Teen Wolf Imagines

Daddy Does Not Approve- Young Peter Hale

"Pppeeeeettteeeerrrr" You slurred out. He insistently kissed the crook of your neck. The two of you were spending the evening in your bedroom, bodies impossibly intertwined, before dinner with your family. Peter Hale was a lover of some sorts. He was completely unique and everything he did to you made your body light up with fire, causing you to squeal and scream the only name he responded to: daddy. He flipped the two of you over so that you were straddling his bare waist and were easily able to ride him, had there been no clothes in between the two of your sensitive areas. You bent down and whispered in his ear,

"This would be much more fun if there were no clothes involved...Wouldn't you think so daddy?" He gripped your waist so tightly you thought you were going to physically break in half! He ripped the shirt right off from your body, your shorts slowly following. He was already half naked from the previous fun the two of you had. He slid his khakis and boxers low enough that he didn't need to do much more to make it possible for you to ride him. He grabbed a condom and gave you the sweet venomous smirk he always did when he was going to use the voice on you.

"Babygirl, Daddy would absolutely LOVE it, if you would so kindly out this on his cock." This brought shivers to no end up your spine and internally. He handed it to you, watching as you unwrapped it but stopped you before you could continue. "-with your mouth, princess." Well you couldn't refuse! Not when he spoke to you in that voice. The one that indicated that he was going to fuck you until you came absolutely undone at the command of his words. You stuck the round latex in your mouth, with your tongue supporting the back of it, to prevent it from choking on it when you slid it onto his dick. You positioned your mouth at the tip, and slid it on, something that came almost second nature to you because you have done it so many times before.

As soon as it was on, you hopped on that dick, and boy was it fricking amazing. No matter how many times you had done this before, it was still something to behold. The penetration, the absolute feeling of ecstasy, and the utter feeling of being so close to Peter and have nothing being able to tear the two of you apart. You rode him, as if you had never rode him before. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rushing from the thought that the two of you were doing this in your house when your parents were just down the stairs. Apparently not though. Just as you were about to scream for Daddy (Peter) to spank you, or initiate some other contact, when your dad walked in.

"Daddy! (actual father)"

"Yes Princess?" you hear Peter call from underneath you and the pile of blankets. Your father got red in the face, indicating he was about to burst. But he didn't. He slammed shut the door instead and marched down the stairs. Peter looked up and finally got the message. "Not me daddy I'm assuming?'

~LATER THAT EVENING~

You were getting increasingly nervous by the moment. Would they like him? Did they think he was a hooligan of some sorts? Was there going to be a second family dinner like this? Especially with what just happened?! The questions simply kept bubbling in your head. You looked at your family, awaiting what they would say, if they were ever going to speak to you again! You decided to break the ice and say,

"Daddy, can you pass the salt?" Both Peter and your father reached for it. This brought on a whole new red face that you would soon learn about.