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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilisnki
  Additional Tags:
      FemStiles!, Mates, PWP, Anchors, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-12 Words: 2677
****** You ground me ******
by ratonzita
Summary
     Stiles slowly opened her eyes and sat up on her bed. She turned to
     the window and there he was.
     “Derek?”
     The moon wasn’t full, but it shone upon Derek’s figure bright enough
     for Stiles to see him in the dark. He was breathing hard and flexing
     his hands.
     “Derek, what’s wrong?”
Stiles was having a peaceful sleep until she wasn’t. Somewhere along the
battles against the supernatural, she had improved her hearing and developed a
sense for any supernatural disturbance. Well, that’s not entirely true, she
only knew now how to perceive Derek (sort of… he still managed to sneak up on
her and spook her most of the time, okay, always). It was a feeling in her gut,
a change in the ambiance that only appeared whenever Derek was in the same room
as her.
Stiles slowly opened her eyes and sat up on her bed. She turned to the window
and there he was.
“Derek?”
The moon wasn’t full, but it shone upon Derek’s figure bright enough for Stiles
to see him in the dark. He was breathing hard and flexing his hands.
“Derek, what’s wrong?”
She pushed away from the covers and, in three steps, was in front of him. She
started reaching out to him, but he shook his head and gave her a slow once-
over. A chill went up her spine as she realized how very little clothing she
was wearing: only her panties and a spaghetti strap. She blushed.
“I-it’s a hot night, ‘kay?”, she hissed and crossed her arms, covering her
chest and perked up nipples because they were getting a bit of attention.
“Anyway, what’s wrong?”
“I- I can’t…control my shift.” He frowned and breathed deeply. And Stiles could
now see the small changes as the shift came and go rapidly. “I was in the woods
and I- I stepped on something, I think? It made me- go almost feral in- a
matter of seconds.”
Derek kept looking at her legs. Stiles rose her hands and turned to put on some
shorts.
“Okay. So, is your anchor still anger? Because I have notrouble with pissing
you off. In fact, it-”
She yelped as Derek hugged her from behind, trapping her arms down at her sides
with his. She could feel his chest on her back like a blanket with the heat
coming off of him. Derek nosed her hair and followed slowly a trail down to her
neck on her right side, where her hair wasn’t in the way, and let out a soft
rumble. She could have sworn that was a purr. She felt it all the way to her
bones.
Stiles shivered. “D-Derek?”
Like lighting, Derek put her at arm’s length, making space between them without
letting her go. She turned around slowly; Derek’s hands resting lightly on her
waist. He was panting and trembling slightly, shaking his head. Stiles took a
step forward and put her hand on his arm.
“Y-You ground me,” Derek whispered like he was dying inside by confessing that.
Stiles heartbeat went overdrive. Because that meant Stiles was his anchor. She
was his anchor. Derek’s grip on her waist tightened; he knew she understood his
meaning.
“Okay,” she squeaked and bit her lower lip. “Okay. Uhh, so I, what do I do? And
don’t expect magic because I’m not magic.”
“Talk.”
“Um… okay. Okay. Talk. I can do that. Any subject, in particular, you’d like to
discuss? Like how and when did I become your anchor.? And why?” Derek grunted
as his hands squeezed her a bit. “I wasn’t supposed to ever find out, huh?” She
whispered. Derek nodded. “Why not? I, huh, probably because I’d ask and you
didn’t want that because you hate words.” Derek growled quietly. “Fine.
Something else.” She nibbled her lower lip, but couldn’t think of anything
else. Her mind was racing with so many possibilities at the unwilling
confession. Derek whined. She huffed. “Fine. So, what else? Oh! You were
smelling me. So my scent helps?” He nodded. “Okay then, big guy. Put your nose
on my neck.” She offered by pushing her head back and to the side.
Derek’s hands spasmed and his head shook violently. “I’m not in control. I-
could hurt you.”
She frowned at him “That’s bullshit.” She took his face in both of her hands.
“You would never hurt me.” Derek shook his head and frowned with his eyes
closed. “In fact, you have never hurt me, except that time with my jeep’s
steering wheel, which still ouch, but I get it: I pimped you out. But the rest
of the time? You’ve done your fucking best to keep me alive and safe. I trust
you.” She pushed his face towards her neck, he resisted only a little. “So let
it go. Don’t try to regain control. Let go and, just,” she blushed, “just focus
on my scent.”
As Derek opened his eyes, the shift took over. His electric blue eyes were
staring at her neck. Stiles nudged him forward once more. He whined low and
buried himself where her shoulder met her neck. Stiles gulped and steadied her
breathing. Derek’s fangs were dangerously close to her veins, she should not be
aroused by this. To distract herself, she stroked Derek’s back and scalp. His
hair was soft.
