Peter Hale Imagines

Prompt

Peter grinned when he saw you following after Derek. It was a devilish grin. The look of a man who could sell you sand in the desert and knew it. You'd first met Peter when you and Derek were younger. He'd been throwing a secret party. Peter showed up and demanded that he got to join in, or he would tell Talia.

After drinking several, suspiciously pungent, Hale family brews. You were off your face. Peter was lightly buzzed however. Derek was slumped against a tree, trying to convince Cora to help him sneak back home. "I would love to have the sex with you." You'd slurred at Peter who caught you as you slid sideways. Talia had somehow found out about the party and broke it up. She'd called your mother to take you home and after a month Derek was allowed out, having been grounded. He informed you of what you'd said to Peter. To this day Peter never let you live it down.

"(Y/N), lovely to see you!" Peter cooed. Stiles narrowed his eyes and glanced at Scott who shrugged, as far as they knew, Derek didn't have friends. Which was why it was odd he'd suddenly decided to ask for your help. That and the malls that were plastered on Peter's face. "Why don't we go out for a drink, we can talk about having the sex." Peter smiled when you shot a glare at Derek. Stiles choked on the drink he'd taken a sip of and it sprayed in the air as he started coughing, Sctoo quickly patting his back.

"You said he wouldn't bring it up." You snapped at Derek.

"He promised he wouldn't!" Derek insisted.

"When has Peter ever kept a promise?" You asked Derek who spluttered as he failed to find an answer.

"Here I was thinking we were friends." Peter said as he tutted playfully, shaking his head as he shot you a smirk.