Stiles: "I can't get you out of my head."
Derek: "Why would you want to?"
Stiles: "Because you drive me crazy."
Derek: "And you drive me wild."
Stiles: "You set me on fire."
Derek: "And I wouldn't want it any other way."
Stiles: "...I can't sleep."
Derek: "...Want me to stay with you?"
Stiles: "...I'm cold."
Derek: "...Come here, I'll keep you warm."
Stiles: "...I had a nightmare."
Derek: "...I've got you. You're safe with me."
Stiles was furious, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and frustration. "Why do you have to be such a damn dick all the time?" he snapped, jabbing a finger into Derek's chest.
Derek's jaw tightened, and he caught Stiles' wrist in a firm grip, not allowing him to pull it away. "And why do you always have to run your mouth?" he retorted, his voice rough and low.
"Oh, really?" Stiles snorted, leaning in closer. "Maybe if you weren't such a grumpy sour-wolf all the time, I wouldn't"
*Derek's nostrils flared as he leaned in as well, their faces only a few inches apart now.*
"You're so goddamn annoying," he growled, his grip on Stiles' wrist tightening just a touch.
*Stiles, despite the anger, couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest. Damnit, why did Derek have to be so attractive even when he was being a jerk?*
*Derek seemed to notice Stiles' reaction, a flicker of understanding passing over his face. But then he clenched his jaw, as if trying to reign in his own emotions.*
"Stop looking at me like that," he said firmly, his eyes not leaving Stiles'.
*Stiles, taken aback by the request, tried to scoff, but his voice was uneven.* "Like what?" he managed to say.*
"You know what I'm talking about," Derek replied, his voice taking on a different tone now.
*He leaned in even closer, the space between them feeling like it was closing with each passing second.*
"You look at me like you want something," he said quietly, his gaze intense and focused solely on Stiles.*
"You know what I'm talking about," Derek replied, his voice taking on a different tone now.
*He leaned in even closer, the space between them feeling like it was closing with each passing second.*
"You look at me like you want something," he said quietly, his gaze intense and focused solely on Stiles.*
*Stiles swallowed hard, the air between them crackling with tension. He tried to push away the feeling that was blossoming in his chest, the fluttering of his heart, the heat spreading through his body.*
*But Derek was so damn close, and he could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes, his scent surrounding him and making it harder to think clearly.*
*He wanted to protest, to deny it, but the words got stuck in his throat.*
Derek-“You were wrong.”
Stiles-“Oh yeah, about what?”
Derek-“You said I only care about myself. But I care about you. I’ve only ever cared about you.”
Derek-“You’re going to get yourself killed one day, and I don’t want to be there to watch it happen.”
Stiles-“Well, maybe you should come over here and stop it then.”
Derek-“Why would I do that?”
Stiles-“Because you care about me.”
Derek-“You really think that, don’t you?”
Stiles-“I know you do. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me.”
Derek-“fine, your right I do care...”
*Derek's gaze drifts over Stiles' body, taking in every detail.*
Derek: You drive me insane.
Stiles: *grins* It's one of my many talents.
Derek: *voice thick with desire* You're a brat.
Stiles: *whispers* Your favorite brat.
Derek: You're a goddamn menace.
Stiles: A charming, irresistible menace.
Derek: More like an infuriating pain in my ass.
Stiles: Your favorite pain in the ass.
Derek: You're impossible.
Stiles: Impossible to resist.
Derek: *lets out a low growl* I swear, I'm gonna -
Stiles: You gonna what?
*Derek's eyes narrow and he moves closer, his face barely an inch away from Stiles*
Derek: *low growl* Don't tempt me, Stilinski.
*Stiles can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he swallows hard as he tries to keep his composure*
Stiles: *taunting* What, afraid you can't handle me?
*Derek lets out a guttural growl and grabs Stiles by the collar, pulling him closer*
Derek: *voice thick with anger and lust* I can handle you just fine, you brat.
*Stiles lets out a small gasp as Derek grabs him, but continues to smirk defiantly*
Stiles: *taunts* Prove it.
*Derek's eyes flash with a mix of lust and irritation. He can feel his control slipping as the urge to shut Stiles up grows stronger*
Derek: *growls* You really don't know when to quit, do you?
Stiles:Nope
Derek: You’re a goddamn nuisance.
Stiles: And you’re goddamn hot.
Derek: *rolls his eyes as he blushes slightly. He grabs Stiles' jaw and pins him against the wall* You’re annoying.
