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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Always_Female_Stiles_Stilinski, Scent_Kink, old_fic, started_in_Jan_2012
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-06 Words: 1889
****** the way you smell (it drives me wild) ******
by theonewiththeeyebrows
Summary
     Stiles thinks Derek hates her. The way he breathes around her makes
     her think she stinks.
Notes
     Original_Prompt:
     "Derek is fascinated by girl!Stiles' scent. Stiles catches on, only
     she starts to think she smells. Hilarity ensues.
     ...that's kind of Twilight-esque, isn't it? lol I'm actually looking
     for more comedy than tragic romance though. Do I get a pass, fandom?
     *doe eyes*"
     I had started and posted these Anonymously on the teenwolfkink
     journal. I never 'finished' it, but I think it's fine where it ended.
     This is the slightly editted version of the post from 4 years ago.
     ETA: I am not trying to bash Allison. She is one of my favorite
     characters on the show. In this story however, she's a bit of an
     insecure girlfriend, but she also doesn't really know Stiles (when
     would she have the time -- Scott's always around!). She doesn't
     understand Scott and Stiles' platonic friendship because she grew up
     watching 'When Harry met Sally" -- a guy and a girl can never be
     friends, sex will always get in the way. But Scott and Stiles are
     BFFs... bros, even. Scott thinks of Stiles as one of the boys, and
     Scott is like 95% straight (so he can't possibly ever find himself
     attracted to Stiles -- and he's seen her in a bikini a bazillion
     times, and they used to platonic sleep together till they were 13.
     Scott and Stiles kissed once when they were 13, but it was way too
     bizarre and awkward -- it also felt like kissing your mom, which,
     romantically, is a huge turn off.
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles is not your average girl. She isn't pretty, or girly, or normal. She's
also fairly certain that people think she's a lesbian. Except for her best
friend; she's pretty sure that air-head just thinks she's a guy, which to be
fair, she kind of is, except where it counts.
"Dude!" Scott says as he throws his arm around her shoulders. "Guy's night at
Derek's, you in?"
"You do know I'm not actually a boy right?" Scott just looks at her like she's
grown another head. "Fine. I'm in."
"YEAH! It's going to be so much fun. Pizza, beer and all us dudes hanging out.
Derek says it's important for the pack to bond if we want to keep our humanity
intact, or something like that." Scott babbles as Stiles turns into her
classroom. "Pick me up at 7?"
"Sure," Stiles mumbles and throws her hands up at the significant look that
Allison and Lydia throw her way. "Fuck you, you know he thinks I'm a boy,
right? Plus, Scott's like a brother to me and incest is so not my thing, so
don't worry, your boyfriend is not cheating on you, trust me."
"Oh, you think we're worried? Who would ever go for you when we're around
anyways? Plus aren't you a lesbian?" Lydia says, bitchy as ever, and it kind of
stings.
===============================================================================
Stiles pulls up to Derek's house and tumbles out of the jeep. She can hear
Jackson laughing at her and Scott helps her up with a goofy grin on his face as
well.
"You are the most unladylike girl I have ever met!" Jackson guffaws as she
walks into the house. She makes a face at him which has him laughing even
harder. When they turn to Scott and see the confused look on his face, they
both crack up.
"I just ordered the meat special... Oh." Derek walks in, phone in his hand.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hi?" Stiles waves at him awkwardly.
"Dude, you said 'Guys Night'!" Scott says as he walks over to the TV and DVD
setup.
"Yeah... GUYS night. Pack night." Derek emphasizes and Scott just shrugs at him
and settles on the couch, Jackson jumps into the seat next to him leaving space
for the Derek and Stiles who awkwardly shuffle into the crouched space left on
the sofa.
When the movie starts Stiles is dimly aware of Derek fidgeting next to her and
her awareness of him grows as he keeps taking deep breaths and then holding
them before exhaling loudly.
When the door bell rings she sighs in relief as Derek jumps up and runs away to
pay the pizza dude. She gets up and heads to the bathroom. She smells her
armpits before going back outside. She pulls Scott off to the side and glares
at Jackson when he wiggles his eyebrows at her.
"Do I smell?"
"What?"
"Do. I. Smell?"
"Uh." Scott sniffs at her. "Err, no?"
"Is that an answer or a question?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. I'll ask Jackson."
Jackson just looks at her as though she is crazy and then tells her she smells
delicious and wants to know if she wants to go out back to his Beamer and fuck.
She slaps him.
When they go back to restart the movie, Derek pulls Jackson into the seat next
to him and then shrugs at her as though it was an accident.
When the movie is over and they're headed out, Stiles reached out to hug Derek
who scrunches up his nose at her before reluctantly letting her hug him, and
she's aware that he isn't breathing while she does, so she holds on tighter
just to see how long he'll do it. When she pulls away when he's let out a
breath and taken one in, he has a disgusted look on his face so she scowls at
him and drags Scott away before driving off.
===============================================================================
"OH, MY GOD, I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE! What did you do? Bathe in an entire tub
of perfume?" Scott screeched when he got in the car.
"No, idiot," Stiles grumbles and grips the steering wheel a little tighter,
foot pressing the accelerator a little harder in her annoyance.
"Ok. No. Pull over. Pulloverpullover!" Scott yells, banging the dashboard. He
stumbles out of the car as soon as Stiles pulls off the road. "Go without me-
I'll just... I'd rather run to school!"
"Fine!" Her face contorts into a scowl and she races away, leaving Scott
coughing as her car kicks up the dirt around him.
When she reaches her locker, she sighs in frustration. But Jackson comes up
behind her.
"My God, woman, how much perfume did you use?" Jackson breathes into her hair.
