‘tis the damn season

by movienerd1174

AU: Three years after their break up, Peter and Lara Jean run into each other when she’s home for the holidays. This is basically all smut, proceed with caution.

This story was partly inspired by the song 'tis the damn season by taylor swift and partly by the pictures of Lana and Noah at the Oscar's VF after party earlier this year

This is 5.5k words of pure heat and smut… if that is not your thing, turn back now!

When she woke up that morning, the last way she imagined ending her day was at Peter Kavinsky's adult home. But here she was, slipping off her black booties in the dark foyer of his condo. Lara Jean moved further into the space as Peter locked the door behind them, trying her best to observe her surroundings in the dimness.

With a flip of a switch from behind her, the living area was bathed in warm light and she was surprised at what she was met with. She didn't know what she was expecting, maybe more sports memorabilia like a dorm room, but the space was mature, grown up. It was more on the modern side with minimal decor, a picture of his mom and brother here and there. The lighting was subtly hidden, back lit from the entertainment center and under the kitchen cabinets.

The feeling of Peter coming to stand behind her stopped her observation in its track, his presence still having the same effect on her it always had. She could feel his body heat licking at her back and moved further into the condo before her skin could ignite.

Watching her navigate around his home twisted something deep in his chest, opening the cabinets searchingly like she belonged there. And maybe she did. He once believed she belonged wherever he was.

The smile that pulled at his lips was involuntary as he watched her glide across his hardwood floor on the balls of her stockinged feet, so much shorter without her heeled boots. He had spent the better part of the last three years reminding himself of all the downsides of their relationship and why they wouldn't work but just a couple of hours with her made him forget all of it.

Finally finding what she was looking for, she held up the glass triumphantly with a look of pure joy on her face. A chuckle bubbled up his throat, she was still that dork that stole his heart in the seventh grade. His footsteps were slow and deliberate as he made his way across the open floor plan and to the kitchen.

The silence that hovered in the air was interrupted by the sound of the tap as she filled up the glass. A night of drinking had always left her parched, he remembered. She hopped up to sit on the island countertop and chugged the chilled liquid, her short legs swinging over the ledge. It could have been the remnants the alcohol coursing through hisa veins but everything she did drew him back in, little by little. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Coming to stand in front of her, he placed his hands on side of her legs as his firm abdomen pressed against her knees. His heavy brown eyes were captivated by the way her throat bobbed as she gulped down the water. Just as she downed the last of the drink he brought his hand up to slowly move the glass away from her face, her gaze caught in the force field of his.

The sound of him placing the glass on the marble countertop and the anticipation hanging between them sent a shiver up her spine. She knew this was inevitable, ever since he pressed her up against the brick wall outside the bar, but that didn't stop the way her heart hammered inside her chest like it was the very first time.

Placing his hands on her stockinged knees, he pushed them open to make room for his hips. A small gasp left her and it drew his attention to her plump parted lips, his pupils dilating and his mouth watering at the prospect of her tongue on his skin. One hand inched the hem of her knit sweater dress higher while the other slid around the side of her neck. His fingertips grazed her nape while his thumb ran along her bottom lip, his eyes transfixed on her tongue where it moved behind her lips.

"Tell me to stop, Lara Jean", he rasped, involuntarily rocking his hips against the cradle of hers. "If you don't want this, tell me to stop."

If there was anything that ate away at Peter in the three years since their break up, it's the possibility of Lara Jean regretted any part of their time together. They had dated during the first three years of college and the thought of her wishing she spent that time single and without him was enough to make him crawl out of his skin.

Sure, they had some problems especially towards the end but still after all this time, there was no one his heart held with more reverence that Lara Jean Song Covey. It was possible he had blocked out most of the negative aspects about their relationship, included why they ended, as some sort of coping mechanism. Because with the way she was looking at him, eyes heavy with lust, he couldn't think of anything that would be enough to come in between him and his Lara Jean.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched her back so her full chest pressed up against his and her mouth was a breath from hers. "I'll always want you", she whispered, her lips moving against his before she stole them in a hot kiss. "… to fuck me."

