Tate Langdon / Evan Peters One Shots

Weak Part Two

Smut Warning

Tate's POV

"I love you so fucking much," I mumble onto her lips, desperate to make love to her.

"I love you so much more," she whispers onto my lips in return, before pressing them against mine with equal depth, equal passion.

"Tate," She mumbles against my mouth, the water from the shower head rolling down our faces only adding to the intimacy, "I want you."

My right hand begins to graze her arm, gliding down it until I reach her small hand. I wrap my fingers around it, bringing it to my mouth and pressing a sensual kiss to her palm.

"I want you too."

My left hand goes to squeeze her waist, causing her to let out a little gasp, which gives me access to her mouth; my tongue slipping into it as I swallow her moans, exploring every crevice of her mouth.

The hot water beats down onto our skin, adding to the sensations flooding our body as we run our hands over each other's exposed flesh, lips moving taut against one another in a dance of passion, lust and love.

I feel her hand wrap around my wrist, her eyes locking with mine as she moves her hand to guide me, showing me where she wants me to touch her.

I press my finger pads against the bundle of nerves between her legs, enjoying the sound of her breath hitching, and her little moans as I begin to rub circles on her clit ever so slowly.

"F-fuck," she breathes, reaching to grab onto the shower door as a means of stability.

I use my free hand to rest on her waist, guiding her backwards and pressing her against the wall of the shower, not stopping the movement of my fingers.

"Tate..." she whispers, leaning her head backwards as the water beats down onto my back.

I continue to move my fingers on her clit, my member pressed against her thigh as my arousal grows by the second.

I use my free hand to gather her wrists, pinning them against the wall of the shower above her head as I continue to pleasure her, reconnecting our lips as I line two of my fingers up with her entrance and slide them in.

"God, baby." I mumble against her lips, "I did this to you, huh?"

She nods gently, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she attempts to stifle her sighs.

"Words." I kiss my way down her neck, fingers sliding in and out of her at a steady pace, "I want to hear what I do to you."

"Jesus, Tate." She breathes, "I need you."

"How bad?" I whisper.

"So fucking bad." She leans forward and reconnects our lips, sliding her wrists out from my grasp and bringing one of her hands down to my dick, wrapping her delicate fingers around it.

My breath hitches in my throat as she begins to pump my length up and down, twisting her hand at the tip just how she knows I like it.

"Y/n..." I mutter, bringing both my hands to either side of her waist and squeezing as she does this.

"What's that?" She smirks up at me, slowing the movement of her hand which in turn causes me to whimper.

Neither of us are aware of the water in the shower anymore, or the array of bath products that have fallen onto the ground during our endeavor; we're far too lost in one another.

Before she can do anything else, I grab the wrist of her working hand, removing it from my dick.

She looks rather confused, adorably so as I lean backwards and turn off the shower.