teen wolf stories

my anchor || d.h.

"This is unacceptable!" Derek screamed, punching the wall next to him and drilling a hole in it, "What has gotten into you last night? You could have hurt yourself!"

"Oh for goodness' sake, Derek!" You roared, rolling your eyes and making him stop to glare at you, stunned, "You don't have to make fuss about me helping Isaac. I was around. I helped him. Deal with it."

"I know, I know. Still... You are my anchor!" He knitted his brows together, frowning. "You shouldn't be going around and calming my betas down. That's not your job."

"Yeah, I'm aware it's not," A sigh slipped past your lips, while you crossed your arms, leaning against a mahogany wooden desk, "But Isaac is my friend, if you don't remember."

"I do."

"Then what is this about? Jealousy?"

"Maybe... Fine, it is. I'm insanely jealous of you," He dropped his shoulders in defeat during his confession, "I'm sorry, Y/N. It's just... I love you so damn much. It pains me to think one day you might wake up and finally realise I'm a monster. I know you'll leave me eventually. I don't know if I can handle that."

Upon hearing his touching speech, your face softened, quickly abandoning its angered traits. There was no way you could stay mad at him for long. And although you understood, it didn't mean you would allow this kind of jealousy. Derek Hale had been your boyfriend for nearly two years now. He should know better than attack, and threaten, his own beta because you got Lahey under control when he flipped during the lacrosse game last night. It wasn't a big deal. Anyone would have done the same, you were just the lucky one who happened to be around at the time.

"Derek, don't ever doubt my love for you," Moving toward him, you got hold of his bearded cheeks and gently stroked them, staring deep into those beautiful green eyes, "Plus, I could never see you anything else than the man I love, which means you are sort of stuck with me. For life."

Wearing his best smile, he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you closer and devouring your lips with his in a loving kiss. Your hands crawled throughout his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin until they linked behind his neck, gluing your bodies together. The dark haired man chuckled, lowering his touch until it reached your bottom. He gave you a firm squeeze there.

A breathy moan left your lips.

"You really don't know what that sound does to me," Derek mumbled, scattering sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your collarbones, your head thrown back, "Actually, you don't know what you do to me."

"Yeah? What do I do?" Your bottom lip was locked between your teeth while you gave him a lustful look, "Tell me, babe."

"You drive me crazy, Y/N," He whispered, in a hoarse voice, slowly getting down on his knees, "You make me want to take off all your clothes just so I can see what's hidden underneath. You make me want to savour your body, use my tongue to please you in ways you have never imagined-"

Before Hale could continue teasing you by telling the things he would do to you, however, two solid knocks broke the moment. His grip on your hips tightened as he growled, angrily.

"What?"

"Derek, we need to talk," Surprisingly, the voice belonged to Scott McCall and it did sound nervous, "It's important."

"Later," Your boyfriend mumbled, sucking the skin of your lower belly. "I'm in the middle of something important."

"Come on!" This time Stiles pleaded, seeming just as uneasy as Scott. "It's about the werepanther, we think we might have a clue on who it is."

With an exhale, you leaned in to peck Hale's lips and, afterwards, moved away from him, going straight to the door. Once the two clumsy boys saw you, they suddenly understood why the sour wolf was so reluctant on talking to them, there was no person in the world who liked to be interrupted in such private moments.

You chuckled, finding their confused, scared faces amusing, then, right after giving them a warm, assuring smile, you glanced over your shoulder, toward where Derek stood.

"I'll wait five minutes, if you're late, I'll start without you."

In the way to your bedroom, you were still able to hear his mad yells, which made you laugh. It was so much fun to mess with Derek, within seconds he would've already lost his temper. Even more when you brought the teasing card. 

Sat on the corner of your bed, you unbuttoned your jeans, tossing them aside, by your black sneakers who were already off. The flannel Metallica t-shirt went next and you were left in your underwear. Then you lied down, staring at the white ceiling, thinking about him once more, about the hurt on his eyes when thinking of you leaving.

With a sigh, you thought that, if this was what it took to keep him aware of how much you loved him, you wouldn't mind one bit.