thesterekship:

Summary: You push everyone away, keeping them at arm’s length, you won’t even let your pack in, you… I know you’re hurting, but is it really so bad that you can’t do more than ‘fuck buddies’?

Word Count: 5.9k

Season: During Season 2.

Previous Content: RP Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Four months had passed, and Stiles still didn’t know what he and Derek were doing. Yeah, it was sex, and it was about… A hundred and three condoms later, give or take a condom, but he still had no clue if he should be looking for someone else.

Derek had been pretty clear from the get-go, kind of. Dinners and lunches weren’t dates, and they didn’t do other relationship things, like shop, or swap clothes, even though there was a change of Stiles’s at Derek’s house and vice versa. Pretty much everyone knew they were fucking, it was kind of hard to hide around the pack, and Scott. But Stiles wasn’t sure what to call Derek anymore.

He rolled his hips down on the older man’s length, milking him for all he was worth and Stiles shuddered, dropping his forehead to Derek’s cheek, tilting his head to kiss the alpha’s lips as he wrapped his arms around the werewolf’s neck and moaned weakly.

Four months, and he still kind of cried during their more intense sessions, still reveled in looking at the strings of his come drawn over Derek’s abs.

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