P h s y c o t i c || Evan Peters LS ✔️ [ON HOLD]

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E V A N

She has me going completely crazy.

Her moans sounded like bells ringing to signal a feast- she made me insane just being here.

I can't believe she was letting me kiss her, hold her, be close to her- it was a surprise, but it seems like she's filled with those lately.

"Evan,"

My attention snaps to her, my thoughts evaporating in an instant as my eyes look into hers, and my focus is on her.

"You're zoning out again," she giggles, making me smile, "what's on your mind?"

She tilts her head to the side, resembling a dog as she sits in front of me, awaiting an answer.

I grab her forearms and pull her up onto my lap, so she's straddling me. I look up at her slightly, and wrap my arms around her back and sides.

"You," I chirp, pressing a kiss to her lips before resting my head on her chest, hearing her heart rate increase.

Smirking, I move my hands down, to her bum and listening as her heart speeds up. I lean back to see that her eyes are closed and her mouth slightly agape.

I lift my right hand and cup her face, causing her eyes to open and stare at me.

I squeeze her butt- with results in her blushing- before continuing to move my hand along her leg.

I trail my fingertips across her thigh, raising goosebumps to her soft skin.

Her breath hitches as my fingers graze the inside of her thigh.

"E-Evan.." She whispers, placing her hand on mine so it stops moving.

Thus I've found my limit.

I hum and lift my hand, gripping both sides of her face before diving in for a kiss.

It's soft and gentle, something I lack greatly but she's filled with. She tugs on my lip and I growl, the kiss taking a drastic turn and becoming aggressive and rough- like me.

I hear her moan as I lean over and press her back to the mattress of my king sized bed.

Her hands trail up my chest, dipping and scratching at my abs before moving up to my neck and face, tracing my jawline.

Her fingers move to my hair, getting lost in it and pulling gently, while pulling me closer to her.

Groaning, I run my hands up her clothed legs and dip into her shirt, causing sparks to erupt where my fingertips graze the skin on her side.

"Evan," she gasps, and I move my lips to her jaw, leaving kisses down it and to her neck.

She moans when I hit a sweet spot, so I stop and suck on it, nibbling and then licking it afterwards.

My hand moves farther up, my middle finger barely brushing the wire of her lace bra.

"Evan," she repeats, "s-s-stop.."

I immediately retreat, no matter how much the intimate moment put myself into a dark and perverted frenzy, I'll always listen to her. Her wish is my command.

I catch my breath while hovering her, staring down as her blue eyes look widely up at me, almost frightenedly.

This thought brings an internal frown to me, and I sit up and stand, running my hands through my hair.