Happy Together (YBF Love Story)

Chapter 7: Blood on Your Hands (Part 1)

⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️
Mentions of drugs, Verbal Abuse, Implications of Sexual Assault, Implications of Domestic Violence, Softcore Sexual Content, Mutual Masturbation, Fetish Talk, and Blood.

Friday, November 25, 2022

Peter and I have officially been dating for almost a month. So far it's been okay, I suppose. I sometimes think Peter wants me for just sex. Not that he's said that, but he is really wanting it, and I don't know why. He hasn't been forceful either. Like a couple weeks back we were making out on my bed and he was trying to pull my pants down, I had told him no "Oh...okay, well, we can just cuddle if you want to then." and that's what we did. Maybe it's just in my head, but I don't really know what I was getting myself in to. I actually haven't talked to or seen Peter in over a week because it bothers me, and I can't let him find out, not yet. I open my eyes and stretch before looking out the window. I have to work 10-2 today; which isn't too bad. I get dressed and start feeling a pain in my stomach, I shrug it off and walk out. Remember when I had pushed Lucy? Yeah, she's still been pretty ticked off at me over it. She even told Don about the pills!! I was heading out for work "Nichols." And I knew I was in trouble; that's when I had to tell him that they were medical, so Lucy and I are on the outs now. I guess she's already left to whoever for Thanksgiving...Thanksgiving, holy crap, that's today?! I sigh and head out the door, that's why I leave at 2, because the Diner closes then. I rush to work quickly and head inside. TK must have left early to meet family, and we have maybe seven people, me included. I also thought we'd be busy, but it wasn't too bad. It's now 1:30, and people are slowly leaving one by one. I clean a table "YN, go on home." I turn to my left to see Ms. Thomas; she's a butch woman who is like a work mother to all of us. I lean back "Are you sure?" I ask "Yes, we can run ship from here. Go on, git!" She exclains. I nod "Happy Thanksgiving, Ms. T!" "Happy Thanksgiving, sugar." She replies to me. I head on outside and feel the cool air...and a raindrop. Oh great, great way to rain on my parade. I feel slight cramping, and I sigh. I know I am nearing that special time of the month a few days from now, but hopefully things will be alright. As I walk to the right of the Diner the rain begins to slowly turn into a drizzle. I put my hood up and look around "Are you seriously this worried over some rain?! You can walk home, worthless slut!!" I feel my back ache "Hey, Darl-Whoa!!" I turn around and glare...it's Peter. Peter looks at me in total fear as I glare "Who looks like a scared rabbit now?" I ask. Peter laughs nervously "Darling, please put the boxcutter knife down..." He says. I look, and the knife in my left hand is slightly pressed to his throat! I gasp and pull away "I'm so sorry, but don't scare me like that!" I exclaim angrily "I wasn't trying to scare you. Is everything okay?" He asks "Of course it is. What are you doing here?" I ask. He arches his brow "I'm here because I wanted to see you. We haven't talked at all in the past week, and I was getting worried." He says "I've just had a lot on my mind is all. I thought you'd be back home." I say "I mean, I went back to my apartment, but I couldn't keep my mind off you." He says "So you're not going to your family's to celebrate Thanksgiving?" I ask. He goes silent before walking, and putting his right arm around my shoulders "I...I don't celebrate Thanksgiving." He says awkwardly. I look at him with surprise "Oh, you don't celebrate Halloween or Thanksgiving...how come? I thought you did." I say. Peter looks confused slightly, but shrugs it off "So how was your day at work?" He asks suddenly; I can sense discomfort in his voice as he tries to change the subject that feels like the stabbing of a knife. I shrug "It went well. My boss actually let me off early, I guess she thought I had plans." I say "You do." He states suddenly. We get under an awning "What do you mean?" "You're gonna come with me to my apartment." He says cheerfully. My eyes widen "I am?" "Yeah, I've gone to yours, so let's make it even. That is, if you don't have anything planned..." He trails off, glancing at me as if hinting. I shake my head "I don't have any plans...I guess I can head on over." I say. Peter smiles excitedly before walking behind me and hugging me from behind. The thought of spending Thanksgiving with Peter is, well, different...but it might actually work out. I put my hands on top of his "Are you hungry?" I ask "A little. If you're hungry I can-" "Please!" I exclaim ecstatically before running from him. I can hear Peter run after me in the rain "Darling!" He calls out before I stop at a building. He stops and huffs. "You want pizza?" He asks as I nod "Yeah, surely you know my favorite." I say with a big smile "Cheese. Okay, I'll get it. Just, wow, you're fast." He pants before heading into