Sterek // One-Shots

come in handy

Author:            LadyDrace
                               Ao3

Additional Tags:Hand JobsBlow JobsPOV StilesSmutPlot What Plot/Porn Without PlotWall SexHappy EndingEstablished RelationshipWolfed Out SexWolfed Out Derek

Words: 1435
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Summary;

Stiles and Derek are really good at this.
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Stiles had always had a theory that all his many hours of jerking off had to come in handy one day.

Pun absolutely intended.

Even so, he's actually a little surprised when it turns out to be true.

”Fuck, ungh,” Derek grunts, lips quivering barely half an inch from Stiles', claws digging into the drywall on either side of his head. ”Oh, god.”

Stiles grins and flicks his wrist just right, giving Derek's foreskin a little twist around the head, which results in an amazing stuttering groan.

”Stiles, jesus.”

Plaster rains down across Stiles' shoulders, but he honestly couldn't care less right now, because Derek's face is fascinating to watch through this. His eyes are scrunched shut almost painfully, his mouth wide open and panting, and fangs growing and shrinking like they can't decide which way to go. Derek already lost the battle with his claws, which is why they were yanked away from Stiles' hips, and moved up to shred the wall instead.

”Fuck,” Derek grunts again, voice sliding into a whine. ”Fu-uuck.”

”Go on, Derek, you know I love it,” Stiles murmurs, moving his hand faster, and watching Derek's fangs finally grow to full length. The eyebrows are gone in the blink of an eye, and the alpha red peeks out from under Derek's eyelids as he finally stops clenching them shut.

Derek's dick isn't affected by the shift, which Stiles can never decide if he's disappointed about or not, but since Derek is no longer working so hard to not shift he can finally focus on what's important.

Which is getting off.

”There we go,” Stiles croons, and squeezes a littler harder around the shaft, milking out several drops of pre-come. ”I got you, baby, it's okay.”

Most people might find it a little odd to offer reassurance to the person they're giving a handjob to, but Stiles knew even before going into this that Derek has a lot of hangups about intimacy, and for good reason. But Stiles is never one to be put off by a challenge. Besides, it's kind of a habit now, to the point where the only real problem in this scenario is how the back of Stiles' hand is kinda being scratched a little by Derek's zipper.

But, as was previously stated, Stiles is actually really good at this. He could end it in seconds if he wanted to, but for now he kinda wants to drag it out a little.

His own dick isn't too happy about it, straining against the inside of his jeans, but he tells it to shut up and be patient. It should know by now it'll get its own later.

Derek makes a wonderful sound, like a mix between a growl and a whine, and Stiles leans in with a grin to press a sweet kiss to the small part of Derek's cheek visible above the fur. ”There you go, baby, there you go,” he coaxes, lips dragging across the skin, and Derek's hips start rutting to meet every stroke of his hand. ”Yeah, come on. Come on, Derek.”

Taking it as an invitation, Derek lets his head fall forwards until he can tuck his face into Stiles' neck, just resting his fangs against the skin, never letting them dig in, but taking in whole lungfuls of Stiles' scent through his open mouth. His movements go a little desperate, and Stiles knows how to read him by now, so he sets the pace fast and steady like a metronome for the final stretch.