"I can't smell the sexy scent of you! Why would you do that?"
"So you're admitting that I smell!" Stiles rounds on him and points her finger
in his face.
"Calm down, little lady. Everyone smells!" Jackson says, hands running down her
arms. Stiles shoves him into the lockers before she runs to her next class and
hopes that everyone will just leave her alone.
===============================================================================
"Where is Stiles?" Derek asks after the rest of the pack has been milling
around his house for about twenty minutes. Jackson and Scott look at each other
and shrug. Allison huffs into Scott's shoulder in annoyance.
"How do you not know where she is? She's your best friend! Call her!" Derek
growls out to Scott, who proceeds to fumble his phone out of his pocket and
text Stiles. When his phone beeps at him, Derek raises an eyebrow, "Well!?"
"Uh. She says she's not coming. She's not pack, she doesn't need to be here. 
Uh. She thinks it's better if she stays away from now onwards anyways. Why
would Stiles think its better for her to stay away?" Scott asks, confused.
"She's been acting so strange lately..." Jackson says out loud without meaning
to.
"I think that's just her. She's weird. Good riddance!" Allison mumbles, knowing
full well that the three wolfs can hear her. Her grip on Scott's arm tightens
when both Derek and Jackson growl menacingly at her, but Scott pulls away to
look at her with a disappointed look on his face.
"I know you don't like her, Ally, but she's my best friend. I don't know why
you're jealous of her either, she's Stiles!" Scott says with a disgusted look
on his face. "She's like my sister, or my twin, or something like family. I
don't get mad at you when you're hanging out with Lydia and Danny, do I?" 
"That's not the same thing! Lydia is, well, Lydia. And Danny is gay! Stiles is
always all over you!" Allison squeals in self-defense and Derek growls low in
his throat, the sound raises Scott and Jackson's hackles.
“I don’t care what you think, Stiles is a part of this pack. I am the alpha, I
am your leader, if I say ‘yield’, you yield. Allison, we don’t need more
trouble in this pack, if you can’t keep your jealousy in check, I suggest you
figure out a way to make it work, or you will not be welcome in this pack!”
Derek snarls.
“Why!? Stiles is human too. At least I am someone’s potential mate. What is
she? Huh? She’s nothing!” Allison snaps, using Scott to shield her from Derek.
“Stiles is not nothing. She is the core of this pack. She is everything. You,
on the other hand, are disposable. End of discussion. Someone, please get her
here soon, she has the plans for our next training and full moon.” Derek’s eyes
flash as he chastises the pack for neglecting Stiles. 
Scott fumbles with his phone and calls Stiles.
===============================================================================
“Why weren’t you at the meeting?” The sound of his voice makes her jump out of
her skin and drop the glass of water she is holding.
“Jeez, Derek! Give a girl some warning!” She bends down to pick up and set the
glass on her computer desk. “What do you want?”
“Why weren’t you at the meeting?” Derek sits down on her bed waiting for her to
continue.
“How does it matter? It’s not like I’m a part of the pack or anything. Plus, I
figured I wasn’t really wanted there anyways.” Stiles shrugs and moves to look
at the books on her bookcase with a casual air of indifference that Derek can
tell is fake.
“Of course you’re a part of the pack! Why the fuck would you think you’re not?
You plan all our training sessions! Without you, we’d all probably be dead five
times over. How could you think you weren’t needed at the pack meeting?” Derek
growls at her before slamming her into a wall.
“What the fuck Derek! I’m not a boy! Stop fucking pushing me around like one.
My dad's going to see bruises and think someone abused me.” Stiles shoves at
Derek ineffectively, “You made it pretty clear you were repulsed by me at Guy’s
Night or whatever we did last week. I even asked Scott and Jackson whether I
smelled bad because of you. Do you have any idea how awkward that was?” Derek’s
nose flares at her outburst and he takes a shaky breath and holds it.
“See! Even now you’re holding your breath as though I’m the smelliest thing
you’ve ever smelt!” Stiles cries out, pushing at Derek's hulking form again.
“I’m not repulsed by you. You don’t smell bad, you smell fucking delicious”
Derek whispers, crowding her tighter against the wall and pressing his
burgeoning erection into her hip. “It turns me on.”
“What?” Stiles whimpers stupidly, when Derek presses his face into Stiles' neck
and breathes in deeply. Stiles tries to half-heartedly push him away.
“I am not repulsed by your smell. When you’re near me, I want to rip your
clothes off and mount you like you're a bitch in heat. It doesn’t matter where
we are, or who is around. I want to take you right there. I want to fuck you
full of me, lock myself inside you and fill you up with my spunk till your
belly is ripe with my pups. I want to fucking breed you, Stiles.”  Derek rocks
forward, and Stiles can’t help but moan at his words. He takes her mouth in a
bruising kiss before he drops his head against her shoulder.
“Fuck!” Derek growls against her neck before he breathes in deeply, again.
Stiles can feel him throb against her and she pushes at his chest with
persistent hands. When she manages to put a little distance between them, she
pulls her shirt over her arms and does the same to Derek’s. She pulls him back
to her with an insistent hand on the nape of his neck and bites brutal kisses
against his mouth. 
“What the fuck was stopping you, you asshole!” When she turns around to lock
her bedroom door, Derek plasters himself along her back, one hand playing with
the button on her jeans and the other cupping her breast as he breathes in her
scent deeply.
“The things I want to do to you, Stiles. I don't think even your wildest
fantasies could conjure up.” His fingers fumble with her button before sliding
inside her panties.
“God, Derek! Less talking, more fuh-fuckin-guh!”
End Notes
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