Derek Hale Imagines

Play with me, alpha

Summery: Derek's newest beta keeps causing trouble, so one afternoon he gives her a punishment.

It was no secret that Derek had a soft spot for you, it was why you got away with so much. As soon as he'd turned you, you wrapped yourself around his protective instinct, making it easy to get what you wanted.

It started innocently, freshly turned, thunderstorm firing overhead, you'd hung onto Derek like a koala bear. But then it stuck, if you needed comfort you'd seek out Derek, who convinced himself it was better him that Scott or one of the betas. Then Stiles pointed out all the other things, batting eyes, pouting, the fake bad moods until you delightedly got Derek to give in.

Which was how the "detox war" started. Unfortunately for your alpha, his instincts screamed that pushing you away would mean pushing you out of the pack. Completely unaware that it was having the opposite effect.

"Alpha I'm still bored." You sighed, huffing when he didn't look up from the research he'd been doing all day. "You're no fun today!"

"If you're bored help me look through these books." Derek grumbled, smiling when he heard you heading back up to your room.

Twenty minutes later you came back, peaking over Derek's shoulder, before spinning around the room in hopes of getting him to look away from the books. You stopped when a low growl emitted from him.

A flutter awoke in your stomach as you came up with an idea, one that would get Derek's attention, all be it you didn't quite know what his reaction would be. As quietly as you could you eased out of your clothes, dropping them next to you in a pile, leaving only your panties.

"Alpha!" You hummed but he ignored you. "Play with me, Alpha."

The need in your voice practically forced him to turn. For a split second, he was breathless, the sight of you, lips parted, hand shoved into the front of your panties as you stroked yourself, quite frankly it had his inner wolf wanting nothing more than to crawl across the floor and burry his face between your thighs.

"Really (Y/N)?" He sighed, arching his eyebrows as you slowly pulled your panties down around your thighs.

"But Alpha you didn't say I couldn't." You smiled when you saw his eyes flicker, safe to say you'd broken his three week long, tough love attempt.

"Come here." He hummed, rounding the sofa as you approached. "Did you have permission to touch yourself?"

"You were ignoring me." You pouted to distract from the question but it didn't work.

"You didn't ask, now you'll have to be punished." Derek whispered huskily as he leant down, his lips brushing your ear. "Sit on the sofa, on the back, with your legs apart."

You quickly did as he asked, squirming a little when he reached for your hand, slowly sucking your juices from your fingers. A rapid hum rumbled in his chest as he tasted the same sweet, addictive taste as your scent.

"I know how to punish me Alpha!" You mumbled, tangling your fingers in his hair as you tried to move him to your core.

"Oh. No, you've been too bad for me to eat you out sweetheart, now sit on your hands, if you touch yourself again... there'll be trouble." He warned, smiling when you did as you were told before pressing his thumb to your clit.

He pressed firmly as he gently moved his thumb side to side, each time he passed over the bundle of nerves you jolted. Just when you started to push against his hands, desperate to be touched where you needed, he lent forwards, his mouth sealing round your nipple as he sucked a hicky into your breast.

"Alpha... I need to..." You whimpered but he stopped smoothing his tongue over the tender skin and glanced up at you before doing the same to the other breast.

"No sweetheart, I know exactly what you want from me, I'll fuck you when I think you've earned it." He leant down to suck a bruise onto the now none existent bite mark he'd given you just above your hip, the responding sound had a jolt running through him to his already hard cock.

"Please Derek." You whimpered and he let out a deep moan at the sound of his name.

Your refusal to say his name had been one out of stubbornness, you didn't call him Derek during the first month you'd been turned. The habit stuck and he gave up on trying to fix it.

"Come here." He mumbled, standing you up as he tugged off his shirt, watching you eagerly as he unbuckled his jeans, his boxers following his jeans to his ankles as he flopped onto the sofa, guiding you over to straddle his lap, holding you up just enough to tease you. "Are you going to ask before you touch yourself?"

"Yes!" You groaned, desperate to sink down onto him.

"Good girl." He hummed in your ear as he let you settle, a moaned snarl pushing past your lips as he bottomed out, your body adjusting to him before he moved.

"Harder." You mumbled as you buried your head in his neck. His hands tightened on your hips and you quickly found his meeting yours in rough jutted motions.

"Do you like fucking your Alpha sweetheart?" Derek growled when he felt your walls clench around him, your high building until he could almost taste it in the air, feeling you nod against him he smiled. "Good because if you want me to fuck you again then you better behave, I'm the Alpha."

"Yes, Alpha." You sighed happily.

"Good girl, now let me that pretty face while you cum." He hummed, smiling when you leant back and tried to keep your gaze fixed on his, despite your eyes threatening to roll back as the high built.

He watched enthralled as with one final thrust, he pushed you over the edge, forcing you to slump against him as the aftereffect rocked through you.

"See how much fun it was to play with me, Alpha?" you hummed as he let you snuggled against his chest, his fingers stroking through your hair.

"Oh sweetheart, this wasn't me playing with you, this was a little warning punishment... believe me if you think this was playing you're not going to last my punishments." He winked and chuckled slightly when you stared up at him before snuggling back up, wondering what on earth the giant alpha could have planned.