Teen Wolf Imagines

Watch me

Summary: Imagine Peter Hale secretly fingering you to orgasm in the back seat…while Chris Argent is up front driving. Does Chris find out? And if so, does he put a stop to it…or enjoy the show?

Trees rushed past the car window, faster than you could track. It was a good thing that no one else was on this road, including cops, otherwise you’d have been pulled over multiple times by now.

Looking up at the front seat, you could see where Chris Argent’s hands were clenched on the steering wheel, his eyes staring intently out the windshield as you sped away from Beacon Hills. You weren’t sure how much of his tension was due to the current situation with the rogue kanima, and how much was a result of the large presence beside you in the back seat.

When the kanima had shown up in town, Scott and the rest of the pack had been sent on a tailspin trying to figure out how to handle it. The creature was so powerful that they had even requested Peter Hale’s help, not to mention made a temporary truce with the Argents, in an effort to combine forces and take down the rabid beast.

It wasn’t until a close call last night, when the kanima had snuck into your house while you were showering, that the full danger of the situation really hit you in the face. Thank god Peter had been on his way over to check on you, anyways, and had heard your blood-curling screams from down the block. He had gotten there just in time to intervene, barely avoiding getting his own head bit off by the hissing creature, before it finally fled. Even with blood pouring from a wound on his chest, his eyes had still scanned heatedly down over your towel-clad, quivering form, as you stood frozen in the middle of the bathroom, water dripping all over the tiled floor.

“Well, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, when I hoped to see you wet and trembling, tonight,” he had joked, although his face had been taunt with residual worry.

Fast forward less than 24 hours and here you were, being escorted out of town. You had been completely outvoted on the matter, the others unanimously agreeing that Beacon Hills was no place for a human who was deeply involved with Scott and his pack. Never mind your argument that Stiles was allowed to stay, nor your cries of discrimination due to you being a woman. None of them wanted to hear it, and so it was decided that you would take a mini vacation out of town, until the situation was handled, and the kanima was dead.

Chris had offered to take you to one of his family’s safe havens, a cabin out by the lake with maximum security, where no human or other supernatural creature would think to look for you. You were only slightly surprised when Peter had insisted on tagging along for the trip. He had tried to play it off, saying that someone should keep an eye on you, to make sure you didn’t fall in the lake and drown. However, you knew his reasons for keeping you close were a bit more personal than that.

The two of you had been seeing each other for a couple of months now. None of the others knew about it…well…you didn’t think that they knew. Although, the smell of Peter all over your skin had to be noticeable, at least to Scott and Derek. But the humans in your group probably had little-to-no hints as to your secret relationship. There had been a close call last month, when Allison pointed out a bruise on your collarbone one afternoon, which was a hickey that you had tried to play off with some pathetic excuse. After that, Peter made sure to keep any love bites and scratches on areas that were easily covered by your clothing. You knew that they would all find out eventually, but for now, the thrill of secrecy was more enjoyable than having to deal with everyone’s negative reactions to finding out you had let the Big Bad Wolf between your thighs.