"Jesus, Covey", he hissed as his hands smoothed up her bowed back and his hips involuntarily moved against hers. The attraction he felt towards her had always been borderline overwhelming but what he was feeling now was on a whole new level. When they were together, dirty talk was a rarity coming from Lara Jean's pure mouth. She would moan or sigh his name, of course, but it was a scarce occasion when she let a profanity slip out.

Not to mention the fuller, curvier figure she was working with. He had heard her laugh first, earlier at the bar, and that's when he spotted her with Chris and Gen. She was wearing a grey knit sweater dress over black tights and her favorite combat boots. The textured material stretched over her fuller breasts, clinger to her narrow waist and ended right below her wider hips. He had to bite the inside of his cheek as he fought the wave of arousal that rushed through him at the woman she'd grown into.

And now this full-figured, dirty-mouthed version of his first love was trembling against him as he pushed his hands under the hem of her sweater dress. If it wasn't for her breath at his ear and her silky soft skin under his palms he could've sworn he was dreaming. She pulled back just the slightest bit and raised her arms above her head, the innocent smile on her face deepening the molten pool of desire in his stomach.

Acting on her invitation without hesitation, he slid his hands under the ribbed material and felt her shiver against his open palms as he pushed the garment up the curves of her body. The air rushed from his lungs at the sight that sat before him. His Lara Jean, bare save for her most intimate parts encased in black lace.

The high cut panties accentuated her thick hips and the way her supple thighs sat on his counter made him lightheaded, all his blood surging south. His eye line followed his hands as they traced up her narrow waist to where her chest flared out again. The memory of the taste of her skin on his tongue made his mouth flood. He was a goner.

Warm palms cupped his cheeks and brought his gaze back up to meet hers. Her sweet round face, plump lips, the fire flickering behind her normally soft eyes. Her hair was tied up in a loose twist, delicate strands of hair framing her face.

Pulling his face to hers, she caught him in a dizzying kiss, making him crowd her where she sat on the counter. "You're too over dressed." She practically whined against his eager mouth. Her short, manicured nails trailed down the fabric of his shirt until they found his belt buckle.

His panting mouth moved from her lips and ghosted along her the apple of her cheek, the urgency of her hands working his pants made him moan lowly against the shell of her ear. He throbbed so intensely just under where her hands nimbly worked, he wondered if she could feel it.

When her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers and her nails scraped against the trimmed hair there, he lost all train of thought. The only thing filling his mind was his blinding desire.

Gripping her round ass with a growl, he lifted her smoothly in his arms and the feeling of her quivering abdomen against his was familiar and intimate. Her short legs circled his waist easily, muscle memory, and her arms clung to his neck. The urgency that coursed through her body manifesting in her lips as she caught him in a searing opened mouthed kiss.

Without even thinking, his legs started carrying them to his bedroom. Lara Jean fisted the thick hair at the back of his head as she slipped her fevered tongue between his hungry lips. He had kissed her more times that he could count but there was something about the way her tongue was sliding and twisting in his mouth that made his legs barely function.

As soon as they entered the room, the scent of Peter Kavinsky overtook her. It was subtle but it surrounded her completely and she found it both comforting and tantalizing.

With her petite body still clinging to his broad 6'1 frame, he bent slightly by the side of the bed and flipped a switch, bathing the room in a soft glow that backlit from his modern wood headboard. His grip loosened on her and she slid down his solid body until her toes hit the floor.

Dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed, he grabbed her hips, the lines of his large palms searing into her skin, as he pulled her to stand in front of him. She moved to stand between his bent legs as her tiny hands slid into the silky waves of his hair.

The hot open mouthed kisses he was pressing against her soft stomach caused it to ripple with anticipation, his hands curling the back of her supple thighs. The rough lace of her thigh high stockings scratched against his palms and his fingers itched to tear them off.

With her chin tucked against her chest and her breath panting out between parted lips, she watched as he looked up at her. The scruff of his chin scratched the smooth skin of her stomach as she was bathed in his warm golden gaze. She had forgotten how it felt to be under the spell of his loving stare, there was nothing like it on this earth.

Peter had to make a conscious effort to keep his eyes open as she scratched her nails along the back of his scalp, the sensation making his hands fumble as they reached to roll down one of her stockings. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered." He rasped as she braced herself on his shoulders as he helped her out of her stockings.

