Derek Hale imagines (fluff/smut)

Derek - your ex is a shitty man (fluff)

After a night of partying at the bar to drown out your thoughts, you finally decided to head home. Except you didn't.

Earlier on that day, your boyfriend broke up with you. Lydia, Allison, and Kira all tried to help you forget about him and decided to take you to the bar for a girl's night out. They figured it'd help ease your mind of him.

When it finally came time, the three girls took you back home. You waited for them to leave from your house and then snuck back out. Drunk out of your mind, you decided to go out for stroll in an attempt to forget the state you were still in.

You didn't know how long you walked, or why in particular you walked toward his loft, but there you were, standing right outside Derek Hale's loft.

Not even hesitating once, you marched right in. You heard Derek's security alarm go off, but you decided to pound on the door to his loft anyway. "DEREK OPEN THE DOOR! DEREKKKKKK!!!" You said really loudly. You were getting impatient that he was taking forever.

Suddenly, you couldn't hear the alarm anymore because Derek had turned it off. The door slid open, and in front of you stood a shirtless, sleepy, sex-haired Derek, rubbing his eyes. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He said as he yawned. He politely grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. "Here, come in." He was still yawning.

"GOSH DEREK DID I EVER TELL YOU HOW FUCKING BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE!" You drunkly spoke as you smiled a toothy smile at him.

"Oh no, you're drunk aren't you?" Derek quickly helped you sit down on his couch and ran over to his kitchen, getting you a glass of water. Since you couldn't even function at this point, Derek had to make you drink from the glass with his own hands. When you drank all of it, he walked back into the kitchen to put the glass away.

Not thinking straight, you immediately took your shirt off. Your only thought in mind was to make your ex feel jealous and miserable for leaving you. And what better way would that be than to have sex with the next hottest guy you ever knew: Derek?

When Derek came back from the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. "What... what are you doing?" He asked with a look of confusion on his face. He walked over toward you and picked up your shirt. "Y/n put this back on..." Derek requested in a very concerned tone.

A half naked you got up from the couch, bit her lip, and pushed Derek on to the couch. However, since your push was incredibly rough, Derek practically fell on the couch. Straightening himself out and sitting back up in an uninviting manner, Derek became weary, as he started to understand what you were trying to do.

Smirking again and running your fingers through your hair, you seductively walk over to Derek again. This time, you push back his shoulders so that they hit the back support of the couch. Derek lets out a breath of air, genuinely surprised by the fact that you weren't even going to try to stop yourself from doing this. "Y/n stop," Derek tried to say, but it was too late. You had already gotten onto his lap and began grinding against him as you kissed.

Derek let you kiss him, but then he pulled back. "Y/n you're drunk, you need to stop." Derek looked at you really sternly. However, his stern look was of no use, you simply smiled a little and continued kissing him, this time taking his hands and purposely placing them right on your ass. You forced his hands to squeeze you.

This time Derek decided he had enough. He lifted you up, placing his hands underneath your thighs and gently placed you onto the space of the couch next to him. He got up and picked up your fallen shirt off of the floor. "Y/n put this shirt back on. NOW." He spoke firmly.

"BUT DEREK I—" he cut you off and simply said, "no 'if's', 'and's', or 'but's.' Put this back on or I swear to God I'll... I'll..." Derek tried to threaten you but just felt pitiful instead. You had been through so much and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally make you cry if you took his threat seriously.

You smile really innocently and ask Derek, "'I'll' what, Derek?" You were purposely trying to provoke him. An angry Derek was a sexy Derek to you at the moment. You lie down on his couch instead and in the sweetest voice possible, say, "if you want me to put the shirt back on, you'll have to do it for me." You just wanted to increase sexual tension between the two of you. However, Derek was not having it.

He sighed and gave you a really bitchy face. He picked you up from the couch in bridal style and carried you to his bed. Thinking he had finally agreed, you practically jumped out his hands and gotten comfy into the bed. You grabbed Derek's pj's and tried to take them off but Derek just grabbed your hands and prevented you from doing anything else.

"Oh my god, please just stop y/n! You're drunk and your incredibly shitty ex decided to dump you today and I'm VERY sorry that he did, but I can't let you do this to yourself." Derek finally snapped and pushed your hands away. Grabbing your shoulders gently, he forced you to lie down correctly and covered you in a blanket.

Upset by the fact that he mentioned your ex, you teary-eyed look at him. "Do WHAT to myself?" You pretty much spit at him.

"Ruin yourself," Derek continues, feeling like a douche bag for hurting your feelings. "Hey," now speaking in a much softer tone, he sits on the edge of the bed, "you're drunk and I don't want to take advantage of that. I know you want to take your mind of him, but this isn't the way to do it." He smiled softly.

You smiled back at him and said, "but I want this, Derek! I am sooooooo not drunk!" You were totally wasted. "Yeah, no. That's the alcohol talking, not you. You're gonna wake up tomorrow morning and hate me if I take advantage of you, knowing that you are drunk." Derek laughed a little and then said, "I'm not your ex, and I don't want you to hate me the way you hate him right now." He placed a kiss on your forehead and then walked away. You smiled as you watched him walk away and plop onto the couch. You both drifted asleep.

**** Next morning ****

You open your eyes as the glass window behind the bed lets rays of sunshine in. Not having a clue or any memory of how you happened to be naked or why you were in his bed, you look over to Derek who was fast asleep on the couch.

Angry and scared that Derek might have taken advantage of you, you call out his name, still sitting in his bed, clutching his sheets for protection. "Derek?" You practically cried out his name.

He opened his eyes and sighed deeply. You were crying and he was gonna have to awkwardly explain that nothing happened last night and that he in fact, was the one who stopped you from getting hurt.

He gets up and walks over to the bed. You frantically back up against the head of the bed, afraid of him coming any closer and clutch the bed sheets even tighter. "No— I—I— stay away from me you asshole!" You practically choke out the words.

Putting his hands in the air, he backs away from the bed, showing that he wasn't a danger to you. "Uh, I'm not exactly an asshole," he starts. "We didn't do anything last night."

Confused, you loosen your grip around the blanket and give him a puzzling look. "Then why the hell am I naked? Why am I in your bed?" Tears now practically stroll down your face.

"Can you relax?! Let me explain, okay?" Derek was clearly getting offended that you thought that he would ever hurt you. "I don't know why, but you pretty much broke into my loft last night. You were super drunk, wanted to have sex, and so you took your shirt off. We kissed, but I pulled away because you weren't being you. I tried getting you to put your shirt back on but you were being stubborn so I decided it was useless and put you in my bed. I wasn't gonna let you pass out on my couch. That's it. That's all that happened." Derek said as he slowly walked back toward you.

You looked at him with disbelief. You didn't want to listen to him. All you could think of was the fact that both of you were half naked. Derek picked up on that, and continued explaining. "Look, you still have your pants on and I still have my pj's. Hell, I even slept on the couch just so you could sleep comfortably on the bed. Why the hell would I not wanna sleep in my own bed if I decide to mess around with you?!"

Suddenly you connect dots and realize Derek was right and nothing had happened last night. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!" You began to sob once more. Derek sighs as he sits on the bed and pulls you into a hug, his chin resting on your head. He pulls away, looking you in the eyes as he says, "y/n I said it last night and I'll say it again. You were drunk and I would never think of trying to take advantage of you. I may not exactly be human but I still have humanity in me." He smiles and hugs you once again. You hug him back and smile into his bare chest. "Thank you," you say as one last tear drops out of your eye.