Slowly, the tension left Derek’s muscles. Slowly, Stiles felt how the fangs
retreated, leaving soft lips against her skin. She shivered.
“How are you doing, big guy?” She whispered. The moment felt sacred somehow.
Derek hugged her tighter and slid his nose up her neck a bit. She gasped
silently. “Your heart’s beating fast.”
“Yeah, well,” she cleared her voice, “I kinda have a werewolf all over me.” A
really hot werewolf, to whom she was attracted on all levels. “And I told you
to focus on scent, smart ass, not hearing.”
“You’re not scared.” She felt him frown as he nuzzled her shoulder. “You like
it.”
“I-”
Stiles had no idea what to say. No idea whatsoever what words were at that
moment.
Derek trailed his nose from her shoulder to her neck, up to her jaw and cheek,
to her nose and delicately, so sweetly, kissed her on the lips. Stiles'
surprise squeak was engulfed by him, yet the surprise quickly vanished; her
hands twisted up on his shirt. It had always headed towards this point. But
soon Derek was pushing them apart again, with a wild look on his face. He
started trembling again.
“Derek, what’s wrong?” she frowned. Everything was more than okay with the
turning of events from her side. Her lips still tingled. “You were doing so
good.”
So good, indeed. She internally shrugged hot thoughts. Derek was in trouble;
she couldn’t be thinking about removing clothes. Well, she could (and she often
did), just not at that specific moment.
Derek rested their foreheads together. “You’re seventeen.”
Her frown got deeper. Her age was the problem? OH.
“Oh, oh, you like me.” She could have sworn Derek’s ears turned pink. “You like
me like me.” Derek tensed up again. “Hey, hey. It’s okay.” She bit her lower
lip and quietly confessed. “I like you like you, too, Sourwolf.”
Derek relaxed a tiny bit. She kissed him. Yet it was only a peck, as Derek
turned his nose to her cheek, rubbing back and forth.
 “You’re seventeen.”
She huffed. “I’m very aware of my age. I’m also very aware of how many life or
death situations we’ve been at.” Derek growled low. “Also how many times I’ve
saved your ass. I think all my good thinking entitles me to make adult
choices.” She took Derek’s face between her hands again, giving him an Eskimo
kiss. “Besides, you are not her.” He tensed up again, yet Stiles knew just how
to relax him. “And I’m far smarter than you.”
Derek snorted and Eskimo kissed her back. “That you are.” Stiles tried to kiss
him again but Derek again dodged with a groan in his throat. “Stiles, I-
I can’t… I’m not entirely in control over here.”
She bit her lip and scratched his scalp. “What does that mean?” He whined low
and pulled her closer.
“I won’t stop.” He muttered. Her next intake of breath wasn’t steady.
“And that’s bad because…?”
His hands tightened on her back. “I want to ruin you. Make you mine.” He
growled into her ear as he pulled her even closer. They were pressed together,
touching points all over their bodies. “To drown you in my scent.”
She trembled from head to toe. The words stroke her deep, moved something in
her she didn’t know was there, to begin with. That’s a lie. She always knew it
was there.
“Yours…?” She gulped, blushing intensely. “I’m already yours, Derek Hale. You
had me at ‘This is private property’.”
She had barely finished talking when he kissed her fiercely, picking her up.
Her legs immediately hugged his waist as her back hit softly the wall. Yet her
lips were abandoned as she started needing oxygen. His lips attached themselves
to her neck, biting, sucking, licking. She was going to have hickeys all over
the place. She arched into him, moaning quietly. His hands tenderly roamed free
on her sides and legs.
For not being in control, he was being quite careful with her.
She started tugging at his shirt. Fewer clothes were definitely a necessity. He
set her on the bed, pulled it off, and dived back in to kiss every part of her.
She answered as enthusiastically as now she had all that skin to touch. He was
licking her clavicles when she suddenly found herself without her shirt. She
would call out an abuse of supernatural speed, but she really didn’t care as
Derek pinned her wrists to the bed and started greeting her boobs, and very
sensible nipples, like an old lover.
“D-Derek…”
She was writhing against his hold by the time he started leaving a trail of
kisses all over her abdomen. She held her breath as he reached her panties. His
eyes glowed blue as he tugged them down with his teeth.
“Oh my god.”
A smirk settled as her heart went into overdrive. Once they were off, he went
back up to her lips releasing his hold and let his fingers light-feather touch
her legs. Her hands immediately went to his pants. With some mysterious and
magical way, she managed to rip them open and pushed them down and off with her
legs. Underneath he had black boxer briefs.
Stiles nudged his shoulder and he went along until his back hit the bed. Now
she was on top. She grabbed his wrists and pinned him down. Of course, she was
under no delusion that she actually had him immobilized, yet he was letting her
be in control. He was letting her, asking her, to take care of him. She bit her
lip smilingly.