The scorching kisses he pressed to the insides of her knees made them feel like they could give out. Desire barreled through her veins like a freight train and she felt herself sway against him as the sensation overwhelmed her body. His firm grip on her held her steady, mentally adding that to the list of reasons she was grateful for his hands on her. "God damn, your body…", he breathed along the waistband of her panties.

Dull teeth bit into the soft tissue of her belly, just hard enough to elicit a desperate whine from her lips as she pressed her body closer to his. Slipping his hands into the back of her panties to cup her round ass, he used the leverage of his wrists to push the material down her legs.

The essence of her arousal invaded his senses, causing his mouth to flood at the memory of her on his tongue. "Dying to taste you, baby."

The words sent an inferno across Lara Jean's skin in the form of goosebumps, spreading like wildfire. And when she felt his strong hands grip the back of her thighs she was expecting him to flip them so she was on her back, not what he did next. He maneuvered her to straddle him as he laid on the bed, his head up on the pillows.

When he caught her confused expression, he chuckled breathlessly, causing his impressive chest to heave, and sat up so they were face to face. His heavy bedroom eyes roamed her face, lingering on her lips before moving up to her eyes. "I want you to sit on my face."

Panic crept in in the periphery. This is an angle to oral sex they hadn't explored nor had she with anyone else. Since they had dated, her body had evolved into a fuller, curvier, more womanly form. And while she embraced the weight gain that came with that, it was currently clawing at the back of her consciousness. Was he expecting her to bear her entire weight on that handsome face? Would his bone structure be able to handle that? And how would he breathe?

When he saw doubt begin to cloud those big eyes, he brought a hand up to to side of her neck and brushed his thumb along the line of her jaw. "Whatever you're thinking about, stop." His warm breath washed away her worry and the way he smirked and licked his lips sent a surge of confidence through her. "Sit", a kiss under her ear. "On", a brush of his lips against her jaw. "My", another kiss to her cheek. "Face", he breathed into her mouth.

Laying back down, he helped guide her to straddle his face. "Hold onto the headboard." He instructed, his voice a rumble that she felt deep in her belly, as he wrapped his arms around her ample thighs. She knelt above him, one hand gripping the headboard and one dipping down to tangle in his thick waves. His name fell from her lips in a shaky breath as she felt his hot breath puffy against the damp skin between her legs.

"When I said 'sit' I meant sit." He finished with a growl as he pulled her down so she was flush against his face.

A tight gasp ripped from her mouth as she gave into his strength, her full weight now on him. He devoured her as if he had been starving man stuck on a deserted island, chasing every drop of arousal he could with his determined tongue.

A dew broke out along her skin at the overstimulation that was coming at her from all angles. His scruff against her inner thighs, his intake of breath as his nose pressed against her clit, the flex of his biceps where they were wrapped around her shuddering hips.

The noises she was making were driving him absolutely insane, only rivaled by the way she gripped onto the wavy strands of his hair. It made him feral, an animalistic need coursing through his veins.

Adjusting his grip on her thighs, he tilted her hips to allow his eager tongue more access. When she felt the scorching stroke of his flat tongue against the puckered skin of her ass, she shot off his face with a surprised gasp like she'd been shocked. He stilled underneath her.

The only sound in the room for several seconds was just her hoarse breathing until he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have…"

But she cut him off. "Fuck, that felt good." Looking down to where his face peeked out from between her thighs, she watched the concern melt into her favorite smirk.

As much as he tried to avoid thinking about Lara Jean with another man, it was clear that this was the first time someone ventured there with her. Affection swelled inside his chest at being there for another first of hers, something they shared frequently at the beginning of their relationship. "Hands on the headboard, Covey."

Reaching one hand out to grip the sturdy wood, the other continued to twist in his silky brown waves as her gaze held his. Some things never change, she had always had a fixation with his hair. Almost to a point where it became a calming gesture for her and he never complained because it felt good. So good he had to fight to keep his eyes open.

And he fought hard because the view of Lara Jean above him was something he did not want to miss. "Hold on tight, baby." He instructed, his voice a rough rumble between her thighs.

