Y/N and Goth Peter

Park Meet 🔞 ✏️

I decided to stay home from school. I was thinking about going online for the rest of the year. I went ahead and told my manager that I could come in early. I worked from 7AM to about 3PM. He didn't mind: we were short staffed.
Peter asked me to come over once I got off, so I did. I didn't really feel comfortable being in the house with him. Luckily, Sarah was there.
"Are you feeling better, Y/N?" Sarah looked me up and down to see if there were any new bruises.
"Yeah, I'm doing good."
"She was fine." Peter sounded annoyed at Sarah's presence.
"First of all, no she wasn't. You clearly hurt her. Not everyone likes being abused like you."
"Shut up. Give me some privacy with my girlfriend for once."
"I won't. I don't trust you." Sarah didn't budge from the chair she was in.
Peter rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him on the couch. "She liked the bruises. See, she hasn't left me." He smirked. He kissed my neck.
"Whatever." Sarah watched Love Island on the TV.
It was about 5PM. I've gotta see TK in an hour.
"Let's go to my room, Y/N." Peter took my hand.
"Leave the door open." Sarah yelled.
"Fuck off." Peter slammed and locked the door.
I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Peter pulled my over to the bed, sitting me down on his lap infront of his body mirror.
"You like my marks, don't you?" He pulled my hair, tilting my head back slightly and started kissing all the bruises.
"I mean, I do. There was just a lot."
He got more persistent. "You wear them well." He started biting. "I think you need more."
"That'd probably kill me." I laugh nervously, but I know he's serious. "Peter, I need to go."
"Mmmm," He pulls me down onto the bed and gets on top of me, straddling my hips as he continues his ravaging on my neck and collarbones, "Why, darling~"
"I... have to..." I gasp as he bites down hard on my neck. "Ow! Peter, that hurts."
"Good." He raises up and undoes his thick black belt. The silver buckle clinks as he pulls them off his legs, throwing them across the room.
"No, Peter. I don't have time for this." I stop him from pulling away my jeans.
"Yes, you do." He grabs both of my wrists and pins them above my head, taking of my pants with one hand. "Nobody and no thing is more important than me." He rips my panties off.
"Peter! Those were Victoria's Secret!"
He chuckles as he raises my knees by my head. He spits in his hand, rubbing my entrance before shoving himself in hard. He thrusts hard and fast. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He squeezes my sides, pinching almost.
I grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back. "Stop doing that."
He moans. "But, my love..." He kisses me. "I want every inch of your little body covered in bruises by the time I'm done with you."
I wince. "I'm not being talked about like that."
"I'll kill anyone who tries to say anything." He groans as he cums in me. He raises my shirts sucking on my boob until he finals stops thrusting. He rolls off of me. I stand up and start getting dressed.
He smacks my butt. "I knew you'd leave."
"It's just... really important."
"Well, when you get back, you can tell me all about it." He hangs over the side of his bed like a leopard in a tree. "Goodbye, my love."
"Bye, Peter."
I head out the door, not before telling Sarah bye.
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I get to the park. TK is sitting on the bench. His shirt is off, and he's sweating like a dog.
I sit beside him, "Heeyyy."
"Hey, Y/N. Why'd you wanna see me?"
"I... don't wanna be your friend anymore."
"What?"
"I can't. I can't be your friend. Peter doesn't like you. I still like you, but he doesn't. I don't wanna lose you, but Peter... he's..."
"I know how he is." TK looks serious. "I'm not gonna stop being your friend for him, Y/N."
"But you have to! He's crazy."
"Yeah, I see that. Your neck looks horrible."
I cover it with my hands. "Just, please? Look, I'll always be your friend, but I can't be around you at all."
TK laughs. "No, I'm not doing that."
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
"I DO!" TK pulls my face in and kisses my lips hard. "Y/N, I love you too much to stop being your friend. It's not happening. I'll take my chances."
My eyes are wide, and I'm frozen.
"If Peter is treating you like this, you need to leave him." TK holds my hand.
"I can't..."
"Yes, you can. You shouldn't be dictated and told who your friends are and aren't."
I think on it.
"Just, text me later, okay?"
"Mhm." I get up and leave. I walk home alone.