Teen wolf imagines

Derek- Beautiful

I hate allot of things in life, slow walkers, bananas, people chewing loudly but most of all I hate sports. 

I hate playing sports, I hate watching sports, I just hate sports. So when I found out my last lesson on a Friday was indeed sports I felt nothing but content for my teachers and their timetabling skills. 

Sweat was sticking to my forehead, my cheeks were red from where my make-up had rubbed off and my limbs ached like nothing has ever ached before. I look like a mess, I feel like a mess and I most certainly am a mess and yet when I spot Derek Hale looking at me from the hall doors with wide eyes I suddenly feel like I am on cloud nine. 

His eyes trailed up and down my body and suddenly I remembered my dishevelled state causing  a rosy blush to creep onto my cheeks. Swinging his backpack over on one shoulder he walked into the room causing the gym teacher to abruptly stop lecturing one poor girl and glance over his way. 

"What you doing in here Hale?" The women snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head at Derek. 

"The lesson has ended." Derek grinned cockily, my teacher opened her mouth to reply when the bell rang throughout the school cutting her off. Derek winked at her teacher before meeting my eyes as he grinned cheekily. I bit my lip, to hide my smile, as I shook my head at the boy. "You coming or not?" He called. With one last glance at my class and my glaring teacher, I shrugged my shoulders before exiting the room intertwining my fingers with Derek's. 

"So how was class?" Derek hummed as he swung our hands back and forth leading me into the girls changing rooms. 

"You shouldn't be in here." I said in a sing-song voice as I let our intertwined hands go. 

"What can I say?" He shrugged his shoulders as he leant against the wall with his arms crossed. "I'm a rule breaker."

I walked over to my bag, getting out my clothes from earlier when I felt Derek's eyes hot on my back. 

"You mind?" I turned on my heel, rising an eyebrow at him as he shook his head smiling. 

"No, no I don't." Derek winked at me, shrugging his shoulders as he did so. "I have seen it all after all."

I shrugged my shoulders an idea forming in my mind as I lifted my top up and over my head, I am going to tease Derek and I am sure as hell going to tease him to death. Sure I wasn't wearing some fancy lace black but I knew that just the exposure of my skin will cause Derek to hiss, and boy was I right. In seconds I felt Derek's cold hands on my waist and his lips brushing over my ear teasingly slowly. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to stifle a moan as the touch of his lips sends me into overdrive. I threw my head back as Derek nibbled on my ear lobe. 

I spun on the spot and my lips met his, hungrily as if our kisses were water and we hadn't drunk in weeks. We folded together, his top lip slotting in-between mine, his hands tugging on my waistband dragging me into his hips. 

"You. Are. So. Beautiful." He whispered in-between gut wrenching kisses. Pulling away so I can look him in the eye I stroked one hand across the back of his head, loving the feeling of his hair trailing across my skin. 

"I have stretch marks." I stated, as if that factor could repel anyone and everyone. "They are big and red and-

"So?" Derek questioned, shaking his head slightly. "I love your stretch marks."

 Right then I realised something. Derek did not deny that I have stretch marks like most people would, it is the normal  response for example if someone says I am fat the automatic response is to say no you are not. But Derek does not do that. He accepts that fact that I have scars and the fact that I have stretch marks. 

"They make you who you are," Derek started, kissing my nose before looking me in the eye and then kisses me on the lips gently. "They make you beautiful."