Re-securing his hold on her hips, he pulled her down abruptly and latched his seeking mouth to the sensitive skin of her asshole. Her hips bucked reflexively but his strong grip held her to him as he made out with her ass like it was her lips.

"Shit, shit, shit", she hissed, her hand leaving his hair and joining the other one to brace against the solid wood of the headboard. He could not get enough of her and could continue his oral assault all night but the way her thighs began to tremble against his head told him she was close.

Shifting her again so his mouth found her weeping slit, he let his animal brain take over and consumed her like she was his only source of life. And maybe she was. He hadn't felt this alive since he walked out the door of her dorm and never looked back.

With the building tension of her impending orgasm, her hips began circling and gyrating. Peter thought his brain was about to short circuit, Lara Jean was riding his face. He had dreamt about this, but those dreams didn't even come close.

The moan he let out thrummed against her sex and reverberated throughout her entire being. "That feels so good, babe." She managed to get out between shuddering breaths. The mixture between her encouraging words and the use of the familiar moniker set a fire off inside of him, like someone lit a bottle rocket at the base of his spine.

Wrapping his large hands around the circumference of her thighs, he pulled her down firmly against his face. Another gasping moan left her as his eager tongue plundered her, his nose pressed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

The sounds she was making were turning him into a wild animal, fortifying his desire for her. When he felt her thighs began to quake against his ears, a groan rumble through his chest. "Peter, I'm so close." Pant. "I'm g-gonna…"

And that's when she seized up on top of him, her knees clamping shut against the sides of his head as she let out the most guttural moan he had ever heard from her. One of her hand braced against the headboard while the other fisted in his wild hair. He let out a muffled yes against the soaked flesh that was quivering above his mouth.

Mustering all the energy that remained in her sated body, she rose up onto her knees to give him room to maneuver up so he could sit back against the headboard with her straddling him. When he settled, she lowered herself onto his lap, trapping his throbbing hardness between them.

The scent of her arousal wafted from his handsome face and she was surprised when she felt her mouth flood, mimicking the spot between her legs. Grabbing his face, she pulled him into a searing kiss as she let a moan rise in the back of her throat. Holding his head steady between her hands, she placed open mouthed kisses along the corners of his mouth, his chin, his cheeks. Her eager lips not stopping until she gathered every drop of herself off his face.

There was something profoundly sexy about the urgency in which she kissed her juices off of his skin. He had always found Lara Jean sexy but any hesitation that her inexperience had caused her in her earlier years had vanished completely. The confidence that oozed out of her quantified his attraction to her tenfold. Somehow his dream girl becoming even more perfect than he thought possible.

It didn't taken long for him to match her energy. He surged forward, his hands tangling in her hair as his tongue slipping into her searching mouth. After she had licked and sucked every trace of her off his tongue he grabbed her chin in his hand and pulled just a breath away from her lips. "My dirty little Lara Jean", he rumbled, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. She couldn't help but moan at his words, her hips grinding involuntarily against his straining dick. The thought of belonging to him again made something stir deep within her belly.

Peter's head fell back against the headboard with a groan and it took a beat to register to look of distress on his face. "What? What is it?" She asked as her mind cleared enough for her to form words, her fingers playing along the chords of his neck.

"I just remembered I don't have any condoms." One of his hands left her to scrub his face before finding a place buried in his thick waves. She missed his touch immediately. He peeked one eye open. "You don't happen to have one, do you?"

"No, but I'm on birth control. And I just went to my annual last week when I got into town, I'm clean." Peter's chest tightened and cock throbbed at what she was hinting at. In their time together, they had been the poster children for safe sex and never indulged in each other without a condom. The thought of being inside her bare, nothing separating them, made his head spin as his blood rush south.

Her big brown doe eyes brought him back to his body, they were warm and eager and waiting for his response. "We, uh", he cleared his throat. "Have to have physicals in the beginning of the school year. I, uh, haven't been with anyone since. I'm good."

Lara Jean tried to hide the surprise that crossed her face but if anyone could clock her micro-expressions, it was him. She couldn't wrap her head around how someone like Peter would go three months without having sex. Surely women were tripping over themselves just to get him to look their way. She felt a certain gratification knowing that he wasn't actively dating and it made a confidence surge through her.

