Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Sweet, but Psycho Pt. 6 18+

Tate couldn't keep his hands off me once we had entered the house. The moment that front door closed behind us, he grabbed my waist and pulled my body toward his. When his lips crashed onto mine, it felt so right. It was everything I'd fantasized about. Every ounce of passion and desire could be sensed from two houses down. I didn't have to ask him how he felt- his lips told me. I always knew Tate Langdon was my soulmate, but this moment confirmed that he knew it also.

His slim frame could be fined for false advertisement. He had more strength than it would have seemed. He lifted me in his arms and carried me to his room. He didn't even break our kiss while he did it.

After he locked his bedroom door, his lips were back on mine. There was no way to turn around once he slid his hand under my shirt. His touch made the hair on my neck stand like static. It was electrifying, and neither of us wanted to break our bond. My mind started to play tricks on me, but the moment felt endless. I hadn't even realized we had made it to his bed until he removed his lips from mine. The view of him as he stripped off his shirt was something that I never wanted to forget. His arms were sculpted but not too muscular; he had the face and body of Adonis. Everything about him was perfection.

The heat from my body could melt the Arctic. He removed my jeans and tossed my panties. I'd waited for this moment for longer than I could remember, so long that I'd never even kissed another man, let alone go this far with them. The only man I'd ever wished for, dreamed of, and wanted was him.

"You're a virgin, aren't you, Y/n," He smiled, "I can tell by how easily you get wet."

He grinned as he removed his pants. His cock sprang out immediately. I tried to pretend I wasn't nervous before, but now I couldn't hide it. I may have known everything about Tate, but I didn't know about every part; certain parts of him were more than expected.

"I'll be gentle with you," he flirted.

Those words gave me goosebumps.

Our eyes locked while he inserted himself inside, swearing and moaning as he did. I knew it would happen- it was destined to. Tate Langdon and I had bound ourselves for the rest of eternity. Tears rolled down my face. This moment was life-changing, especially since I hadn't cried since my fall. He had unlocked something in me. I could get stabbed; it wouldn't disturb or make me cry. It would make me angry, but I was always angry due to my TBI, and I'd often laugh, but that was because I think the world is a joke. Right now, I felt a way that I'd never felt before. Normal.

He moved slowly to ensure I was comfortable; the first time wasn't as scary as everyone made it seem, at least not with him. Everything was right. The beginning pain of him stretching me out for the first time was there, but that was overthrown by pleasure, and an intense feeling rushed over me- euphoria. A moan escaped my lips; Tate looked pleased with what he'd done. He hadn't looked away from me once. He refused to; the way I gripped around his dick left him infatuated. He could say I fit him like a glove, but that would be an understatement; I was designed for him. Every inch of my body and soul was created for him and his desires- like Adam and Eve, but we didn't need a serpent to make us eat the apple.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Y/n, " Tate moaned.

His strokes deepened inside; I swore I could feel him in my stomach as he filled me fully. I moaned out his name softly. I didn't want to be too loud. Addie was in her room sleeping, and she was already traumatized after the costume store. There was no need to give her nightmares. The only loud sounds in the room were of our skin against each other and the sound of him making me his. I won't be able to hear and enjoy Mac and Cheese after this.

He was amazing...It made me wonder if he'd done it before, and if so, who with? I'd never seen him bring a girl to the house, but I didn't know what he did in his free time when he ditched school. I needed answers, but I'd get them later. Right now, the only thing I cared about was the feeling of his dick as it moved inside me.