Sterek // One-Shots

lap magnet|§|part 5

Author:         Prairie_Grass
                               Ao3

Additional Tags: Dubious Consent,Mating Bond,SomnophiliaKnotting,Loss of Virginity,characters who are unaware of their actions,five times ficsort ofPost Season 2ish,Minor Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall,the sheriff is a canny dudeand trolling everyone,BAMF Stiles,Accidental Bonding,Self-Lubrication(but no mpreg)

Word's: 30,771
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Summary;

Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

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Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...
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When Derek woke up again, this time it was because of the sun splashing onto the bed through the open curtains. Stiles was curled up in his arms, dark lashes resting on his cheeks, smelling of contentment and of claim.

Derek had to shut his eyes and breathe through his mouth for a moment. Not that it helped, the scent in the room was so thick it just felt like it coated the inside of his mouth. Derek wanted to bite down on it. He looked down to where the bed was filthy with where his come had leaked out of Stiles in the night. Fuck. He'd never come like that before. Never knotted anyone. Never even talked about it much other than one embarrassing conversation with his Dad and several probably-misinformed giggled conversations with his cousins and sisters. He'd had no idea it would feel so... right. So like rutting until the world came to a stop. So like... sewing himself into someone else's flesh.

He pulled his hips back so he could check on Stiles' ass, and felt like his brain nearly short-circuited when he saw that his mostly soft dick was still half-inside Stiles.

…Now at this point, he really should have pulled away, woken the teenage boy who he had taken the virginity of (under slightly shady circumstances, as well), checked to make sure he wasn't hurt and then left him alone no matter what for the next two weeks. That would have been the adult and sane response to the situation he was in.

But Derek wasn't always very good at making adult decisions, particularly when his wolf was so keen on deciding for him, so instead he pumped the part of his cock he could reach until it stiffened and then he shoved himself back into Stiles' body.

Stiles made a soft little sleepy sound, and if he could have Derek would have come right there and then. He was still so wet and soft inside. Still stretched from their activities hours earlier. Derek pumped his hips a few times. They'd have to be quick, Stiles' alarm would be going off soon. He licked his own hand, reached down and circled Stiles' cock. He was pretty sure he could make Stiles happy to be woken earlier than usual. Between the pumping of his dick and his hand around Stiles, it wasn't long before the kid's scent was flushing with want, and his hips were jerking unsteadily along with Derek's movements. Derek smiled and leant down, gently but firmly slipping his teeth into the bite-mark low on Stiles' neck.

Stiles jerked awake. “Fuck!”

Derek carefully removed his teeth long enough to say, “Shh. You'll wake your dad,” before delicately biting down again.

“I'll wake my— Derek, what are you doing,” Stiles hissed.

Derek didn't dignify that with a response, he just fucked harder into Stiles' ass. It didn't take much before Stiles' protests died down into moans and whimpers, and it wasn't long at all before he was shaking and coming all over Derek's fist. Derek sunk his teeth in harder, and Stiles' hips shifted back in submission. Derek growled and thrust once, twice more and came, holding his knot back from forming with sheer bloody mindedness.