Flustered 𑁍 Evan Peters

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Evan pulls up outside your apartment building, parking into the visitors spot that he did almost every day. Getting out of the car he greeted your elderly neighbour as she watered her front garden.

"Hi Mrs Campbell," he offered her a wave, as she looked up at him through the thick lenses of her glasses, still having to squint at him to see his face.

"Oh!" Her smile deepened the wrinkles wizening her face as she finally recognised him, "Evan, how are you!"

"Good Mrs Campbell, just visiting Y/N," he replied, crossing his arms behind his back, "how are you?"

"I think Y/N might already have a visitor, I saw some young chap go up to her place, I'm sorry Evan, I didn't think she was that kind of girl" she ignored the reciprocated question, her lips curving down into a frown.

"Oh no, that's fine! We're just friends, that'll be her boyfriend," Evan laughed, although on the inside he wasn't.

He wasn't the biggest fan of your boyfriend and it wasn't because he wasn't a nice guy, but because he'd had the biggest crush on you from the time he'd first laid eyes on you in elementary.

"Oh I see! Well say hello to her for me sweetheart," Mrs Campbell returned to watering her plants and Evan bid her farewell, before ascending the outdoor stairwell.

He took a deep breath in before knocking on your door, trying to look through the peephole for any sign of you coming to answer it. After a minute, he tried again, before looking down at his phone and realising you hadn't responded to his text telling you that he was coming over. Shuffling from one foot to the other, he decided that it was a good idea to just open the door himself and go inside.

He'd done it countless times before, why would this time be any different?

Evan lifted up the front door mat and retrieved your spare key, before sliding it into the lock and quietly opening the door. He walked wearily inside, noticing the lights were all out. Maybe you'd gone out?
He was about to turn to leave, when he heard a loud moan- "oh fuck, yes, just like that"-coming from your bedroom down the hall.

Evan froze, his heart hammering in his chest as he realised what he'd just walked in on. The right thing to do right now was leave and go home, but he couldn't help but feel flustered by the moan he'd just heard. As another pornographic moan of yours shot down the hallway, he felt a distinct tightness in his groin.

He couldn't help but imagine what you'd look and feel like right now, sweat sheening your forehead, your perky breasts bouncing with every thrust, your legs spread, the soft skin of your thighs, how wet and warm you were between your legs. Evan let out a small groan as your moans only got louder and the crotch of his jeans got unbearably tighter. It should be him in there pleasuring you, making you gasp for air, assaulting your soft, slightly salty skin with sweet, open-mouth kisses.

His erection started to become painful, and his mind raced as he thought of what he might do to take care of it. The only viable option was sitting in his car and jerking himself off to the recollection of your moans, and the erotic image he had painted behind his eyelids of your naked body.

Swiftly exiting the apartment, not without hearing another "holy shit, fuck" of yours, he put the key back under the mat, and raced back down the stairs to his car. Mrs Campbell was still outside, sitting on her front veranda, walking stick in hand.

"Leaving so soon?" She chirped, as Evan swallowed thickly. Hopefully she wouldn't keep him back long.

"Uh yeah- not a good time," he offered her a smile and when she nodded, he saw his opportunity to dart back to his car.