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The first time his blue eyes catch sight of you, Peter knows that everything that happened in his life from the moment he is born is all in preparation to meet have you.
There is a persistent thumping within his chest where the barren heart he once thought dead seemed to spring to life. The world filled with only various shades of black and white that he sees through his eyes are splashed with color.
“Are you alright?”
His ears are blessed with the heavenly tones of your voice, washing over him and seemingly bathing him in the warmth of your concern as you fuss over him after you both unceremoniously bump into one another. Peter doesn’t know what sort of expression he’s wearing right now, because all he knows is that he is meant to be here with you.
His skin always felt cold, something he’d gotten used to throughout the years. However, there is a certain heat that begins on his face and seems to spread to the rest of his body as you cup his cheeks and inspect him with a critical eye.
The young man could hear the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, he could hear every breath he took as he tried so hard not to hyperventilate with how close you were to him right now.
Can you see the hearts in his eyes? Can you feel or hear how loud his heartbeat was? Do you notice how, when he looks at you, it’s as if he’s seeing heaven itself?
All these questions and worries floated within Peter’s mind, but truthfully there is only one thing he is sure of:
Wherever you are, that is where he is destined to be.
“Hi,” you greet him shyly, an absolutely precious smile only his on your perfect face.
“Hey, did I make you wait too long?” He slides into the booth opposite to yours, an ear to ear smile encompassing his face as your mere presence energizes him.
“Nah, it’s cool. I only just got here too”
Of course you did. He’d been following you from the moment you clocked out of work and had been watching you even way before that.
Peter’s eyes never stray from your face as you begin to tell him about your day, taking note of every quirk of your lips, every time your adorable little dimple reveals itself on the left side of your face just below your mouth, and every other gesture or expression that you make.
He wants to devour your mouth so so so much. He wants to shove his tongue deep inside your orifice and swallow up every moan that bubbles from your throat and drink up your saliva like the sick freak that he is. He bets that it would taste like you, perhaps with even a hint of milky and creamy freshness because you loved drinking milk so much.
He has so much fresh cream building up inside him. All you have to do is ask and he’ll stuff your throat and cunt full with his milk and when it takes, he can suck out milk from your delicious tits. Already so round and full, he’s practically salivating at the thought of slurping up the milk that leaked from your nipples once he’s knocked you up—
“...bie? Wybie?”
The man snaps out of his trance as you wave your hand in front of his face, redness creeping up all the way to the tips of his ears as a nervous smile overtakes his own features.
“S-Sorry about that! I was just...thinking of this new product they wanted me to test for work. They said it was something really special, but I doubt it…” He lies so easily now, almost second nature to him at this point especially because he firmly believes that he is only doing so out of necessity.
He can’t tell you that he was just imagining how pretty you’d look pregnant with his baby. About how he’d love to relieve the pressure off your hefty tits by sucking your milk as he fucked into you despite having already bred you successfully.
“Huh, must be something good if they’re singing praises about it already” You accept his excuse all too easily, having no reason to doubt him because he’d been nothing but a good and honest friend ever since you first bumped into him by accident.
“But hey, you can think about work later. First you gotta try this! I’ve been craving some tuna pie lately and I found this recipe online so I made some!” Swiftly forgetting his dazed, almost hypnotic look just now, you pull out a paper bag from within your backpack and reveal a small rectangular fried pie.
“It’s still a bit hot so be careful not to eat it too quickly”
When you lift the warm and crispy treat up to his lips, it takes every ounce of his already wavering self-control not to pin you against the greasy table of the diner you were currently at and just fuck you there for everyone to see.
Stop being so kind and so perfect and so irresistible to him or else he’ll just take and take and take and take—
Peter knows that there is something different about him as compared to most people. He is aware that there is something deep within him that sets him apart, that would label him as an abomination, a freak as labeled by society. Aside from his physical abnormalities (such as the freakishly long tongue and admittedly sharp teeth), his whole mental state in itself would warrant him a permanent stay at the insane asylum if he so much as let it slip.
And yet...when he sees your eyes lighting up, your smile shining brightly, and when he hears the sunshine in your voice...he swears that he can see paradise where you stood.
You bit your lower lip in anticipation when he takes a hearty bite out of the pastry, anxious on whether or not he liked it because you may or may not have made so many of them because you may or may not like him a lot and in a more than friends way—
“...Is it good?”
“It’s positively scrumptious”
Restraint is an all too familiar concept to him ever since meeting you, but the side of him that had been clamoring in his head to just fuck you on the ground regardless of the time or place urged him to do something, anything to express even just a bit of his intentions towards you.
You flinch when the man’s wet tongue accidentally brushes against your fingers as he takes the remaining piece of tuna pie you held up to his mouth, averting your eyes shyly and ignoring the ‘funny’ feelings it elicited in you.
“...Are you doing anything after this?”
He can’t wait anymore. He has to have you. He has to hold you. He has to touch you. All of you, he has to have all of you or else he’ll go insane because he just loves you so so so much.