Warnings - Sinners, welcome, to the home of pure and undeniable sinful behaviours that is the world of Teen Wolf.
Pairing - Derek Hale x reader
Summary - It seems as though Derek Hale had been snooping around with other girls, no matter the undeniable bond that you two had; so you decided that payback is well deserved in these circumstances (basically jealousy all round).
A/n - Hi my sweets, this is my first Teen Wolf imagine, so I know what you are thinking; ‘She won’t updated within the next 7 years.’ On the contrary, I will be trying to update more frequently, but I do really need you guys to request imagines, ships, etc.
So far, life living with the big bad wolf that was Derek Hale was probably one of the best periods of my life. Now I say this in past tense because recently, there has been a merger change in our relationship, and he has started to ‘train’ with some girls, which usually I would be okay with; except the fact that they were flirting continuously with him, and I think he was starting to return the favour. Stiles and Scott have noticed it too, and let me tell you they were not at all fond about it either, because unlike most typical teenagers, they cared about our relationship. Or, they would have noticed that when Derek and I were together he was less blunt, and therefore they would get called out less. I was also happy about that, but they were getting more desperate seeming as Derek wasn’t around me hardly anymore. So, to return such a horrible burden, Scott and Stiles came up the idea of having me make him jealous with one of them, and maybe this would be able to work on him, seeing that he was very over-protective.
Scott had organised a massive party over at his place while his mother was gone, which I thanked him profusely for. There was drinks, piles of junk food, and dirty dancing music; perfect for the scene I was about to create. I walked through the halls of his house as Scott and Stiles talked about some sort of supernatural thing that was going on, so I decided it was the best time to run up to Scott’s room and dress into my deep red revealing dress, skanky and all, I know. I looked at myself in the mirror, sighing as I thought about Derek, the fun we had, the times we laughed and the times we loved. It was moments like that, that I enjoyed the most, because having a connection like that with someone was something people would look for their whole entire lives. I rolled my eyes at the thought, rubbing my head and walked downstairs quietly, trying not to slip on the heels that I had on, and everyone started to pile in within seconds.
“Scott? Scott!” I yelled, hauling him over to me in the middle of his living room where I was standing eagerly waiting. He stood next to me, looking down from his towering physique, and I took in a sharp breathe.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He questioned, looking at me with those usual caring eyes, and I just nodded as we started moving to the music. I could almost sense Derek’s presence as Stiles walked over to the right hand corner of the room. I could hear him talking, I was no werewolf but I had decent hearing.
“So who are you looking for this grand evening?” I could almost feel Stiles’ sheepish grin.
“Where is Y/-” Derek paused, obviously finding me dancing with Scott, my hands travelling up and down his body. I looked across for a second, Derek was in complete shock, looking at me in confusion as I continued dancing, pretending I didn’t notice. I could tell Stiles was celebrating, his arms moving down and looking at Derek before he quickly looked away, almost giving away our plan. After that, I could hear loud footsteps coming towards me rapidly, and I could instantly tell it was him. “Y/n, can we talk?” He growled in a low tone, and Scott became worried, but I continued to be stubborn.
“I don’t know, I’m having fun here.” I winked at him, his anger rising but his patience doing the exact opposite. But before I could resist, he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Scott who I winked at, and he put a thumbs up sign towards me. Before I knew it, we where outside, where most people were dancing slowly, so he decided to blend in. His hand firmly placed itself on my lower back, my hand holding his and my other lightly rested on his shoulder.
“What were you doing?” He furrowed his eyebrows, swaying me from side to side, his leather jacket creasing beneath my touch.
“I could ask you the same question.” I raised my eyebrow, slightly annoyed at his obliviousness and he clenched his jaw firmly.
“Y/n, what are you talking about?” He quizzed me.
“All those training sessions with the girls who don’t know what the meaning of I’m taken is, or even if you mentioned that.” I replied.
“They weren-” He was cut off by me giving him the look, and he returned the glare.
“They were.” I stated, looking away. He rolled his eyes, looking up and then back down at me.
“Jealousy isn’t a good trait to have.” He said, still glaring at me.
“Says you hypocrite.” I leaned closer, trying to intimidate him. But before I knew it, his lips were clashing into mine with harshness. After that, we leaned our heads together. “I hate you..” I said, slightly out of breath; but he just chuckled, kissed my cheek and leaned me down.
