Evan Peters Smut/Oneshots

Ex's Brother

You and your boyfriend, Andrew Peters had just broken up. You two had been dating for a couple months, which is honestly one of your longer relationships. You had commitment issues, so when Andrew had gotten down on one knee at his favorite restaurant while what he had thought was your guy's song,  you freaked. He had hidden the ring in your dessert, so when you found it he called a waiter for help. You looked up at the waiter and as you looked down you saw him getting ready to propose. That's when you knew you fucked up. 

After his family found out that you had said no, they all practically hated you. Except for his crazy aunt and his hotshot brother. He was an actor, mostly known for playing a collage of different roles in the TV series American Horror Story. He seemed really sweet, caring, funny, and hot. God he was so hot. You were definitely happy with Andrew of course, hell, he thought his life purpose was to please and help you; he was clingy, but Evan had just always been there. Every fight you and Andrew had, every time something had happened while Andrew was away, which Andrew was often gone because of business trips, Evan was always there with a shoulder and his dark and bantering humor to lean on.

As you walk up the stairs of the porch to Andrews house, you contemplate whether or whether not you really needed the toothbrush, hairbrush, and couple of items of clothing you had left there. To be honest you knew you needed them. There was no point of wasting money on something you already have, you thought to yourself as you rang the doorbell. After a moment or two of silence, the door opens and you let out a sigh. You had been hoping that nobody was home, which would mean you would get to put off going to see Andrew longer. You had texted him you were coming today, so you figured he would do something like leave just for the fun of it, and you were honestly wishing he would have. As you look up from your feet to the open door, you let out another sigh, this one of relief instead of guilt. Evan had been the one to open the door.  "Hey shortie." He remarked with a smirk plastered on his face. 'Shortie' had been the ironic nickname he gave you. Ironic because you were only about two or three inches shorter that him. "I could say the same." You slyly respond. He opens his arms and you hug him, the smell of cologne seeping into your nose. A heavenly smell really. "You smell good." You say as you step out of the embrace. "Is that a compliment?" He asks with a slightly concerned tone as he leads you inside. "Tis' the highest complement a person can give."  You answer sarcastically and turn to look at him. "So, why are you here?" You ask bluntly. "Nice to see you too Y/n." He remarks and walks over to the couch. "Not like that crybaby, I mean I expected Andrew to be here." You  said as he sat on the couch and you went to the kitchen. You bent down and opened the fridge, reaching for the premade coffee. "Don't be coy, you are relieved that I'm the one who answered the door and not him." He remarked playfully. "Don't be cocky, but yes, I'm sort of relieved." You answer him as you reach into the cupboard and grab a glass. "Andrew knew you would be grabbing you stuff so he left and asked me to wait for you. He didn't want to see you." Guilt settled in your chest as you set the glass on the counter and pour the coffee into it. You put the coffee back into the fridge and take a drink. "No suger? creamer?" He asks and gets up from the couch, slowly making his way to the kitchen. "No sir." You answer and take another sip of your coffee as you tap your nails on the counter. "Black like your soul?" He gives a light laugh with his remark and rest his hands on the counter. "Haha very funny." You say sarcastically. You two stare at each other for a moment as the same question you have been wishing you knew the answer to flew around your mind.  "Are you mad at me?" You asked, knowing that you didn't have to censor your questions around him. Knowing you could trust him. "A little. You broke my brother's heart. How could I not be?" He answers you with hesitation lingering his voice. "Yeah, that makes sense. It's just, he knew I didn't want to move fast, and he asked me after 4 months. Isn't that fast?". You say quickly, as if you were being rushed to finish your sentence. "Yes but, you know Andrew. He likes to move fast. His last wife married when he asked 2 months after they began dating." He answered. "Yeah and how did that turn out?" You both laughed lightly. "Listen, 4 months in his mind is long. He is just like that." He reassured you and smiled. "Thanks." You look at him and return the smile. You were going to miss talking to him like this. You two had always had a sort of connection when it came to having long conversations."I'm gonna miss talking to you." Evan stated bluntly. You nodded in agreement and he let out a sigh. To be completely honest, you had forgotten about what you came here for. Evan walked around the counter to be on the same side of it as you. "So-" You began, trying to say that you needed to grab some of your stuff, but before you could say anymore, Evans lips crash onto yours. A mix between shock and pleasure flood your body. He backs out of the kiss after a second or two and looks at you, hoping for approval."Evan, we-" You began. "Don't think of all the reasons we can't. Please." He pleaded convincingly. "Please." He said, practically begging.