AceInTheSterekHole
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“I’ll pay you to stop going around with other werewolves.”
Stiles pushes Derek’s hand off of him, and Derek lets him. Stiles sits up. Derek sits up. They stare at one another. Stiles tries to laser through right to his dumb idiot fucking brain. “What did you just say?”
“I mean it,” he says, and of course he does, because he means everything he says, is not one for saying things he does not mean. “I’ll pay you whatever you want if you only sleep with me.”
“This is not Pretty fucking Woman,” Stiles barks at him, and now, for whatever reason, he’s insulted. “You can’t just –“
“Why not?” He demands.
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03 Jul 2026
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The shift was brutal, a chaotic rush of agony and ecstasy that left Stiles reeling. Gone was the familiar, muted world he knew; now, every sound was a hammer blow, every ray of light a blinding assault, and the air itself was a thick soup of clashing smells. Just as he thought he might shatter under the onslaught, a scent, deep and rich as dark soil and tinged with something feral and sweet, pierced through the overwhelming chaos, singling itself out with an almost predatory intensity.
So, when that distinctive scent first reached Stiles – spicy and with a subtle, bitter edge, making his mouth water and his cock stir before he even registered who it was coming from – he knew something significant had shifted. Unlike the others, who seemed oblivious, probably because they weren’t alpha wolves, as his mind helpfully supplied, Stiles immediately noticed the change. He watched as Derek idly shifted on the sofa, his movements subtle yet charged, and observed the way his cheeks slowly began to flush with color when he finally lifted his eyes to meet Stiles’s gaze. The intensity of the scent and Derek’s reaction were undeniable, a silent and powerful acknowledgment of a shift in their dynamic.
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01 Jul 2026
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The anticipation gnawed at Stiles's insides as he finally neared home. A whole month had passed since he'd last seen Derek, his absence a consequence of his FBI obligations. The separation had been unbearable, leaving Stiles yearning for Derek more than he dared admit. Derek's relentless stream of suggestive texts and pictures, bombarding Stiles's Snapchat and Instagram since his flight had landed an hour ago, only served to heighten his longing.
Derek, eager and impatient, had sent Stiles a suggestive text message: “Can’t wait to feel your big dick wrecking my guts and filling me up again…”
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01 Jul 2026
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"I'm a virgin," Stiles says because he has to. It must be known.
Derek lifts himself up, braced on his forearms in a sort of plank, so he can look down at Stiles. His face is still human and his eyes are the colour of pond-water. Stiles collects these details for later. When this is over, he can figure out the spell's intent. For now, all he knows is that the more they touch, the more human Derek remains.
"I know," Derek says, and it's not soft or kind. Just matter-of-fact. "I… I can't let you go."
"I know," Stiles echoes. "Um. Can you be…" he trails off when Derek looks away, eyes filled with shame. His first time won't be with someone he loves or gentle. Okay.
"I'm sorry," Derek says, still looking away. "The instinct is too strong. To chase you down, to bite." His hips grind down, punctuating his words. "If I don't - if we don't do this, then I'll - "
Fuck or die. Those are Stiles' options. Well then. What's that video game motto? Hesitation is defeat.
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01 Jul 2026
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He should feel guilt—Stiles had no idea what he’d done—but all Derek felt was a dark, selfish hunger. If this was sexsomnia, if this was the only way he could have Stiles, he’d take it again and again.
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01 Jul 2026