cr: teenwolves-ahead

"You're kidding me, right?' those were the last words you were able to say to Scott before he made you and Stiles drive over to his house with the newly young Derek. You literally had no choice in it, simply because you were the one Derek listened to most. It's not like you were dating, oh you wished. It was more like you both wanted to but didn't want the other in danger. You never knew.

When he disappeared, you were the first to volunteer to try and get him back. You needed to know he was safe, but this was really not what you expected.

Sitting in Stiles' jeep, you tried not to look at Derek too much. He seemed clueless, but at the same time, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, making you feel more embarrassed than usual with the normal Derek.

"You still don't know anything?" Stiles asked him, looking into the mirror. Derek was in the backseat while you took shotgun.

"I'm not an idiot, I'm just young. If you're jealous, Stiles-"

"Okay, guys, how about we sit silently until we reach the house, all right?" you interrupted.

"So one of you has a brain," Derek commented and you let your head fall into your hand.

"You quite like her brain too," Stiles said, pulling over to park, then getting out, making Derek glance over at you.

"Is that true?" he asked you as you opened the door and looked up before closing it.

"Well, yeah, I guess. We kind of- I guess we just flirt a lot. We're not dating or anything. Well-"

"How am I not dating you if we're flirting?" he asked, climbing over the backseat and then sliding out of the car.

"You don't want to get me in danger, according to you," you shrugged, closing the jeep's door and walking over to Stiles who was at the door already.

"Wow I'm an idiot," he said, catching up with you and you stopped, turning to face him. How dare he? Okay, so maybe it was him, but Derek, as you knew him, wasn't an idiot whatsoever. He was an amazing guy who just didn't want you in trouble! He cared more about your safety and you were the only one allowed to call him an idiot. He was your sour idiot.

"Derek Hale is not an idiot! He's a guy with a heart who cares more about my safety than anything and if it wasn't for him, I'd be long dead, all right? So I don't care if you're just a younger version f yourself or whatever, but you can't say you're stupid or say anything negative about him. The only thing I would change about you is that you're blind. As fuck. Okay. Just grow some balls and ask me out and maybe you wouldn't be an idiot," you ranted, knowing that he probably wouldn't even remember this once you turn him back.

"So you do want me to ask you out?" he asked, with one of those boyish smiles. You weren't sure which Derek you loved more, but you did know that he doesn't get less attractive. Wait, love?

"Ugh, whatever," you groaned, throwing your hands up dismissively and storming in behind Stiles into the house, but froze when seeing Scott's dad. "I so can't get used to that," you mumbled out, Derek bumping into you since you abruptly stopped around the corner.

"Uh, Y/n, why don't we just do the homework some other time? I'll wait up for Scott," Stiles told you and you nodded before grabbing Derek by the back of his shirt and pulling him out of the house and down the street, occasionally looking back and hoping Stiles wouldn't be questioned too much.

"Wait, hold on, what's going on?" Derek asked as you were on the pavement again.

"We need to keep you out of sight, as if you don't even exist," you told him, pulling up your bag and your house keys. No one was home from your family, all off doing other stuff, so you had the house for yourself tonight. It happened once in a while, but right now it was pretty handy.

"But I do exist," he said.

"I know that," you rolled your eyes and opened the door, letting both of you in before locking it securely. You made your way into the kitchen and offered him something to eat or drink, but he didn't take it.

"So, umm, do we like, have s-"

"We don't have sex," you sighed out, frustrated that he wouldn't let it go.

"Why not? Seriously, what am i-"

"There's too much stuff going on, and you don't want to just sleep with someone without having feelings for them," you told him, turning with your glass of water in your hand and leaning back against the counters while he took to lean against the doorframe.

"I don't have feelings for you?" he asked, eyes wide. He seemed surprised, but you didn't know why. "But we flirt, right?"

"Yeah, but it's just harmless fun, nothing serious," you shrugged.

"Either your blind or I'm having some stupid moments," he chuckled lightly, walking over to you.

"Excuse you, this is my house," you said, smiling a little.

"What are you going to do about it? Kick me out? People can't know I exist," he whispered, putting the glass of water onto the counter next to you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Okay, maybe his moves don't change in the future.

"Derek-"

"Hmm?" he hummed as he swept the rest of your hair behind your shoulder which put him even closer to you. You tried not to shiver under his touch, but he could hear your heart beating. "You okay?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as you swallowed and tried to pulled back from him, leaning your back further until your head touched the wall cabinet, staring right into his eyes which were the only thing you could see from that distance.

"It's not you, it'd be weird-"

"Come on, live a little," his eyes smiling and shining from the ideas swirling in his head. He didn't understand why he hadn't done this yet, and he didn't want to stop now. Now is as good a time as any, right? "Or do you not want-"

"No, no, it's not that but you won't remember it-"

"All the more reason," he said dipping his head to press his lips to the corner of yours.

