Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Coffee- Kyle Spencer 18+ (Post Death)

Last night was the most comfortable I had been since the accident happened. No nightmares. No sleep paralysis. Merely comfort. I opened my eyes to look at the blonde-haired man under the sheets with me. He still looked as beautiful as before. I hated what the witches did to his body, but I appreciated that they brought him home. Especially that old witch who cast a spell on him to bring him back to normal, but I didn't care how different he seemed. I was just happy to have him.

His eyes fluttered open as he looked at me. A smile crept up on his face.

"Good morning, beautiful," he grinned.

"Good morning," I swooned at the sight of him.

"How'd you sleep," Kyle asked, "Did you have one of those nightmares again?"

"Nope, not this time," I answered, "What about you?"

"All my dreams were about you," Kyle responded as he moved closer to me, "I missed you, Y/n. I missed everything about you. Your eyes. Your smile. Your lips."

Kyle pressed his lips against mine. Our lips danced with one another. I ran my hands through his hair and climbed on top of him without breaking our kiss. He pulled his boxers down a little to reveal his hard-on and moved the crotch of my panties to the side; I pulled away from our kiss and slid down on his dick. For the first time, I rode him. I bounced on his cock as I watched his face contort in pleasure.

Before, Kyle would be the one on top of me, but after not seeing him for so long, I wanted him to relax and let me do all the work. I wanted to show him how much I missed him. This was more of a surprise to him as I preferred the sight of him towering over me, but I liked the view of him crumbling under my touch just as much. He felt the same as he watched me bounce on top of him. Just because some of his body parts were different didn't mean the feeling was, but then again, this was one part they didn't change.

"Fuck, babe," Kyle mumbled, "Just like that."

He grabbed onto my hips as I moved quicker.

"Oh, god, Y/n," he smiled, "You're amazing at this, you know that?"

His words only made me want him more as I began to fuck him harder. His breathing hitched as he sat up on his elbows to watch me at a better view.

"Hell yeah," Kyle instructed, "Keep going. Don't stop."

He bit his lip as he stared into my eyes.

"You look so fucking hot right now," he exclaimed, "I'm going to cum."

"Do it, Kyle. I want you to cum in me," I urged.

His cock twitched inside of me.

"Fuck," he swore, "Say it louder."

"I want you to come in me, Kyle," I yelled.

Almost on command, Kyle exploded. The warm feeling of his cum being smeared inside me boosted my arrival as I came shortly afterward and collapsed onto his chest.

"I know I'm not dead anymore, but that brought me back to life."