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"God, I could fuck you against that wall..."
O h .
This situation has taken a strange and dangerous turn.
Who would have thought?
To have to take apart a guy you knew for barely three days, who offered you a date the day you met, and despite your first refusal, came back to the charge - in an isolated alley, right after a fucking murder happened in the crappy place where you worked -- to dispel your growing suspicion that he wasn’t just a "nice boy", but that he could very well watch you sleep at night and spy on all your moves without you noticing it - and potentially sneak into your apartment to drug you - could make you his declaration of love after confirming those suspicions, and then throw at you that the confused look that you were wearing right now makes him want to jump at you, right here and now.
Probably a lot of people.
You were either blind or completely stupid not to see all the red flags surrounding this "relationship".
Maybe you shouldn’t have accepted his invitation to walk you home.
You should have just told him to fuck off so he’d leave you alone.
Even though he said it was a coincidence, the fact that you found him in that flower shop shortly after leaving the park was quite disturbing and suspicious.
But of course, you had to feel bad for the words you said to him earlier and accept his request.
Weak.
And now you’re standing up against the wall with this guy who’s been watching you like an animal that hasn’t eaten in weeks. The worst part is that it didn’t bother you more than that. In fact, you felt.. almost flattered?
—what the fuck was wrong with you.
This man broke into your house at night, did God knows what while you were oblivious as fuck — he could have stolen anything he wanted and you wouldn’t have noticed.
It makes you think that despite the mess around your bed, you could not find some of your boxers... was it him who took them? Now that was gross, why would he? Y'know what, you didn’t want to think about their fate.
Something else made you tick. The window. You were always wondering why the window was open, when you clearly remembered closing it before leaving your room.
Did he — how did he broke into your house? Through that fucking window? You lived in a building, how did he get there? If he entered your apartment through your bedroom window, he most certainly watched you sleep. There was no doubt about that. Fucking hell. He really didn’t know what the word "bounderies" meant.
"Aren't you going to do something about it?"
His hoarse voice took you out of your thoughts and brought you back to the situation you were in.
Oh, that’s right. He was still looking at you with that lustful glow in his eyes.
His right hand was now touching your cheek while the other trapped you with the rest of his body, making him get closer to yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face, supposing that his breathing had become quicker with the short sighs that were escaping. His tongue became more and more obvious, drool leaving his lips.
Despite the situation — it was fucking hot.
You didn’t remember anyone looking at you like that. You knew you had charisma, and sometimes people checked you out from a distance, but it didn’t really bother you. It just stimulated your ego and made you feel like an attractive person. It was a nice feeling, just the right amount. Of course, if it was the kind of look that made you uncomfortable, all you had to do was face the asshole who looked at you like you were just a piece of meat and you would have put them back in their place.
You got mostly attention from women, and on a bad day it could just be a few girls just looking for a quick fuck, so you were never really interested. Besides, you preferred men. Unfortunately, most of the people you’ve been interested in these last few years have been straight, leaving a poor guy like you alone with his desires. You knew TK was interested in you, but you only saw them as a good colleague and a loyal friend. Nothing more.
So the fact that Peter — you understood that he didn’t like his name very much, but that he made the exception by letting you call him by his name, since you weren’t really good at finding nicknames, especially for someone you barely knew — looking at you that way, made something ruminate deep inside of you.
You knew it was wrong, and you shouldn’t feel anything for a guy who does the kind of things that he does, who drugged you to cover up his presence last night and who harasses you at night.
It was wrong. It was so fucking wrong. If he really was that interested in you, he should have done things like anyone else, the right way — not by breaking into your house. Who knows, it could have worked with a little time. And it would have been all cool and nice.
Not as creepy and fucked up as it is right now.
And yet — some part of you found his behavior almost endearing, but it wasn’t a good part, it was something dark and disturbing and primitive and — it was shitty. Something was wrong with your feelings, and it doesn’t seem like it was just Peter's.
