❃Freshlee Interracial imagines and Preferences❃

Coffee (Derek)

I wish I could paint our love
These moments and vibrant hues
Wordplay, turns into gun play
And gun play turns into pillow talk
And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams
Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning
We talk street art and sarcasm
Crass humor and high fashion
Peach color, moon glistens, the plot thickens
As we laugh over shotguns and tongue kisses
Bubble bath, Truth or Dare, and Would You Rather
A cold flame, the thrill of no shame
Drugs, sex, and polaroids
Pick a star in the sky
We could both say goodbye all night
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Across the room Derek watched as Y/n danced to the bumping beat. Her hips swayed smoothly and she knew he we watching.

She knew what she was doing. This was what had been going on between these two. They would bicker back and forth until they were both naked, bodies pressed against each other. Then she'd wake up much earlier than him and leave.

She always pulled him in. She was like a drug and he could never get over his addiction.

Derek took one last sip of the drink in his hand and dropped the cup on the table. When he looked over at Y/n he felt the anger boil inside of him. His possessiveness was becoming even clearer.

When he saw that some other guy had his arms wrapped around her, his hand pressing into the small of her back.
She smiled at him.

Derek knew that look in her eyes. It was the look sheave him when she was teasing him.

The guy in front of her smirked and whispered something in her ear. She bit her lip, nodded and began to follow him up the stairs. On her way up she turned and sent a quick wink Derek's way.

He rolled his eyes and tried to get into the music but it wasn't working. He kept thinking about her. The girl who he had been sleeping with. The only girl he had been sleeping with.

The first time he'd been with her it felt like his first time all over again. She was rough but at the same time he could feel the passion that was hidden behind all of the roughness.

Y/n grabbed the mystery guys hand and stopped him. She hadn't bothered to even learn his name and she could care less. All she wanted was Derek to get angry so he could be rough with her like he was just a couple of days ago. She had never felt that way before and she was 100% sure that this guy could not do it for her.

She hadn't realized that she was still trying to pull on her hand that he had a secure grip on.

"Just let me go. I'm already seeing someone" she lied right through her teeth.

Well it wasn't really a lie, she was sorta seeing Derek. Even if it was only in the bedroom.

"Baby girl I know you want this. Where's your boyfriend then?"

"He's here with me in my heart now let me go" she let out a loud grunt when he kept pulling her towards the room door.

Derek heard her slight cry for help and quickly pushed through the throng that was blocking his way.

When he saw Y/n being lifted off the ground he walked over to the and pushed the guy away. He was much shorter than Derek but he was a lot bulkier.

"And who the fuck are you?" Derek had to think quick.

"I'm her fucking boyfriend asshole" Y/n stood behind Derek not wanting to get in the middle of this whole thing.

"She ain't never said anything about a boyfriend"

Y/n wanted to kick him right in the balls when he said that. "Get the hell out of here" the man gave one last glance at Y/n before walking away.

Derek let out a breath he was holding in and ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I could've still handled myself"

Derek looked at her and his brown eyes darkened. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the stairs and out the house.

"Why are like this?" Y/n didn't know how to answer that question.

Derek pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was hard and wanting. He wanted more from her, more than just sex. He wanted to be able to wake up the next morning and see the sun shining down on her beautiful face. He wanted to hear that goofy giggle every day and fall asleep to her soft voice tuning in his ear every night. He wanted to be able to shower her with everything she would want. He wanted more from her but he knew that she wouldn't want more from him.

Derek released her from the kiss and she whimpered. "Stop. You know I can't control myself"

"Who said you have to?" She replied.

"Y/n... I can't do this anymore."

She was about to lean in and leave kisses on his lips but she came to a halt.

"Can't do what?"

"I wish I could paint a picture for. Show you how bright and color it could be... but you don't want me how I want you. I want more than just the passion we have in the bedroom."

Y/n was speechless. She didn't know what to think or say.

"I...I" Derek gives her one last kiss. "What we had was amazing but I want to wake up in the morning for once and be able to still see your face there"