Derek Hale Imagines

Mated

Warnings: smut, sex

Derek smiled when you collided with his chest. All it had taken from him was a small rumbled growl and you'd accidently wondered out of the shop you'd been in and found your way to him. You huffed and attempted to go back to where you'd been only to find yourself wrapped up in Derek's thick arms.

"I hate you." You mumbled against his chest.

"Not tonight you don't." Derek mumbled and ran a hand through your hair, making you clench your fists when your body relaxed into him. "Full moon."

"I don't care." You snapped and pulled yourself away from Derek.

He trailed behind you as you continued to shop and when you turned on him to tell him to stop he cough, glancing down to where you had a tight grip on his wrist. Reluctantly you let him take you back to the penthouse and set you down on the edge of his bed as he headed to the kitchen.

The sun hadn't even set and you could see what Derek meant. You reluctantly shuffled into the kitchen, tugging one of Derek's hands and letting him lip it under your shirt and around your back.

"How're you holding up?" He asked, quickly caching your hands before they could tug his jeans down.

"I'm good," You insisted, making Derek chuckle when you rubbed your thighs together and bit your bottom lip.

"Ok well you're going to lose it about two hours after the sun sets so you should eat this and try to keep your...!" He was cut off by you pulling the front of his shirt hard and kissing him.

"Sorry!" You squeaked.

"It's fine (Y/N)." Derek promised as he kissed your forehead and pried you off him so he could hand you some food.

You started off sat next to Derek, trying to tell yourself that just because you were sat next to the insanely hot Alpha who liked to call you his Mate, among other pet names, didn't mean you had to mount him.

That idea flew out the window when he handed you a drink and brushed his fingertips against yours, said glass skimming across the floor with an eventual thunk, distracting Derek as you climbed onto him.

"Why?" You mumbled through a groan.

"Why are you my mate or why is this happening now?" Derek asked as he gripped your thighs and turned you so you were sat with your back against his chest.

"Both." You mumbled as you tugged off your t-shirt and handed it to Derek who stared at you for a moment before answering.

"It's a little complicated but I knew you were mine because the moment I saw you I felt everything you felt like they were my own feelings... oh and um, when you asked If I'd helped heal you... your wounds show up on me so they heal faster." He stopped when you snaked a hand around the back of his neck and sighed contently.

"But you first met me ages ago so... why now?" You asked, getting on your knees and turning to face him.

"Um... you know when someone bit you at that party after you kissed Stiles and everyone but me and Deaton panicked?" He stopped, letting you kiss him.

"Wait you bit me... am I going to have a furry face like you and Scott?" You asked wide eyed.

"No, I can't turn you... it's complicated but I bit you which marked you as mine and now you're going through this." He finished explaining.

"Ok but Derek." You paused until he hummed in response and set down your bowls on the floor. "I really want us to have sex over there."

"Um... ok I'll remember that." He chuckled through his surprise.

You managed to stay in relative control, with a lot of help from Derek, and made it to half eleven before you turned on Derek. You stared but kissing him, pawing at his shoulders and arms, sparing one hand to guide his hands to your hips and up under your bra.

He let loose a low growl when you slid the same hand into his jeans and gently teased his member through his think boxers. With another deep growl he tugged your hand away and pulled your skirt up so he could rut his hips against yours and drag several desperate whimpers from you.

He paused when you tried to pull you panties down, realising that if you did so he'd be at the absolute mercy of your body. Just like that he decided he was sick of picturing how you would look wrapped around him and pulled you closer, smiling when you didn't even acknowledge him snapping the thin sides of your panties.

"Over here right?" Derek asked as he picked you up and became completely lost in what you wanted from him.

"Shirt." You gasped as his teeth grazed you neck. He let you slide if over his head and quickly shed his jeans as you dropped it on the table next to you. Derek didn't waist anytime, sliding into your already dripping heat and grunting as he bottomed out.

The night was quickly filled with pants and moans as everything faded away and the only thing Derek could focus on was you, each gasp, beg or moan was rewarded with a new source of pleasure, the Alpha quickly had you loosing count of orgasms as he gave you no break to come down.