The Eltingville Club Stories AU!s - +18!TW 💦 (lemons, one shots, etc) ENG/ESP

Party Monster | Pete x female reader (+17/18 𝗘𝗡𝗚)

🎀/ POV: She/her Pronoun's !! - 📖 half-Comic Pete based try

Pete D'Nunzio had always been the kind of person who got what he wanted, no matter who he had to manipulate or what he had to do. Y/N had always watched him from a distance since she wasn't exactly well accepted in the club with the others. Y/N was intrigued by Pete's bold attitude and apparent lack of morals... there was something about him that drew her in, something dark and dangerous that she couldn't ignore.

One night at the comic book store:
The place was practically empty. The lights shone brightly over the shelves filled with comics, action figures, and posters decorating the walls. Y/N wandered through the aisles, pretending to browse the covers when in reality, she was looking for someone in particular. She didn't have to wait long. Pete D'Nunzio was in the far corner, flipping through a rare comic with a concentration that gave him an almost dangerous air.

Y/N couldn't help but smile to herself. She knew Pete wasn't the best person, but something about him attracted her. Maybe it was his brazen confidence, or perhaps it was the way he never apologized for who he was. But whatever it was, it had managed to awaken something in her that she had never felt before.

Y/N: (Slowly approaching, her voice soft but full of hidden intentions) Were you waiting for someone, Pete?

Pete D'Nunzio: (Looking up from his comic, one eyebrow raised as he glanced her up and down with a sly grin) I wasn't waiting for anyone in particular... but l'm not complaining about the company.

(Y/N leaned against the shelf beside him, her body tilting slightly toward him.
Pete made no effort to hide the way his eyes lingered on her lips before returning to her eyes. There was something in his gaze, something dark and seductive that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.)

Y/N: (With a playful smile, her fingers brushing the cover of the comic he was holding) What are you doing here so late? Looking for something in particular?

Pete D'Nunzio: (His eyes gleaming with malice as his fingers gently catch Y/N's, stopping her in her tracks) Maybe... something more interesting than a comic. What are you doing here, YIN?
Following me?

The closeness between them became electric, the air charged with a tension neither of them was willing to break first. Pete was known for his ability to manipulate people, and Y/N knew she had to be careful. But that night, the danger was precisely what drew her in.

Y/N: (Challenging him with her gaze, a twisted smile on her lips) Maybe. What if I am?
Pete let out a low chuckle, stepping closer, their bodies barely inches apart.

His hand slowly slid from Y/N's fingers to her wrist, his touch sending an unexpected warmth through her skin.

Pete D'Nunzio: (His voice husky, almost a whisper as he leaned toward her, his warm breath against her neck) I like that. I like it more than I should.

Without waiting for a response, Pete gently but firmly took her chin, tilting her face toward him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, all of Pete's cynicism and arrogance faded, replaced by a raw intensity that made Y/N's heart race faster. The attraction she had felt for him turned into something darker, more dangerous.

(Their lips met in an intense kiss, charged with a mix of pent-up desire and an almost animalistic need. Pete wasn't gentle; his kiss was everything he represented: dominant, demanding, leaving no room for doubt. Y/N responded with equal fervor, surprised by the strength of her own desire, her hands clutching at Pete's jacket as he gently pushed her against the shelf behind them.)