/Chapter 5/

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Peep grinned to himself as he watched you dance for him. His smirk growing wider across his tattooed face as your clothing started to fall off of your fit body.

Kisses lined his neck as your lips lightly pecked his soft pale skin, his breath becoming heavier as your body starts to grind on top of his. Suddenly, a slight pang in your heart becomes apparent.

I feel like a fucking piece of shit, you think to yourself, I'm using him for my own gain. No.. This is good for me, I need this. Fuck this guy. He thinks he's so fucking great. He's not. He's a dick. A boring shitty rapper who can't get over himself. I need his money. I need his drugs.

Your skin feels hotter with the rage under your emotions. You become greedier, and start to kiss him rougher. Small grunts escape his mouth as you push harder against his body, his bulge growing underneath your legs.

"I want you so bad, Y/N." He groans underneath your touch. He pulls you down onto his lap and pushes himself against you. You wince from the sharp pain you felt. You push against his chest for a slight moment, picking yourself off of the floor.

"I'll be right back, don't worry." You wink and walk quickly into the bathroom around the corner. You looked in the mirror and shook your head at your view. "God I'm fucked up."

You tore open the cabinite and found an orange bottle full of white pills. You poured a couple into your hand. 'Xanax' the white long pill read.

Throwing the pills down into your mouth and taking a gulp of tap water, you felt lost. Was this who you truly wanted to be?

You stumbled out of the bathroom and was greeted with a naked peep. He was smirking at you and beckoned you over with a finger.

"Youre so hot, Y/N." He grunted as you walked over to him, swaying your hips. He softly grabbed your hand and watched as you straddled him, moving your panties to the side and teasing him with your warmth against his tip.

"I gotta tell you something peep." You slurred and you slid him into you, he let out a sharp sigh and nodded with his eyes closed, telling you to continue talking. "Listen, are you listening?" You slur, he nods heavily as you slowly ride him, his length twitching under your tightness. "It's a secret," you leaned in and felt his chest rising and falling against yours, he was breathing heavily. "I'm poor and this isn't my house." You chuckled. You could tell he was too focused on your body to even care.

"Just keep going." He groaned, lifting your thighs up and taking charge. His hips thrusted into you. You couldn't feel a damn thing. You falsely moaned to give him the pleasure but you were numb. You're fucking a complete stranger in a dead mans house.

He groaned and twitched under your body, his breathing growing heavier as he came closer to his climax. "F-f-fuuuuck." He groaned lowly, you sat back down on him and let him ride out the wave of euphoria.

"Alright, I'm tired. Can you drop me off at this motel?" You rolled your eyes and got dressed.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Peep awkwardly replied as he sat up and cleaned himself. He got dressed and sighed as he grabbed his keys. "So like, who's house is this then? Your parents?"

"No, my old bosses. He actually died literally today up on the second floor." You nodded and walked out the front door. Peep rushed out of the house.

"What the fuck???" He yelled in a whisper.

"What? I thought you were into ghosts and shit." You rolled your eyes and sat in the passenger seat, waiting patiently.

"Uh yeah, but not fucking murder. Did you kill him?" He questioned you more, he pulled out of the driveway and started on the long winded road.

"Nah, some dudes in masks did. I don't know who they were, nor do I actually care. The dude was a dick." You scoffed, your eyelids grew heavy under the weight of drugs and exhaustion.

"Alright, awesome, great. I fucked a chick in a dead guys house in the middle of the fucking day. Do you not realize its like 3pm? The fucking sun is out? Someone could have caught us!" Peep stressed out and started to grip the steering wheel.

"Jesus fuck, chill out man. Just turn here and drop me on the side. I know my way home. For such a huge fucking rapper you're a dick and schizo." You rolled your eyes as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"Fuck off. Get out of my fucking car." Peep growled and pulled off to the side. He threw a stack of cash to you harshly and grunted. He was visibly angry.

"I was going to anyways, dickhead." You snarled and grabbed the money as you hopped out of the truck. You slammed the door and watched as he drove off. The hot summer sun beat on you midday. You had a mile or two to walk until the motel. "Fuck." You muttered as you started walking.

You fucked it up. You could've taken everything from him. Now all you have is a stack of bills and a worse drug addiction.

You really fucked it up.

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