Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Put on pants part 2(Sterek)

Stiles sat in his computer chair carefully. It was clear he was unsure of how to take Derek's outburst a moment ago. Derek rarely swore, unless he was really mad and Derek, while easily annoyed, rarely got mad. In fact he'd never yelled at Stiles like that unless they were in danger, but that was usually out of desperation and concern, not anger. 

"Now, as I was saying, you're important to this pack, we're just taking precautions. We don't know what Deucalion has planned and losing you would be devastating to the pack," Derek spoke more calm than before.

"So I'm guessing Scott is with Allison," There was no accusation behind the words, more of an assumption.

"Yeah, he wasn't sure how to look after both of you so, I offered to look after you," Derek nodded. 

"Why?" Stiles asked. It wasn't abnormal for Derek to worry about his pack, but to stay with Stiles? Yeah, that was a bit abnormal.

"Would you rather me have sent Isaac?" Derek asked skirting the question. 

Stiles narrowed his eyes at the alpha.

"Exactly," Derek smirked. Isaac and Stiles clashed constantly. Lydia had joked once about them acting like a married couple, Derek had been sure if looks could kill, Lydia would have been dead instantly. 

"Well I was just doing some reading," Stiles gestured to his computer, make yourself comfortable," Stiles then gestured to the bed.

Derek took a seat carefully on the edge of the bed as Stiles opened his computer.

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Several hours later Derek had been watching Stiles subtly as he scrolled through his phone, doing some reading on his own. 

Stiles sighed then, turning to face Derek. 

"What's wrong?" Derek could tell something was bothering Stiles.

"I'm about to boil over, it's a million degrees in here and you made me put clothes on, which, yeah I get, it was probably super uncomfortable for you, and I know that I am the furthest thing from attractive, but would you mind if I at least take my shirt back off?" Stiles asked.

Derek stared at Stiles with a frown, his jaw clenched. 

"What?" Stiles asked nervously. 

"Yes, you can take it off," Derek growled. 

The way Derek said that made Stiles bit his lip even more nervously. 

It took everything in Derek, not to tell Stiles how hot he was. 

Stiles slipped the fabric back off once again, revealing the toned upper body Stiles kept hidden.

"I've never seen you shirtless before today," Derek commented out loud.

"Between you and Scott, I'd rather not embarrass myself," Stiles quipped turning back to the computer. 

Derek felt a growl building in his throat as he stood to his feet.

He made his way towards the human.

Derek inspected a smattering of moles along Stiles' shoulders and upper back.

Derek allowed a finger to gently trace a few causing Stiles to tense under his touch. Derek ignored the discomfort Stiles seemed to be feeling, though he did remove his hand.

"I don't see what there is to be embarrassed about," Derek spoke calmly, being sure to keep his voice even.

Stiles snorted to himself, causing anger to flare within Derek.

He grabbed the computer chair swiveling it so Stiles was facing him. The whiskey brown eyes, owl like.

Derek's eyes dropped as he followed another smattering of moles down Stiles' chest and torso.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" Stiles swallowed thickly.

Derek's eyes met Stiles' then. His brows rose in surprise. Could Stiles, smartest member of the pack Stiles, really be so oblivious?

"You have to notice how attractive you are," Derek finds himself saying.

Stiles' frowns deeply and stands, pushing past Derek angrily, "You don't have to be an ass," Stiles snaps.

Derek looks at the human in confusion, "What?"

"You're mocking me," Stiles grabs his discarded shirt.

Derek realizing what Stiles was doing snatched the fabric from his hands.

"Hey," Stiles huffs.

"Stiles, I wasn't mocking you, I've never seen you shirtless and I've always found you attractive. And then I show up and your in nothing but-" Derek cut himself off.

"You find me attractive?" Stiles asked cautiously.

"Why do you think I made you put clothes on? I was trying to talk to you, but I kept getting distracted by images of you bent over this be-," Derek once again cut himself off.

Stiles' face turned to shock.

Derek was suddenly hit with a strong scent of arousal.

Derek let out a low growl. He'd never smelt Stiles turned on before and it was intoxicating.

"I-I didn't realize, I mean, I'm not built or tall," Stiles shrugged.

"So? Who says that's what's required?" Derek asked forcing himself not to make any advances towards Stiles.

Stiles shrugged sheepishly.

"I've always been attracted to you, and not just physically, you're smart, and while insanely annoying at times, endearing and funny. You're loyal and dedicated. All these things make you attractive. And now that I've seen you mostly naked, I can in fact say that you are definitely attractive physically. I've always loved the color of your eyes and the slope of your neck and the fullness of your lips, but-" Derek cut himself off for a third time, his eyes raking over Stiles.

Suddenly Stiles' lips were on Derek's.

The alpha didn't hesitate to let his arms snake around the human, deepening the kiss, allowing his mouth to explore Stiles'. His lips were even better to kiss than he'd imagined.

Stiles tilted his head giving Derek access to his throat.

The werewolf growled onto the skin on Stiles' neck, placing open mouth kisses along the slope. He'd dreamt of this too many times to count.

"Maybe you can see me in even less?" Stiles suggested shyly.

Derek responded with a moan as his hands gripped Stiles' hips.

Stiles slipped his thumbs into the hem of his pants dropping them leaving him once again in his white boxers.

Let's just say, Derek didn't regret volunteering to look after Stiles anymore.

(Request for loveonlysterekES, hope it's okay)