Teen wolf x reader smut and fluff

Derek hale smut

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I let the loft door slam into the wall as I flung it open, storming in with Derek hot on my heels. To say I was pissed didn't even cover the half of it. I was absolutely fuming.

"Really, Y/N?" he asked sarcastically. God, I could practically hear the eye roll as he pulled the door closed behind him. Biting my tongue, I simply ignored him and removed my jacket with tight, quick movements, kicking off my shoes next. "At least look at me." I pursed my lips, keeping my eyes off of him. Just as I turned to head to the bathroom, a firm grip on my arm stopped me. "Dammit, Y/N!" Derek growled, spinning me to face him.

"Get the hell off of me," I spat, yanking free of his hold. His green eyes were burning with anger and annoyance as we stared each other down.

"Do you not understand that this is just what I do?" His tone was condescending and brittle, sending a new wave of heated anger through me.

"You could have died, Derek!" I yelled, my lips pulled back in a near-snarl.

"We could die at any time, Y/N. It's just part of our lives, how we live," he countered. I huffed loudly, narrowing my eyes at him.

"I'm well aware of that," I gritted out between clenched teeth. "But how do you think I feel when I see you getting slashed to hell, covered in blood, practically a dead man walking? Huh? How about when I have to run over to your limb body laying on the ground and pray that you're still breathing?" My voice was rising with every phrase, every word that flew from my lips. I wasn't aware of what I was saying at this point, just that all the pent-up emotion was coming out.

"I heal," Derek growled, stepping closer until he was right there in front of me.

"And what about the time when I get over to you and it's too late? When I have to watch you die a horrible death!" I screamed, the tears finally breaking free in angry half-sobs. Something flared in Derek's eyes, but he didn't back down.

"You knew what you signed up for," he said, staring me right in the eye. I held his rage filled gaze for a few more moments before shaking my head and throwing my hands up in defeat. "Why do I even try anymore, Derek? What is the damn point?"

Nothing. No response, just an angry glare. Spinning on my heel, I ran both hands through the knotty mess on my head, wanting nothing more than a hot shower to help wash away all my tension and anger.

However, someone had other plans.

"You aren't going anywhere." Grabbing me once again, Derek pulled me against him, his fiery eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before his mouth was crashing into my own. I was startled to say the least. Still full of anger, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could, just barely managing to shove him a few inches away.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled. The snarl on Derek's face scared me just the smallest bit, but I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on to no end.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had me pressed firmly against the wall, trapping me in the cage of his arms and pinning me with his hips. Derek's mouth was on mine again, still just as harsh and demanding, but this time I didn't fight him. Instead, I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him even closer.

Well, this was one way to let the emotions out.

He nipped at my bottom lip, making me release an involuntary moan. Derek took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside, tangling with mine and tasting the inside of my mouth. I found myself grinding against his thigh that he had pressed between my legs, needing some sort of friction to ease the burn inside of me. Derek broke our sloppy kiss, moving to whisper in my ear.

"How wet are you for me, baby?" he asked, voice rough and low. My head fell back against the wall as he pushed his leg up just the right amount to add more pressure.

"Soaked," I managed, my voice wrecked and broken. Derek smirked before attacking my neck, biting and sucking, while his hands moved under the dirty fabric of my shirt to palm my breasts roughly. "Derek!"

"I need to be inside you, Y/N," he mumbled against my throat, sending vibrations through my whole body. All I could do was moan in response, clawing at Derek's shirt, wanting to feel his skin. In a flurry of movement, we were both mostly undressed, items thrown haphazardly around. Derek's eyes scanned my body, and he let out a low growl before scooping me up and striding quickly to the bed, dropping me unceremoniously.

He watched as I bounced a few times, I watched as he kicked his jeans and boxers away.

Damn.

And then Derek was kissing me again, body hovering over mine so that I could feel the heat from his skin radiating off of him. I couldn't help but run my fingers all over that perfect flesh, healed so nicely that there wasn't even a single fucking scar left behind. And then I was on my stomach, ass in the air with Derek behind me, his chest pressed to my back.

"Shit," he whispered, running his fingers through my folds. His breath fanned over the back of my neck, making me shiver. Derek pushed in two fingers, pumping them quickly and making me whimper into the mattress. "You weren't kidding when you said you were soaked, baby."

"Just fuck me already!" I pleaded, my body desperate for more, more of him. With a growl that rumbled through him and into me, Derek pushed into me in one quick movement, making me cry out at the feeling of being so filled so suddenly.

"I will never get enough of this tight little pussy," he said, biting my earlobe a bit harshly. There was something different in his movements tonight, in the way he was handling all this. It was all more...intense.

"Derek!" I shouted, followed immediately by a moan as he hit that perfect spot inside of me that sent me absolutely reeling. Sweat was already coating our bodies, making our skin slide against one another in the most delicious way. Derek tangled a hand in my hair, pushing it to the side so he could press his lips to my shoulder.

"Come on, Y/N," he urged. "Come for me. Wanna feel you squeeze around me, baby." He brought a hand around to my front to rub tight little circles around my clit, sending me over the edge with a sharp scream. Pleasure flooded my veins like a damn tidal wave in the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced. Derek's pace got sloppy, his hips snapping and faltering at a desperate pace, until he let out a loud snarl, his teeth digging into the flesh of my shoulder as he came.

I gasped loudly, the action actually sending me spiraling into another orgasm, Derek groaning against me as he slowed down, bringing us both down. We laid there for what felt like ages, both exhausted and panting. I hadn't even noticed that he had pulled out of me carefully before he started peppering kisses all over the back of my shoulders and neck. Derek rolled to the side, pulling me close.

That's when I felt it.

It was just a dull throb, not really anything painful, more just making its presence known. My eyes snapped open to find serious green ones already staring intently at me.

"Did- did you just...bite me?" I asked, uncertainty in my tone. Derek brought a hand up and cup my face, his thumb rubbing over my cheek bone.

"I marked you," he stated simply. I blinked up at him, not knowing what the hell that meant.

"When a werewolf finds its mate, they mark them so that other werewolves know that's someone else's territory." It took a few moments for me to comprehend the true gravity of what that meant, but when I did, my heart felt like it swelled five sizes inside of my chest. Tears were forming in my eyes and Derek must have seen because he chuckled lightly before pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You've felt it, too, haven't you? That pull. That's why all those fights, everything we've been through, we always end up right back here. We can't bear to live without each other."

"Derek..."

"Sorry, baby," he said. "You're stuck with me." Although it was a joke, I couldn't stop the few stray tears from falling down onto the pillow.

"I love you, Derek Hale," I whispered, snuggling closer into his chest.