Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Speechless 18+ -Kit Walker

Another day, another clash in the common room of Briar Cliff.

"You're so fucking annoying," I yelled, "Shut up."

"Damn," Grace chuckled, "Why so harsh?"

"Right, don't get your panties in a twist," Kit smirked, "It's just a game of cards."

"Don't tell me whether or not I should twist my panties," I huffed, "I'll twist them any way that I want to."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Well this got weird," Lana spoke as she slowly set her cards on the table.

"Fine, twist them up," Kit laughed, "Twirl them if you have to."

He was mocking me. Goddamn it. He was mocking me.

"Listen here you wife slaughtering, son of a-"

"Whoa," Lana interrupted me.

"Wow," Kit gasped in disbelief, "Did you honestly just say that?"

"Did she stutter," Grace chimed in, "When have you ever known Y/n to hold back on her words? It's why she's here as we speak."

"Can it, hatchet girl," I snapped at her, "You're not getting off easy either; you were hiding cards too."

"What are you talking about," Grace defended, "I didn't do shit."

"Is that the same excuse you gave the cops," I smiled, "No wonder why you're in here."

Kit burst out into laughter.

"You're out of your mind," Kit laughed, "I love it."

"Suck it," I rolled my eyes, "I forfeit, you guys were cheating anyway."

Lana's eyes grew wide as she slammed her deck down.

"No you don't," she roared, "I have two loaves of banana bread bet on this game, and it was not easy sneaking them from the kitchen."

Jesus, she was making a scene.

"So you better suck it up and play your ass off-or so help me God," she proceeded.

"Ok calm down," I insisted, "No need to be a Drama Queen."

"You're the one- what the hell," Lana sighed, "I'm done."

"What about the bread," I asked.

Grace and Kit burst out laughing as Lana got up and walked away.

"I'll go get her," Grace huffed.

It wasn't long before Grace had left the common room as well, leaving Kit and me by ourselves. The silence between the two of us was deafening. We hung out together every day because of Lana and Grace, so moments like this were rare.

He sat across the table with his arms folded, staring at his deck of cards. His soft eyes made me smile a little. His eyes quickly darted up at me as he started to grin.

"Hi," he smirked.

"Hi," I responded as looked away.

"You know," Kit started, "I catch you doing that a lot."

"I don't get what you mean," I rolled my eyes.

Kit snickered as he leaned further.

"Sure, you don't, Darling," Kit smirked, "Grace and Lana said that you have a crush, and by the way you keep staring at me, I'm starting to believe them."

"Don't get too cocky, Kit," I ridiculed, "When we aren't in this common room, you don't cross my mind."

"According to Grace I do," he grinned.

Fucking Grace. And she wonders why I don't tell her anything anymore. That goddamn Lizzie Borden wannabe is on my last nerve.

"Never have and never will," I contested.

He stood up out of his chair and reached for my hand.

"Oh, really then," he smirked, "Grab my hand."

I grabbed his hand and stood out of my chair.

"Now do me a favor and shut up," Kit asserted, "There aren't any nurses around, and I don't want your loud mouth to alert them."

"I-"

Kit grabbed my lips and shushed me as he began directing us out of the common room. Lana and Grace still hadn't made it back yet, so whatever he was doing, he'd better do it quickly.

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Click

"What is this place," I asked.

He locked the door behind us and let go of my hand to turn on the light.

"Janitors closet," Kit informed, "No one patrols this hallway as much, so it's the perfect place to sneak off too."

"And you brought me here, why," I interrogated.

"So no one could hear us scream," he admitted.

"What-"

Kit grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lips as he lifted my body and laid me on a nearby shelf, knocking over every bottle on the rack as he climbed on top of me. Never breaking his kiss, he kicked off his shoes and bottoms as he lifted my dress. He stared deeply into my eyes as he removed my gown and threw it.

My panties were the only thing holding him back, but not for long, as Kit tore them off and began to grind against me. Before I could let a moan out, he covered my mouth with his hand and adjusted himself. He slid into me without warning.

"Oh fuck," Kit moaned out.

My eyes began to roll in the back of my head as he started to move inside of me. I threw my head back in pleasure, but he grabbed my chin causing me to make eye contact with him as he fucked me.

"Look at me, Darling," Kit instructed, "I wanna see your face when I make you cum."

For the first time ever, I was speechless. I stared into his chocolate eyes as he murmured profanities to himself.  He tried to hold in his moans, biting down on his lip as he gazed at me. I squealed as he slid himself deeper inside, slowing down his pace as he did. His dick began throbbing inside me, he was close. I think he knew I was too as he began squeezing my ass and speeding up his pace.

"Oh god," Kit groaned out, "You feel so good."

A warm liquid began to drip down my legs, as he continued to fuck me senseless. Before I knew it I had came all over him, earning one last "Oh fuck, Y/n" from his lips. He removed his hand from my mouth to let me speak.

"You sure are quiet, right now," Kit smiled, "Now that I know how to make you shut up, you're gonna always be left speechless."

"I don't mind," I endorsed, "Jokes on you, now I'm never going to shut up."

"Jokes on me, huh," Kit laughed as he reached inside his shirt and pulled out the cards he'd hidden.

"You piece of shit."