Teen Wolf Imagines (Requests Closed)

Jealousy - Peter Hale

A/N: remus_baby_vampire

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You and Peter had just returned to your apartment after your date. While you went to the bedroom to slip your shoes off, Peter was busy studying the flowers on your table. You loved flowers, he knew that and took advantage often enough. Still, if it had been too long, you had been known to pick up a bouquet for yourself. Something about these particular flowers told him you hadn't purchased them however.

His attention turned to you when you stepped back into the room and smiled at him. "Drink?" you asked.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Pretty flowers," he said and gestured vaguely in the direction of the vase.

Your smile widened at the reminder of the blooms and a pang of unease shot through him. "Stiles gave them to me. Said he noticed I didn't have any yesterday when they stopped by. Isn't that sweet?"

Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Everyone knew Stilinski had a crush on you. It was painfully obvious. But you continued to insist that was impossible, that you were too old for the teenager. "You can't keep doing this. You need to be blunt with that boy and tell him you're not interested."

You scoffed and pushed past him to fiddle with the flowers in question. "Don't be stupid, Peter. We're just friends."

He was angry. Irritated. You refused to see how desirable you were. Refused to admit that someone would see you that way. Hell, the two of you had been out on at least a dozen dates and you still refused to believe that he wanted anything serious with you. It was like you were waiting for something, but he had no idea what it could be. "Friends don't do this kind of shit." He gestured angrily toward the flowers. "Stiles has a serious crush on you."

You waved a hand through the air in dismissal. "I don't know why you keep insisting on that. He's got much better options. Teenage options. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."

He huffed in frustration. "I'm not jealous. It's just that...you're mine."

You arched a brow and crossed your arms over your chest. "I don't recall that being decided. Was I there for this discussion?"

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Peter growled, the sound vibrating through his chest as his hands grabbed your arms and pulled you to him. His mouth crashed into yours. The kiss was hungry, needy and you couldn't help but moan into it. Your arms slid around his waist and you hooked your thumbs in the belt loops at the back of his pants. He fed at your mouth like a starving man and you let him take his fill.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were panting and his fingers were buried in your hair. His lips travelled from your mouth to trace the line of your jaw and down your throat.

He nipped at the tender skin on your neck, undoubtedly marking you. He was well aware of it too if his chuckle was anything to go by. "So, what do you say, sweetheart? Have you decided to be mine?"

You smiled up at him. "I decided that on the first date, idiot. I was just waiting for you to ask. You're very demanding."

"Well, consider this me asking." His lips claimed yours again and his hands found your thighs to lift. Taking the hint, you jumped and let him guide your legs around his waist. He shifted his hands to hold you up. His already firm length grew harder as your center pressed against him. He hissed in a breath.

You rocked against him slowly, driving him crazy. "I guess since you asked so nicely, I'll tell Stiles my boyfriend wants him to quit buying me flowers."

"Good girl," Peter said. He nipped your bottom lip and growled. "I'd say that deserves a reward."

"That sounds lovely," you agreed as you traced his collarbone with your tongue, causing him to hiss. Hurried steps carried the two of you to your bedroom. And as he lowered you onto your bed, you couldn't help but thank your impulse to buy those flowers on your way home from work today. After all, Peter was well on his way to proving a little jealousy could be a very good thing.