Location: Y/n's hotel room
Y/n's POV
3:62 am
I felt a cold hand wandering under Peter's sweater and made its way up to grasp my breast. I thought some pervert that was just going to kidnap me so I quickly turned around.
It was so dark I wasn't able to see anything. I started panicking not wanting that person to kill me. I tried to get out of the bed but they kept me in their arms.
Yep it is definitely a serial killer. I thought to myself.
I opened the lamp next to me but still couldn't see straight. I blinked a lot of times to make my vision more clear. I tried to push him away from me but he was too strong.
I laid in bed next to that person and just thought that this was a dream. It was a guy. I could smell his fragrance that was oddly familiar. He kept his hand under my sweater and traced his fingers over my nipples.
Our feet were tangled together and I could feel his hot breath hitting my neck. He kissed my neck softly and I could feel his crotch on my ass. I felt his boner growing.
Are they going to kidnap me and then sexually harass me?
The fear in me started raging as I felt that guys mouth softly nibbling my ear.
"I've missed this, baby. "
It was Peter. "Turn off the light." He murmured softly. "What-!?" I breathed heavily trying to calm myself down.
"Sorry my hand slipped. I-I wasn't planning to wake you up." He whispered and closed his eyes. I closed the lamp and laid next to him. He hugged me and kissed my neck.
"Peter don't-" I was troubled. I knew what he wanted but I couldn't bring myself to it. It felt really wrong. I shouldn't have tried to approach him at all. He kept kissing my neck and pushed my hair back.
I was half asleep but still understood whatever was going on under my head. "You look sexy with my old sweater." He whispered in my ear and kissed it.
"But you look even sexier without it." He said and looked me in the eyes.
"No- please don't-" I knew we would end up having sex anyway but I at least tried.
He kissed me passionately and said "I won't stop so don't even try to escape. I've waited way to long." He was going to kiss me but his breath smelled like alcohol.
"Peter you are drunk." I tried to push him off me but failed. He caught me in his arms and cupped my face.
"I know but I'm sober enough to know what I want and I want you."
"Don't- you are not yourself." I mumbled as he started slowly taking my shirt off, making a noise of approval seeing that I didn't have a bra on.
"I haven't been myself for a long time now. I can't wait and I know you want this as much as I do."
He threw his shirt to the other side of the living room and just stared at me. He hungrily sucked my tits. "Peter this is not.... love." I tried not to moan because I didn't want to give it all to him.
"You are right it's not love." Peter backed off and looked down making me feel slightly guilty "It's lust it's desperation." He said and passionately kissed me.
I kicked him in his stomach and pushed him off me. "I don't want you. Now go or else I'm going to call the fucking police!" I shouted.
"Y/n I need you. I need this. I've needed this for a long time. Please do me this favor and I'll leave you alone. I am fighting with myself and I don't understand what's going on in the environment around me." He hugged me and continued.
