Sterek One-Shots

Just Friends. . . or Not?

A/N: I was too lazy to write the smut, so its very vague. 

Stiles was used to staring at Derek during pack meetings and admiring his face, the way he talked, and used hand gestures. Something about a man in power really got him going, especially when that man looked like Derek. The thing that surprised Stiles this time, was that when he was watching Derek talk, their eyes met. Derek always made eye contact while he spoke, but never with Stiles. The feeling of Derek's eyes on him made him squirm, knowing Derek could smell his arousal. He was embarrassed, so he stared at the ground with red cheeks, but he could still feel Derek's eyes on him, even when he wasn't talking. Stiles could hardly focus on what was being said, something about a nasty kind of evil that had to be stopped, blah blah blah. He'd heard the same speech from the pack before.

"Alright, if everything has been covered, then I guess you're all free to go. Scott, I can tell you've been dying to get out of here since you walked in. Plans?" Derek accused, though everyone already knew about his relationship with Allison Argent that he was trying so hard to hide.

"No, just have a lot of homework," Scott lied as he was already halfway out the door. Everyone laughed and took their time getting their coats on. They filed out until Stiles was the last one.

"Stiles," Derek said, his voice making Stiles shiver. "You're usually the first one out. Did you have something you wanted to talk about?" he wondered, moving closer. Stiles was leaning against the wall where he had been the whole time. He swallowed hard as Derek stopped, his breath hot against Stiles' skin. "What's on your mind?"

"I-I saw you looking at me," Stiles eventually got out, his hands jumping to Derek's chest, grasping at his t-shirt.

Derek smirked, running his lips across Stiles' neck. "You look good," Derek whispered. Stiles tried not to love it so much, but it was obvious in more ways than one how much he wanted Derek right now. "Why'd you stay back?" he asked, his teeth grazing Stiles' skin. "Is it because you want me? You want me to kiss you," he continued, his lips lightly touching Stiles'. "You want me to touch you?" His hands slid down Stiles' back until they groped his ass tight, pulling him closer. Stiles whimpered, letting Derek kiss his neck, tilting his head back to let him do whatever he wanted. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked finally, his voice rough.

Stiles moaned, his fingers pulling at Derek's hair. "Oh my god, yes," he groaned, gasping as Derek picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. Stiles wasn't sure how this was even happening, but he didn't ever want it to stop.

After almost an hour of pure bliss, Derek rolled over beside Stiles, panting as he wiped sweat from his forehead. Stiles laid there, watching him, marvelling at how beautiful this man was. He wanted nothing more than to lay there forever with Derek next to him.

"That was amazing," Derek said, still catching his breath. He slowly sat up, searching the floor for his clothes. "Take as much time as you need. I'm gonna go to the kitchen and find something to eat," he told Stiles, pulling his underwear on before slipping out the door. Stiles sat there for a moment, stunned and hurt. Derek didn't want him, he only wanted to have sex with him. Something about that realization hit Stiles' hard. Suddenly, he was sick to him stomach. He dragged himself out of the bed and dressed himself as quickly as possible. He knew Derek would hear him leave, but he didn't bother saying goodbye as he quietly closed the door behind him.