Sterek // One-Shots

sometimes to win you've got to sin

Author:       distortedreality
                               Ao3

Words: 7548
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Summary;

Bending. Towels. Kissing. Masturbating. Those were the four ingredients for Stiles’ Masterplan To Seduce Derek Hale. Hopefully it turned out better than any of Stiles’ other ideas.

Alternatively, the four ways Stiles tried to get Derek to fuck him, and the time that Derek did.
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Stiles had always been a little bit attracted to Derek. That first moment in the woods when Derek appeared out of goddamn nowhere, all leather with a ridiculous tall-dark-and-handsome vibe, had made Stiles do a double take. Even though he was 99 percent sure that the dude was probably a serial killer, he still found himself regretting not wearing tighter jeans and anything aside from the shirt he had grabbed from the floor of his wardrobe. You’d have to not have eyes to say Derek was unattractive. There was no big gay freak out, no awkwardness, no when-am-I-going-to-see-him-again stress; Stiles just became pretty hot for Derek. Really, the guy was a douche. That kind of helped the whole ‘no feelings’ part of the equation. He was just a nice thing to look at. Stiles was hung up on Lydia, anyway. He’d still take strawberry blonde curls and a short skirt over chiseled abs and a murder-stare any day of the week.

Stiles didn’t really care about sex any more than a normal teenage kid (which is still plenty), until some dickwad started killing virgins. Then his lack of sexual prowess became a matter of actual life and death. It was around that point that Derek started taking center stage in Stiles’ fantasies. He’d popped up before – particularly since he stopped clean shaving his jaw, every bit of stubble was like an extra second of starring in Stiles’ private time – but now it seemed like every time Stiles tried to envision plush lips and long legs he started thinking of calloused hands and eyes that flashed red. Not that his dick was exactly complaining.

It was around the time Stiles was somewhat shamefully looking at customized dildos that he decided he needed to fuck Derek by whatever means necessary. The fantasies were becoming a freaking addiction that was, quite frankly, embarrassing. He’d fought werewolves and hunters and a kanima and he’s badass in his own opinion. But Derek freaking Hale somehow managed to flip an internal switch with his ridiculous eyebrows and Stiles has no idea how to flip it back. So sex. Sex is the answer. Really, when is it not? Judging by his past douche-ness, Derek would probably be an all-about-me kind of lover, so all Stiles would need was a single fuck to get Derek out of his head. Probably.

The biggest issue was, Derek didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in Stiles. Aside from directing annoyed grunts his way he pretty much ignored Stiles. For a moment Stiles debated regressing to middle school and asking Scott to put in a good word for him but no. The only thing more mortifying than planning how to seduce Derek Hale would be Scott teasing him about his plan to seduce Derek Hale.

“How do you get someone who hates you to sleep with you?” Stiles leant against the locker next to Lydia’s as she pulled her books out in a stack, meticulously neat and colour coded. She leveled a look at Stiles and raised her eyebrows.

“Do I even want to know?” she asked as she pushed her locker shut.

“Probably not,” Stiles admitted. “But you should help me anyway.”

“It doesn’t matter if they like you or not,” Lydia tapped her finger against her lip as they walked down the hall. “It matters that they’re attracted to you. Or at least could be.”

“But how. I mean, look at me.” Stiles gestured to his overall person. “You know firsthand that I’m terrible at seduction. I don’t exactly exude sexual prowess.” Lydia rolled her eyes.