Teen Wolf Imagines.

Rude Interruptions / Derek Hale

Hips clad in only white underwear rocked back and forth in a circle, earning low groans that escaped from the body underneath her. His fingers dug into the skin of her waist, lifting his own hips forward to meet her thrusts.
"Oh my God," the girl breathed, planting her hands on his firm chest while he chuckled amusedly at her shaking pleasurable glowing body.
The two had been at it for a long while, both aware of the sexual tension that doesn't seem to stop growing, yet are both too stubborn to admit their defeat by removing the only article of clothing that covered their awaiting members from each other.
"I know I do you good but you gotta be quiet..." He breathed, his large hand massaging her behind and guiding her in rhythm, while the girl thrashed and threw her head back before her eyes met his, the lust and need for each other pouring out of them both.
Y/N lowered herself and roughly pressed her lips against his with the excuse that she wanted to wipe the smirk off of his face. But both knew the real reason, for they can't resist each other anymore. Slowly, the werewolf bit down on her lip as his hands fondled with the cotton fabric of her panties, the actions causing breathless moans to escaped past parted lips.
"Take me, now."
Like they had telepathy, both placed their hands on the other's underwear, mentally counting to three with the intention of ripping the clothing off to continue on with their love making.
As if on cue with the number three, the loft door slid open loudly, smacking into the wall and causing the two to jump a few feet away from the other. Derek stood tall and broad looking while Y/N hid under the blankets that topped the king sized bed.
"Hey its sourwo- oh my God why are you naked?" Stiles' voice could be recognized like a sore thumb and Y/N grumbled loudly in embarrassment, it was bad enough that someone walked in on her and Derek getting it on, but she knew for sure the Stiles is never alone when he visited the loft.
"Y/N is here too, I picked up her scent when we were downstairs," the comforting voice of Scott, 'perfect' she sighed, managing to wear her shirt and pants under the blankets.
She emerged from the bed, glaring hatefully at the two boys; right before her eyes widened when she noticed that not only were the two idiots in the loft, but the entire McCall pack.
"Oh God," she covered her face with her hands and turned around from them, too ashamed to face them upon realization what they could have witnessed.
"What do you want?" Derek hissed, pure annoyance lacing in every word he spat out of his mouth. Liam - the youngest of the pack - shielded his eyes exactly when he saw Y/N - the one who he really sees as a motherly figure to him - half naked straddling Derek on his bed, and he won't dare to uncover them.
"You know, you're really not that intimidating in just your wolf boxers." A loud growl met Stiles' statement and the boy mumbled something along the lines of 'don't get your wolfy panties in a bunch'
Y/N tried to tame her frizzy hair with her hands, facing the group again and trying to change the subject by asking them about their day, yet they wouldn't have it.
"I'm sure I bought you those lacy black thongs for those 'special occasions'." Lydia smirked as Y/N's face grew redder by the millisecond and she couldn't help but hide her flustered face in Derek's chest after he had worn his t-shirt.
"Leave, now. Before I kill all of you." The sour-wolf threatened, his eyes holding so much rage and irritation at the teenagers in front of him.
The teens obliged to leave but not before Stiles threw that one comment that made Derek tackle him to the ground.
"And that, young Liam is how you make babies."
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

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