Watching her raise up on her knees, he gripped himself in hand and his eyes focused on where he slipped between her legs. He felt her hand on his face, bringing his gaze up to hers as she slid down on him. Her mouth fell open where it was hovering over his, gasping as he filled her.

The mixture of her full ass settling on his lap and the wetness where he was sheathed inside her made his head spin. Her perky nipples scraped against his chest with every shaky breath that filled her lungs and it set his skin ablaze. "I forgot how big you are." She managed to laugh between gasping breaths.

A cocky smirk spread across his kiss bruised lips as lust weighed down his eyes. Wrapping his bulky arms around her back, he pulled her flush against him and felt her clench around him at the intimate contact. "You were made for me, baby. I've dreamt about being bare inside you like this." His tough voice rambling stirred something deep in her belly and she found herself grinding in his lap. "Just like that."

The way she circled and pushed her hips against his was sinful. As sinful as the way their chests were formed against each other, making her deliciously round tits practically touch her chin. The way her womanly curves had filled out just added to her appeal, he would never be attracted to anyone the way he was to her. Never.

Securing her in his firm grasp, he swiftly flipped them so she was on her back swimming in his navy blue bedsheets. He was on his knees, her shapely legs on either side of his hips, as he took in the sight of her laid out in front of him. She took the air right from his lungs.

Her generous chest heaved and her stomach sunk in time with each shaky breath, mesmerizing him with its rhythm. One of her hands twirled invisible designs along her soft belly, the other tangled in her dark tresses. When he managed to tear his gaze away from her torso he was struck by her stunning face, her plump lower lip caught between her teeth.

Lust and reverence shined in her eyes as they met his, a dangerously familiar combination that made his dick swell inside her tight clutch. The need to feel her hot skin won out and he covered his body with hers, his forearms propping him up from beside her shoulders. The movement caused him to move deeper inside of her and her gasp puffed warmly against his face, he couldn't help the smirk that pulled at his lips.

When she managed to catch her breath, she squeezed herself around him and his already heavy eyes fluttered at the sensation. The giggle that escaped her lips when straight to his groin. "Two can play that game, babe."

"I'll keep that in mind." His eyes were locked on her lips as his face closed in on hers with every word. The way he kissed her was so primal and spellbinding that she felt like she was practically levitating off the bed. They had always moved like they had an open line of communication between their brains, anticipating the other needs and next moves. That hadn't changed.

In their time apart, she hadn't found anyone who she had even a fraction of the connection that she had with Peter. She had had decent sex, good sex even, but all of it paled in comparison to this.

One of his muscular arms slipped between her back and the mattress, trying to pull her impossibly closer as his hips started rocked against hers. He started off slow and gentle, a contradiction to how his mouth was taking hers. Her hands gripped at his side in an attempt to urge him on but he maintained the same pace, his hips shaking with restraint.

The dizzying sense in which he was kissing her almost distracted her from the way he seemed to be holding back. But the ache deep in her belly kept it at the forefront of her mind. An impatient whimper from her tore their lips apart. "Harder, Peter." She urged, her voice slightly rising in desperation as he kissed along her cheek and down to her neck.

One of his hands moved to hitch her thigh higher around his hips as they snapped against her once with force before falling back into the old pattern. The heat that broke out along her skin as his tongue laved her throat only made her impatience more acute. "I need you to fuck me."

The heightened pitch and desperation in her voice made him freeze on top of her and lift his head for her neck to look at her face. Her lips were on his immediately, her needy hands flittering along his shoulders, neck, and chest. "Please, Peter", she managed to whimper between kisses. "Fuck me rough."

" God, LJ", he practically growled, pulling back with his teeth scraping along her bottom lip. "If you keep talking like that I won't be able to control myself."

A devilish grin crossed her flushed face. "Maybe that's the point."

Lust flashed in his hungry eyes, he was loving this new, fearless side Lara Jean was showing him. It was dangerous territory. "Are you sure?"

"Your strength is one of my favorite things about you, physically at least. I want you to use it." Her chest heaving as she explained.

Pushing her hair back from her forehead, his eyes darted around her face. "I don't wanna hurt you."

The vulnerability in his voice made something twist deep in her chest. "You can never." She breathed, her hand circling the back of his neck as she reached up for a kiss. "I trust you."

