Sterek One-Shots (tumblr edition)

The wish

the wish

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for Mar, always ♥
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The following contains about 2000 words of Sterek smut and nothing else. It’s nsfw/NC- 17 and not beta’d. All mistakes are mine. That’s all.

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Derek Hale sucks.

Big time.

The not so hidden pun in this one would be funny to Stiles if he wouldn’t have been so pissed. 

It’s Valentine’s Day, Stiles has a gorgeous werewolf- boyfriend and everything should be peachy – except said boyfriend still refuses to have sex with Stiles.

“Not until you’re legal, Stiles. Your father is the sheriff, Stiles. I’m not risking it, Stiles. You’ll understand when you’re older, Stiles.” He mutters under his breath as he makes his way to Derek’s apartment.

He’s got a new one now; one with big windows and actual furniture, a bath tub and a portiere. Like a normal person. Stiles is so fucking proud!

No, he’s mad.

“Focus, Stiles!” He reminds himself and knocks on Derek’s door.  The text he got earlier had said that Derek’s got a surprise for him and that he should come over if he had time. As if Stiles had other plans on fucking Valentine’s Day; other than getting finally fucked.

He wants it so bad, he spends his nights wide awake and jerking off, shoving his own fingers up his ass, thinking about Derek’s dick - which he hasn’t even seen yet by the way - thinking about all the things Derek could do to him and the other way around. There are so many things he wants to try he’s already lost count. (Just kidding, he hasn’t. He has a list. Duh.)

The door swings open and there he is, Derek fucking Hale, werewolf boyfriend extraordinaire. Who refuses to touch Stiles before his 18th birthday. What makes him a bad wolf in Stiles’ book.

But the way the looks at Stiles right now, a little shy from under his lashes, a soft smile on those perfect lips and a “hi” so soft Stiles almost doesn’t catch it – all of this makes his heart jump and clench at the same time.  So he really can’t stop the smile forming on his own lips, big and bright and brilliant.

“It’s almost like you missed me, babe”, Stiles quips as he walks past Derek into the spacious hall. Then his world spins for a second and he finds himself with his back against the now closed door, Derek right in his space with those lips Stiles’ keeps having wet dreams about hovering right over Stiles’ own and it takes his breath away once more.

He’ll probably never get used to the supernatural beauty that is so natural to Derek himself and he loves seeing his boyfriend’s cheeks color in a delicate shade of red only by whispering a single word at him.

Their kiss is light and sweet, barely there at all; and yet it makes Stiles’ breath hitch and his heart skip a beat like it’s their first. Derek’s fingertips brush along the length of Stiles’ throat, tracing a path his moles have set; so softly and carefully as if Stiles could break any moment and the boy actually forgets that he’s mad at Derek.

Let’s be real here, there’s not a single person in this world that could stay mad when a man like Derek Hale is pressed up against your body so closely one couldn’t fit a sheet of paper between the two of you; when fingers so tender like Derek’s would caress your face and his eyes would make you feel like you’re the only single thing in the world that matters at this particular moment.