Cold tiles chilling your back as you wipe out, you ran directly into Peter and sent you both flying aback, you take a moment struggling to push yourself off the wet floor. Hesitantly, you look up to meet his eyes, but you're met with a much different sight.
It seems only you were graced with a towel.
It was a surprising sight, but it had confirmed what you thought you saw, hanging stiffly off the side of his leg as he slowly began to sit up and come to. He begins to scramble upwards and his eyes scatter to meet yours, he looks almost surprised and confused, "I uh.. I thought someone got on the ship-.." he mumbles out as he attempts to cover himself. You had been so distracted by it all that you failed to realize you hadn't been entirely covered, legs agape as the towels hangs sides, exposing yourself directly in front of Peter. You thought you'd be able to simply cover yourself before he saw, however you went still as a you saw eyes wandering every part of it as if he were viewing a piece of art. Suddenly moving seemed impossible as you couldn't take eyes off him, watching his move and every breath, you feel yourself slowly melting and slipping from the water beneath you. Your eyes fixate on water dripping from the soaked strands of hair falling off his head, his body still warm from the shower, emitting steam as his shoulders heave with every deep breath he takes.
Not a sound was made and yet when both of you met eyes, the room suddenly became louder than ever, the sound of water still running and shallow breathing fills the room with air so heavy it felt as if you were weighted down.
He slowly shifts his weight forward, eyes never leaving yours, pulls himself toward you before you stumble out the words "don't touch me-". He stops, "I'm not touching you" he says slowly, his eyes narrowing as his gaze wonders freely throughout your skin. You take a slow breath out, "don't touch me.." you say softly, your eyes no longer on his but now wandering as well. Leaning your weight onto your palms, you lift your body and lean forward, almost inching closer to him.
You pause and make eye contact with Peter, steadily holding it as you shift your weight forward and stand up, towering over him as he looks up at you helplessly. His expression mixed with confusion and embarrassment, "what did you see" he questions you as his face begins to flush red, "what did you want me to see" you say sternly but almost in a coy voice. His eyes widen and he begins to fumble his breath trying to get a word out, "what do you mean- YOU WALK IN ON ME-" you cut him off "don't be fucking stupid, Peter, I know you wanted me to walk in, it was your whole plan" he silences as his eyebrows scrunch together and his jaw clenches. It's now obvious that you were right, he had intended for it to happen but you were still unsure of why but you were planning to find out. You take a step forward and your feet now stand in directly in front of him, your hips nearly an inch away from his face. Peter looks up at you, eyes practically begging like a dog, pleading for his innocence, your fingertips slowly lifting up on his chin, pulling his head up to face you completely. His expression now turns completely to submission as he starts heaving his chest, awaiting your next move, your next word.
You kneel down to his level, fingers still on his chin as you grab his face firmly, pulling him close. At this point his face was entirely red and he looked as if he was on the verge of tears and pleasure at the same time. You look him in the eyes with a glare as you speak, "be a good boy and tell me the truth" he is now at your whim as his head weighs down on your hand, his mind racing to find the words to say when he stops, he gives in to you. "i want you y/n" he says practically whimpering, his eyes pleading with you as they well up. You smile in satisfaction with his truth, you release his face as you straighten yourself up, looking down at Peter. "Show me how badly you want me" you demand, eyes narrowed down at his.
