You Me, A Place To Be

𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐱 | 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞

TW, smut

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For the longest time in his life, Peter thought he was the one person he's ever known that just couldn't control himself when he really wanted something. It takes two minutes in his car with Y/N for him to realise that was complete bullshit. It turns out beautiful girl can barely keep her hands to himself as she reaches for the back of Peter's neck while he's driving

Peter clenches his jaw, takes a deep breath. "I'm driving." He says, like Y/N needs a fucking reminder - but it's not like he knows one of his weaknesses is his neck.

"And I'm just playing with your hair." She states right back at him, smiling with one corner of her lips.

He realises there's no way he's convincing her to keep her hands off him, so he just relaxes. Her hand feels like heaven and it's enough to get goosebumps right where she's touching - besides, he's sort of really drunk too. Jesus Christ, he's just realised he's drunk and driving, May would absolutely kill him for it. At least it's a short drive. "Can I put my bluetooth?" She asks.

"Sure." Peter shrugs. She removes her hand from Peter's neck and it should be fucking worrying how much he misses the touch barely even a second afterwards. He still feels her there, though.

It doesn't take long for the beat to start. Of fucking course she would put a sex song. Because that's the mood. Still, Peter has to clench his jaw when he listens "I was in your wet dream, driving in your car". Jesus Christ. Who even is this girl?

The hand returns after a few minutes, but now it rests on his thigh. Peter squirms in his seat. Focus on the road, focus on the fucking road. Except, of course there's a moment Peter glances down and, for a moment, he swears to God he spots something on Y/N's wrist. He frowns. What the fuck is that?

He doesn't have much time to think, though. Next thing he's hearing is Y/N practically moaning "It's enough to make a girl blush, it's enough, it's enough to make a girl blush".

"Jesus Christ," He mutters under his breath, widening his eyes and focusing on the road once again.

"You good?" Y/N asks after a second.

"Yeah, just dying to get home." Peter says, takes a deep breath. "Really fucking dying to get home."

"Are we close?" She asks, caressing his thigh gently.

"Really fucking close, like two blocks."

And so they arrive.  Peter parks in front of the place, opening his own door and walking a bit faster so he'll reach Y/N's side. He opens for her. Y/N smiles. "A gentleman." The beautiful girls right hand reaches for his left one and Peter closes the door behind them. Y/N holds his hand as they walk to the front door. "It's a beautiful house," She says once they reach the stairs.

"Thank you." Peter smiles. He turns the living room's light on - light enough to see the furniture, low enough to keep the mood. "Do you want something to drink?" He asks, walking towards the bar.

"Just when I'm sobering up?" Y/N asks, laughing and following him. Before the Peter says anything, she continues. "We could do a shot?"

Peter looks at her from the counter, raises his eyebrows. "Love, if you plan on staying sober I don't think that's the best choice."