ajeepandleather:

For @whenpushkincomestoshove for the 4k follower giveaway!! Asking for “Derek finding ~casual~ reasons to make Stiles smell like him”. I hope you love it!!

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It isn’t as big of a deal as Stiles’ face makes it seem. Seriously, this does not warrant a full jaw drop and eyebrows to the heavens. It’s just Derek taking off his sweater and handing it to the human who’s shivering like a chihuahua.

“Wha- Dude.” Stiles just stares at the garment in question but doesn’t take it, leaving Derek out to suffer the awkward time of indecision. He mulls over whether he should drop his arm or thrust it forward again.

“You’re cold. Take the damn sweater.” Thrusting it forward again is what won out in his mind but it doesn’t stay for long. He sighs in exasperation and starts to drop his arm but nearly flinches with how fast Stiles snatches the sweater from his hand.

“No, no, didn’t say I didn’t want it.” Stiles pointedly does not look at him while he scrunches up the material and shrugs it over his head. Somehow his hair looks like even more of a disaster and it’s not on his shoulders straight. Rolling his eyes he reaches forward to adjust the collar so it sits even across his surprising broad frame.

It’s while he’s leaning in those few extra inches that he catches it. The scent wafts up from the collar where Derek’s scent has soaked in the most and from the skin of Stiles’ neck, strong and clear. They twist and twine with each other as they reach Derek’s nose, filling his lungs with something full and light that sits at the top of his lungs.

He stumbles back a bit when he realizes he’s lingered just a tad too long and catches Stiles’ confused gaze. Derek huffs and turns away and refuses to admit he misses the scent when it clears from his sinuses.

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