evan peters preferences & imagines

mr peters - evan peters (office edition)

You were running low on energy since you had gotten a job at a office corporation in Los Angeles, your job paid good but you were so tired every time you got home.

Another day of work was already coming around the corner. I sighed and got up out of bed, doing my routine of getting a shower, doing my makeup and getting out my outfit.

I brushed my hair out and then threw it up into a loose bun. They hated it when you wore your hair down so your hair was always up when you went to work. I grabbed a apple from the table and ate it on my way.

I arrived at work and parked my car into the designated spot of the lot. Grabbing my briefcase, I made my trip to my office and began to work on paperwork, all my job consisted of mainly.

I sent my assistant to go get me a green tea to help me stay awake. She brought it back a few minutes later and I already had it half drunk.

"May I come in?" Mr Peters said. He had worked here since he was 18 and now he was 28, he had been in the office industry as a teenager.

"Yeah." I said, motioning my hand for him to come in as I jotted down many signatures on the forms.

"Looks like your a busy little girl?" He chuckled. I sat down the pen and paper, and scooted my chair closer to my desk.

"What can I do for you?' I told him, taking a drink of my green tea. He smirked at me and said nothing.

"Peters don't come in here to look at my ass. Get out." I sighed and got up to open the door.

He pinned me against the wall and began to kiss down my neck. I wrapped my arms around his waist, as he lifted me.

"Don't think that I won't fuck you when you bite those sweet lips of yours at me during the business meeting the other day?" he whispered in your ear, practically ripping off your shirt and skirt.

You eased your tongue on his lips, playing with the tongue ring he had. He groaned and pulled away - taking off his suit, leaving him in just his boxers.

His fingers trailed down to your dripping heat and began to rub you through your panties.

"Peters, do something now." I struggled to say, so I bit down on his shoulder. He had beautiful shoulders and even collarbones.

He nodded and stripped out of his boxers, his long length slapping against his stomach.

"Ready, Anderson?" He said plunging in his length.

You moaned out as he lifted you up and hit your g-spot at a perfect spot and rate.

"Fuck Peters. Your dick is bigger then my pen." You moaned out as his length stretched out your walls.

I moaned into his shoulder, unraveling all over him. He grunted a few times and released his load inside of me.

"Looks like I'll have to fuck you later babe. But first be my girlfriend?" he grinned at you.

"Of course love." you planted a kiss on his cheek as you both went back to working as if nothing had happened.