She slowly kissed all of his face and neck, taking her time. When she reached
his shoulder though, she bit him earning a loud groan from Derek. She smirked
and continued over his chest and those illegal abs. She let go of his wrists
and sat up as his hands immediately went to her hip and found their way to her
butt cheeks. She took off his last piece of clothing. Before Derek could do
anything, she grabbed his dick and licked it from bottom to top. Derek shredded
her sheets with his claws. She then focused on the tip, licking it and sucking
it lightly, mindful of her teeth. But Derek’s patience seemed to be thin as he
pulled her up into his lap, kissed her thoroughly and switched their places.
He loomed over her, just looking for a moment. She made quite the picture:
darkened eyes, swollen red lips, rose-colored cheeks, beard burn all over her
neck and breasts, hickeys gaining color against her pale skin. She brushed his
hair back. That pushed him into motion once again. He covered all of her with
kisses until he was again at face level with her hip. He flashed her his eyes
once again, causing her to tremble, and went to meet her clit.
“Oh my god! Derek!” Stiles' hands flailed until she rested one on his head
while the other grasped the ragged sheets. She then lost control of her voice.
There were sounds coming out of her that she had never made before; not on her
own at least.
Derek didn’t stop there. Alongside his very skillful tongue, his fingers made
an appearance, making everything a tad much. She was overwhelmed, but she knew
how big Derek was, she had him in her mouth, for fuck's sake. A bit of
stretching wouldn’t be bad. And, lord, was it not bad at all.
She was breathing heavily like each breath was difficult to take. She tugged
his hair, wanting to kiss him and just for him to replace his fingers with his
fucking cock already.
“Bossy,” Derek muttered against her lips.
Of course, she said that out loud. But she didn’t give a damn right then as
Derek pulled her hips slightly upwards and, in one swift move, he bottomed out.
Her breath hitched.
Even though Derek stilled, giving her time to adjust, he couldn’t help make
small, aborted thrusts. He was trembling as if he was forcing himself to hold
back. Stiles tried to mover their hips along, but she didn’t have much
leverage. Stiles huffed. “Come on, Derek. I won’t break.”
Derek shook harder. One of his hands opened and closed repeatedly over her hip,
while the other supported his weight on the bed. Stiles kissed him softly,
pushing him slightly so he’d roll over leaving her on top once again. He went
along easily. Stiles hugged his neck and circled her hips. Derek embraced her,
hiding his face in her neck, trying to stop her movements without real effort.
She rode him slowly, teasingly, but Derek wasn’t giving in. She then rolled her
hips pointedly, hard. Derek groaned. Stiles pulled him back by his hair and
kissed him fiercely.
“Derek Hale,” she called breathlessly, “stop being such a Sourwolf, and fuck me
like you mean it.”
Derek’s eyes shone bright blue and flipped them over. All pretense at some
control left the room. He thrust hard stealing her breath and with his eyebrows
dared her to say something.
Stiles’ eyes showed mischief, she smirked. “That all you got, wolf?”
And Derek rose to the bait. He pounded into her.
“Yes!” Stiles moaned loudly and held on tightly to his back, digging her bitten
nails in.
Soon they were close to the edge.
After one, two, four thrusts, time suspended for Stiles. With her back arched
and a silent moan with Derek’s name, she felt from far away his fangs on her
shoulder, felt them break skin and draw blood. His back tensed even more under
her hands and he stilled inside her, releasing a low growl.
When she came back to herself, Derek’s head was resting over her breasts,
embracing her tightly and closely. Their legs were tangled. Her hands went to
his hair, softly caressing. Between a breath and the next, Derek’s head perked
up and he looked at her with wide eyes.
“I hurt you. I bit you.”
Stiles shrugged, trying to overlook her shoulder. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Derek’s hand came up to the bite. “I- you. Why did you let me? Do you even know
what this means?”
She shrugged again. “That you enjoyed yourself that much?” She bit her lower
lip. “I don’t mind. I kinda liked it.”
“Stiles, this…” He groaned and hid his face in her breasts.
“What?” She pulled his face up by his hair. “It’s okay, Derek. So I’ll have a
scar with your mark. I really really don’t mind.”
“It’s forever,” he whispered. “It means we’re mated now. And wolves-”
Mate for life was left unsaid. But Stiles got it.
She blushed deeply and cleared her voice. “So you can’t get away from me, huh,
Sourwolf?” She smoothed out his perpetual scowl and smiled shyly. “Good.”
Before Derek could ask her if it really was okay and if she understood clearly
what it entailed, she pecked him and shimmied her way down, so her head would
be on his chest.
“You ground me too.”
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