Every Girl's Dream: KISS One Shots, Imagines, and X Reader

💚 I Was Made for Lovin' You 💚

1970's/Peter Criss
(Third Person Point-of-View) 

Warning: Smut

"Ready?" Peter says, flashing a winning and adorable smile; his face masked perfectly behind his Catman makeup. 

"Hmmm..." You say, standing back and studying him for a moment. "...not just yet..." Heading over to the large black case that contains his stage wardrobe, you then retrieve a studded leather belt with Sterling Silver crosses at the clasp.

As a wardrobe assistant to The Hottest Band in the World, your responsibility is to make sure the famed four are ready and looking their best before they hit the stage in front of their fans. 

Paul is always the fastest and first to get ready, Gene usually doesn't want any help in getting himself prepped though he does always allow a final check of how he looks, and Ace is as simple as can be when it comes to making sure he's ready. 

However, Peter is a different story...he's definitely persnickety about his appearance (most times, more so than Paul) and always wants extra attention paid to every detail...

"...lift your arms, please..." You politely ask, slipping the belt around him. 

"...yes, ma'am..." He chuckles, smiling down at you from his nine inch platform heel boots.

Though the other three wear seven inch heels and Peter is the shortest of all of them, his boots are slightly taller which allows him to match the height of his band mates a little better. 

"...there now..." You then say, buckling the belt at his middle. "...perfect..."

"...I agree..." He says, as you then feel his soft, leather clad touch; gently tipping your chin so that your gaze meets his. "...you are..." 

Not allowing you time to react, Peter then leans down; devouring your mouth beneath his in a heated and hungry kiss. 

"...mmmmmm..." He moans, his hands slowly roaming to your hips as he then gently yet possessively pulls you against him. 

"...Peter...wh-what are you..." You then find a chance to speak, your words getting cutoff by the wanting crash of his lips against yours once again. "...mmmmmm..." You moan into his mouth, willfully giving into the pleasure he's giving you.

"...ssshhh..." Peter softly whispers; nibbling at your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Allowing him, you then feel the plunging sweep of his tongue; invading and exploring your mouth as it teases and tangles with your own.

"...mmmmmm..."  You whimper uncontrollably.

His lips never leaving yours, he then slowly walks you backward until your back is pressed against the wall.

Feeling him lift you up, you then wrap your legs around his waist; winding your arms around his neck as he continues his assault. 

"...you have..." Peter purrs breathlessly, nibbling along your jaw. "...absolutely...no idea..." He continues. "...how long...I've wanted...and waited..." He whispers, the warmth of his breath softly falling in your ear. "...to do this..." 

Catching your earlobe between his teeth, you then feel the flick of his tongue as he gives a loving and playful tug.

"...Peter..." You moan, lolling your head back; willing and begging him to continue. 

"...mmmmmm..." He growls, moving to kiss along the dip and curve of your neck. "...yes...say my name, kitten...please..."