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Lydia and Stiles are study partners, Lydia (correctly) theorizes that Stiles is losing precious brain cells daydreaming about getting dicked down by our resident moody werewolf, Derek has issues: trust issues, issues using his words, feelings issues, issues with Lydia’s scent overwhelming Stiles’ scent & issues with Stiles not smelling enough like him. What’s new, basically.
Title from Rüfüs Du Sol.
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“It’s… it’s amplifying urges. Primal urges influenced by thoughts my wolf has already had.”
“So… so, do you want me? Did you… before?”
“Yes, Stiles. Always.”
“Then let me help.”
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Derek gets hit by some sex pollen, and only Stiles can work it out of his system. -
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"A snow day in Beacon Hills? I mean, how crazy is that. Obviously there's something going on so we should—"
"Take advantage of this situation and stay in and do as we please for the first time in a very long time? Yes, I agree."
Stiles looks at Derek through his lashes as a grin spreads across his features. "Exactly what I was about to suggest."
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The one where Stiles blows Derek under his desk.
That's it, that's the story.
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Stiles let out a small laugh.
In between strokes, Derek mumbled, "What's funny?"
"It's just... I'm sitting on your face." Stiles giggled.
Derek pushed Stiles up a tiny bit. "Stiles. Shut up." He dove back in, attacking Stiles' hole with licks and jabs, growing hard at the sounds of Stiles' frantic moans and gasps, and the feeling of his fingers, scrabbling against Derek's stomach. Derek sped up, licking longer and deeper into Stiles with each stroke, and not because he knew exactly how Stiles would react. Nope. That's definitely not why he did it.