It was true, she did trust him. Their relationship didn't end because any lack of love or trust between them. Sometimes, she wished it did. It would've made it easier to let him go.

But letting him go was the furthest thing from her mind as he opened his lips over hers, invading her mouth as he was her thoughts. He slipped his arms beneath her and fastened a grip on both her shoulders before he gave her what she wanted.

His hips snapped against hers with a brute force and he swallowed the high-pitched gasp from her mouth. Her head spun as the pleasure wound tighter in her belly. Their mouths broke apart when an unexpected moan bubbled up her throat and he buried his face in her sweet neck.

The repetitive slap of their hips colliding made her that much wetter between her legs. The momentum of his body was pushing hers further up the bed with every thrust and he braced a flat hand against the headboard before her head could hit with it. Her nails dug into the thick ripples of his back, trying desperately to grab ahold of anything that could ground her.

The burning at the base of his spine intensified and he felt a sense of relief when her legs begin to tremble around his waist, a sure fire sign that her release was near. "I can feel you…", his face was just close enough to hers that she could feel his panting breath as her nose brushed his.

"Fuck me through it." Her quivering voice was somewhere between begging and ordering. That ignited something inside of him, something primal. He would give her exactly what she wanted, even if his heart beat out of his chest doing so.

Peeling his body off of hers, he readjusting his grip on the top of the headboard as he looked down at her. She took the air right from his lungs. Her eyelids were heavy, her lips were swollen and her flushed, supple chest rose and fell with every heaving breath. His cock swelled inside of her tight clutch at the sight and by the way her teeth dug into her bottom lip, she felt it too.

This time, when he started moving, he placed his other hand flat on her sternum to keep her against the bed as his hips slammed into hers. The pace he set had her back to balancing on the edge of her climax in seconds. Her legs shook and the sounds he pounded out of her pitched higher with every thrust.

All the warring emotions barreling through her veins consumed her, it overwhelmed her. An electricity buzzed at the tips of her fingers and she did the only thing her animal brain could think of. She brought her hands up to his shoulders and dug her blunt nails into his thick muscles, angry red lines streaking down his bulky chest a contrast to the dark hair smattered there.

He sucked a hiss through clenched teeth as the delicious pain lit every single nerve in his body like a Roman candle. A sweat broke out over every inch of his skin as she fell apart underneath him, her back bowing fully off the bed. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her eyes rolled behind her fluttering eyelids.

Peter watched her as she rode out all the phases of her orgasm. The tense crescendo, the trembling limbs, the sweet exhaustion seeping into her every inch of her being. There was nothing sexier than Lara Jean at her most vulnerable, at her most powerful. The power she held over him in these moments, whether she knew it or not, could bring him to his knees. And he would go there gladly.

"You have no idea, Lara Jean", he panted, finding it impossible to catch his breath with her looking like that. "No idea how amazing you look." The hand that was at her sternum moved to hold her jaw, his rough thumb brushing over her panting lips.

"Show me", she begged, her voice rougher than he'd ever heard it. "Come inside of me."

The words alone could've caused him to come undone but when her pink tongue circled his thumb and engulfed it in her searing mouth he snapped. The force of his climax propelled him back down to cover her body with his, his arms catching the brunt of his weight as his lips crashed against hers. His hips bucked as he emptied himself inside of her in three prolonged spurts.

The way he kissed her was borderline pornographic, hot and wet and all tongue. She felt like she was falling under a trance as he slowly let his weight fall on top of her and press her deeper into the mattress. "It's never been like this", she spoke slowly as his mouth moved lazily along her cheek. "With anyone else. Only you."

Whatever made his heart twist in his chest crawled up his throat and grabbed his tongue too. He couldn't speak, words wouldn't even do it justice if she could. So he did the only thing could do, he kissed her as she sleepily blinked up at him with stars in her eyes.

Full disclosure… while writing and brainstorming for this fic I started building a full length fic around it that pretty much follows tone of 'tis the damn season. This would basically fall as a chapter in that full length story. This part was just gnawing at my brain and I had to put pen to paper… or fingers to keyboard.

If you guys are interested in me fleshing this out into a full length story, lemme know! It may take me a while but I do have a layout for it in my head.