Teen Wolf, Wanting, 1/1, PG13, Derek/Stiles, 380
Title: Wanting
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinsky
Warning(s): UST
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For kari_hermione who showed me this SFW image.
Word Count: 381
Notes: The first Teen Wolf thing I wrote that wasn't over text messages. Oorah!
Summary: Derek can't want Stiles, but he can't not want him either.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's related terms and characters. This was written for fun without profit and no disrespect or harm was intended.
It’s harder to reign in his thoughts the more time he spends with Stiles, to slow the quickening of its pace, and impossible to quash the desire to touch. More than anything, Derek wants to touch. He wants to feel Stiles’ lips soft under his and to taste him under his tongue. He’s filled with an inexplicable desire to rub his cheek along Stiles’ and to lick the line of his jaw, nibble at his throat and suck red marks into Stiles’ skin.
Derek needs to feel Stiles’ pulse under his palm to know he’s not the only one who loses control like this and to be reassured that Stiles is still alive, he’s fine, he’s going to make it through another night. Derek can hear the quickening of Stiles’ heartbeat, the rush of blood through his system and the way his scent becomes edgier, tinged with arousal and fear.
And Derek wants. He wants so bad that he’s aching for it and he doesn’t know what to do about it.
It’s easier to try to chase Stiles away because Derek can’t have a pack, a mate. He isn’t ready to let anyone in and Derek doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready for that. Having someone you love means there’s someone to hurt you, to be used against you. It’s easier but it hurts almost as much as the hopeless longing does.
It’d be so easy to get Stiles, to reach out and take him. He’d be so soft and yielding under Derek, werewolf strength or not. Stiles wants it, Derek thinks (he hopes, he wishes, he needs), but he looks up at Derek with fearful big brown eyes and something about it always makes Derek stop. He can’t reach out and take even though it would be so easy.
So Derek doesn’t touch, but it’s impossible not to watch, to hear and smell him even when they’re miles apart and it’s been hours since Stiles stood here. He can’t have, won’t let himself have, but it doesn’t stop the want at all, it doesn’t quell the rush of desire that surges to his surface almost as strongly as his Wolf does.
It’s not enough, will never be enough, but with enough time, maybe Derek can convince himself it is.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinsky
Warning(s): UST
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For kari_hermione who showed me this SFW image.
Word Count: 381
Notes: The first Teen Wolf thing I wrote that wasn't over text messages. Oorah!
Summary: Derek can't want Stiles, but he can't not want him either.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's related terms and characters. This was written for fun without profit and no disrespect or harm was intended.
It’s harder to reign in his thoughts the more time he spends with Stiles, to slow the quickening of its pace, and impossible to quash the desire to touch. More than anything, Derek wants to touch. He wants to feel Stiles’ lips soft under his and to taste him under his tongue. He’s filled with an inexplicable desire to rub his cheek along Stiles’ and to lick the line of his jaw, nibble at his throat and suck red marks into Stiles’ skin.
Derek needs to feel Stiles’ pulse under his palm to know he’s not the only one who loses control like this and to be reassured that Stiles is still alive, he’s fine, he’s going to make it through another night. Derek can hear the quickening of Stiles’ heartbeat, the rush of blood through his system and the way his scent becomes edgier, tinged with arousal and fear.
And Derek wants. He wants so bad that he’s aching for it and he doesn’t know what to do about it.
It’s easier to try to chase Stiles away because Derek can’t have a pack, a mate. He isn’t ready to let anyone in and Derek doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready for that. Having someone you love means there’s someone to hurt you, to be used against you. It’s easier but it hurts almost as much as the hopeless longing does.
It’d be so easy to get Stiles, to reach out and take him. He’d be so soft and yielding under Derek, werewolf strength or not. Stiles wants it, Derek thinks (he hopes, he wishes, he needs), but he looks up at Derek with fearful big brown eyes and something about it always makes Derek stop. He can’t reach out and take even though it would be so easy.
So Derek doesn’t touch, but it’s impossible not to watch, to hear and smell him even when they’re miles apart and it’s been hours since Stiles stood here. He can’t have, won’t let himself have, but it doesn’t stop the want at all, it doesn’t quell the rush of desire that surges to his surface almost as strongly as his Wolf does.
It’s not enough, will never be enough, but with enough time, maybe Derek can convince himself it is.