Teen Wolf Imagines

Derek

"What happened?" You look around and everything is a mess. Derek doesn't looks at you, which just makes you a bit angry. "Derek, what happened here?" 

The loft was quite a mess, and you were must certain something had happened, however, he doesn't answerrs you, he just keeps ignoring which was leaving you upset, but mostly, he was getting upset. 

"Derek, fucking talk to me. Stop ignoring me."

It's not like you don't love each other. You love him a lot and you know he loves you. But sometimes, it was almost like you two didn't do anything besides fighting, and it was most of the times, because of something that would happen, supernatural related. You were asking for Derek to explain what happened, when you weren't exactly telling him everything either.

He finally looks at you and he notices you are hurt. You had this huge cut in your arm, it was possible to see because the shirt was ripped. 

"Zoella Jayne Moore. What the fuck happened to you?" Derek finally speaks when he notices well how you were looking.

"Well, perhaps when you tell me what happened here, I will let you know." 

"You got into a fight, god damn Zoella. I told you to be careful. You never listen to me, you need to stop doing this." He was mad and you regret right away, however, he had ignored you as well. There was also a fight, something happened on the loft and he wasn't telling you.

The fight goes on and he ends up telling you what happened on the loft. But it wasn't his fault at all. He wasn't even there at first. However you tell him what happened to you making him even more angry. Because you messed with what you shouldn't have. 

"Derek? Derek, where are you going?" He leaves the loft leaving you there alone.

It must have gotten really mad. Of course, you two had others fights, but this time he seemed really mad. You stay there alone, for at least 2 or 3 hours. You decide to call him, but he doesn't answers back. After that time, he finally appears.

"Derek... Are you okay now?"

He doesn't replies. He just runs to you and grabs you sort of throwing you at the couch. He rips your clothes off and you have no time to realize anything and you just get along with it. He doesn't gives you time to adjust and he just fucks you senseless. It was pretty clear that he was still mad, but it was a different kind of a mad. You don't really push him away and you get along with it and you enjoy.

"This was intense." You say. Now you two were sort of cuddling. He seemed way more calm. Both were layed on the couch. 

"I'm sorry Zoey." 

"Sorry for what? Fucking me?" You laugh. He laughs along and he tells you why he was so mad. 

"I just don't want to lose you okay? So you need to stop and don't put yourself into stupid fights." 

You rest your head on his chest. Your wound was already healed. You two stay there for a long time and both end up falling asleep. If having fights meant from now on, you would have sex like that, you were totally up to it. 

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This imagine was written by myself. Sorry for taking so long.