Pining over him // Peter Hale
Pairing: Peter Hale x female reader
Warnings: nsfw , smut , slight daddy kink, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, tonnnn of dirty talk and just a lot of sexy sin (plotless kind of)
Characters: Peter, Derek, Stiles, Scott, implies pack, y/n
Summery: The young reader has been fantasising about the feeling of being with a real man for a while now, a real man being no other than the notorious Peter Hale. However, itâs hard to be taken seriously when Peter thinks you are no more than an annoying little teenage girl.
Word Count: lost count itâs a ton
Authors Note: This is my first time posting on tumblr, let alone posting a smut imagine soooo I donât know how this will turn out. Iâm just going with the flow of my hormonal teenage instincts ;)
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âY/n, did you even listen to a word that I just said?â
The deepness of the voice made you snap out of you staring at the entertaining spider that was crawling up the corner wall of Dereks loft, which caused you to jump suddenly on your squished position on the coach, trapped between two clowns, Scott and Stiles.
The quiet yelp you let out made Stiles stiffle a snort causing you to elbow him in the shoulder. The fucker deserved that. You let out a content sigh and an evil smile when you heard a sound of pain from your annoying brother from another mother. What can I say, the pain he feels makes me wither in complete pleasure. I snort at my chain of thoughts and look up to see a confused Derek Hale.
"Yeah sorry, I was just-", Trailing off mid sentence thinking of a viable reason for not listening to the former Alpha. Thinking it would be funny to tell them about the entertaining spider that just crawled under the crack of the wall on the other side of the spacious loft.
âThere was a spiderâ You answer timidly, grimacing at yourself for sounding so stupid in the room full of your pack. Derek looks at you quizzingly, you giving him the most innocent look you could muster, he sighs before letting a small smile come across his features from your utter randomness.
âI was just telling you how we need to keep you somewhere safe incase the Darach decides to pay you a visitâ Derek says quickly, you sigh in annoyance hating being treated like a defenceless little girl. You understood that you werenât anything supernatural or anything but you would think Derek would have a little faith in you since you were so handy with a frying pan from being in a near death experience with the twin Alphas not so long ago. You chuckle subconsciously at the memory.
A mutter of agreements are heard from around the loft from your oh so fellow pack members. Betrayed and defeated, you try voice your opinion on the matter.
âWhat? Noâ You probably looked like a kicked puppy. You definatly felt like one. You continued âIâm not some helpless human Derek. Stiles is more helpless than me!â You whine flicking Stiles in the head which he repeated the action harder on me causing me to poke him in the ribs.
âWhy has this suddenly turned into bash Stiles day? You know I have feelings tooâ Stiles offendingly says, his arms spazzing at his sides to try and prove his point.
âWhen am I ever nice to youâ you scoff jokingly earning a chuckle in agreement from him before he went back to listening to the arguement infront of him wishing he had a bowl of popcorn to go along with it.
Derek ignores Stiles and resumes telling me that itâs for my own good. Blah blah.
âWhere will I even go anyway? Itâs not like I have a line of people waiting to protect me from the looming and pending doom of death itselfâ You replied, words laced with exaggeration.
âIâll look after her, itâs not like I have anything better to doâ
The husky voice came from the corner of the room shadows dancing across the body of the person that is wanting to âlook after herâ. What am I, a dog? Y/n replied in her head afraid to reply that response out loud since the deep voice belonged to a man she have been shamefully harbouring a crush on for some time now. Peter fucking Hale.
Itâs not like she was afraid to converse with him, itâs just that she was terrified of making a fool of her self by stuttering out a few syllables before halting and staring at his piercing blue eyed that made her legs buckle submissively from the dominance they give off. She doesnât know how he does it, makes her feel like her skin is on fire whilst her heart pounds faster than humanly normal. Without even meaning to aswell. Itâs like he was a complete natural at turning her into jelly without even noticing. It riles her up to no extent.
Your eyes widen in shock and your heart beat began to rise much to your dismay, knowing that he probably knew the effects he had on you, since he had spectacular werewolf senses, made you want to crawl into a ball and wither away in embarrassment. But he never made any indication that he knew either from being completely oblivious or because he wanted to salvage that slither of pride you had left for yourself. You prayed the first. But you doubted it since Peter isnât exactly known for being the nicest human in the planet.
You knew you were probably over exaggerating and stressing about this whole situation way to much but you just couldnât comprehend what you would do if Peter found out the way you feel since he is abit older than you, being still only a junior in highschool yourself and him being a fully grown mature man that you wanted to pounce on all the damn time. Jesus I need to get laid, preferably by the man invading my dreams at night but desperate times cause desperate measures.
âLook after me? Iâm not a child, I donât need watching over, I have things to do like watching the last season of The Vampire Diaires even though Iâm shitting scared to because Stephen diesâ You ramble a butt load of word vomit wanting to shut up but your nerves were your worst enemy in situations like these.
âHey donât aim your anger on me Iâm just volenteering to keep the weak and innocent out of harms way, thatâs character development if you ask meâ Peter replies smugly as his gaze burns into the your own. You muster up a harsh glare at Mr Hottie before pivoting to face Derek who was evidently waying the little options he had.
