s u n f l o w e r {a s t e r e k f a n f i c}

part 3

a/n: sorry i haven't been able to update because i was busy with school and exams also my guitar concert so i hope you guys understand

i was awaken by a soft snore. i yawned as i looked at my mini clock, 10.45 am. i glanced around as i was faced with a raven haired werewolf. he looked peaceful . i brushed his hair as i remembered what happened last night. i laid on his chest, listening to the tender rythm of his steady heartbeat.

"good morning sly fox," he groaned.

"sly?" i smacked his chest.

he just laughed as our eyes met and memories from last night flashed through our heads.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you look?"

"everyday, my sexy alpha," i chuckled as he topped me, pining me against the ground, showering me with tenderly kisses.

we fought for dominance as i finally got on top of him, nibbling his jaw. he just looked at me, raising his eyebrow.

"it means i really like you,"

"well for us werewolves, we show our love like this," he pinned me on the ground as kissed my neck until he found my sweet spot, sucking it, kinda leaving a mark.

derek's pov-

i heard my phone went off i picked it up to see the id. cora.

"where are you derek?!" 

"i'm out with my friend, i'll be back later," i hung up.

"who was that sourwolf?" he jumped on my back.

"it's my sister, cora. she was asking where i was,"

"does it mean--- you're leaving?" he looked down, his 

"of course not!"

"really??" i nodded my head, grabbing his wrist and running out to the garden.

he jumped on my back as i ran around, spinning him. we soon reached the cliff and sat there, staring at the clear sky.

"y'know, the sky reminds me of you, der," he turned to face me.

only if you know how i really look like, stiles.

i smiled as i pecked his cheeks.

"derek, do you know how to make pastries?"

"i do as the matter of fact," i tickled his sides. making him roll around, laughing.

"derek s-stop!! i'm gonna f-fart!" i laughed.

"i'll burp if you tickle me, stiles. i mean it," i said as i looked at his sinister face before i got up, running for my life.

"come here!" he screamed, running after me. before i knew it, i tripped and fell, tumbling almost falling off the cliff.

"oh shit," i mumbled.

"oh god, der!" he pulled me right before i fell.

"i got you lil bean,"

i smacked his arms.

"litlle?!" i playfully growled."yeah, you're my lil bean--deal with it,"

i shrugged as i got back up, dusting the dirt off my pants and walked but only fell down.

"quit whining," stiles rolled his eyes.

"no, you're mean!" i folded my hands and faced the other way.

"alright big guy, i'm sorry,"

"nope--- not buyin it,"

"c'mon der......  i said i'm sorry,"

"-----nope,"

he shrugged as i felt my body being raised from the ground. was he really carrying me?

"hey! put me down!"

"stop throwing tantrums or imma throw you down the cliff myself,"  he said as my eyes widened.

" i didn't know you were that strong to lift me up,"

"i go this stuff call gym, baby," baby?

welp, didn't expect that.

"so that you can eye all the hot sweating dudes over there?" 

"well mostly that's what they do," i looked around, the cold breeze brushing against my skin. "plus i have you..... why would i wanna eye anyone else?" he said again, blushing as i pecked his lips.

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