Sunny's Pizza. I walk in behind him and he stands in line "Do you like cheese?" I ask nervously...what is going on with me? He looks back at me and smirks "I like whatever you like, Darling." He says before pulling me in front of him "What are we doing at your apartment?" I ask. He blushes "Well, anything you want to do..." He trails off awkwardly. I smile and glance up at him "I've never really spent Thanksgiving with just one person before." I say "Well, glad to know I'm your first..." He says. After we buy the cheese pizza we head to his apartment; which I am nervous of. Thankfully the town wasn't as busy as it usually is any other day, so getting to his apartment was very quick. His apartment is brick and about forty-five minutes from mine...how does he get to my apartment so fast? I still feel a bit crampy, nothing too bad though, gotta love PMS. Peter opens the door and lets me walk in; his apartment building is a lot nicer than mine is. My lobby is a bit more messy due to Don constantly renovating it, but Peter's has beige walls, and a nice wooden floor with a more rustic feel. I turn back to see Peter wave awkwardly at an older woman with black hair and black rimmed glasses who is typing on a laptop, she nods at him and continues her work as Peter leads me up the stairs "Who was that?" I ask "That's my Landlord, Sandra. Her sisters must be coming in late." He replies. We get up two flights of stairs before walking a little down a hall to the left where his door was 222. Peter fumbles for his keycard in his left pocket and sticks it in the door. I remove it and open it to see a very nice and clean apartment. He has a wood floor and the same beige color on his walls along with brick in some parts. Everything looks nice and neat; almost as if it hadn't been touched for a couple of months. I turn around to see Peter shutting the door with his back as I hand him back his keycard "This place is incredible." I say. He blushes "Thank you. I try to be a cleaner guy than my youth." He replies "No, really, it looks very clean in light...instead of the other way around, heh." I reply nervously "You can have yourself a seat if you need to. I gotta go do something right quick." He says as he walks to his kitchen; where the only thing blocking his kitchen and living room is a counter. I walk over to his white fabric couch and sit down to face a large flatscreen; much like TK's. This apartment really is amazing, and a lot bigger than mine. I see in the reflection of the TV a white table covered with a blue blanket, and on top of it are boxes and a bunch of random things scattered around; that must be where he does his videos. I look down at his black rug below his cedar colored coffee table and grin. I suddenly hear the floor creaking from his footsteps, and I look back to see Peter with his hoodie zipped up. "There's someone I want you to meet, she's a little shy so fair warning." He says. I smile "Well, I never thought he'd be into that, but okay I guess..." I think. I nod and expect to hear footsteps of another person, but they never come. Instead Peter unzips his hoodie and, with his left hand, pulls out a snake "This is another one of my girls in my life, she's my baby. I got her from the side of the road a few months ago when she was an egg. This is Rats." He says as he pets her head with his right index finger. Rats slithers up his chest "Oh...what kind of snake is she?" "Hognose. I went to a Zoologist awhile back. She does bite a little, but I've been trying to teach her." He replies, smiling lovingly at the reptile. I let out a small breath of relief before gently poking her back with my left index finger "She's really pretty, I like her pattern." I state. Peter kisses the top of her head "I should probably put her back in her enclosure, I try to feed her three times a day. I just wanted you to meet her so she can warm up to you." He says "Yeah, that's fine." I say. He smiles and starts to walk away, and I swear I hear him talking to her in babytalk; this actually makes me giggle. I start to feel another cramp in my abdomen before my stomach growls. I pull my knees to my chest when I hear Peter walk to his kitchen before coming towards me "Anything you want to watch?" He asks "I'm down for whatever really." I say as he nods "Well, I'm into monster movies. Like, the ones from the 30s. We can do that or Invader Zim if you want." He says "Hmm, let's go for the monster movie I suppose. Now, by monster movie do you mean spooky monsters or people? Because The Hitch-Hiker is a good one." I say as he arches his brow "I think I've seen it?" He states questioningly "Here, I'll get it." I chirp before grabbing the remote, and pressing the buttons to turn it on to AmaPrime. After searching I click on the movie. "There we go." I say. I look to my left at Peter to see him giving me an odd look. "What?" I ask "How did you turn it on?" He asks. I smile nervously "I just did." I reply "Well, it's just that the power button is broken, and I had to start a little button ritual to get it to