but you wanted him to loosen up a bit. See your side of the story just for tonight. He looked down at the clear liquid swimming around in the base of the cup, his stomach beginning to churn. This was his first time drinking, he bared in mind the concept he wasn't even of drinking age, it felt so wrong.
"Peter my arms getting tired," you dragged out with a giggle, "do you want it or not you big baby?"
Rolling his eyes, Peter took the cup from your hands and brought it to his lips. He figured he might as well get this over and done with. But god he wasn't ready for it. The liquid was fizzy, stinging his eyes and the strong burn that came afterwards almost made him bail completely. It was heavy, hitting his stomach like a truck load making his teeth clash and brows squint.
"See, that wasn't so bad," you nudge his shoulder as he lowered the drink from his face, trying to swallow the last few drops. Peter couldn't exactly say the same.
"I think I'll stick to orange juice," he shook his head, running his tongue along his bottom lip. Peter could have chosen any action and it would have made your body burn up into a blazing fire immediately. How was this guy so clueless to his actions? Any other guy would do that on purpose for egotistical pleasure, but Peter... Was just naturally hot.
"Do as you please Parker, but I don't even wanna remember we came here in the morning," you threw up your hands, spinning on your heel and refilling your cup, this time with numerous added liquids. Of course if everything went to plan, you'd probably remember this night for the rest of your life.
Keeping track wasn't an option, you had the urge to get shitfaced and no awful taste was going to ruin your plans. Your cup was almost full, liquid a milky green colour and it looked pretty disgusting.
"You wouldn't," Peter gasped, watching as you turned, grimacing down at the liquid.
"Fucking watch me," smirking playfully you brought the cup to your lips. The first chug struggled to get down your throat, your walls naturally trying to close to turn away the vile liquid, but after that it was flowing down. Peter had his eyes locked on your throat, watching as it bobbed with every swallow. Heaven knows he wanted to kiss you there, suck on that sweet skin, get his hands in your hair.
Finally finishing the last drop your lungs where burning for oxygen, gasping aloud as you brought the cup back down again.
"You're insane," Peter chuckled, hand falling onto your lower back as to stop you from falling as you wobbled uneasily on your feet. It was kicking in already; the haziness in your eyes and the tingling in your stomach. It's like you were reverting back to being a six year old.
"Yeah but you love it," you winked playfully, before a hiccup burst from your lips. You covered your mouth immediately in embarrassment, looking up at Peter who was trying to stifle a laugh.
You'd managed to encourage Peter to have just one more drink, which he had obliged to. So you made sure it was full to the top, god knows what was floating around in there. Surprisingly, he managed to down the whole thing, having to hold onto you as he tilted to cup back further and further as to catch every last drop. His jaw line shone in the beaming lights, and you questioned what you could and would do to sink your teeth into the bone. It was clear now that you both wanted each other, despite meeting less than twenty-four hours ago. That didn't matter. Time was just a number, your sexual need was something completely different, much stronger than a ticking clock. Yet, neither of you knew the extend of your desires, yet.
The music began to switch up as Peter finished the drink, eyes batting together as he too began to feel the toll the stinging liquid was taking on his body. He'd never felt so free, so loose and such lack of control over his own body. The music wasn't helping, the song was so upbeat and not to mention sexual. He knew the song off by heart, Paris Jones - You Like Me.
"Wanna dance?" You yelled over the music now booming through the speakers. Peter looked down at you, your eyes wide and shifting. It's like there where galaxies hidden in those eyes, whirl pools of life and death, hurt, pain, yet confidence and self love. He was lost.
"Why not?" He nodded. Peter wasn't completely pissed, and neither where you, but he was beginning to feel slightly tipsy as you took his hand. He felt like you'd electrocuted him with a lightning bolt as you locked your fingers in his. You were destined to be in the eye of the storm, not on the outskirts where nothing happened. You dragged him through the crowd right into the middle of the dance floor, already jumping up and down to the beat of the music.
This was where the magic was going to happen.
Without any regrets or even a passing thought you brought Peter close to you, taking his other hand and wrapping them around your body. His chest was tight on your back, and it took him a while to settle. Because Peter was freaking out.
He'd never been this close to a girl before, never been this intimate, and although he was questioning whether or not that was your intention, he was still trying hard not to stiffen in his jeans.
