You knew he was a complete psychopath and always up to no good, but you found absolutely no harm in fantasizing about him. I mean as long as they remained fantasies...
You were lying on your bed in your underwear. You reached beneath your pillow and grabbed your ''diary''. It wasn't really a diary. Sometimes you wrote in it when you were mad, or copied stuff you saw and liked, or sketched random people. You flipped the pages until you found the most realistic detailed sketch you had in there.
Peter Hale. It surprised you how it looked exactly like him , even though you had made it from memory. Without looking at him while drawing it. You knew every part of his face by heart. It had somehow managed to imprint itself in your memory.
You gasped at the sight of him. If only he could be here.
You lowered your hand and reached your panties, slowly rubbing yourself above the fabric.
You let out a slight moan at the contact, and pushed the fabric aside, while with your other hand you caressed your chest. You shut your eyes getting into the moment, when the door suddenly opened. You dropped the drawing, and covered yourself in the bed sheets.
''Fuck'' you whispered once you saw the person that had entered. Peter had the world's biggest smirk on his lips as he approached the bed. He took a good look at the drawing and then at you.
''I could audio enhance it you know...'' he said and you blushed.
''it's not what it looks like !'' you defended yourself.
Peter took a seat across your bed and opened his legs, placing his elbows on his thighs and supporting his head on his hands.
''don't stop on my account.'' He said smirking and you furrowed your brows.
''what ?'' you asked shocked.
''I'm offering you the real deal. You can look at me.'' he said proudly which made you blush even harder.
''I am not doing thi..i.. I can't do it if you're watching.'' You protested. But Peter really wanted to see you. He wanted to see you moan because of him., touching yourself while thinking of him. And the thought of not seeing it, pissed him of.
''Didn't anyone ever tell you to finish what you bloody started ?'' he said sounding a tiny bit mad, which only made you re-consider it.
He looked at your legs and motioned for you to spread them, to which you obeyed. He got up , pulling the cover sheets away revealing your body as you whimpered in surprise.
''from where you left of.'' He said nodding and returning to his seat. You heisted for a moment but then his eyes changed as he said ''now !''
You did as told, slowly feeling yourself again. There was something about having him there. Being able to look at him. You started getting into it, rubbing harder and faster. You wanted him to see. See what he does to you, the very thought of him. You watched as his muscles tensed and as his lips curved into a smirk as you picked up the pace. Then you felt the need to shut your eyes.
''don't you dare.'' He said strictly and you forced them open looking at him. You kept on pleasuring yourself and you could see it in his eyes that he enjoyed it. The picture of a girl going through this all, just because of him.
Soon you arched your back and you swear you heard him groan at the sight.
Seconds later you came undone in front of him. He waited for you to ride off your orgasm and he smiled.
''thank you'' he said getting up and exiting the room..