You were just as wrong as he was. Maybe that’s why you hadn’t tried to escape or run away yet. You could do it. Not to sound pretentious, but you were quite strong and you could probably get out of here without too much damage.
But.. did you really want to? You weren’t so sure anymore, the warmth of Peter’s body was starting to cloud your mind and you felt the sudden need to take a deep breath, maybe to help you breathe a little easier before you suffocate, or simply to absorb the scent that was beginning to envelop you. It wasn’t suffocating, it was just intoxicating. Who knew the creepy guy who cared about you could smell that good?
Still fogged by the heat but aware that you were in this fucking alley, you tried to put a hand on his shoulder to slow him down, his proximity becoming more and more problematic. Too bad, your attempt only made him more riled up and he approached his head near your neck, taking a long and deep breath there, smelling you. You couldn’t help but blush a little, even if you failed to keep him away. You had to talk before he did anything else, or you might lose control of the situation and it’ll be game over.
"Peter c-calm down — you — we shouldn’t —"
C'mon, speak up, for fuck's sake.
His smile was only widening, satisfied with the effect he had on you. How cute, you stuttered now. Moreover, it seems that the idea of taking you here and now, where anyone could see you helpless under him (especially TK) and thus show the world that you belonged to him, made him even more excited.
"What? Afraid someone might see us?" he let out a dark laugh.
"Oh, but let them see darling.. Let them see that you belong to me and to me alone..."
Jesus Christ. Did he want you dead or what?
Your cheeks were just burning, and you instinctively applied more pressure where your hand was to vainly keep him away.
In most of the relationships you had in the past, you were always the one who made a move — making the other one nervous, making him fall totally under your spell, making them frail under your hands, with the right touch or the right words. You didn’t mind changing the dynamism sometimes, but in the case you were just now, even though Peter’s attention affected you a lot, you couldn’t help but think it was a little unfair.
You’re the one who was harassed and you’re the one who lost your boxers, not him.
You had to take control of the situation, make him shudder, not you. You had to draw him back enough to get him out of that alley. You had to let him leave you alone, so in order not to attract unwanted attention, you were just going to... take him home? Lucy wouldn’t be here a second time, would she? You were hoping no, you were embarrassed enough for today. And once you’re in your apartment, you’ll think about what to do with him.
Yeah, who knows, you can always take your chance.
"Peter, listen to me." You said more firmly in your voice, trying to forget the previous apprehension.
He looked deep into your eyes, all his attention turned to what you wished to say to him. You could see that his pupils were dilated, which had the effect of weakening your determination, but you remained impassive and looked back at him.
Don’t forget Y/N, use your voice to entice him. He’ll listen to you.
"I heard what you had to confess — and I accept your feelings for me."
A stupid smile appeared on his face and you swore you heard him purr. Fucking cat.
"I’ll give you my answer, but not here. Not now."
"Why not?" he said in a slightly colder voice than the last feverish words he had uttered against your neck.
"You don’t have to be afraid of how you feel about me, y'know." said he, smoothing his voice once more, touching your cheek with the tips of his fingers, appreciating the softness of your skin. Damn him.
"I’m not afraid. But what I’m about to say is for your ears only. No one else's."
You think he liked the way you said your last sentence, because he was now the one blushing. Maybe the idea of you saying something like that to him alone made him feel that way. No one else, huh. You were slowly gaining the upper hand, you had to keep going. A small smirk appeared on your face.
"You understand, don’t you, Peter?" He nodded his head slowly, his breath getting faster.
"Very well. Then why don’t you accompany me home, hm? What do you say?"
Smooth talking, it’s done. Now, make a move.
It was you who approached him, lifting yourself up from the wall to gain height, whispering on his lips.
"Would you like that... Peter?"
His eyes were now on your lips, hazy and dilated, and you could feel that he was using all his willpower not to jump on you. You saw him clenching his fist and swallowing his drool. You got him.
"Yeah.. yeah, I would like that, yes.."
"Then follow me."