a Whole Lotta Smut

pancakes (sterek)

It’s something they both fall into, sort of. Derek’s stopped moping, for the most part, but there are times when he needs to be the wolf, and Stiles gets it. He likes all the unique facets of who Derek is as a person, and as a wolf.

Mornings are a bit unusual. Stiles goes to sleep with a man and wakes up with a wolf.

Stiles grunts when he feels a wet nose pushing in the center of his back.

"Stopit," Stiles groans, burying his face in Derek’s pillow.

Derek licks the back of Stiles’ knee making Stiles shudder, hips rolling into the mattress.

"This is way too weird for me to process, and I have an inappropriate boner happening," Stiles admits, rolling over on his back.

Derek shuffles his way on top of Stiles, lying down heavy and warm, and it’s way too hot in the room for Stiles to handle it.

"It’s hot in here, Derek, and you’re a living furnace."

Stiles opens his legs around Derek, sighing loudly, but soon enough he’s humming contentedly.

"Mmn," Stiles hums, tilting his head back so Derek can nuzzle into his neck. "This feels nice."

Derek’s tongue flicks over Stiles’ nipple, making him yelp.

“Der-Derek, don’t,” Stiles says with a hitch in his breath. Derek does it again, slower this time, teeth catching on it.

"Ohmygod," Stiles groans, covering his face.

Stiles swallows thickly staring at the ceiling while Derek backs his way down Stiles’ body, tongue wet and scratchy as it licks around his bellybutton.

“Derek, this is way too weird when you’re still covered in fur.”

Derek huffs hotly, making a snuffling noise, letting his eyes bleed red.

"Be you." Stiles reaches out to scritch behind Derek’s ear. "Don’t get me wrong I like you like this, love it, even,” Stiles smiles. “But I need you right now, okay?”

The shift happens fast, and the air ripples around Derek as he crawls back up Stiles’ body, kissing Stiles hard, determined to show Stiles how much what he said means to him. Stiles whimpers against his mouth, tongue licking out at Derek’s making him growl, kissing him deeper, pushing him down into the bed.

Stiles gasps when Derek pulls away, licking his now kiss-swollen lips, cupping Derek’s stubbled face.

"I bet I have terrible morning breath," Stiles laughs.

"I don’t care," Derek says, pausing. "Does it really weird you out?"

"Huh? What—oh, wait what? No!" Stiles wraps his arms around Derek, pulling him down on top of him, wanting all that warmth. "It’s… I mean. My mind goes right to the This Might Be Pushing It gutter…"

"But?" Derek says slowly.

"But," Stiles says quietly, licking his lips. "It’s like our secret. Our dirty little secret. Something we have, that we share, and nobody else needs to know about it."