evan peters preferences & imagines

angry sex - kit walker

Kit was working late at the gas station and this left you alone at the house, watching some crappy show on the TV. You decided to head for the shower to get some of these sexual thoughts about Kit off your mind.

The water hit your body and instantly got you sexually aroused without Kit being here. Your fingers trailed down to your heat and began to slowly swirl your index finger around your clitoris - you tilted your head back in pleasure.

After your little sexual moment in the shower - you put on a pair of black lacy panties and bra, and put on one of Kit's old white shirts. You definitely wanted to get laid tonight.

The door slammed in just moments after you finished making Kit's dinner - you turned around to see him jerking off his work coat and slinging it into the laundry basket - he looked absolutely angry, his face was a bit red.

"Babe. What's wrong?" You ask him as you began to stir up in the chicken that's cooking in the pot.

"None of your damn business." he spat, heading to the bedroom. you sighed, believing that he would start this nonsense once again after a huge fight months ago.

You stomped up the stairs and into the bedroom, standing directly in the middle of the doorway where Kit was laying on the bed smoking a cigarette.

"Kit, what did I fucking tell you? About this goddamn nonsense you keep bitching about." You said calmly.

"Would you stop being a bitch?" he said plainly.

"Come to me when you want to stop being an asshole and grow some fucking balls and tell me the fuck what is wrong." you yelled out at him - you began to step out of the bedroom when you felt a pair of arms pull you right back in.

Kit's lips attacked yours - his arms gliding up your shirt as you felt his fingers dance along the elastic of your panties.

"Kit do something." you answer as he bites on your neck harshly, leaving a hickey.

He then throws you on the bed and practically rips your shirt and bra off, along with your panties. He removes all of his clothes - his springing erection plopping against his stomach.

You feel him position his length right at your heat - he gives no time in letting you adjust, he begins to pound in and out of you at a fast speed, leaving you in a moaning mess under him.

"KIT" you scream out as he vigorously thrusts into you, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

you then release all over his length as he releases inside of your p-ssy.

"Sorry babygirl. Daddy's just angry. I love you." he says, covering the both of you up.