Teen Wolf (Preferences and Imagines)

Peter Imagines *Smut*

Don't me wrong, I mean the sex is great and everything." I sighed as I readjusted the phone against my ear, reaching towards the bowl of grapes on the counter in front of me.
"But...?" My best friend urged on the other line, annoyed by how hesitant I was being towards her questions about Peter and I's sex life.
"But I'm tired of faking my orgasms." I breathed out, happy to have finally admitted it to someone. "I can't even remember that last time I had one. He's so rough that it's more pain than pleasure."
"Why don't you just tell Peter?"
"Because it's not that simple. He would hate me if he found out our sex life was an entire lie... I don't want him to think he's bad in bed, because he's not." I leaned against the counter as I brought a strand of hair up to my eyes, twisting it
around my finger and watching the ends intently.
"Well he's clearly doing something wrong." She pointed out. "Look, I have to go." I could hear people mumbling on the other end, telling her to get of the phone. "But good luck with Peter!"
Before I could say anything back the line went dead, and I sighed as I thought over the situation. She was right- I couldn't pretend forever. But I also couldn't tell Peter, he would never understand.
As if on queue I heard keys jingle behind me seconds before they hit the table outside the kitchen, and I spun around quickly to find Peter standing in the doorway. "Hey." I breathed out, eyeing him carefully, unsure of how long he'd been standing there. I leaned my back against the counter, gripping the edge tightly as the silence grew thick.
"You fake your orgasms?" He spoke slowly, disappointment stuck to his every word.
"Peter-" before I could finish my sentence he disappeared out of the room, and I could hear him walking up the stairs before slamming our bedroom door shut.
I pulled away from the counter and ran after him, taking the stairs two steps at a time. When I finally pushed through the doors, I frowned in confusion as Peter was stripping the bed of its blankets and sheets.

"What are you doing?" I asked, crossing my hands over my chest as I stood off to the side.
Peter didn't say anything as he continued. When the bed was completely stripped, he walked into the bathroom and began opening and closing drawers.
I sighed heavily as I walked around the blankets that were now cascaded over the floor, and made my way to the bathroom. I leaned against the doorframe, watching as Peter's k were knit furiously together as he searched high and low for something he couldn't seem to find.
"Where's the baby-oil?" He slammed the last drawer shut, yelling his question out in frustration.
"In the drawer next to the bed, why?" I lifted my eyebrow up at him in confusion.
He pushed past me as he walked out of the bathroom, on a clear mission to find the baby-oil. He smirked as he opened the bedside drawer, pulling out the oil and sitting it gently on the bed. He slowly made his way over to me, resting his hands on my hips and pulling me tightly against him. He trailed his hands along the curve of my spine, placing his lips against my ear. "After tonight, I'll make you cum so hard you'll never fake an orgasm again."
My breath caught in my throat at his words, and I gulped hard as he pulled back slightly, undoing each button of my shirt carefully. After three were undone, he ran his finger from the bottom of my neck, along the valley of my chest, and finally straight down; making the rest of the buttons pop open as his finger ran across them. He rested his hands on my shoulders momentarily before sliding the shirt off, leaving me in my black-laced bra. One by one he slid each bra strap off, trailing his finger along my arm and igniting sparks against my skin. He leaned in to kiss me gently as he moved his hands to my back, unclasping the bra and allowing it to fall to our feet.
His lips were soft as they danced along my own. He trailed his tongue along my bottom lip teasingly before entering it in to my mouth, where he fought for dominance and won, as always.
He kissed me deeper as his hand trailed to the top of my jeans, undoing the zipper and button in one swift motion. He tugged on the jeans, and I wiggled slightly as they fell to the floor. I pulled away from him, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.
He moved even further back until he reached the bed, taking a seat on the end. "Take off your underwear." He motioned to the only part of me still covered.
I bit my lip between my teeth as I slid them down slowly, never taking my eyes off his until they pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them and moved to the side, crossing my arms over my chest as I stood completely naked and open. I shifted my feet uncomfortably as Peter looked me up and down from where he was sitting.
"Uncross your arms, babe." He groaned, annoyed that I was trying to cover myself. "And don't move or say a word." He began palming himself over his jeans, never taking his eyes away from me. The bulge in his pants was growing fast, and it wasn't long before he removed his clothes altogether. He stood in front of me, staring at my breasts as he gripped his cock in his right hand, pumping it slowly as he bit his lip lightly.
I could feel myself beginning to get wet at the sight of him getting himself off. I'd never seen him do it before, as he would always just fuck me when he was horny and once he was done that was it. There was never any foreplay or teasing. I leaned against the dresser behind me, moving my hand to my clit and began rubbing gentle circles against the bundle of nerves. I moaned lightly, closing my eyes at the sensations growing within me.
"Stop." Peter said angrily, walking up to me and yanking my hand away. "You don't get to touch yourself." He gripped my hand tighter as he pulled me over to the bed. "Lie down and close your eyes."
I obeyed his order, lying myself down on the empty bed, resting my head on the pillow as it was the only thing still there. I sighed deeply as I closed my eyes, trying not to worry about where Peter was going with this. I heard a bottle cap open and jolted slightly as I felt something drip onto my lower stomach, and then onto both of my breasts. I heard the click of the bottle closing, and could sense Peter hovering above me.
"Just relax, okay babe?" He placed his hands in the crevice between my shoulders and neck, squeezing gently to release the built up tension. "This is going to feel so good." His voice was strained as he spoke, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.