come on...the same ritual you just did." He says, a hint of suspicion in his voice "Beginner's luck, I guess. Hey, the movie is starting!" I exclaim excitedly. Peter nods and watches the screen while I grab the pizza box...we get to the twenty minute mark, and I just ate the whole pizza! My eyes widen as I realize what I've done "Did you eat well?" He asks. I blush darkly and set the box down "Yeah...I'm really sorry, I should have asked if you wanted anything. That was rude of me." I say "You fat tub of lard! Stop acting like you're better than anyone else!! Why can't you be like the cheerleaders down there, huh? You like displeasing me with your disgusting form of a person?! Answer me!!" My eyes widen before looking at Peter "You alright?" Peter asks "Yeah, what did you say?" I ask with a headshake "Oh...I said I wasn't hungry anyway. Glad you enjoyed it, Darling." He says before looking back at the TV. I turn to face him and sit Indian-style "Are you sure? Cuz I can go call for another one. I'm really sorry and it won't happen again." I say quickly. Peter laughs "Darling, it's okay, really. I promise I'm not mad." He says before giving me a reassuring smile. I nod and look at the TV again; feeling my heart pound with fear. What if he is mad? Why won't he just tell me? What if he laughed because of how stupid I am? I look at him and see his left hand reaching towards my knee gently as he's still watching. I move and sit straight ahead quickly. I feel sweat on my forehead before I feel him scoot closer to me. He now yawns and wraps his arm around me whilst stretching. While I want to giggle at the smooth gesture I think I should go home. I hear him scratch his right side before putting his right hand on my thigh. I freeze and sit still, maybe I should just go? What if he's trying to twist my ankle or cut my shoulder? What if he's going to hurt me? I see his right hand come up towards my face; causing me to scream and jump away. I almost fall off the couch. I pant as I look at Peter, who looks at me in shock. "Okay, that does it." He says before reaching for his remote and pausing the movie. He now looks at me. "Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" He asks "N-no. I'm sorry, okay!" I exclaim. He arches his brow "Sorry for what exactly?" He asks. I point to the pizza box and guard my face. He laughs awkwardly "We're still on that? I even said it was fine." He says "But what if you were just saying that to distract me from the actual truth, and you really are mad at me but don't want to show it to put my guard down?" I ask. Peter's eyes widen and his jaw drops for a moment before shaking his head "I have no idea how to respond to that...is that why you've been so jumpy?" He asks. I sit up "I've not been jumpy, just on the defense." I snap "The defense? Of me trying to kiss you...? I mean, I'm sorry, I can start asking next time." He says awkwardly "I don't think you'd want that anyway. No guy wants to rub up on a tub of lard, or deal with a horrible kisser. Besides, you'd probably feel my fatrolls any-" "Stop." He says coldly. I back away slightly and look him up and down a couple of times "Yeah, I think I can take you." I say "Take me? Wha-" I leap toward him and try to grab his hands. He laughs as I realize that I'm just sitting on his lap "If this is what you meant, I'm frightened, threatened, and a little turned on~" He whispers. I pull away and stradle him "I was going to fight you." I say whilst crossing my arms "I'm 6'5, you're 5'3. You can fight me all you want, but I won't engage. You're too cute." He says "I literally just threatened to assault you. What? You think because you're 6'5 that I should be scared of you." I say "Why would I want you scared of me? Okay, come here." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. "If I did something wrong, or if I made you uncomfortable or frightened in any manner. I am sorry, but I can't be better unless you tell me what I did." He says "I just worry that you're mad." I say "Okay, you're right, I am mad now. I'm mad that you would talk so horribly of yourself, and that you feel I think that of you." He says "I'm pretty sure. I mean, you've probably have had other types." I say. He glares "You're my type." He says "Ah, so you are into BBW then. So if you think you're going to talk me into sleeping with you, it's not going to-" "No. Enough." He says coldly. I lean back slightly. "You think that I'm just wanting to hook up with you...?" He asks "C'mon, Peter, I'm sure you've said this to other girls before getting in their pants." I say with a shrug. He shakes his head "You're crazy. You know what? I'm not trying to hook up with you, or anyone. The only person I've ever had in this apartment was an old man who left to live with his daughter in Alaska. Also, as embarrassing as this is...I haven't ever been in anyone's pants, I'm a virgin. So you can keep assuming about me all you want, I know the truth. If you honestly think that horrible of me, then do what you want." He says. I look down for a moment "I'm sorry. I just worry. I wasn't trying to insult you, I was just saying that you could have any other girl right now." I say. He looks into my eyes "I don't want any other girl. I want you, and only you. It hurts me that you think so lowly of yourself, because I find you perfect." He says "I'm not perfect." "You are in my eyes. I don't care what you think of me, but I don't want you ever speaking of yourself like that again...so, I feel like now would be a good time to ask. Are you a virgin?" He asks "You will do this for me!! I could have girls and women all over me in an instant! You deserve this for being such a waste of my time!! Take it now!!" "Y-yeah...I am." I say. He nods "Okay. Look, I'm not trying to scare you. Trust me when I say that I find you incredibly attractive. I wouldn't want you on my lap like this," he starts to rub my thighs sensually, "I wouldn't rub on your body or hold you close. I literally get rock hard just looking at you, Darling." He says, his voice slowly getting deeper before moving his face to my neck and kissing it gently. I look up at the ceiling and feel him gripping my thighs tightly "You sure love hickeys, huh?" I ask before I feel him bite into my neck. I feel myself get wet as I reach down to grab his hands. He pulls away slightly "Put them wherever you want, anywhere is fine with me." He says huskily. I put his hands on my waist and lean down to kiss him. He moans into the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as I lick his bottom lip. We begin to French kiss and I tease his tongue with my tongue ring. He pulls away suddenly, and I see the drunk, half-lidded look on his face "Can I...?" He asks, tapping his fingers to my back. I nod as he grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist. I kiss him again and move my right hand down to his chest when I feel him slightly try to grind against me; this makes me giggle at how awkward it feels...along with slight cramping in my abdomen. He pulls his sleeveless hoodie off of him and sets it on the couch to the left. I pull away "I'm sorry for insulting you." I say. He chuckles "Stop apologizing. I've moved on, Darling." He says "Well, I want to make it up to you...y'know." I say quietly. He arches his brow "I don't want you doing anything you don't want to do." "No, I need to. It's fine, just...be gentle, okay?" I ask. He nods slowly "Of course. Anything for you, Darling. Please stop me if I go too far." He says with a concerned look. I nod before he smirks. "I want to try something." He whispers before suddenly laying down with me on top of him! I gasp before I unwrap myself from him and lift myself up slightly "Petey, what are you doing?" I ask "Nothing wrong with foreplay, Darling. Plus, I want to feel you on top of me." He says "I don't think that's a good idea. I might crush you." I say as he smiles with a perverted look "Good." He says before pressing down on my back with both hands and pulling me onto him. He puts his left hand to my cheek and kisses me roughly. I feel my heart skip a beat as he moves his right hand to my butt and squeezes. I bite his bottom lip before I pull away and sit up; feeling something hard pressed into my crotch. He looks like he's in a trance before I look at his torso to see him breathing heavily "Take it off." I say, he cocks his head to the right "What?" He asks breathlessly "Your shirt. I want you to take it off." I say. He nods before lifting up his back slightly and grabbing the back of his collar with both hands. I watch as he pulls it off and pulls up his sleeves until he's fully done and puts it on the table. He lays back down while I get a good look at him. He is thin, for sure, and I can see his ribs slightly. I look even further down, and there's the scar, that little two inch scar laying horizontally towards the left side a few inches from his belly button "Something wrong...?" I look up to see him blushing and giving me a concerned look; I think I'm making him self-conscious. He puts his hands on his chest and I grab them with my left hand and put my right index finger to his lips "Shh, can't a girl admire?" I ask. He nods softly before licking my finger and putting his arms behind his head. I smile and lean forward to kiss him while putting my hands to his upper arms. He chuckles in the kiss before he pulls away "Now take off yours." He says coyly "Not a good idea, Babe." I say "Come on, I took off my shirt. At least take off your jacket. I'd love to see that body you have that keeps me up at night." He says as he moves his hands down and rubs my hips. I blush "Maybe later...okay? I'm not ready." I say shyly. He nods "Okay. Go at your pace." He says with a soft smile. I smile and kiss him again before kissing down his chin to the right side of his neck. He gasps before I giggle and bite him lightly. "Harder." He whispers. I arch my brow and shrug before biting a little harder and sucking lightly. He moans and rubs my sides while I lick his neck slightly. I start moving further downward and repeating; loving to hear