Peter Hale-Imagines (Request open)

The elevator

Request:" Could you a one-shot w/ peter where he and the reader r together and they go to derek's loft 4 a pack meeting and the reader talks alot w/ derek which makes peter jealous so when they're in the elevator, peter stops the elevator and takes the reader right there."

Warnings: NSFW (again, I don't know if it's exactly smut.), I feel this story it's awful, I suck at writing this kind of stories :(. Possissive!Peter (maybe too much)

Stupid pack meeting. We could be home right now, not hanging out with boring teenagers. I hate this activity. I only came because Y/N wanted.

"Try to put your happy face on, Peter. It will end sooner than you expect." She said and nudged my shoulder

"I don't know why you like to do these things." I said and wrapped an arm around her.

"Because they are my friends." She said and opened the loft's door.

"Hi!" She greeted them happily.

"Why did you bring him here?" Stiles asked making me growl.

I felt Y/N's warm touch on my arm and I slowly regained my control. "Because he is my boyfriend and part of the pack." She explained.

"I am going to stay there and not interfere in your interesting pack discussions." I said and sat on the stairs.

I watched Y/N from afar. She was so beautiful. I was lost, observing her until I saw Derek sitting next to her on the couch. I frowned when I saw how close he was to her. I don't know if the fact that I am a werewolf is a blessing or a curse. I could hear everything they were talking. I wanted not to listen but when I saw how wide Y/N's smile was, I became jealous. I should be the only one who could make her smile. Nobody deserves that bright smile. I felt anger when I saw him, fixing the jacket that fell down her shoulder.

"I really don't understand why you chose my uncle." I heard Derek saying.

"You really shouldn't question my taste in men, Derek. Yours is no better in women." They laughed.

"Anyway... Be careful with him. He always has a plan." Derek told her.

"Well, I hope he has dinner in plan when we go home because I am hungry." She joked.

They talked the whole evening, and not just pack stuff. I knew she loves me, but when I saw her with him I realised how easily I could lose her. I couldn't watch that anymore so I called her name. She turned and smiled at me, while I gestured for her to come near me.

"What?" She plopped down.

I put an arm around her shoulder and brought her closer and nuzzled her neck. She ran her fingers through my hair while I murmured into her delicate skin. "I'm tired. Let's go home."

"Fine. If you want I could drive and you take a nap in the car. I promise to wake up when we arrive" She whispered.

"I can think of some perfect ways to wake me up but I think you are , no, you will be tired too." I smirked at here confused look.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You will understand." I said and pulled her up.

"We are leaving." I said with no further explanation.

As soon as we left the loft I stopped her and moved her so we were standing face to face. "Is there something between you and Derek?" I asked, holding her by her arms.

"What?" She asked, eyes wide open.

"You know what. I could feel the excitement on both of you. Those light touches, stolen glances. Do you really thing I didn't notice?" I said.

She pushed me hard so I had to let her go. "You are insane. " she spatted and headed towards the elevator.

I know I am a little exaggerated but I love her and I will show her.

Y/N's POV.

"Ladys first." Peter said as the lift's door opened.

I rolled my eyes and got in. I leaned against the mirror wall on the back while Peter stood in front of the doors. "Are you going to close the doors please?" I snarled.

"If that's your wish, of course." He said and pressed the button.

When we were like half the way down on the way to the first floor, Peter hit a button and the lift shutered, jerking our bodies around.

"What's wrong with..." I yelled but then his hands were on my cheeks and his lips were pressed on mine.

I was mad and I wanted to push him away but I couldn't. I was too lost in what was happening. In the same time, I wanted him. He moved one hand on my ass and the other, on my throat. I could breath easily but the grip was tight enough to prove his dominance. I wasn't scared. I loved the possessive Peter. My hand find it's way on top of the one he had on my throat.

"He can't have you. You are mine. Only mine." He said and left my neck only to use his claws for ripping my shirt off. Maybe it was the desire or the excitement I was feeling, but I wanted to provoke him.

"Then prove it. Prove to me that you're the alpha. Make me yours. Own me" I breathed against his lips. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. He started kissing and nibbling my neck, leaving dark marks.

He slowly moved down my body, leaving purple hickeys here and there on my stomach, until he was on his knees. He kissed the skin upside my jeans, while he dugged his nails on my waist.

"After I am done with you, everyone will know that you are mine." he husked.

I felt shivers running down my spine when I heard his voice. I was writhing, but he pushed my waist harder into the wall, to keep me still. Then, he agressively took off my jeans. I tugged on his hair and pulled him back up in a kiss. We were a mess of tongues and teeths, desperate to feel and to taste each other. He pinned my hands next to my head and interwined our fingers. He bit my bottom lip, making me moan. Suddenly, Peter twisted me so my back was pressed against his abdomen.

"Open your eyes, Y/N" he whispered.

I did as he said and saw that we were facing the lift's mirror. He had an arm wrapped possessively around my waist and with the other, he was playing with a strand of my hair.

"Aren't we perfect together? Admit that you like when I'm rough and possessive." He asked, smirking.

"How did you find out?" I raise a brow.

"Do you thing I don't observe you? What turns you on? What I have to do to sweep you off of your feet? " He said.

"I know it might not be the right moment, but I love you." I said.

His look softened and the other hand went from the hair to my stomach and hugged me really tight. "Me too. Let me show you how much." He said and placed a gentle kiss on my neck.

I sighed and throw my head back on his shoulder. Then he spinned me again to be face to face. I noticed that he still had the shirt on so I have lifted it up and threw it next to my own, or exactly, to the pieces that were left from my shirt.

"Nobody can make me feel like you do." I said, before I kissed his chest earning a groan from him. He caught the back of my thights raising me up and pressing me onto the mirror. I reached down for his jeans' buttons when I realized something.

"Aren't they going to hear us? And what if someone wants to use the lift?" I asked breathlessly.

"That's the idea, sweetheart. I want them to hear each one of your moans, groans and begs. I want them to know how good I make you feel. And if someone wants to use it , too bad. They can take the stairs because we are kind of busy right now." He laughed.

"Peter..." I chuckled, knowing that if his plan worked, and it usually did, my friends will know about our little affair in the lift. And probably they would never take this elevator again for the rest of their lives.