Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Quickie 18+- Quicksilver

Everything happened so fast; one moment, I was about to cross the street, and in under a minute, I was in Peter's room. I was surprised I hadn't gotten whiplash from how quickly it all happened. Peter paced back and forth, leaving me confused. I was on my way to my campus before he swooped me. When he and I started to date, that did not mean he could steal me at any given moment- and he had just been applauded for fighting off his kleptomaniac urges. I understand the refrain of stealing Twinkies was difficult, but people should not be your next best bet...the bail was way higher for that.

"Peter, why...," I started.

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry," he interrupted.

I was perplexed, so I sat on his bed; there was nothing more I could do. He had confused me so much in such little time. Peter continued to walk back and forth repeatedly.

"I don't know how to explain this, Y/n. I've never had to, but I'm stressed," he said.

Everything he was saying was vague. I was stressed too; my professor was already a creepy old man who continuously threatened my grades because I wouldn't give him some 'extra credit,' that man would try and fail me for anything. I tried to be as early as possible. He would taunt me for the rest of this college semester if I showed up late. But saving the world from supervillains is more stressful, so I choose to hear him out.

"You need to be more transparent, babe. I'm not Mr. Xavier. I have no clue what you're thinking," I joked.

Peter chuckled at my remark and sat next to me. I placed my hand on his knee to try to calm him down, but it seemed to make him more anxious as his eyes widened.

"Babe, are you alright? You look like you're fighting demons," I spoke.

"Oh, it feels like it," He responded.

Peter stood up and removed my hand from his leg.

"Y/n, I need your help with something serious," he confessed.

"Oh God, did you kidnap someone besides me," I questioned.

"What, no? And I didn't kidnap you, did I," he asked.

"Yes. I was minding my business, and- boom. I was snatched from the freedom of the world. Peter, what's eating at you," I demanded.

"I've missed you- like a lot," he acknowledged.

Peter was so sweet; he kidnapped me because he missed me. If I didn't love and trust him, I'd call the cops. I hoped he'd never tell this story to our future kids one day, or else they'd think they were products of Stockholm Syndrome. I still thought it was adorable. Peter acted as if he was the hottest pan on the ire, but in reality, that knob had not been turned on. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I've missed you too, Pietro," I expressed.

His eyes lit up at his birth name exiting my mouth. At that moment, Peter couldn't hold it in anymore and boldly asked what had been on his mind.

"Can I fuck you right now," he exclaimed.

The roles reversed, and now I was the one who could get my words together fully. Peter had left me speechless again.

"I've been thinking about it for a while, but I just really want to fuck the shit out of you. I even brought condoms last week- and we can make it quick. I know you have class soon," he admitted.

I didn't know where this boldness had come from, but I didn't hate it. I couldn't lie- I had been thinking about it as well. Peter and I had been friends for years before we decided to make things official, so I couldn't lie and say I hadn't wanted it before we got into a relationship. I looked at the clock on his wall.

"We've got 10 minutes. Go," I exclaimed.

Peter and I immediately removed our clothes and tossed them. He was already hard, which saved us time, and goodness was he gifted. I watched the clock as he put on the condom, and only a minute had passed. Record timing. He pulled me toward his bed and flipped me onto my hands on my knees. That was an odd position for the first time. Usually, the person would want to see the other partaker's face- so they can truly embrace the moment.

"Are you sure you want me in the position," I questioned.

"I'm an ass man, baby," He chuckled.

I jerked as he harshly smacked my ass and stuffed his dick inside of me. I had no complaints as I arched my back; Peter gripped my hips as he pounded into me. Now I understood why he talked so much shit. My ass bounced uncontrollably and put him in a daze as he thrust faster inside of me. His groans filled my ears like symphonies, along with the clapping sounds of our skin slapping together; I could sit and listen to them all day, but college existed. My elbows couldn't hold me up anymore as I couldn't keep my balance. When he said he was stressed, he meant it as Peter aggressively drilled him into my pussy. You would've thought I tried to destroy the universe with the way he took his frustrations out on me. I don't care how powerful a villain was- if he broke a leg in a battle after this, he had no excuses. His sweat trickled off his body onto mine. I couldn't see his face, but I knew his look was determined. This was a mission to him- and it felt like he would succeed.

"Oh my fucking God, Peter," I cried.

I had to bite down into his pillow to contain my screams because I had no idea if his mom or sister was home. My mind was fogged, so much so that I almost forgot to check the time. I looked up at the clock, but my body jerked so much I couldn't even think straight, let alone read.

"Oh my-fuck, Peter, how many more minutes," I whined.

"Shit- we've got six more minutes. Are you sure you can't skip one class," he pleaded.

"I will not tarnish my record- not this semester, Pietro," I moaned.

"Oh, fuck, Y/n," he groaned.

Whatever switch I flipped in him worked because Peter was more eager and determined. He spread my legs and brought me onto his lap, and his strokes turned into vibrations. For a moment, I thought he had brought out a toy to finish the job, but then I remembered that Quicksilver was the toy. My eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned uncontrollably, and at one moment, I thought I died, revived, and passed again. I clutched the sheets in my fists and bit down on them as I received the gift that I was given, named Pietro. Everything went by so fast that I hadn't noticed the knot in my stomach and released, squirting everywhere while I whined and stunned Peter. He came into his condom and looked at the clock.

"Look at that! We've got three minutes to spare. If you get dressed now, we can make it to your class pronto," he breathed.

Peter removed himself and got dressed in seconds. I, however, could barely move. I could barely feel my legs when I stood up from the bed and started to stumble. Peter noticed and caught me as soon as I fell.

"I'm not making it to class today," I sighed.

"I guess not...so do you have time for class tomorrow because we have all the time in the world now," he said.