Multifandom X Reader Stories

Reckless Heart ( Peter Hayes)

The Dauntless compound pulses with bass-heavy music, the whole room lit up in flashes of color. Tonight's a night of celebration—for surviving initiation, for making it into Dauntless, for proving to yourself that you belong. But as you scan the crowded room, you're only looking for one person.

Peter stands near the bar, casually sipping a drink with a few other initiates. His dark hair falls just right over his forehead, and he's dressed in all black, looking impossibly attractive. He hasn't noticed you yet, which suits you perfectly.

You tug at the hem of your mini dress, a daring black number with strategic cut-outs. It's tight in all the right places, drawing attention from plenty of people as you walked in. But tonight, there's only one person you want to drive wild.

You know Peter likes you. He wouldn't have spent all those late nights in the training room with you otherwise, stealing kisses and touches in the darkness when no one was around. But you've been wanting more than that hidden connection, more than the casual arrangement. And tonight, you're going to push him to admit it.

From the corner of your eye, you catch Eric, one of the Dauntless leaders, glancing in your direction. A smirk tugs at his lips as he walks over. Eric's always been intense, but right now, that intensity is exactly what you need.

"Looking good tonight," he says, eyes lingering on you. His hand brushes against your waist, bold and direct, and you force yourself to smile back, giving Peter a sidelong glance to see if he's watching.

When your eyes meet, you can feel the heat from across the room. His gaze is dark, intense, as he takes in the sight of you—his eyes lingering on your dress, on Eric's hand at your waist. His jaw clenches, and you can tell he's fighting to stay where he is. Perfect.

"Eric," you say, turning your attention back to him, "you're not looking so bad yourself." You let your fingers trail lightly down his arm, and he responds with a pleased smile.

Eric leans in, his voice just above a whisper. "Maybe we should find somewhere quieter?"

Before you can answer, someone grabs your wrist. You don't even have to look to know it's Peter.

"Sorry, Eric," Peter says coolly, though his grip on your wrist is firm. "I think she'll be staying with me."

Eric raises an eyebrow, looking at you for confirmation, but you just give him a small, knowing smile. Peter's hand tightens slightly, his eyes never leaving Eric's until he finally walks away.

The moment Eric's gone, Peter pulls you aside, leading you into a darker corner of the room. His eyes are blazing with barely contained frustration. He steps closer, backing you up against the wall, his body inches from yours.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Just having a little fun," you reply innocently, though your heartbeat quickens at the intensity in his gaze.

He leans down, his face inches from yours. "You want me to believe that?"

Your breath hitches as his hand slides to your waist, holding you firmly against the wall. "I wanted to see if you cared."

A smirk tugs at his lips, but there's a flicker of something more vulnerable in his eyes. "Of course I care. But that doesn't give Eric the right to touch you."

"Then maybe you should do something about it," you challenge softly, raising an eyebrow.

That's all it takes. His lips crash against yours, fierce and possessive, his hands sliding over your body as if staking a claim. You respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. For a moment, it's just the two of you, everything else fading away.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are softened, though still burning with intensity. "You're mine," he murmurs, his hand brushing against your cheek. "And I'm done hiding it."

You smile, breathless but satisfied. "About time."