Derek Hale Imagines

Period sex

Warnings: Smut, Sex, Rough

Derek smiled when you walked past him, your fingers running through his hair as you hummed to yourself and headed to the kitchen. He'd thought he'd annoyed you because you were less physical, normally you'd be wrapped around him while you slept, holding hands while he drove and having rough make out sessions while the Beta's weren't home.

In actual fact you were trying your best not to admit that you wanted Derek. The thought of asking him to have sex with you while you were your period gave you mixed feelings, on the one hand it was Derek the man you loved, on the other you flushed and squirmed convincing yourself that he'd be put off by the request.

Derek's thick arms wrapped around your waist as he found you staring out of the penthouse's huge windows. After a minute or two his fingers began playing with the buttons of your shirt while biting softly on your neck.

He sighed when you pulled away, hurrying across the room and you took a deep breath. He ran his hands through his hair and lent against one of the metal pillars as he watched you giving up on figuring out why you were acting so strangely.

Over the next few day Derek tried to subtly figure out what was wrong and eventually decided to give up and ask. Which was why you were stood awkwardly quiet as you tried to think of the best way to explain what you were feeling.

"I want to have sex with you." you started putting a hand on his chest when he grinned and moved forwards. "But I'm... on my period." You whispered the last part and glanced up at Derek who was looking at you with an amused expression.

Then he snapped, moving towards you and grabbing your face as he kissed you, after almost three days of not being wrapped around you and having your head on his chest while he slept he couldn't control the ferocity of his need.

"I know Sweetheart I can smell you." Derek mumbled as he picked you up and headed towards the table.

He reluctantly set you down and pulled away when your hands tried to find his toned body only to realise he was still wearing clothes. He helped you tug his shirt off, agreeing that he had far too many items of clothing on as you unbuttoned his jeans, gripping your thigh and rubbing his hand up it once he was void of his jeans.

"You're not grossed out?" You asked nervously as if you thought he'd suddenly walk away from you.

"(Y/N) I spend two months a week as a large wolf and enjoy it when you rub my belly, you really think this would gross me out." He chuckled. "I love you and when you want me you just have to ask."

You smiled as he began nibbling at your neck, pulling off your shirt and lifting you again so he could remover your shorts and underwear as he lined himself with your entrance. He kissed you as he lay you down on the table, sliding into your slick entrance with a lusted moan, your hands wouldn't stay still they were in his hair, running over his muscles and grasping at the back of his neck as he rolled his hips against you.

The table thumped loudly against the wall as he desperate thrusts became rougher, he leaned over you and grasped the edge of the table, moving one of your legs over his shoulder so he could burry himself even deeper, each thrust rewarded with the most beautiful sound he thought you'd ever made.

"Derek!" You cried out as your walls began to clench around him. He grunted and continued his rapid pace kissing your neck, chest and lips before pulling away so he could watch your face as you came hard around him.

He slowed so he could draw out your orgasm, you came for a second time and he grunted, his length twitching as he came. With heavy breath he lent his forehead against yours as you regained your breath.

"You're so beautiful." Derek mumbled thoughtfully as he ran a large hand through your hair.