his husky grunts and moans. He moves his head to give me more space as his grip starts becoming more needy. "If you're doing this to t-tease me. Nngh, it's working, Darling." He says as I feel him attempt to grind against me once again. I kiss his collarbone and kiss down to his chest. "If you want to, you can go further down." He whispers huskily. I pull away and shake my head nervously. I now see the huge amount of hickeys I've left on him! I sit up with my elbows and sigh "I'm sorry, I guess I got a little carried away." I say "You didn't, Darling. I actually want you to do more." He says as he puts his left hand to my head and rubs my scalp. I smile and blush "You must really like what I do." I say as he smiles lovingly "I love everything you do, Darling." He says before smacking my butt. I gasp and feel it so suddenly. The pressure releases something from within, and the cramping becomes more intense as I feel it leaving my body "Oh no." I think as he chuckles before suddenly turning us over and putting me under him. I blush darkly before he pulls me into another kiss. I put my hands to his back and scratch down, causing him to growl and shove his tongue in my mouth. I feel his right hand feel up my leg as I continue to run my nails down his back...until I feel something on the right side. It feels almost like something covering a hole that has ridges of flesh. He doesn't seem bothered at all by it. I feel his left hand move to the crotch of my pants and I grab it and pull away "Not yet." I say quickly "Something wrong?" He asks "N-no...just, uh, t...tell me your fantasies." I say. He chuckles nervously and shakes his head "I don't think so...you'd never speak to me again, probably." He says. I arch my brow "Why? it's not, illegal, is it?" "What? Ew, no. Nothing like that." He says with his eyes wide "Okay, well, you can tell me." I say, putting my right hand to his cheek. "I want to know for the future. In case I ever want to do something special for you~" I say seductively. His breathing elevates before he blushes darkly "F...future?" He asks in awe as I giggle and shake my head up and down. He takes a deep breath. "O-okay...just, promise me you won't freak out." He says as I nod "I won't." I say with a giggle. He leans down to me while he moves his left hand down to his pants "What are you doing?" I ask as he sets his forearm beside my head "It's starting to hurt, Darling. Just need to dull the ache a bit." He says. I kiss his cheek and hear the sound of unzipping. He grunts as I arch my brow "He's doing it dry?" I think as he moans slightly "I try to imagine you completely naked. I just want to picture you just like that around me. I want to cover you with my bite marks so people can take the hint that you belong to me. Nngh, I...I want to handcuff you, listen to you beg for me as I fill your insides. I want to hear you screaming my name and begging for more. Mmm, I want to taste you, go down on you and watch your reaction as I eat you alive and keep going until you beg me to stop...mmm, there is one more fantasy I have that I can't let go. Ohhh, I want to see you big, I want to see your body change because of me. I want to see that nonstop, me just filling you with every drop over and over...mmm, oh, Darling. I need you so bad~" He moans before I kiss him passionately. He pulls away "I want you to feel it." He whispers. I nod slowly before I spit in my right hand and go down. I feel it throbbing in my hand as I move my hand up and down slowly. He thrusts slowly and moans "You like that?" I ask "Darling, I want to cum in you. Please, ahh, it feels so good~" He mumbles before putting his left hand to my pants "Baby, hold on." I whisper "I, I can't. I just want to feel the inside of you and taste you. I want to tease you." He says huskily before putting his left hand inside. I gasp as I feel his middle finger go inside slowly; causing me to stop jerking him. He chuckles and moves my hand away. "Tell me what you want, Darling." He whispers as he slowly thrusts his finger. My cramps begin to leave as I moan softly "Baby, please. You, you need to stop for a minute." I whimper. He nods and I feel him pull out. He pulls his hand out of my pants and my eyes widen "Okay, I'll give you a few minutes. I promise, Darling, I want you to have the best time with me." He says before licking his hand.

AN: CLIFFHANGER!!! This chapter took a while to do! So, while I'm here I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas! Also, for those of you who have never seen The Hitch-Hiker. It was a movie made back in 1953 and it was really good, I recommend seeing it on the Prime. Now I get to share this. For those of you who remember, I created Sonic X 2 back on August 21, the reads aren't fully quite up there, but I now have decided to update my project.



Sonic XX: Team Misfit is officially announced and has been in the works since September! More updates to my Instagram as I am so excited to give a sequel! I hope everyone has an amazing and safe New Year! See ya next year! ❤