#peterkavinskyimagine

“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.