Teen Wolf Imagines

Peter Hale + Allison Argent.

Disclaimer : This is probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written. There's going to be two parts, maybe more if you guys like it. Holy shit, proceed with caution. Wrap it up ma dudes.

Warnings : where do I start? Language, mentions of sex toys, spanking, temperature play, tribbing, intercourse, anal, cunninglus, etc. Read at own risk.

NOTE: READER IS PICTURED TO BE IN HER LATE 20S AS WELL AS ALLISON

He raised his eyebrows in confusion. Not so much at the idea of a threesome, but at the fact that you two were the ones who suggested it to him.

"So, you in?"

He smirked at you both. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm not going to be the top in this one?"

You and Allison exchanged mishevious looks, which only got him slightly hard.

"Like she said, are you in or not?" Allison said, flicking her hair.

He thought about it for a moment. He never really had an issue with Allison. Or even Chris for that matter. The only two Argents he'd gladly kill again were Kate and Gerard.

As for (y/n), well... She'd caught his eye a long time ago. But neither of them went beyond flirtatious remarks and dirty jokes.

Now that he thinks about it, he didn't really have much to lose. The fact that they both so casually invited him into their bed implied that there would be no awkwardness afterwards.

But he did have the strangest feeling, that if he did accept, it wouldn't be the last time they all did something like that.

And he thought that was kinda hot.

He smirked at them. "You ladies just say when and where."

****

Three days. That was three days ago. And here you are, in an expensive hotel (that Peter insisted on paying for) in the town over, you and Allison putting on the final touches.

"Lube?"

"Check," you laid it all on the table beside the bed.

"Toys?"

You picked up a pink vibrator whose end moved in erotic circular motions.

"Check," you said breathlessly. Most of these toys, you and her had gone and bought the day before.

It took everything in you both to not experiment with them. But you wanted tonight to be fun, and that added element of mystery and anticipation excited you to no end.

"Washcloths?"

"Check."

"Ice," she smirked. She knew you had a thing for temperature play.

You playfully pushed her. "Check."

"Cuffs?"

You giggled. "Check."

"Well , I think that's everything," she stood to the side, hands on her hips, biting her lip in thought.

"Mmmh. What's the safeword?"

"We'll discuss that when he gets here."

"If he gets here," you mumbled.

He was already 10 minutes late. And although it was only ten minutes, your lace underwear was already soaked at the thought of what was to go down tonight.

"He will be. We just have to be patient."

"It's hard to be patient when I already need to change," you pouted, rubbing your thighs together.