Classic rock imagines

Peter Murphey

Warnings: smut
Word count: 800

"Y/n?!" Peter yells from the other room

I set down the book I was reading, walking into the room.

"What?"

"My parents invited us to dinner." He says "it's tonight by the way."

"What?! Why didn't you warn me in advance? Peter your parents are terrifying!"

"They're not that bad! You'll be fine I promise."

"Ok whatever." I roll my eyes "what time are we going?"

"In two hours."

"Fine."

I walk into our shared bedroom, flipping through the closet. Nothing seemed good to wear, it was either too colorful, or too shiny, or too dark. But then there was a white dress with copper streaks and bell sleeves. It was perfect.

After showering and curling my hair, I slip on the dress and do my makeup. I kept it simple, wanting all the attention to be in the gorgeous dress. It was almost time to go, and I slip on some copper open toe heels. Before exiting the room, I spritz myself in perfume and grab a bag.

"Ready?" Peter asks

"Coming!"

I walk downstairs, seeing him in a white suit.

"Well don't you look beautiful."

I blush, following him to the car. He tells me where we're meeting his parents, hopefully to relieve my nerves. He helps me out of the car and holds my hand as we walk into the restaurant, telling me things like "don't bring up the band" and "don't be nervous, they live you".

We sit down across from his parents after greeting them and saying hi. The waiter was friendly, giving us compliments here and there. We all ordered our drinks and got to chatting. His parents were fairly simple folk, making small talk and being nice. I was never sure why I got so nervous to see them because they'd always been so kind towards me. After taking our food orders, the waiter leaves us to wait. The conversations became more evolved and elevated. We talked about things like first dates, summer camps, horror stories and more.

While eating, Peter's hand falls on my thigh, but I didn't think much of it. We continued chatting as we ate. His hand moves to my upper thigh, dangerously high. My breath hitches as he does so, trying to focus less on him and more on the food. As his hand creeps further upwards, I kick him under the table.

"Sorry, it's a bit cold in here isn't it?" I say, trying to play it off

We continue eating like nothing happened. I cross my legs in hope that Peter would wait till dinner was over. But he was restless and obviously getting cranky.

"What do you say we get the bill?" He says

"Are you sure? We haven't been long." His mom says

"Well I have a busy day tomorrow and would appreciate getting some rest." He replies

"Alright dear, whatever's best."

The bill comes and Peter quickly pays, rushing him and I out of the restaurant and into the car.

"Peter what the hell?" I laugh

"Sorry." He blushes

He made the drive home quicker than it should've been, eagerly getting out as we pulled into the driveway. He frantically turns the keys and shuts the door behind him, picking me up and bringing me upstairs.

"Peter calm down Jesus!"

"This is no time for being calm y/n."

"Peter come on, we have plenty of time."

"I know." He sighs

"And Jesus, in front of your parents? Really?"

"Sorry about that."

"Yea that's kinda gross." I nod

I sit on the bed, taking my heels off and tossing them aside. He walks into the bathroom, coming out minutes later without his shirt on. After changing into something more comfortable, I get under the covers. He joins me, peppering me with kisses and trailing them down my neck, pulling my shirt up and tossing it aside. He does the same with my bottoms, leaving me in just my panties. I decide to be compliant, stripping him of his bottoms and boxers. After streaming kisses down my stomach, he pulls my panties down, lining himself at my entrance. I nod, signaling for him to start. Soft moans fill the room as he pounds into me. My hands run up and down his back as my nails dig into his skin. I look up, seeing his face covered in a dewey layer of sweat. He was gorgeous, and he knew it. I moaned his name as he continued, not knowing if I could handle anymore. Soon enough I reach my climax, my hips bucking into the air. He follows soon after, collapsing beside me as he comes down.

"I love you." He says, kissing my cheek

"Love you too lover boy." I giggle, burying my head into his neck