[i’ve thought of this so many times - as im sure many others have as well but..]
Derek takes his bed very seriously — it’s probably the only thing he’s ever splurged on or will ever splurge on. he took his time finding the perfect mattress, only buys nice, soft, threaded sheets. is it ridiculous for bedsheets to cost more than $100? yes, but he wants the best. he likes to roll around in them so every inch of fabric smells of himself, so it smells safe and familiar.
he hates when anyone comes over and tries to sit on it. a few would try and Derek would either glare at them to get up or he’d just later rip the sheets off and wash them under hot water and unscented detergents. starting the process all over again of rolling in them until it smelled like him again. he doesn’t ever want to roll over in bed and get a whiff of Isaac’s ass on his blanket or Lydia’s perfume near his pillows.
somehow the exception ends up being Stiles. Derek truly doesn’t know when, how, or why Stiles got a pass. Derek sat at the edge of his bed one night, catching scent of Stiles on the blanket. he leant over and inhaled the scent, eyes shutting, taking in that mix akin to rainwater, honey, bergamot, and cheap detergent. “oh no,” Derek would whisper to himself.
Derek ignored the looks from the pack when Stiles would casually walk to Derek’s bed, mid-ramble with hands flying, sitting at the edge and legs criss-crossed. maybe it happens so many times Scott finally asks, “how come he gets to sit on your bed?” “cause he’s in love with him,” Erica would mumble low enough for only the wolves to hear. Derek would kick them all out, then and there, Stiles giving Derek a confused look on the way out.
he’d later that night roll around in Stiles’ scent, loving how well their aroma melds together.
when Derek finally gets his head out of his ass and tells Stiles how he really feels, he rolls around with Stiles in his bed.. naked. letting every bit of Stiles rub off onto his sheets. in the morning, he’d beg Stiles not to leave his bed, bringing whatever Stiles needed to him. if Stiles did leave the bed, Derek would drag him back into it, kissing, nipping, and scenting him until that safe and familiar feeling returned.
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