Scars (Evan Peters x reader)

Chapter Seven | Lips |

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We pressed our lips against each other and he held onto my waist. He pulled me closer and put his hand on my neck. He deepened the kiss and I got on top of him. He moved his hands to my waist and gripped onto it as I grinded against his cock. He threw his head back and moaned out my name. He thrusted his hips up as I kissed his neck. I gently sucked on his sweet spot.
"Sh-shit, Y/n, you're so fucking hot," Evan said before kissing my lips. He held onto my cheek to deepen the kiss. We stopped for a bit to remove our pants. I grabbed a condom and placed it on his cock.
"W-wait, Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?" he asked hesitantly.
"Of course I do," I replied, before kissing him again. I lowered down onto his cock and groaned in pain as he stretched me. Evan sat up and moaned into my neck. After a bit, I started to move faster. He gripped onto my waist while bucking his hips up to keep up with my movements. After a while I could feel my orgasm coming. I tightened on his cock which caused him to go faster.
"Fuck! Y/n, I'm gonna cum," he moaned out.
"M-me too," I said. We both came at the same time. I got off his waist and he took off the condom and threw it in the trash. He got in bed with me and we fell asleep together.
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I woke up to see Evan clinging to my waist. He was sleeping soundly next to me and it was about seven in the morning. I checked my messages to see if my brothers messaged me at all. But I saw a message from someone that I thought I wouldn't see again.
Louis Partridge
Hello, Y/n, I finally was able to leave the psych ward
Alex, Philip, and Tom are gone now
I was wondering if we could meet again today in the afternoon at a coffee shop to catch up?
I couldn't believe my eyes. Louis was transferred to a different psych ward after my first year in the psych ward. He was never able to message or write to me since the mental institution thought he was too insane. But it's weird to hear from him again because I haven't heard from him in a year. I want to meet up with him because I want to catch up with an old friend.
Y/n L/n
Hey, I would like to meet up for coffee but are you in LA currently?
I didn't have to wait long for his response.
Louis Partridge
Yeah, I am in LA
You can send me the address of a coffee shop, I don't mind
I'm a bit busy right now. I'll talk to you later.
Y/n L/n
Alright, sounds good. I'll send the address shortly
I quickly found the address of a nearby coffee shop and sent it to him. I looked at my email to see that my professor wanted me to attend one of his classes at nine. I quietly slipped out of Evan's tight clutch and went to the bathroom to get ready for class. Once I walked out of the bathroom, I saw that Evan was already awake.
"Hey, did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Yep, I slept pretty well. I was sleeping with you so it's bound to happen. But what about you? Did you sleep well as well?" he asked.
"Yeah, I did. I have to go to my college for a class because my professor recommended that I attend the class in person so I could understand the assignment better," I said, getting changed in front of him. "I probably won't be back until night," I said, packing my stuff into my bag to take notes.
"Okay, I guess I gotta go back home to finish studying for the high school test," he said. I kissed him goodbye and I left first since I had class pretty soon.
I was a bit early so I sat towards the back so I was able to see everything the professor had in his presentation. I took out my laptop, my pencil case, and my notebook.
"Y/n, I didn't think I'll meet you again like this." I looked to my right to see Louis with a brown bag.
"Louis? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Going to class, obviously. I've been taking classes for a year now," he explained.
"I didn't know you took the art major. I heard you talking about becoming a traveler so I thought you wanted to be a travel blogger," I said.
"Well, first of all, I don't have that kind of money. Second of all, I do have a passion for art, especially art for science and museums," he said. He sat next to me and took out his laptop. Soon the professor came and the college students as well. I stayed for the lecture which was about an hour long. After the lecture was over, I put my notes and laptop into my bag.
"Since we're in the same college apparently, we could go to the coffee shop together," suggested Louis.
"Sounds good to me," I replied. We walked to the coffee shop together and ordered some drinks and food. We sat at an empty table in the corner that was near a window.
"So, how was the new psych ward that you were transferred to?" I asked.
"It was...an experience. Philp was not happy because he took quite a liking to you. Alex was extremely sad and actually didn't talk to us at all and never took control of me. Tom felt a bit neutral about the move but he was mostly angry about it. They were all quite upset about it because we'd been staying at that psych ward for a long time and suddenly we were transferred. It was also so sudden because my caretaker told me a day prior when I was going to leave. I didn't have time to say all my goodbyes and I honestly wanted a long time to say goodbye to you. You were my first and only friend, ever. When I moved to the new psych ward, I was very unstable but I was able to work through it," he said.
"Wow, it sounds like you went through a lot, how is it? You know, being so quiet and no one can take control of you anymore," I asked.
"It's honestly weird. I don't ever have to hear Philp telling me about how I missed my chance with you, I don't have to hear Alex's sobs, and I don't have to hear about how I'm not good enough to be the main personality. It's good for my health that they're not here anymore but it gets...lonely sometimes. I haven't really been able to make friends since I've only been going to college lectures. But I met this girl that really wanted to be friends with me. She even invited me to dinner with her friends but none of them showed up so it was just the two of us. She wants to hang out at my apartment and do some Netflix and chill on Saturday so I guess that's nice. But what about you? How have you been?" he asked.
"I reunited with Evan. He finally woke up from his coma about a few months ago so that's nice. I was released from the psych ward a few months ago as well. I've been living in a condo that my brother owns. Evan and I just started dating as well, so basically, we left off where we started," I said. Louis' face froze when I said that I was dating Evan. I could tell that he was a bit hurt that I was taken.
"Oh, so just like that, you're dating Evan. The man that left your life and then came back suddenly," he said, looking off into the distance.
"He didn't choose to leave, he was in a coma, it's not like he has a decision over that," I defended Evan.
"Right, right. Sure thing," he said. I could tell that he was being salty that Evan was able to just date me. The atmosphere was filled with tension between us until the food and drinks were served.
"Are you gonna move anywhere once you're done with college?" I asked. He looked up from his plate of pasta.
"I'm not sure. I might move to New York but I might just stay and find a job that suits me," he replied. He took a bite of pasta and swallowed it. "What about you? Are you gonna move anywhere with Evan or just stay here?" he asked.
"I don't know yet, but I'm going to most likely just stay here," I responded, ignoring the fact that he hissed out Evan's name.
"Oh, you're probably just gonna go wherever Evan's gonna be huh?" he said. That was it, he was acting a like child and I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Okay, what is your problem? You've disappeared for a year too, you know that? Now you're acting salty because I got a boyfriend and I was willing to meet up with you because you're my friend. If you're gonna still act like this then I don't think we should be friends anymore," I said, getting up from my seat. I went over to the cashier and paid for our food and drinks.