Peter Hale Imagines

Sugar Daddy

The entire pack span around as you swaggered into the penthouse, ignoring the gawking stares as you wondered on up to the metal steps, heading up to look for Peter.

"He's not here." Derek grunted and you flipped him off and winked making the lanky teen with the turned up nose take in a deep breath and fidget.

"I don't care, I'll wait." You vanished up the stairs and flopped onto Peter's bed.

"Who... what... perky... so hot." Stiles gasped as he gawked after you.

"She's (Y/N) and I wouldn't tell Peter you saw her." Derek warned.

"Why not?" Lydia asked curiously, jumping when Peter was suddenly behind Stiles.

"Because if you corrupt (Y/N) I will rip your throat out." Peter snapped making Stiles shriek and scramble to stand behind Derek.

"You think we'd be the ones to corrupt her?" Scott scoffed.

Peter glared at Scott before heading up stairs to find you. Peter chuckled when he found you popping open the half bottles of whiskey that were dotted around, TV playing softly in the background, as you searched for the best whisky which he'd hidden.

"You've caused a disturbance." Peter chuckled and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"When has that ever bothered you and maybe I like playing with the little one?" When you smirked he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you against his chest.

"Firstly Derek is overly fond of Stiles so no meddling, I have a gift for you." Peter smiled and held out the boxes he'd hidden behind his back.

"But you got me a present yesterday." You hummed happily and let him drop the boxes into your arms.

"Tonight I have to make up to you for cancelling." Peter watched as you pouted a little and stopped unwrapping his gifts.

"But you cancelled last night to." You pout turned to a smile when he brushed a hand through your hair.

"Which is why I've arranged for you to be spoiled rotten." Peter informed you as he presented you with a wrist band to get you into the town's most exclusive club.