Y/N and Goth Peter

🔞Working Not Too Far ✏️

Peter sat on the couch with me in his lap. It's was about 1:30PM.
"I need to go to Lucy's at 2, okay?"
"I know. Don't worry." He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight.
He's being weirdly clingy.
He rubbed my thighs. Up and down. Inner and outer.
I stopped."Peter?" He looked up at me. He looked so innocent. "What are you doing?"
"You're so sexy, Y/N."
"Really?"
"Mmmmmhmmm." His hands went higher up my thighs. He brushed against my crotch.
"Peter..." I grabbed his hand.
He broke free and went back up. "I wanna fuck you, Y/N." He slipped his hand up to my waist band and slipped inside the fabric. "I wanna make you scream my name. I want that ass up in the air for me." He kissed, sucked, and licked my neck. My breathing got heavy. He rubbed his fingers against my clit. "I want so much screaming that the neighbors call the cops because they think someone's getting murdered in here."
I squirmed against him. He was hitting the right spot in all the right ways. I was snapped back into reality when I felt sharp teeth clamp onto my neck.
"Ow!" I jumped.
He didn't let go. He licked the skin between his bite. He slipped two fingers inside of me. It wasn't long until I was a complete mess. I came on his fingers. He didn't stop until I was jumping with each touch. I felt warm and fuzzy.
He removed his hand from my pants and licked his fingers. "Mmmm, you taste good, Y/N."
I blushed. "You feel good." I blushed.
"Wanna know what I really feel like."
I halted. "I-I don't know if I'm ready."
"That's okay." He kissed my cheek. "I can wait."He squeezed me tight. "I love you, Y/N."
"I love you, Peter." I looked at my phone. "Wanna go ahead and walk me to Lucy's?"
"Yeah, I can."
I stood up and adjusted myself. He took my hand and walked me out the door and down the road.
I knocked on Lucy's door.
"IM COMING! ONE SEC!" I heard her from inside. After a few seconds, she opened the door. "Oh, Y/N. I was a little worried about you." She looked beyond me with a bland face. "Hello, Peter."
He didn't answer.
"I'm here to get my work clothes."
"Okay, come on." She let me in and slammed the door.
I went to my room and grabbed my skirt and shirt. I quickly threw it on and put my hair in a messy bun.
"So?" Lucy stood in front of me with her hands on her hips.
"What?" I looked at her.
"Are you alright? You didn't text me at all last night."
"Oh. Yeah, I'm good."
She looked at me expectantly. "And?"
"Uh, me and Peter are dating now."
"Really? After all he's done to you, you're dating him? I thought I was delulu, but you're worse."
"It's not delulu. I just like him, and he likes me."
"Right, so breaking your ribs is liking you?"
"I mean, I guess. Look, he's different now that we're dating, so can you not intrude and complain? You haven't had one solid relationship. I'm not taking your advice or criticism." I walked past her to the door.
"Y/N, I just want you to be safe."
"I will be. I can handle myself."
"Okay, then have a good day at work. I'll see you tonight."
"I'll let you know when I'm there." I closed the door and walked to Peter.
"It seems like she doesn't like me too much."
"Ya think?"
"Eh, she's just mad that I have you." He wrapped his arm around me and walked down the road.
I watched my feet as we made our way to The Diner.