Evan Peters Smut/Oneshots

Shower

The alcohol burned as is went down your throat. It was your first drink of the night, at a party you didn't want to go to. You had to get out of the house, you and your boyfriend Evan were fighting over something as ridiculous as the amount of time you spend at work. You work 8 to 9 hours a day, and have a part time job on the side to be able to work the average amount of hours a week. Despite this, Evan works 12 to 20 hours a day, almost every day of the week. You knew he made more money than you and he had a tenancy to throw it in your face that you should be home more, since he is "the one making the majority of the money.". His words, not yours. The thing that irritated you the most was the fact that he didn't trust you. You had never done anything to break his trust, and what would you be doing besides work or errands when you weren't at the house?

A man with dark hair and eyes walked up to you, a drink in his hand and a smirk on his face. "Hey beautiful," You cringed at the name. It sounded forced when it came from him. You ignored him, drinking the remainder of the alcohol in your cup. "Wanna drink?" He pleaded for your attention despite you not wanting to give it to him. "Not from you." You remarked, your face giving away the fact that you were irritated. "Aw come on baby," He paused before continuing, "There's no need to play hard to get," He said, inching closer to you. You could smell the heavy alcohol on his breath, along with a twinge of sourness. It smelt like he was wearing pounds and pounds of cologne, and not good cologne. He leaned in more, his eyes closing and his lips slightly puckering. You let out a scoff and stood up, slipping out between him and the table. As you walked away you could hear him yelling. Things like "whore" and "bitch". Ignoring him once again, you made your way to the exit door and walked out. You grabbed your keys from you keychain and headed towards your car.

The drive home was short but if felt long. You were tired and still felt like you smelt of the disgusting man at the club. Shivers went down your spine at the thought of actually kissing him. Evan always smelt good. Like mint and a slightly sweet tone. You hated the effect he had on you, how much control he had over you. You were just tearing each others throats out about work so you left for 20 minutes at most and already missed him.  Mentally slapping yourself, you complemented whether or whether not to go home yet. Evan was probably wondering where you were and you didn't want him to worry. If you went home the two of you would probably fight anyways, but you desperately needed a shower to wash the man's gross smell off of you.

After a couple minutes you made it home, pulling into the driveway and taking the keys out of the ignition. You hooked the back on your keychain and opened your car door, stepping out before walking to the front door. You didn't see Evan, so you assumed he was upstairs. You set your wallet and keys down on the table in the dining room before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra. Walking up the stairs, you pulled you bra off your arms and out from under your shirt. You walked into yours and Evans room and grabbed an outfit for after your shower, not bothering to look for Evan. You didn't bother to change out of your pajamas when you had left after yours and Evans fight, so you were in a tight tang top and polkadot sweats. You looked ridiculous at the party, but you were going there in the idea that you would be drinking, so you wouldn't really care. As you picked out a new outfit and some under wear for after you got done showering, you heard the sprinkling of water coming from the bathroom. Walking over to the bathroom which was conjoined with your room, you opened the door and saw that the shower was already on alongside Evans worn clothes that he always left on the floor. You let out a huff and walked into the bathroom, pausing the music he was playing on his phone. "I told you yesterday that I needed to take a shower and you took one anyway! Now I still need one!" You yelled over the running water. This was true, you needed one yesterday but he got in and used all of the water. "Shit!" He sounded slightly startled.  You let out another scoff at his reply, shutting the door behind you and slipping off your pajama pants. You underwear went with before you reached to the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Whether he was going to get out or not, you were going to get in. You bent down, picking up yours and Evans clothes to put them in the laundry basket. You took all of your jewelry off and pressed play on the music. Walking over to the shower, you pulled the curtain open and stepped in, earning a surprised gasp from Evan. Your back was to him but you could hear it. "Hi," He said and you felt like you could see a small smile form on his face despite the fact you weren't looking at him. You ignored him, running your fingers through your wet hair for a moment before grabbing the shampoo. You squirted some into your hand and started to wash your hair, feeling Evans eyes on you. "Hi," He insisted again and your could feel both of his hands rest on either of your hips. You had the instinct to lean into his touch, but you caught yourself as you finished washing the shampoo from your hair. You knew ignoring him was going to be hard, but you were determined. You leaned down to grab your conditioner but Evans grip tightened causing you to straighten back up. "Hi," He said again. "Evan, I'm not doing this." You said, grabbing his wrists and pushing them off of you. You didn't hear him scoff or whine, which he usually did. "I'm sorry." He mumbled and put his hands back on your hips, pulling you around to face him. You almost slipped because of the water on the floor, but his hands steaded you. Seeing him made you want him to never let go of you. The water running down his toned body and, well everything else. "Sorry can't keep cutting it Evan." You mumble and his face falls. Did you really always give in that easy?
You shake your head at his reaction, going to turn back around but he grabs you, not letting you move. Slowly leaning down, he places a couple kisses on your forehead, then your temple. "Evan.." You said frustrated, leaning back from him. The water hit your head instead of your back as you did so. "We can't keep having sex everytime one of us screw up." A smile twinges at the corners of his mouth when he obviously tries to remember the amount of times the two of you have had sex in a way of apologizing to each other. You roll your eyes as he rakes his eyes over your body shamelessly. "Evan-" You go to say but he cuts you off. "Shut up" Your eyes momentarily widen at his words. "Just let me talk." He continues, trying to better his previous statement. You go to say something about it but he stops you by kissing you with a harsh intensity.