LiL PEEP X Reader

i"m peep // red rooms

Holding the beer in your hands, you think about what Tracy had said. You thought to yourself, maybe I should go and introduce myself to the boy who kept staring at me.

You walk over to the steps and start heading down them, passing the side entrance and then walking into the basement. At the bottom of the stairs, you come across two doors. The one in front of you seems to lead into a washroom. The other one was to your left. Its door was opened a sliver and you could see light peering out from its sides.

You couldn't hear any noise coming from the other side. The only sound in the whole house was that of a distant chatter from the boys in the living room.

You decided you didn't want to just barge right in so you walk up against the door and begin to open it slowly.

You lean in your head and take a peek into the room. It was a very long room. Beside the entrance to your left was a minibar made of the same dark brown wood that could be found throughout the house. It had stools with beige cushion tops that wrapped around it, front and side. You could also see many different types of liquor bottles were behind the bar with a huge, dirty mirror behind it.

Looking further down into the long room was a pool table and a green screen that took up the rest of the wall that passed the bar.

To the right of the room was a studio. There were a couple of laptops, a PC hooked up to two monitors, and a large fish tank behind it. You raise a brow. That's probably not good for music production.

At the far end of the room, you notice a large black curtain connected to a metal railing that was hung from the ceiling. Perhaps that leads into another room?

As you're investigating the room, out from the black curtains walks a skinny boy looking down at his phone. This startles you and you're quickly taken aback, bumping into the door frame. Shit!

The boy's eyes shoot up from his phone and onto you.

"S-sorry." You mutter.

He gives you a somewhat dazed look and before you could even have another thought, his appearance catches your eyes. For the first time, you are seeing him clearly and finally get to have a good look at him.

He's taken off the hoodie and now was in a t-shirt and some shorts. He's slender and tall. From the tips of his fingers up to where his arms cut off into sleeves was entirely covered in tattoos. His hair was wet and messy like he had just gotten out of the shower, and dyed in two different colours. One side was a bright vibrant pink and the other half was black. It's a bit hard to notice but you can also see that he's also got some dirty blonde facial hair. Wow, you think to yourself, he's really fucking attractive.

As you gaze at him, his head drops down and his face turns a soft shade of red. Fuck, did I make him uncomfortable? You quickly try to think of something you could say to make the situation less awkward to make him feel better.

"I-" you stutter, "I like your tattoos." You tell him with a smile. Actually, you didn't just like his tattoos, you adored them. Although, telling him that would probably make him feel even more uncomfortable.

As he hears your compliment, he ponders a moment. He then stops hanging his head down and looks back up at you. It takes a moment but his dazed look turns into a small, toothy grin.

He gestures over to you with his hand, followed by the words "Come on in, and close the door behind you."

Close the door? Oh no, is this boy going to do strange things to me?

You shake off the creepy worries and do just as he asks and walk into the room, closing the door behind you.

As you approach him, he raises a brow and asks you, "What's your name?"

"(Y/n.)" You answer, looking around the room before looking back at him.

"Cute," he giggles. "I like that name."

His eyes close as he smiles down at you.

Oh wow. You think to yourself.
His laugh sounds so sweet and his smile is adorable.

"Thank you." You say as a little bit of red begins glowing from your cheeks.

"No problem." He says sweetly as her turns away from you and towards the large, black curtain behind him.

You can now see that the curtain is split in two down the middle. He grabs the right half of it and slides it a bit open, revealing some of the room that was hidden behind it. He steps in and then turns back over to you.

"Would you like to come in?" he asks you as he hangs his arm out toward the room.

Nodding, you accept his offer and walk over the room. As you pass him and enter, you can smell fresh shower and cologne coming off his body.

Behind the curtain was that of a bedroom. To your left was a black futon that has been made into a bed. In front of the bed was a black table with a tray for rolling weed, a bong, and a bunch of papers on it. The papers cluttered the floor around the table as well. On the right side of the wall was a large mounted flat screen with giant speakers under it.

"Is this like, your room?" You questioned him as you walked into the space.

"Yup. This is my humble abode." He answers and closes the curtain behind him. "Feel free to sit on the bed."

You head over to the futon and take a seat.

"Do you mind if I took off my sweater? It's kind of hot in here." You ask.

"Yeah, sure. Just throw it to the side." He replies.

You take your phone and headset out of your hoodie pocket and set those to the side. Standing up, you begin to take off your sweater. As you pull your hoodie up from over your head, some of your shirt from underneath pulls up, revealing a part of your stomach.

While you readjust your shirt and take a seat back down, you notice that he had been watching you that whole time. Your eyes meet his and at that moment he realizes that he had been caught watching you strip and the two of you share a blush.

"I- Uhh" he mumbles, trying to find something to say. "I, uhh.. I'm Peep."