dexterous-sinistrous:

NONNIE.

(I actually don’t write bottom!Derek because I’m afraid of messing it up–I wrote it that one time and Derek totally rode Stiles as an apology for their fight. But for me, writing sex scenes is really difficult to begin with, and getting Derek to a point where he is comfortable and feeling confident enough to be open and vulnerable like that takes time and setting up, and I’m just a horrible writer for that).

None the less … NONNIE.

As @kilaem has just said: “Who DOESN’T love bottom Derek”

Like. I don’t think you understand.

(Source: x)

Worship that bottom. That booty needs some lovin’. And Stiles Stilinski is the man for that job. President of the Derek Hale’s Booty Fan Club.

Stiles giving it loving, playful slaps, just to watch it bounce. Derek not so secretly loving it when Stiles does that, and Stiles totally knowing that the big bad Alpha loves his ass being played with. Stiles loving that he could bounce a quarter off of that ass.

But when Derek finally bottoms–trusting Stiles and being comfortable enough with being that vulnerable.

Derek not knowing if Stiles would be okay with him bottoming. Thinking he has to be that stupid stereotype of the “Alpha power top.” He’s the muscular one, the assumed power top. And sure, Derek sometimes gets into the stereotypical power top mode, especially when Stiles is begging beneath him, or when a visiting Alpha has the nerve to touch Stiles without Stiles’ permission, leaving scent markers on him–needing to protect and reclaim his mate.

But then when Stiles and Erica are just chatting one day before a pack meeting. Erica asking Stiles how a human keeps up with the werewolf stamina. And Stiles answering, “Oh, I ride that ass all night.”

And then Stiles knowing something is bothering Derek–seeing it in the way he keeps his arms crossed over his chest or on his hips. Stiles waiting until everyone else leaves before talking to Derek about it.

Derek mumbling, “Nothing” when Stiles asks him if something is bothering him. Stiles retorting with “Well, I can’t make love to you while you scowl like I just drowned your goldfish.” Derek answering, “Stiles, that makes no sense.”

Stiles just being patient and loving. Derek finally crumbling and asking, “Does it bother you if people think I bottom?”

Stiles having to pause and evaluate that Derek is seriously asking him that. “Other people’s opinions about our sex life doesn’t concern me.” And then it dawning on him, “Does it bother you?”

Stiles almost being horrified when he finds out that Derek’s wanted to bottom for a while now, and not said anything. How could his boyfriend think he’d love him less? How the fuck did this happen? And then he starts to think about how insecure Kate had made him feel; about how Jennifer used him for his power. Thinking about how Derek was just used again and again, like a piece of meat. And just, snapping. Because Derek is his everything, and his everything is not going to feel ashamed of wanting things.

“If you want to bottom, you just need to tell me.” And then Stiles just yanking all his clothes off and grabbing Derek, climbing over top him. “This is so long overdue.”

Derek trying to tell him that they don’t have to–that Stiles doesn’t have to feel obligated.

“My sourwolf wants to bottom,” Stiles utters, gently nipping at Derek’s bottom lip as his deft fingers easily undo Derek’s belt. “So I’m going to top him like there is no tomorrow.”

Derek blushing but still managing to mumble, “Don’t talk about me in 3rd person.”

Stiles making it so good for Derek, though. Stiles pulling out all the stops, trying to think about all the porn he’s watched, then quickly scrapping that because it’s not worthy of Derek and his booty. It’s not going to cut it. Stiles thinking of what Derek does to him, trying to replicate it.

Because sure, Stiles and Derek have done things to one another, all over the place. They’ve both rimmed each other, they’ve both given blowjobs (simultaneously, which Stiles still is proud of), mutual handjobs, etc. But Stiles just ups his game.

Rimming Derek until the point that Derek is the one trembling, his claws tearing through the sheets. Derek pushing his face into the mattress because he doesn’t think he’s going to make it to Stiles fucking him.

Stiles pressing soft kisses into the small curve of Derek’s back as his fingers move to finish prepping him. Derek feeling so much pleasure, he’s not sure if he’s going to come or if he’s going to die, it’s almost too much. Stiles trying to think how to position themselves, allowing Derek to turn over onto his back after he realizes that he’s wiggling beneath him.

Them looking at each other when Stiles finally enters Derek, and just it being everything. Stiles waiting for Derek to adjust to it, because despite werewolf healing, Stiles would never do anything harmful to Derek–they get in fights about Derek nearly sacrificing himself almost once a month, (they broke up for 10 hours, once–it was an emotional nightmare for the entire pack).

And then Stiles moving when Derek tells him to. Stiles setting up a nice slow rhythm. Stiles showering attention on all of Derek’s body, though. His chest, his hands, his shoulders, his lips, his jaw. HIS. THROAT.

Derek holding his head back into the pillow, putting his throat on display for Stiles. Stiles swooping in and leaving hickeys that disappear after about 30 seconds–but that’s okay, he’ll just do it again. And Derek releasing a broken off whine when Stiles actually bites down.

Stiles hitting Derek’s prostate again and again, and Derek actually sobbing when he’s about to come, telling Stiles–almost asking for permission. Stiles telling him he’s so good, so perfect, that he can come whenever he feels like it. And Derek’s entire body suddenly tensing and his back arching, and his eyes burning red as his voice just gets stuck in his throat for a second before practically roaring.

And fuck, Derek is never that loud or responsive during sex, always trying to focus on keeping his noises to himself, despite Stiles nearly begging him to make sounds.

It being so much more than Derek’s first time bottoming, though. It being Derek submitting to Stiles–his wolf submitting to his mate.

Derek mumbling, “You’re staring,” afterwards. Feeling self conscious, even after Stiles showered him in kisses and praised him the entire time. Them laying there, naked, Derek laying on his back as he catches his breath, refusing to cry because he feels so loved. Stiles resting on his side, turned in towards Derek, smiling his goofy, happy smile as he just takes in the detail of Derek’s face.

Stiles answering, “I can’t help myself. I’m in love.”

Then confident!Bottom!Derek. Power.Bottom.Derek. I can’t. I’m already a pile of goo.

Bottom!Derek, nonnie. It’s a gift. Cherish it. Love it. Don’t think I don’t like it because I don’t write it. Like, I love me some Alpha Derek being protective and dominant. But I also love Derek Hale falling apart (in the best, most orgasmic way) with Stiles Stilinski pounding into him like there is no tomorrow.

(You want some bottom!Derek loving? head over to @pale-silver-comb and check out her bottom!Derek tag.)