Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 32

•Continued•

🪻: I feel someone touching my arm, but I think it's my dream until I hear my name. I open my eyes a little, and I feel my face turning red when I see Peter, and just how close he is.. "Hm?"

🥀: I smile softly when she looks at me. I grabbed her plate with a brownie and put it in front of her. "I got you a brownie."

🪻: I bite the inside of my lip as I look at the brownie. It smells so good.. And he got it for me? He thought about me?? I really want to eat it but I'll get fat.. He'll think I'm a pig.. I look back up at him. "T-Thank you, Peter. But I'm not hungry.." I say quietly. He's still so close to me..

🥀: I frown when she declines my brownie. She's lying to me. I hate it when she doesn't eat. "What? Y-You haven't eaten at all when you got here. Did you eat at school? Or even breakfast?" I know she hasn't, but I want to see if she'll continue to lie to me.

🪻: My face gets redder when he confronts me. I didn't expect him to do that. I'm getting a little uncomfortable. I don't want him to know I starve myself. He'll think I'm pathetic. But I don't want him to think I'm a pig for eating.. "Stop." That's all I'm able to say. I'm too nervous.

🥀: I lean back a little. I'm sad she thinks she needs to starve herself to be pretty. Why can't she see she already is.. "Come on.. You made the brownies, I think you should at least eat one.." I say softly as I push the plate a little closer to her face.

🪻: My heartbeat is speeding up, and my face is getting redder with embarrassment. Why does he care so much? It's just a brownie.. "Peter, stop.." I say a little sternly, but you can hear the nervousness in my voice. I roll over, my back towards him.

🥀: My brows furrow when she tells me to stop but I relax when she rolls over. I sigh quietly and just stare at her for a few seconds before standing up. "I'm sorry.." I say softly, and I pick up the plates. I put one on my bed, and I go back out in the kitchen to put her brownie back. I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable. I just want her to eat.. I walk back into my room and sit beside her. I think she fell asleep again.

I continued playing minecraft for about thirty minutes, but I started to get a little tired, so I turned off the game. I look at her, and my eyes immediately widen when I see that her nightgown has slid up. My face turns red, and I look away as my body heats up. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down before looking at her again. I can see her ass and God is it so tempting.. It makes it even worse that she's wearing a thong. My heartbeat speeds up, and I bite my lip, trying to hold back from touching her.. I feel really bad for doing this, but I can't help myself. I don't want to pass up this opportunity.. I pull out my phone and start taking pictures of her. She's gorgeous.. I lightly place my hand on her hip, I want to pull her close to me so badly. I run my hand down her leg before putting my phone away.

I stand up and gently pick her up. I place her on my bed and cover her with a blanket. I move her hair out of her face and grab my brownie as I sit back down on the couch. I want to cuddle with her so bad, but I don't want to freak her out.. I finish my brownie and turn off the TV before closing my eyes.

>Time skip<
6:15am

🪻: My eyes flutter open, and I stare into the darkness. I roll over, but I realize whatever I'm laying on doesn't feel the same.. Where am I? I sit up and squint my eyes, trying to use the small light coming from the electronic clock by his TV to see. I remembered falling asleep in Peter's room. But this doesn't feel like the couch. And I don't remember being under a blanket. Am I still in his room? I'm in a bed.. Am I in his bed!? Is he in the bed!? I start to panic a little, and I get out from under the blankets. I feel around, and thankfully, he's not next to me. Where's my phone? I can't see anything.. My eyes adjust and I finally see that I am, in fact, in Peter's room and in his bed.. But where is he? Did he sleep with me? Butterflies fill my stomach at just the thought of that. I'm pretty sure I left my phone by the couch, so I start walking towards it. I look on the couch, but I don't see it. I'm about to reach out and feel around when I realize Peter's laying right there. My eyes widen, and I quickly step back. Oh God. That was close.. He let me sleep in his bed? He moved me to his bed!? Like, picked me up and carried me?? My face flushes with blush as I feel my heart flutter. I can't believe it. He slept on the couch just so I could sleep comfortably in his bed? That's so nice of him.. maybe he doesn't hate me.