Fandom: Teen Wolf Title: Reality Trumps Fantasy
Title: Reality Trumps Fantasy
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing(s): Stiles/Derek
Word Count: 800
Rating: a low R
Warning(s): sexually suggestive and language
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, that honour goes to the CW. I also don't own the pretty boys, nor do I make any money off the telling of their lovely stories.
Notes: Written for a challenge atbeacon_hills
Summary: Sure, Stiles has fantasized about Derek before, but it was never anything like this.
A/N: This was based off a 100 word drabble I wrote for a prompt atcomment_ficthat I decided to expand upon. Its completely unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. Hope you all enjoy!!
Reality Trumps Fantasy by HPFangirl71
“What to hell were you thinking?” Derek growls out as he slams Stiles’ body against the car door.
Stiles is visibly shaken, I mean who wouldn’t be when confronted by some huge guy screaming just inches from your face but he refuses to let it show.
“What’s your problem, Derek? I mean I know it’s that time of the month but…” Stiles retorts.
His witty sarcasm only fuels the other man’s anger.
“I texted you to get a hold of Scott last night and instead you show up at the house! It’s a full moon, Stiles, so again, what were you thinking?”
Derek’s tirade continues. Stiles is almost certain the red within his eyes is supposed to be frightening but all he can think is how incredibly hot Derek Hale looks right now. Yeah, so what; Stiles has had a few fantasies about the big bad Alpha but it’s nothing he’d ever voice aloud for fear Derek would really bite his head off.
“Look, Scott’s too caught up in this whole breakup with Alison to realize the world’s still turning; I just thought you might need some help.” Stiles replies as he tries to push free of the steel tight grip upon his arms.
Derek lets go of him and backs up just a few steps but the disbelief in his eyes is clearly visible.
“Help…? You thought you could help? You thought you could come help me contain several very out of control werewolves during a full moon? Are you an idiot? Jackson and Erica alone don’t have enough control to keep from killing you, let alone the new beta’s I’ve just bitten. What did you think you’d be able to do?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t really think it through.” Stiles, squeaks out lamely.
Derek laughs, yes, the man just laughed at him. It’s crazy how that sound can be the most embarrassing, yet sexiest sound Stiles has ever heard, all at the same time. The embarrassment wins out in the end and Stiles finds himself becoming defensive.
“Look, why do you even care anyways? What, afraid your conscience won’t be able to take my untimely death or were you afraid I’d somehow get bitten and survive. Yeah, maybe that’s it, you’re just afraid you’ll get stuck with me in your pack!”
“It’s not that at all. It’s… ah hell, you wouldn’t understand.” Derek says with a shrug as he backs off even more.
“Oh, really… try me.” Stiles blurts out stubbornly.
“Look, Stiles, I can’t”
“Can’t or won’t?”
He sees a look of uneasiness in Derek’s eyes and he just wants to shake the man. He wants him to realize he can trust him, with whatever secrets he might hold. He watches as Derek seems to make his decision, he’s half turned away but then sighs loudly and turns back to stare at Stiles for just a moment.
It’s only a split second before wolf boy’s lips are mashed against Stiles’ mouth. It takes him by surprise but still he’s able to respond, to let those sweet lips mesh in tandem with his own. Derek tastes like danger upon his tongue and Stiles wants more… so much more. He can feel the sting of sharp claws pressing into the back of his neck and his left hip but he doesn’t dare to pull away. It’s not because he’s afraid, no this is the most exhilarating feeling Stiles has ever felt in his entire life and his fear is only that it’ll end far too soon.
Because this is more than just mere fantasy playing out…
This is Derek Hale’s body caging his up against the side of the jeep. The man’s lips are hungry and seeking against his mouth. And Stiles can feel the hard outline of the guy’s prick pressing into the front of his jeans with desire. Oh yes, this is way better than fantasy and Stiles still wants more…
He wants more of Derek’s rough tongue and strong hands against his flesh. He needs more of the man’s dark hair wrapped tightly within his grip as he surrenders to kiss after kiss. Reality is so much better than any fucking fantasy he’s ever had and for that, Stiles is admittedly grateful.
So he sighs contentedly within the crook of Derek’s neck as he listens to the man growl possessively into his ear. Something about how he might have lost him and he’s never to do something that stupid ever again. He can feel the scrape of nails against the small of his back and all it proves is what he’s hoped and dreamed for a really long time. That Derek Hale wants and needs him, the otherwise useless human. He wants and needs him, Stiles Stilinski.
