The Alpha And The Beta
Characters: Y/n, Derek
Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)
Warnings: Mostly smut, pissed off reader at first, then just smut, fingering, pussy eating, Daddy Kink, Alpha/Beta kink(not the A/B/O kind), more smut, anal, rough sex, unprotected sex, added sickening fluff at the end, cos why the hell not?
Word count: 2300
Summary: You finally get sick of Derek’s constant need to train. But when you decide you’ve had enough, he decides he’s not about to let you leave so easily.
A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-hi. could you do a derek hale smut (female y/n) where she’s a new beta in his pack+ derek and her are sparring together. y/n gets tired, tells derek that she doesn’t want to train anymore bc its frustrated how he keeps beating her, starting to shout and swear. derek gets mad at her before pinning her down by her wrists and basically telling her off which she finds sexy. he smells her arousal and he starts teasing her about it and they have rough sex where derek is being really dominant ???? Ok, so it’s basically sticking to the request, but I added some more stuff. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!
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Your back slammed against the mat, your breaths coming out in pants, body covered in sweat.
Aching muscles and a pounding head had you completely tired out.
“No more”, you panted, rolling over and attempting to stand, but your legs were like jelly, buckling under your weight as you fell to your knees again.
You didn’t care how pathetic you looked, deciding to crawl over to the bottle of water in your bag, your throat dry.
You rolled your eyes at his voice, looking over to see Derek, drenched in sweat, but barely out of breath.
“Fuck you, dude! You’re like 50. You’ve had time to adjust”.
You got to your bag, rummaging through it, until your hand gripped the bottle.
You didn’t hesitate to rip the bottle cap off, drinking the water as though you’d been in the desert for weeks.
Derek watched you, shaking his head with disappointment.
“Get up, y/n. We’re not finished yet”.
You looked at him, eyes wide and nose flaring.
You crossed your arms like a petulant child.
“No. I’m doing anymore today. We’ve been training non-stop for days. I’m sick of it! You don’t go easy. You’re mean. You shout all the time. And you’re sweaty as hell”.