"Oh what the hell, I hate you," you sighed before he let out a light chuckle and kissed you, tilting your head back once you lifted your arms and wound them around his neck. Even now, he was still a few inches taller than you, which you loved. The ability to not having to bend your arms too much to reach his hair as you tugged on it while his tongue met yours, the kiss being one of the most passionate you had ever shared with anyone. You loved it.

His arms ran down your sides,

squeezing at your waist, just admiring and appreciating every curve and bump that you may feel insecure about. He finally just hugged you right to his body, one arm around your back, the other picking you up under your butt as you squealed, the movement and contact coming as a surprise. He chuckled as you giggled and looked down at him since he had lifted you up.

"Where's your room?"

"Down the hall to the left," you panted as he nodded quickly and attacked your neck with kisses, encouraging you to wind your legs around his waist, doing his best to hold you up as he walked, following your directions.

You couldn't help but giggle every few moments before just lowering your head to suck on a spot on his neck and he gave up with his own kisses on your skin, letting out a small groan before he found the door and pushed it open before putting you down on the bed and climbing on top of you. "You okay?" he asked as you were still smiling while pulling your sweater off.

"I'm just perfect," you nodded, biting your lip as you threw your top onto a chair already piling up clothes you rejected that morning to wear.

Even though you would look perfect in anything, what you wore had to reflect your mood, and you really weren't regretting your choice of dress, just slightly maybe.

"That you are," he practically moaned as you unbuttoned the top of your dress and revealing more cleavage before your whole bra was on show. He bit his lips before looking right at you and his lips found your neck again as your hands pushed his top further up on his torso before he let you take it off, his lips leaving your skin for a second before they were back on your collarbone.

"Shit," you breathed out as his mouth travelled south, to your bra and he kissed the valley between your breasts before the top of each of them, but he didn't even touch the clothing covering them, sending you closer to the edge just a little bit more, a moan forcing its way past your lips.

You could feel his lips pull into a smirk as he reached his hands to your knees and pulled them up so he could kneel between them, his lips now on yours, tongue constantly caressing yours.

Bliss swelled up in your chest as well as your stomach while one of his hands slid slowly and softly up your legs, stroking your thigh before he pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist and he put his covered crotch to yours, causing a whimper to be let free into the room. You gasped as you felt his fingers dance around the are you needed him so desperately now while one of your hands just tugged at his hair while he continued to kiss you more and more passionately, your panting breaths being released into the room in an uneven rhythm and you shivered as his finger pressed against your bundle of nerves down there, pleasure spreading out through your torso as a wavering sigh tumbled into his mouth.

You whimpered again as you tried to tell him you needed him, but since he was still so focused on your mouth, you couldn't.

Instead, you reached your hand down, brushing against his skin on his stomach before undoing his jeans and slipping your hand onto him over his briefs. He pulled back and hissed immediately, giving in to your pleading and pulling your underwear down before pushing his jeans down his legs and letting them fall to the ground with his briefs. The moment you realised you were both bear, you moaned out again before his lips attacked yours once more and you let go of his hair to reach into your bedside cabinet, momentarily breaking your kiss as you found the packet of contraception Kira gave you to hide from her parents.

She wouldn't mind. She probably wouldn't even realise. Anyway, this was an emergency.

"You're prepared," he chuckled as you pulled one out of the pack and then threw it back into the drawer before opening the packet.

"I'm hiding it for a friend," you said before giving him the now opened packet and he pulled out the condom before slipping it on.

"Or you're hopeful?" he smirked before slipping a hand under your back and you arched it, gasping slightly as you felt his length touch your entrance. You couldn't wait, you'd beg, you'd do whatever, but you needed him, and you needed him now.

"Fuck, come on," you whined as he only slipped his hand down and pushing a finger inside of you and you immediately moaned as he also attached his lips to your neck again, just below your ear.

"You want to be a little louder?" he asked as he curled his finger up and you became a mess, moaning a groaning since he found the spot that washed more pleasure up your body. He watched you with a satisfied smirk before pulling his finger out and pushing his length into you instead, keeping his movements fluent, determined to please you more.

As he asked, you were even louder, each hit feeling better and better as he also started to release noises of enjoyment. The two of you filled the ground floor with your voices and by the time your body shook with your release you were sure that if anyone would have been home, they would have run straight out in fear of seeing the actions that caused the sounds.

"Holy shit," Derek sighed out once both of you finished and he could actually talk. He threw the condom into the bin right next to your cabinet and lay on his side next to you as you pulled your covers over the two of you, laying on your back, turning your head to look at him.

"I wonder if you get better as you grow up," you joked and he only smirked.

"Most definitely. You can look forward to that," he nodded.