Okay im alr back (sorry for the spam) but do you write for Peter Pettigrew???
And if so can I request some fluff with Peter where him and the reader are smoking and just being domestic and cute
Maybe ending in smut maybe not I don't really care
Anyway I love you writing so fucking much thank youuuu 😘
shared kisses, stolen cigarettes - peter pettigrew
summary: you and peter share a cigarette by the open window in the common room.
wc: 0.9k+
You hummed along to an unknown tune as you perched yourself on the small window nook in the corner of the common room. The cool afternoon’s breeze blew through your hair from the open window, causing your eyes to flutter shut softly as you blew smoke from between your lips. You brought the cigarette to back to your lips and inhaled deeply, leaning against the cool window next to you.
You jumped up slightly when a gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, coughing out white smoke which dispersed into the air around you.
“Oh, sorry sweetheart. Didn’t mean to scare you.” You twisted your torso to look at the man who had spoken, smiling widely when your eyes landed on Peter. “Hey, you.” You patted the empty spot in front of you, inviting your boyfriend to sit with you.
He grinned, sitting down facing you, one leg folded so he could fit in the tight space. You offered Pete your cigarette, and he gratefully took it, running a hand through his soft blond hair. You shuffled on the spot, moving to sit back on your legs, crawling forward uncomfortably to sit right in front of your boyfriend. You leaned forward, placing both your hands on his thighs.
“Can I sit?” You asked, heart thumping loudly in your chest at your own question, an unreasonable fear of rejection blossoming through your veins.
Your boyfriend extended an arm out, and you took it as an invitation to come forward, smiling widely. You shifted your weight onto one of your knees, lifting the other one up so Peter had space to extend both his long legs on the makeshift bench in front of him. You swung your leg over his thighs, and Peter handed you the cigarette so he could put both his hands on your waist, dragging you forward so you could sit on his lap.
You cupped Peter’s cheek with your free hand, leaning forward to press your lips against his. “Hi.” Peter mumbled when your lips separated, a light blush painting his cheek. “Hi.” You echoed, smiling shyly for whatever reason. It wasn’t as though you and Peter had only been dating for a short while, but something about him made you feel giddy no matter where you were. You just liked him so much.
“I missed you.” Peter whispered, and you gave him the cigarette, snaking your arms around his neck, hugging him loosely as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Missed you too. Were you with the boys?” You felt Peter nod as he took a long drag from the cigarette. His arm rested on your lower back, hugging you loosely. He blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, into the common so he wouldn’t hit you in the face with the stench of tobacco.
“Just got back from the hufflepuff common room. Remus was selling to a couple of 4th years.”
“Fourth years? Oh, shame on you lot.”
“Shame on us?” Peter asked with an amused smile, offering you the cigarette, which you happily took from him. He watched as you inhaled deeply, raising his eyebrows in question as his fingertips travelled underneath your shirt, resting on your bare skin.
“How old were you when you started smoking?” You immediately felt your cheeks heat up at the exposing question, stumping the cigarette’s flame out on the window’s cold glass before tossing it into the trash can nearby. “That’s not - shut up.” Peter grinned cheekily, gently placing a hand on your cheek and pulling your face closer to his. His lips grazed yours, but he didn’t kiss you just yet, instead looking at you lovingly as he whispered to you
“Well I think you look sexy when you smoke. I definitely don’t think the same of the fourth years.”
“Well, you better not think the same about any other woman, you hear that Pettigrew?”
And with that, he connected your lips, tongue swiping down on your lower lip. Your lips parted to welcome Peter’s tongue in your mouth, letting it glide against yours softly. You moaned quietly, moving your hands to rest on his chest as you pushed him away from you.
Peter’s lips separated from your with a pop, and you grinned, sitting back on his thighs as one of Peter’s hands caressed your thigh softly, just under the hem of your skirt. You inhaled sharply, opening your mouth when you were suddenly interrupted by a mystery voice.
“Hey Pete, you forgot this with me.” Remus tossed your boyfriend a pack of cigarettes, but Peter only shook his head as he caught the little rectangular packet. “I won’t be needing this, apparently y/n’s quitting smoking.”
“Tell him what you said about the fourth years.”
Peter laughed teasingly, pulling you closer to peck your lips softly. “Sure you didn’t.” “Stop talking.” You demanded weakly, digging your head into the crook of Peter’s neck, hiding away from his terrifying friend.
“You’re disgustingly adorable, the two of you.” Remus said at the same time Peter told him “I think she’s a little scared of you."
Remus chuckled, putting both hands in his pockets. “Hey, y/n, I can’t wait to hear about the fourth years when we’re preparing drinks for tomorrow’s party, okay?” You groaned, hugging Peter closer to you.
“Pete,” You started when Remus was finally gone. “I regret offering to bartend with Remus. He scares me.”
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