Peter Hale Imagines

Perfect

Summery: Peter shows you how much he appreciates how perfect you are to him

"Stop pouting." Derek grunted as he passed Peter who hadn't moved from the spot you'd left him in.

"Not pouting, I'm reading." Peter muttered despite both of them knowing it wasn't true and that he'd been staring at the same page for hours now.

"If you didn't want her to go you should have stopped her, I'll be back later... don't do anything evil, if you can." Derek stared at Peter for a moment before hurrying out of the building.

Almost twenty minutes later you tore into the room, slamming the front door as you stomped into the living room and burst into tears.

"(Y/N)?" Peter asked, watching carefully when you jumped as if you hadn't noticed him.

"Am I ugly is that why he stood me up?" You asked which left Peter stand. You weren't one for being shy or keeping your thoughts to yourself, it was why he liked you so much in fact, it was why you were the only person that he really liked. "No one will ever want me, will they?"

Peter didn't speak, he let the book fall from his hands, standing and making his way to you. For a moment, he froze, lips inches from yours, hand hovering at the back of your head and the base of your spin, giving you the chance to flee from him before he seemed to snap in an explosion of need.

"perfect." He growled, hoisting you into his arms as he headed up to your room, kicking the door shut behind him before tossing you onto your bed and tugging your dress off.

The bed dipped as he climbed over you, coating your neck with kisses, slowly pecking your lips as if you might break if he started being too rough. When your hips bucked against him he groaned, kissing his way down to your breasts which received gentle attention as he locked eyes with you.

"Peter I..." You started but kissed his way down to your thighs, pushing your legs over as he pulled your panties off.

"What kind of man would make my sweet (Y/N) sad?" Peter murmured, glancing up when he pressed a teasingly gentle kiss to your clit.

Your hips bucked up to him but his arms slid around your thighs, pressing gently on your abdomen to keep your still as his tongue tapped over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Please." You whimpered, tugging on his shoulders until he pulled away, tugging his shirt off as he watched you catch your breath, the sound of hiss belt unbuckling had you humming in anticipation.

"Well seeing as you asked so nicely." Peter muttered, kneeling between your legs as he pinned your hands above your head.

Your body arched against him as he slowly sank into you, a beastly growl of content rumble through his chest as he rocked into your roughly, his head sinking to rest against crook of your neck.

"So, perfect... I'd never stand you up." Peter grunted, sucking the sweet spot below your ear as his hips jerked quicker, finding a pace that had your toes curling with a soft moan.