âYour not seriously considering this right? You hate him, everyone hates himâ I bitterly state, relunctanly turning around to meet Mr Hotties patronising gaze. The evident smirk plastered on his handsome face tells me that heâs enjoying being the cause of this conflict. Mockingly sending a small wave as if proud of the past he has with the pack before him.
Everyone once again agrees with my statement causing Peter to let out an annoyed sigh before saying âI thought we all got over this anger that has been directed towards yours truely, It will give you wrinkles if you frown at me like that sweetheartâ, he humours the situation by sending a wink in my direction. Ugh.
âItâs not like we have a lot of options right now y/n, as much as I donât like it we need as many people focused on defeating the Darach. It will only be for a few days at the maximum. I promise. Please?â Derek had is puppy dog eyes displayed making it very hard for me to deny him, so I bit my tongue and agreed.
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Derek had dropped me off at Mr Hotties apartment with my bag laying heavy on my shoulders ready to stay for a few nights. This whole situation is bitter sweet if you ask me. Bitter because you didnât know if these few days will hold a wave of awkwardness between the two of you and a lack of communication since the both of you have never had a proper convosation other than yesterday when he offered to keep you hostage in his apartment. And sweet because youâd have eye candy for a while. I was not complaining. Itâs a win win situation.
You stroll around the apartment amused âIâm not going to lie I have always wondered if you lived in a secret lab or in an underground network of tunnels or something like that but this will do I guess â you snickered and joked. Peter lifted an eyebrow and smirked saying âIâm not a complete animal darlingâ. My stomache filled with butterflies at his statement and I cleared my throat looking around the apartment once again.
Peter leaned on the doorframe and cocked his hip against it whilst his arms were crossed. Damn. He gave me a once over eyes lingering on the exposed area where my mid thigh length skirt lay. âArenât you a little young to be wearing that?â I frowned and looked up at his defined features past his broard strong shoulders.
âIâm nearly 18 I can wear whatever the hell I wantâ I scoffed. Peter held his hands up in mock surrender before strolling into the kitchen with his back facing me. I could see the defining back muscles from the outline of his green v neck and the way his bisceps flexed when reaching into one of the cupboards for two mugs. His hands. Oh holy Jesus his hands. The muscular and veiny hands gripped onto the coffee mugs send a wave of arousal downstairs. My mouth turned into an o shape as I imagined all the things those hands could do to me. All the filthy things. A girl can only take so much! As my eyes began to travel down the werewolf in front of me I started to bite my lip at the way his jeans hugged his cheeks as they clung amazingly against his thick legs that held rippling muscle. I have got to ask him what his leg day routine is.
A hand started to wave across of my face as if trying to get my attention, I averted my eyes away from the goodies to see Peter staring at me with a wide smirk along his smug face.
âAre you okay there y/n? You look a little flustered. Something on your mind?â He walked towards me untill I could feel his lips skimming the top of my ear. I gulped in suprised as my eyes widened and started stuttering out an excuse.
âOh u-um I was justâ nothingâ I hung my head to look at my feet awkwardly as they began shifting from nerves.
âHmm okay let me show you where youâll be sleepingâ he his voice rasped against my ear which sent shivers around my body.
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He knew exactly what he was doing. I mean how couldnât he? It was like we were playing a game of cat and mouse. More like werewolf and human. I snorted out a chuckle at my pathetic joke as I lay down on the bed in the spare bedroom that Peter allowed me to use. Glancing down at my lack of clothing, an oversized t shirt that said âbugs life foreverâ and a pair of white lace panties I let out a heavy sigh clocking my head untill it reached the my phone saying it was 2:45am. My throat was dry from overthinking earlier with Peter, how he got so close to me, pressing his body against mine. Why would he even do that? He thinks Iâm an annoying teenager. A child.
Wanting to wet my parched throat I hopped towards the kitchen quietly, attempting not to wake Peter from his room and not bothering with putting on sweatpants as I didnât suspect anyone to see me in this state. I reached my arms out to the highest cupboard in the kitchen, straining my arm at the height of it and huffed when I couldnât reach it. A deep voice made me freeze in my position and slowly turn around.
âDid I say you could use my kitchen without my permission?â I gasped as I saw his shirtless form, rippling muscle clouded his chest with light scattered chest hair in the centre that led towards the waistband of his sweatpants. Atleast someone thought about wearing sweatpants.
Holy Jesus for I have sinned. âI didnât think you would have a problem with it since you offered to imprison me inside the walls of your apartmentâ I muttered angrily starting to once again reach for the glass that I am determined to get. Little did you know that Peters eyes wandered past the hemline of the oversized sweatshirt you were wearing that was hiked up from you stretching to reach the glass, this eyes lingered on the exposed skin of your thighs and the white lace panties that hugged the underline of your firm ass. Having these sudden dirty thoughts that clouded his mind from his previous dream feels wrong since you are much younger than him. But Jesus did it feel so right to him.
