Evan Peters Smut/Oneshots

Under The Table

You and Evan had been dating for a while now, so you guys decided it was time to meet the parents. Frankly, you were scared shitless. You had no idea what to wear or how to act. Your mom and you had always been close and you didn't have to act mature in front of her. Even though you were 20 you were never to old to take shots with her. Your dad wasn't exactly in the picture. How fun your family tree would be to explain to Evans parents. Pacing across yours and Evans room, you thought about what you would say. "You need to relax, they are going to love you." Evan tried to assure you, sitting on the bed across from where you were pacing. "What if they ask about my dad? Or about where I work? Or if I have any siblings? Do I just drop the 'Oh yeah my dads in jail for knowingly distributing drugs and my sister's a crack whore, but I get high with my mom every once in a while so there's that'?" You said, making your voice deeper on purpose, not as relaxed as Evan hoped you would be. He let out a light chuckle and looked down at his lap. "It's not funny Evan. I seriously have no idea what I'm gonna say." You remark and stop pacing, looking into your closet. "I don't have any clean underwear because someone had to go and break the washing machine I have no idea what to wear and the only dresses I own are the short slutty ones" You talked faster than your mouth thought it could before Evan cut you off. "I like your short slutty dresses." He smirks, looking up at you. "I appreciate that you like them, but I don't think your parents will." You smile and look  back at him. He reaches his arm out and you take it, standing between his thighs. "You are stressing for nothing. They are going to love you." He assures you, leaning his head against your stomach. Your fingers play with his hair and you sigh. "That still doesn't fix my clothing problem." You say, breaking the scilence that you wanted to stay in forever. He had that effect on people, making them so comfortable that they wanted to be in that one moment for a lifetime. "Personally, I don't think you need underwear," You can tell a smirk is plaster across his face and you lightly laugh. Nodding your head, you step away from him and walk back towards the closet. Searching through your cloths, you find a short emerald green dress. It was long sleeved but the shoulders were cut so it looked like it was separate. The chest of the dress was low cut, meaning it would probably reveal more cleavage then you wanted it to. It's would probably only cover about three and a half inches of your thighs, but it was still the nicest thing you had at the moment.

After a couple minutes, Evan had gone downstairs to get the car started and everything else ready as you slipped out of your clothes and into the dress. Looking at the mirror, your realized just how much cleavage the dress showed, not to mention the length. You sighed, throwing your hands to your sides before trying to pull it down more. The more the dress went down, the more your boobs hung out. "You have got to be kidding me." You mumbled and walked to the bathroom. You took a hairbrush and brushed through your hair, putting it half up and half down. You didn't want to much makeup. You figured it would leave an even worse first impression so you applied light mascara. Evan walked in. You turned around, hoping for his approval. He looked at you for a moment, staring at your tits and ass a little longer then the rest of you. You raised your eyebrows and shrugged. "So? Is it that bad?" You turned back around and pulled your hair down, trying to make yourself look better. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. "You look perfect,  okay? So perfect that I want to cancel the dinner and make you-" "We.." You cut him off as his kissed your neck. "Are not cancelling dinner. We have to be there, they have already paid for four." He sighed and let out a whine. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Turning to face him, you kissed him and walked out of the restroom, heading down the stairs. You grabbed your wallet and phone from the kitchen counter, slipping on some black and short heels when you made it to the door. "Evan! I'm driving!" You yelled to him and he came down the stairs, grabbing his own wallet and phone. Seeing him now, you didn't realize how hot he was in a suit. Of course you had seen him in a suit before, but he looked less in order the last time. He looked rushed. His tie was crooked and his hair was messy, but in a good way. Not a bad way. You smiled and left the door open, letting your cat inside before heading to the car. Evan was close behind you. As you two both settled into the car, he looked over at you and placed his hand on your thigh before you started the car. Despite you guys having been so close, and dating for so long, you still got goosebumps everytime he touched you. You still got butterflies when he looked at you a certain way. You loved that. As you started the car and began driving, he turned on the stereo and drew stars on your thigh with his finger.