Creeper Wolf

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.Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/979783.Rating:ExplicitArchive Warning:Choose Not To Use Archive WarningsCategory:M/MFandom:Teen Wolf (TV)Relationship:Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiCharacter:Derek Hale, Stiles StilinskiAdditional Tags:Scent Kink, Blow Jobs, Creeper Derek, Masturbation, PWP, Hand Jobs, Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Rimming, Bottom!Stiles, Fluff, First TimeStats:Published: 2013-09-25 Completed: 2013-10-21 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5069Creeper Wolfby FearThisQueerSummarySo Derek may have a bit of a problem.But it’s not really his fault, he can’t help that Stiles smells so good.And if Derek watches him at lacrosse practice a couple times a week and then rushes home to jerk off, well… that’s nobody’s business but his own.It’s not like he’s actually doing anything, right?NotesOops I wrote porn instead of doing homework.First ever Sterek fic, be gentle!Chapter 1Chapter NotesSee the end of the chapter for notesSo Derek may have a bit of a problem.But it’s not really his fault, he can’t help that Stiles smells so good.And if Derek watches him at lacrosse practice a couple times a week and then rushes home to jerk off, well… that’s nobody’s business but his own.It’s not like he’s actually doing anything, right?Objectively he always knew that Stiles was attractive- if you’re into that whole doe eyed, full lipped, big hands thing he has going on (not saying Derek is, he’s merely making observations).He has no idea how the entire school seems to collectively ignore his presence.Derek just never let himself admit that he was attracted to Stiles until he really got a good whiff of his scent for the first time.It was about two months ago when Derek dropped into Stiles’ window, intending to ask if his research about Beacon Hill’s latest supernatural crisis had yielded any results.He had just popped his head into the room to find Stiles with his back towards him when he pulled his jersey over his head, revealing the expanse of pale skin dotted with moles.The post-practice scent hit him full force and he stood there stunned half in the window with his mouth hanging open.When Stiles finally noticed Derek there he jumped and clasped his hand over his heart.Once he had composed himself he asked with exaggerated annoyance, “Is there a reason you’re here or are you just gonna stare at me?”Derek had completely forgotten whatever it was he came here for, all words leaving him as the blood that usually occupied his brain went racing south.After a few seconds of the painfully silent staring contest, Derek simply turned and fled the roof without a word.Not the most mature reaction, but hey, he panicked.Stiles’ scent was usually masked by all the layers he wore.Even during the pool fiasco he never really noticed it, it was overpowered by the chlorine and Derek was a little distracted trying not to drown or get murdered by a giant lizard.But now that Derek had gotten a taste for it, it was impossible to ignore.Anytime Stiles and he were in the same room together he spent most of the time actively not looking at him.Now here he is, watching a high school lacrosse practice from behind the bleachers like some kind of pedophile.He tracks the 24 weaving amongst the sea of red jerseys and watches every movement of his lean legs and surprisingly broad shoulders.He’s certainly not the best player out there, but Stiles is the only one Derek sees on the field, unable to tear his eyes away.Stiles gets knocked down a few times, but always springs right back up, never afraid to run full speed into the next player, even though most of the team is larger than him.Derek sees the grass stains on his knees and imagines a much more vulgar way he could have gotten them.Finstock’s shrill whistle interrupts his chain of thought, gathering the players together [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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