Stiles: *grins* But you love me anyway.
Derek: *looks away* No I don't..
Stiles: *turns Derek's head so now he is facing him* You know you do
Derek: *smiles* Maybe I do or don't who knows
Stiles: I know.. that you love me
Derek: Correct Stilinski *kisses Stiles*
Stiles: *looks up at Derek, their faces inches apart* You're the hottest person I've ever laid eyes on.
Derek: *growls and moves closer* And you're the most infuriating person I've ever met.
Stiles: *grins and leans in* You love it.
*Derek leans in as well, his lips hovering mere centimeters from Stiles' own*
Derek: *whispers* Shut up before I shut you up.
*Stiles' smirk grows wider and he licks his lips*
Stiles: *teasingly* What? Gonna make me?
*Derek's eyes darken with lust as he grabs Stiles by the hips and pulls him onto his lap*
Derek: *growls* You're pushing it, Stilinski.
*Stiles lets out a low gasp as he feels Derek's hands on his hips, but still grins*
Stiles: *teases* Maybe I want to push it. You just gonna sit there and let me?
*Derek's grip tightens as he looks up, his eyes filled with lust and a hint of irritation*
Derek: You have no idea what you're doing.
Stiles: *leans in and whispers in his ear* Oh, but I think I do.
"I think I get it now." Stiles said walking into Derek's loft.
"Get what." He questioned.
"Why you're still single." Stiles said as he set some pizza boxes on the table.
"Oh yeah, and why's that?" Derek said as he leaned against the counter.
"Well, you have terrible taste in everything."
"Like what?"
"Movies, music, clothes..." Stiles said as he went to take a slice of pizza.
"Ugh... Rude" Derek said while rolling his eyes and steals Stiles pizza
D: I need a human I can trust.
S: I got you man.
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S: Derek, what the hell was that?
D: What was what?
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S: Can I ask you something?
D: No.
S: But you didn't even let me ask-
D: I already knew the question.
S: I could've surprised you, you have no idea.
D: You could never surprise me
Stiles: "You're my favorite person." (5x01)
Derek: "Mine too." (5x05)
Stiles: "What are best friends for?" (3x07)
Derek: "For this." (3x07)
Stiles: "You're lucky your ass is so fine." (5x10)
Derek: "I'm lucky about a lot of things." (5x10)
Sorry for not posting quotes, I didn't have any in mind to write until now lol I hope you guys enjoy it :)
Stiles: "You don't have to try so hard to push people away."
Derek: "It's not a try. It comes quite naturally.".
Derek: "Why are you following me? Aren't you worried about what people will think?".
Stiles: "No. I never worry about what people think, unless I'm in a police station; having just been arrested."
Derek: "What do I look like to you?".
Stiles: "A hot, older guy."
Stiles: "Can I try something?"
Derek: "Do you have to ask every time?"
Stiles: "Yes, I do. Because you're grumpy and you might kick my ass."
Derek: "I'm only gonna kick your ass if you try something dumb."
Stiles: "Fine. Can I try something possibly dumb?"
Derek: "Get on with it, before I change my mind."
Credits: Google I found this gif on Google
Derek watches Stiles, his eyes fixated on every move the boy makes. There’s something about Stiles that gets under Derek’s skin, making him feel things he doesn’t understand. He can’t help but notice the way Stiles fidgets nervously and avoids eye contact, a stark contrast to Derek’s own fierce and determined demeanor.
Derek approaches Stiles, standing closer than necessary. "You’re nervous,” he observes, his voice low and rough. "Why?"
Stiles gulps, feeling the warmth of Derek's body next to his. Every instinct in him tells him to back away, but something about Derek's presence is strangely comforting.
"Uh, I-I'm not nervous," he stammers, avoiding eye contact. His heart is racing, betraying his words.
Derek smirks, seeing right through Stiles' lie. "You're a terrible liar."
Derek takes a step closer, his chest nearly touching Stiles' now. He can hear the steady beat of Stiles' heart, racing like a runaway train.
"Your heart is pounding," he says, his voice a mere whisper. His breath is warm against Stiles' skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Derek's eyes narrow, studying Stiles' face intently. He can smell the fear and nervousness radiating off the boy, but there's something else there too.Something intriguing.
He reaches out, placing a hand on Stiles' shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Relax," he says, his voice low. "I won't hurt you."
Derek's eyes soften, but only just slightly. There's something about this boy that makes him want to break his own rules.