Not a Dog (Derek Hale x Reader)

Derek growled softly in annoyance, the werewolf in him telling him to run, to flee, to escape the danger before him, but he couldn't. Nothing could have ever prepared him for this, not his family's death, not his training, not even bossing Scott and Stiles around made him prepared for the torture he was going to face. Derek yelped softly and rolled over onto his back, biting at your hand as you scratched behind his ear.

Although the pleasure he felt was good, the touching was awful. He felt vulnerable, weak, but mostly vulnerable as he succumbed to your touching. Shaking softly with laughter you smirked softly and leaned over, pressing your lips to Derek's nose as he whimpered with pleasure. “For such a big brooding maniac, you sure are a softie at heart.”

“S-Shut up.” He stuttered quietly, pressing his head into your hand as you scratched soothingly, dragging your nails around his jaw. “You don't understand it like I do. This is torture.”

You smiled a cheeky smile. “I thought dogs enjoyed this.”

“I am not a dog.”

“You're acting like one.”

“Listen here you.” Derek snapped smartly, pushing himself up on the bed before jumping on top of you, digging his nails into the pillows on either side of you. You watched him closely as he held a hand around your throat, giggling when you felt the pointed nails from his werewolf form tracing patterns on your neck. Derek cracked a small smile and leaned down, nuzzling your cheek with his face before pressing his knees roughly into the bed beside you. “I am not a dog. I am very much human, just as you are.”

“Not quiet. You are also a werewolf. Which dogs are descendants of wolves, which you technically are.” You stated simply, whimpering when Derek nibbled on your bottom lip without properly kissing you first. Tangling a hand into his black locks, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his slightly chapped ones, pressing your boundaries when you ran your hands down the length of his torso and kneaded his inner thigh. Derek's breath caught in his throat and he growled, the feral beast in him clawing to rip your clothes off and do something to you, but he restrained himself, not wanting to hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

“Don't be such a smart-ass.” He growled that feral noise again, the hues of his eyes flashing bright blue before returning to their original state. “Or else.”

You chuckled again and leaned up, bringing your lips back against his to finish what you started. Derek pulled your hips up to meet his and pressed his chest down against yours, creating the best kind of friction as he moved against you. You jumped slightly when Derek sank his fangs into your bottom lip and pulled back, giving you a devilish smile in the process. Opening your mouth to protest, Derek pressed his claws into the back of your neck and smashed his lips against yours again. The sudden lust he felt was so amazing, it left an aching sensation inside of him.

Sputtering to catch your breath, you dug your nails into the leather jacket Derek loved most and made a sound of discomfort. Finally sensing your discomfort, Derek pulled back and returned to his human form, offering a small smile when you giggled. “What was that?” You asked, scratching around the nape of his neck.
“I told you, I'm not a dog. Do dogs all of a sudden just bite you?” He asked quietly and tilted his head.

“Only the mean ones.” You shrugged lightly. Derek groaned softly and hung his head, ignoring the snickers you gave him.

“So now I'm a dog, AND a mean one.”

“Yep! Pretty much!” You teased again and kissed his nose. “But your my mean dog.”