Summary: Ever since Derek entered the lives of Stiles, Scott and (Y/N), (Y/N) always had a fascination with him. Tall, dark and handsome; what more could she ask for? She could ask for there to be two-way feelings; Derek is older than (Y/N) by nearly eight years, and that thought keeps playing on the back of his mind. Can (Y/N) change his mind?
Word Count: 1,084
A/N: I just wanted to have a little fun with this imagine; I write so much fluffy imagines that I wanted to dabble in something else. There is SMUT **That is your warning**
“(Y/N), you take Derek to the loft; I’ll go to the Sheriff’s
station!” Stiles exclaimed, shoving a weak and exhausted looking Derek to you.
You barely managed to stabilize yourself and Derek’s heavy figure. You nodded,
and walked him to your truck, opening the passenger’s door and allowing him to
heave himself into the vehicle. “Don’t get any ideas,” He moaned, holding his
hand over a bloody wound.
With a smirk on your face, you walked over to your side and
started the truck, driving in the direction of Derek’s home. “I don’t
understand why you won’t just give into me.” You teased, when you heard him
moan; even though it wasn’t a moan of pleasure, it still created a wave of heat
between your legs. “You’re seventeen years old.” He snarled, smelling the
arousal that he created.
“Eighteen in two months.” You corrected, a confident smile
on your face. You pulled up to his loft, “Why isn’t it healing?”
“It is, it’s just taking its own sweet time.” He snarled,
carrying himself up the stairs and into the loft where he crashed onto the
couch. “You might be more comfortable with your shirt off.” You mentioned,
secretly hoping that he’d tear it off him; but your dream was crushed when he
sent you a glare that could kill. You raised your hands in defense and took a
seat on the chair next to the sofa. “You can go now.” He hissed in pain.
You shook your head, “Stiles told me to wait until it
healed.” You took out your phone and started playing a random game until the
light from outside started to dim. Sneaking a glance at Derek, you noticed that
his eyes were shut and light snores could be heard up close. You smiled at his
peaceful figure; realising you liked him a lot better when he was asleep – he was
quiet and this way you could appreciate his beauty.
“(Y/N),” You felt a nudge on your shoulder, jumping from the
soothing snooze that you were having. “It’s healed, let yourself out.” You
stretched and watched Derek walk into his bedroom. You groaned, standing up and
started to gather your possessions in your arm until your eyes caught sight of
a handsome figure.
It was Derek, you could see his reflection from the mirror.
He tore his bloody shirt off, revealing a toned, tanned body. You leaned up
against the sofa, imaging how his arms would feel wrapping themselves around
you; his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer and his lips trailing
their way down your neck until they reach your breasts, his tongue swirling
around your nipple.
You couldn’t take it anymore, you stormed into his room;
Derek jumping from the sound of the door hitting the wall. “(Y/N), what…” He
was taken back when you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his
waist and his around your arse so you didn’t fall. You crashed your lips to
his, your hands combing through his shaggy hair. You felt his beard brush
against your chin when he kissed you back; the kiss was desperate, both of you
were hungry for more. One more afraid to admit it.
Derek dropped you on his bed, but didn’t follow. You leaned
back on your palms looking up at him, he avoided your eyes. “Derek, I don’t
care that you’re older.” He walked away and you stopped up, “Stop,” He looked
back at you, nervously you reached for the bottom of your shirt; pulling it
over your head. His eyes went from your lips to your breasts, he licked his
lips hungrily but didn’t make any move. You started to unbutton your shorts,
pushing them down and kicking them away with your foot; leaving you in your
white lingerie. Take god they’re matching today.
Derek looked you up and down – once, twice, and again before
he slammed the bedroom door shut. “Fuck it,” He muttered under his breath
before rushing to you, the palms of his hands grabbing your face to kiss your
lips. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you to his naked chest. He
pushed his tongue through your lips and deepened the kiss. You let out a moan
whilst his tongue explored your mouth. “Fuck, Derek.” He lowered you down onto
his bed, supporting his weight with his elbow.
He kissed down your neck; it was everything you imagined,
the sensation staying there even when he moved down passed your belly button.
You jumped slightly when you felt his hands slip past your panties and rub you
slightly. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so wet.” He mumbled, licking down your body
again. He looked up at you through his thick eyelashes; his eyes darkened with
lust. You arched your body slightly so it was easier for him to remove the
panties… with his teeth. Oh lord.
You relaxed back down, and grasped the blanket with your
fist as you felt his tongue rub up and down your core. A whimper left your
mouth when he started moving the tip of his tongue faster, “Fuck me,” You
begged, feeling the sweat and arousal soak off you. “Please,” You begged, which
he proved to love.
Derek quickly shed off his jeans, covering himself but he
lined himself to your wet area. He leaned down and kissed your lips, “Are you
sure?” He whispered, but you didn’t have a chance to answer when he shoved
himself into you. “Oh, (Y/N), you’re so tight.” He moaned into your ear,
pushing himself in more. The pain was something you never experienced before,
he started to get faster, his hands grabbing your waist as he got deeper and
Your body began to shake when you felt him hit the spot, “Derek!”
You screamed out in pleasure, his eyes glazed over now as he kept pounding into
that one spot. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it gently at first; just
feeling a slight sensation on it but he got harder the more you moaned and
whimpered. “Derek, I’m going to…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, you let out
a scream as you felt your whole body give into him in that moment.
His body went limp against yours as he pounded once, twice
before he let out a moan and relieved himself. He kissed your neck once more
before pulling out and discarding of the evidence. He collapsed next to you,
his arm draping around your naked body.
“Tonight’s episode [“Riddled”] actually has one of my favorite scenes that we’ve ever had on the show between Scott and Derek. It’s one of my favorite scenes that I’ve ever done.
It’s very much a brotherly moment between the two, It’s a passing the torch moment. Derek says, ‘You are the Alpha, and I am here to help in any way that I can. I can be the person to give you advice along the way. You are going to be greater than I ever could be, but I can help make you better.’ That’s one of my favorite scenes we’ve ever done on the show. I think Scott and Derek’s roles in each other’s lives will be solidified pretty well in tonight’s episode” -Tyler Hoechlin