Teen wolf imagines

Derek Hale | Little Do You Know

As you sit in front of your mirror, brushing through your dark hair, you watch Stiles open your bedroom door. He sprawls out on your perfectly made bed. Your room was one of the only things in your life you could keep in order. You look at him through the mirror and chuckle, "Please, make yourself at home." He shimmies his body further up the bed and rests his hands behind his head, "Thank you, you're a gracious host." His feet dangle off the end of the bed and he kicks them slightly, watching you finish your makeup. You stare into your grey eyes in the mirror as you apply a final layer of mascara. You set the tube back in its place and swivel your chair towards Stiles, "Is there something I can help you with?" 

He sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to help me with something but it looks like you already have plans." You smirk and stand up from your chair, flicking Stiles' forehead as you do. "Maybe I do." You walk over to your closet and swing open the doors, your favourite leather jacket hangs in front of you. As you take it off the hanger, Stiles clears his throat. "Feeling okay?" You ask, knowing he was only prompting you to tell him your plans.  You slide the jacket over your shoulders, "I'm meeting someone at the bar, is that okay with you, King Stiles?" 

He laughs and stands up, making his way to the door, "As long as you're back by 12." He winks goofily at you before shutting your bedroom door. It was always funny to you how overprotective Stiles was towards you, being 3 years younger.  While you weren't meeting anyone specific at the bar, you didn't lie to him about your plans. 

After Stiles left your room, you put the finishing touches on your outfit and headed out the door. The bar you liked was always packed with guys and tonight you planned on taking one home. As you walk through the door, you could tell there were a lot of eyes on you. You walked, confidently, towards the stools that line the bar and sit down. It was only a matter of seconds before someone placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned into your peripheral. You turn your head slightly and watch as the man orders another drink, "And what'll it be for you, sweetheart?" He smirks and trails his eyes along your figure. "Scotch, on the rocks." You nod at the bartender, who winks back at you. He was the reason you liked this bar. He had the most attractive features with short brown hair and the most beautiful brown eyes. As you turn your attention back to the man beside you, you notice his eyes have not stopped tracing your curves. 

The man makes multiple attempts to flirt with you, failing miserably each time. "Could you bother someone else with your shitty pickup lines. I'm trying to have a good time here." He smirks as you finish your sentence and doesn't back down, "You know, I like a girl with a little bite to her." You roll your eyes and look over your shoulder, noticing a familiar face in the crowd. Derek Hale. You smile at him as he starts walking in your direction. You get up from your seat and  meet him in the middle with a sweet and gentle kiss on the lips. He freezes in shock but eventually leans into it, wrapping one hand around your waist. Neither of you can seem to pull away and butterflies fill your stomach as he places his hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss. You pull away slightly and look up into his green eyes, "That guy behind me will not leave me alone." He breaks your eye contact and stares at the man at the bar. You pull your body away from Derek's and intertwine your fingers with his as you both walk over to your stool. 

"Do we have a problem here?" The man stands up straight in front of Derek and clears his throat, "No, man, I didn't know this was your girl." You feel your face heat up as he describes you as Derek's girl. You always thought Derek was attractive but never thought of him as more than just Stiles and Scott's friend. After sharing that kiss, you felt sparks flying between the two of you, like you'd found a missing piece in your puzzle. Derek's intimidation scares the pest away and he sits down on the stool next to you. "Can I buy you a drink?" His eyes seem to sparkle as he speaks and you nod, unable to form your thoughts into words. He chuckles and orders two more scotches. 

You continue to stare at him as he orders, there was something about him that intoxicated you. You felt weak but protected in his presence and as the bartender sets your drinks down, Derek turns to meet your eye. "Thank you, by the way." He smiles and nods after sipping his drink. "You took me by surprise there. Though, it was an amazing surprise." Your cheeks turn a deep red as he leans closer, "I'd like to do it again sometime." 

"Do you wanna take this somewhere more private?"