Even if it was just for tonight you needed something, and him just being this close was already beginning to soothe parts of your gaping wounds that never healed in your mind. Just his hands now resting on your stomach brought you warmth, and soon his head was on your shoulder, swaying to the beat of the music. It wasn't hard to completely loose yourself in the tone of the music and the flashing lights. The thundering in the floorboards and the people around you that where experiencing the same kind of euphoria as you. It was crazy what the right song could do to you. Mess you up in all kinds of ways.
You figured that's where the new found confidence had come from, either the music or the alcohol, you couldn't choose. Because now you were grinding hard back into Peter, needing to get that reaction out of him. Needing something.
Peter was already unbalanced on his feet, but feeling your soft ass rubbing up against him almost floored him completely. He was too shy to move, and you caught the message. Was it that obvious?
Sooner than he had expected, after dancing for what felt like seconds you were facing him, your hands roughly placing his on your hips as your arms fell around his neck. You couldn't bare it any longer, because you had him right where you wanted him. You were minutes away from plan completion.
You'd caught eyes, locked in a deathly stare. His where hooded and yours were focused, dropping down and back up again between his eyes and his lips. Peters stomach was overflowing with nervous butterflies as he watched your eyes shift up and down his face. He didn't know how to do this, what if you leaned in? He'd never kissed a girl before. He'd never kissed anyone before.
"Peter..." you mumbled, yet he could hear it loud and clear over the beat of the music. The base drop was almost at the starting line, making your adrenaline rush. Your bodies where edging hopelessly closer, basically standing on one another and you could feel him panicking.
You head bent in, noses touching gently and the heat coming from his cheeks was breath taking. He was blushing like crazy as you got the first feeling of his lips as they gently touched yours. He was nervous, but you needed it. Sealing the deal you finally connected the pair, kissing him softly.
Peter hadn't prepared at all and he was already breathless. Pulling away for a quick breath he swallowed, your foreheads still touching. He didn't want it to stop... Just one kiss and he was completely hooked on you. It's like his fantasies where coming true.
Although this wasn't how Peter had initially imagined his first kiss; which would have been something much more romantic, like a date by the beach or at the park, he didn't really care. This somehow seemed so much better. Your arms where still around his neck and his hands where kneading into your hips as he leaned forward again. He wanted to taste you again, your lips were so soft and sweet.
You weren't shy to Peters actions and met him in the middle, leaving an open mouthed kiss against his lips. Peter wasn't expecting such a forceful action, causing a moan to slip past his lips at the sudden pleasure. Goosebumps ran up the shell of your arm sending a wave of strong pleasure straight to your stomach. Hearing that moan made your mind slip.
Peter was more inexperienced than he first interpreted, not being able to follow your lips. Pulling away with much reluctance he sighed, noses still connected, lips inches apart.
"Y/N-"
"Yes?" You jumped in, wanting more, you were so close.
"I- I've never done this before..."
Peters innocence was beautiful, the way he didn't know a single way to touch or feel you, kiss you or pleasure you... It excited you. Now you would have the pleasure of teaching it to him in your own way.
"It's okay," you mumbled, your hands edging up to the back of his neck, gently tangling your fingers into his curls, "just let me..." you voice gently trailed off at the end of what was supposed to be, 'Just let me take control'. But you were so hooked up on his scent, growing stronger as you pressed your lips under his jaw, that you completely forgot how to speak all together.
Peter had barely moved an inch despite his racing heart keeping his feet moving softly to the music. Your hands had found themselves at his shoulders, keeping him close as you placed peppered kisses along his jaw and under his ear. He could feel your hot breath up against his cold shell, his eyes shifting closed as he leaned into you.
You could feel the way his grip tightened on your hips as you sucked a little more forcefully, imprinting a hickey into the side of his neck. It sent shock waves through Peter, his rib cage bending to the pressure of his heart, beating like a greyhound on the racetrack. He'd become completely numb to your motions to the point where he hadn't realised he was now half hard in his jeans.
All the blood was rushing south and he couldn't stop it. In a way he felt rather embarrassed at the fact that just someone kissing his neck was turning him on. Wasn't that the point though? Maybe... But it just seemed weak to Peter.