And again… reality completely trumps any damn fantasy he’ll ever create within any scope of his imagination and Stiles still yearns for more.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing(s): Stiles/Derek
Word Count: 800
Rating: a low R
Warning(s): sexually suggestive and language
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, that honour goes to the CW. I also don't own the pretty boys, nor do I make any money off the telling of their lovely stories.
Notes: Written for a challenge atbeacon_hills
Summary: Sure, Stiles has fantasized about Derek before, but it was never anything like this.
A/N: This was based off a 100 word drabble I wrote for a prompt atcomment_ficthat I decided to expand upon. Its completely unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. Hope you all enjoy!!
Reality Trumps Fantasy by HPFangirl71
“What to hell were you thinking?” Derek growls out as he slams Stiles’ body against the car door.
Stiles is visibly shaken, I mean who wouldn’t be when confronted by some huge guy screaming just inches from your face but he refuses to let it show.
“What’s your problem, Derek? I mean I know it’s that time of the month but…” Stiles retorts.
His witty sarcasm only fuels the other man’s anger.
“I texted you to get a hold of Scott last night and instead you show up at the house! It’s a full moon, Stiles, so again, what were you thinking?”
Derek’s tirade continues. Stiles is almost certain the red within his eyes is supposed to be frightening but all he can think is how incredibly hot Derek Hale looks right now. Yeah, so what; Stiles has had a few fantasies about the big bad Alpha but it’s nothing he’d ever voice aloud for fear Derek would really bite his head off.
“Look, Scott’s too caught up in this whole breakup with Alison to realize the world’s still turning; I just thought you might need some help.” Stiles replies as he tries to push free of the steel tight grip upon his arms.
Derek lets go of him and backs up just a few steps but the disbelief in his eyes is clearly visible.
“Help…? You thought you could help? You thought you could come help me contain several very out of control werewolves during a full moon? Are you an idiot? Jackson and Erica alone don’t have enough control to keep from killing you, let alone the new beta’s I’ve just bitten. What did you think you’d be able to do?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t really think it through.” Stiles, squeaks out lamely.
Derek laughs, yes, the man just laughed at him. It’s crazy how that sound can be the most embarrassing, yet sexiest sound Stiles has ever heard, all at the same time. The embarrassment wins out in the end and Stiles finds himself becoming defensive.
“Look, why do you even care anyways? What, afraid your conscience won’t be able to take my untimely death or were you afraid I’d somehow get bitten and survive. Yeah, maybe that’s it, you’re just afraid you’ll get stuck with me in your pack!”
“It’s not that at all. It’s… ah hell, you wouldn’t understand.” Derek says with a shrug as he backs off even more.
“Oh, really… try me.” Stiles blurts out stubbornly.
“Look, Stiles, I can’t”
“Can’t or won’t?”
He sees a look of uneasiness in Derek’s eyes and he just wants to shake the man. He wants him to realize he can trust him, with whatever secrets he might hold. He watches as Derek seems to make his decision, he’s half turned away but then sighs loudly and turns back to stare at Stiles for just a moment.
It’s only a split second before wolf boy’s lips are mashed against Stiles’ mouth. It takes him by surprise but still he’s able to respond, to let those sweet lips mesh in tandem with his own. Derek tastes like danger upon his tongue and Stiles wants more… so much more. He can feel the sting of sharp claws pressing into the back of his neck and his left hip but he doesn’t dare to pull away. It’s not because he’s afraid, no this is the most exhilarating feeling Stiles has ever felt in his entire life and his fear is only that it’ll end far too soon.
Because this is more than just mere fantasy playing out…
This is Derek Hale’s body caging his up against the side of the jeep. The man’s lips are hungry and seeking against his mouth. And Stiles can feel the hard outline of the guy’s prick pressing into the front of his jeans with desire. Oh yes, this is way better than fantasy and Stiles still wants more…
He wants more of Derek’s rough tongue and strong hands against his flesh. He needs more of the man’s dark hair wrapped tightly within his grip as he surrenders to kiss after kiss. Reality is so much better than any fucking fantasy he’s ever had and for that, Stiles is admittedly grateful.
So he sighs contentedly within the crook of Derek’s neck as he listens to the man growl possessively into his ear. Something about how he might have lost him and he’s never to do something that stupid ever again. He can feel the scrape of nails against the small of his back and all it proves is what he’s hoped and dreamed for a really long time. That Derek Hale wants and needs him, the otherwise useless human. He wants and needs him, Stiles Stilinski.
And again… reality completely trumps any damn fantasy he’ll ever create within any scope of his imagination and Stiles still yearns for more.