The feeling of someone pressed against you from behind startles you. You move to spin around when a deep voice interrupts you. âIâll get it for you, donât strain yourself darlingâ Peters voice seemed strained as if he was trying to keep himself together as you let out a choked sigh at how close proximity you both were to eachother. As he reached up to grab you a glass and handed it to you, your response make you regret the day you were born. Started from your hands brushing you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
âThankyou daddyâ Both his and your eyes widen at your statement.
Oh my god. Did I really just say that out loud? Judging by his expression, Iâm pretty sure I did. Shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? Someone please just kill me right now. A werewolf could come up to me right now and kill me and I would say thankyou.
This is why I shouldnât be allowed to mingle with others
As he was about to say something but you step back abruptly and close your eyes from shear embarrassment.
A husky voice made you jump on the spot, â say it againâ His eyes glazed over in pure hunger as he watched me like I was his prey and he was the predator.
âI-I donât know w-what your talking aboutâ my voice sqeaked in pure humiliation
âSay it againâ he repeats himself before stalking his way towards you and wrapping his hand round your throat as he squeezed lightly sending an electric feeling of pleasure towards your core. You whimpered at the contact and threw your head back at the sight of this heated haze that bore into yours and so he could reach more of your exposed throat.
âYes, you do. Say it again. I wonât ask a third time.â He growls and you can feel yourself begin to dampen at his forceful tone.
âThankyou daddyâ You coo.
Fuck.â He curses before lunging forward and taking your lips with his. You immediately open your mouth to his probing tongue and moan when it brushes over yours. Peter pulls away from your wet lips and traces his tongue down your throat as his lips begin to suck along the side of your neck surely leaving marks as he does it making you whine and shudder in pleasure. His impossibly enormous hands glide their way to my chest before capturing my breasts through my sweatshirt starting to kneed and pinch my nipples as he held intense eye contact with me.
âThese-â he stopped to grasp them harshly before tearing the fabric of my sweatshirt off making direct contact with them this time with his warm and inviting hands that made me choke a whimper as I was being dominated by the man that I have pined over for as long as I have known him. âAre mineâ he finished with a growl flashing his blue luminous eyes. His lips began to assault the hardened nipples, swirling his warm tongue round the bud then biting them teasingly.
âSay it, say that you are mine little girlâ he demanded as his hand reached down to cup my pussy through my white lace panties.
âOh god- oh god yes! Iâm yoursâ I managed to stutter as I became a moaning mess as his magic fingers circled around my clothed clit before he moved them aside and plunged two fingers inside my tight walls.
Barely forming a grammatically correct sentence from the immense feeling of pleasure that I was going through, I reached down bravely to palm his prominent bulge that twitched under my palm.
He growled as his hands ran down your back, grabbing your ass between his hands touching outline of your pussy through your thin lace panties. He pushes you back into the kitchen until you feel your back hit the kitchen table. Peter pulls back away from your lips and flips you around, bending you over the table.
Shocked from the turn of events you let out a yelp, âWhat are you doing?â you moan and cry out as his hands pull down your panties, kicking your legs open with his feet.
âGiving you what you want babyâ He husks as his hands pull down your shorts, kicking your legs open with his feet. You hear him unbuckle his belt before shoving his hand between your legs. âYour soakedâ he groans before shoving his cock deep inside your pink and wet pussy.
â Did you not think Iâd notice how you feel about me baby? Your arousal always in the air for me to smell all the damn time Iâm around you baby girl, you donât even realise how hard it was to resist the urge to fuck you everytime I saw youâ You purr in content at his sinful string of words.
âPeter pleaseâ you beg. He slaps your ass hard causing you to let out a loud moan. âThatâs not my nameâ he glares. Realising what you meant it took you no time before pleasing him again.
âDaddy! O-oh fuck yes!â
âThatâs a good girl, Iâm going to fucking ruin youâ he growls in your ear making you whimper. His dirty words only spurring how turned on you are.
âPlease donât stop what your doingâ your desperate gasps are all that he needed to fuck you untill your screaming his name.
He begins to ram his cock in and out of your pussy as you let out a stream of loud and sinful moans, pounding you into the table, making the table legs squeak against the hard floor. He reached round to grip your hair as the other slings around your throat holding you in place as he begins to whisper dirty words into your ear that makes you eager to feel your pussy pulsate around his hard and thick length.
âWho knew you were such a naughty girl y/n? Desperate to feel my cock inside you, I bet you like it when I fuck you donât you? Huh? Rough and hard?â You managed to humm before it turned into a stuttered moan as you felt yourself beginning to quiver and your legs to shake he continued to pound you with his cock.
Suddenly the feeling of a knot forming below your stomache makes you stutter out a moan â holy shit, yes, yes!â You scream as you come undone around him as he continues to pound you through your orgasm. A stream of grunts follow after yours as he came inside you, milking your walls with his hot cum.
âWow, that was unexpectedâ you grunt as you try and catch your breath, leaning against the kitchen table.
âYou started it, calling me daddy and allâ he teased whilst he send you a smirk.
âWell Iâll call you daddy as much as you want next timeâ you reach out to pull at his short hair leaning to give him a subtle kiss on his lips that lingered.
âDarling, next time I plan to fuck that warm little mouth with my cockâ he growls.
That can definitely be arranged
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