"Y/N..." Peters voice sounded worried as he pushed your hips back, untangling your lips from his neck. The cool air in the room soon soaked up the damp spot under his ear, making his jaw clench.
"What's wrong?" You asked concerned, panicking at the thought that you had pushed a boundary. To your surprise Peter looked down between your bodies rather ashamed, your eyes gently following. Seeing the tent in his jeans was pleasing, making you smile a little.
"I... I'm sorry-"
"What are you apologising for?" You whispered, standing closer so no one could see. "If anything it's more of a compliment," you smirked, locking his eyes with yours once more, trailing your hand down his stomach and gripping his cock in hand.
Peters breath pitched into a quiet shriek,
immediately pulling your hand away causing your stomach to drop.
Peter wanted it, he wanted it badly but... Not here. No where everyone could see you, not where he would be limited to what you could do to him.
"Peter, I'm so sor-"
"Can we get out of here? I..." Peter paused, unsure of how to explain himself.
"You?"
"I want this, but... Not here," he swallowed, looking around the crowded room. You nodded, getting the feeling of guilt seize to dissipate. This time you had taken it too far.
Taking his hand you did as he asked and took him to a more quieter room on the other side of the house. It was seemingly dark, trying to navigate your way in the shadows until you finally found a room that was empty and much quieter than the party outside.
After filling the room you shut the door behind you, ready to spill a life's worth apology out to Peter, who was standing in front of you nervously.
"Peter I'm sorry I-"
"Can you kiss me again?" He jumped in, biting his lower lip with confusion and... Desperation?
"What?"
"Can you kiss me... Again... Please?" He asked swallowing tightly as you gradually got closer to him. Seeing how, you didn't want to rush things. There wasn't going to be a point with Peter. If you did, you knew he'd run away scarce. But, you didn't mind taking things a little slower then usual.
"Okay..." you nodded with a smile that you couldn't shake, biting your lip. He sighed with pleasure, feeling your hand push his shoulder ever so gently, but sent him over, sitting him down on the bed. Once you made sure he was comfortable you waisted no time in taking a seat on his hips, straddling him completely.
A blush rose to his pale cheeks when he felt just how warm you were. You were practically burning up.
Sucking in a deep breath Peter leaned in to your touch, much needier than he had deemed himself to be. He caught every smell of you, noses touching as your lips met for the second time that evening.
Peters heart began to race, wanting more but not knowing how... And the fear of embarrassment as he felt every ounce of blood rush down to his cock. He couldn't help it, he had one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever laid eyes on, a girl that he had fantasised about, on top of him.
Once you had noticed Peters movements alter, the heat coming from his cheeks making it hard to breath you stopped.
"What's wrong?" You whispered, rubbing his shoulders gently.
"I... I..." Peter swallowed, "I'm uh-"
"Oh..." you giggled, looking down between your sandwiched bodies, "you want me to take care of that for y-"
"EVERYONE OUT!" The door slammed open before you could even finish your sentence, jumping up and off of Peter, "Cops are here, out, now!"
You and Peter both looked at each other, a little stunned to say the least before you made the attempt to collect yourselves and passed down through the hallway and out the back door, still hand in hand.
You had to admit, there was a strong tone of anger coursing through your veins. You were so close to getting an inch of Peter and then just like that, it was all ruined. Once you'd made it out into the cold midnight air you finally tuned to look at Peter.
"Maybe we should just go home..."
"Yeah..."
You couldn't help but smile, as Peter had fallen asleep on your shoulder during the bus ride home, his hand locked in yours, body gently shivering from the cold.
Once you were faced with your apartment doors you knew then this would be it now for the rest of the night, a small dark shadow clouding over you.
"Come round tomorrow?" Peter asked in his tired state, looking over at you as he fumbled with his keys. "Y-you don't have to."
"Say 10?" You smiled, reaching into your pocket for your keys. Peter smiled devilishly, finally unlocking the door.
"10 sounds great for me," he nodded.
"Peter," you jumped in with one last word before he could open the door, making his head turn your way.
You walked over quickly, gripping his shoulder and placing one last chaste kiss on his thin lips.
"See you tomorrow," you smiled, adding a teasing wink before you were gone behind the walls of your apartment, leaving Peter breathless, exhausted and horny.
This was about to be long, long night.
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Thank you so much for reading! Chapter four coming soon.