Omg, tell me more about experienced!Stiles and going home to literally rock Derek’s world. Does he make Derek cry because it’s to much? Does he black out for a second because it’s too good? Experienced!Stiles is my guilty pleasure like you wouldn’t believe

pale-silver-comb:

Here’s some things I know about experienced!Stiles: 

  1. Stiles’ hips knew how to roll as smooth as anything while Stiles himself was still all flail and awkwardness in the beginning of college. (He may have accidentally hit a few people in the face in the early days, not sure what to do with his hands, but it really did not matter because his hips knew how to make someone feel so damn good they didn’t even notice how bad Stiles actually was at sex).
  2. Stiles is really not good at the whole “love ‘em and leave ‘em” thing, so he ends up with lots of numbers in his phone . He always takes his one night stands to breakfast the next day if they want to stick around and calls when someone asks him too. He dates a few people for a while but it never amounts to anything serious. He does have regular booty calls though. 
  3. Stiles adopts a bit of a reputation at college. He’s that guy you go to if you want a good time, knowing he will never kick you out of his bed when you’re finished. (Warning: if you stay too long he might force you to watch Star Wars and eat curly fries with him.)
  4. He really likes cuddling after. 
  5. He always remembers you’re name but internally he has to work it out, like, oh shit shit shit, who are you again?? Oh right, the girl who did the freaky tongue thing! Um..Rachel! Your name is Rachel! “Hey Rachel, how’s it going?” 
  6. He is a kink shaming free zone. If someone has a kink and is shy about it he gently coaxes it out of them and is just very very curious about everything. More than often he will research the fuck out of kinks. He learns out to tie intricate knots, he learns all about sub space and where not to spank people. Even if he isn’t into something he will still try and dirty talk that kink all the way home with the person who is into it, because Stiles Stilinski he is here to give everyone a damn good time. 
  7. He’s got a filthy mouth. 
  8. When he comes back from college he’s got swagger. I mean, he’s still Stiles. He stills walks into doors and trips over his own feet, but when he first kisses Derek? He is also confidence and smoothness and Derek is just sitting there going ?????? because Stiles’ heart is pounding like he’s nervous but his lips are just so in control and Derek doesn’t know if he is more turned on by the fact Stiles is secretly nervous or the fact he is so damn good at just kissing Derek thinks he might actually come in his pants like a teenager. 
  9. Derek is used to having sex with people and them just using him. He’s never made love- even though he thought  Kate was love- and when he and Stiles fall into bed he expects it to be like that. Not because he thinks Stiles is like Kate or anything but because he is just so used to being the one not in charge, to be moved this way and that,  and Stiles is taking charge. He has Derek’s hands pinned above his head and he’s shushing him and biting down on his neck when Derek whimpers. But, unlike Kate, unlike the others Derek has been with, Stiles also stops and looks at him. He checks on him, whispers “is this okay?” He kisses him and doesn’t do anything else but kiss him. He pays attention to what Derek likes and is just focused on making Derek feel good. It’s a new experience for Derek and one he isn’t sure how to process. Stiles bares his neck to him and Derek finds himself baring his right back. 
  10. (Stiles was born ready to take a knot. “I’m pretty sure that’s not what you are meant to say when someone asks to knot you, Stiles.“ “What am I supposed to say? Derek, my body was made for your werewolf dick. Get it in me!” “You disturb me.“ “You’re the one with the duck that swells.” “Duck?” “Dick! Auto correct, dammit!” “Stiles, this is a verbal conversation.” “Frustration for your naked hot bod then, jeez, give me a break!” 

pale-silver-comb:

It was @hoechlinslapsdylansbutt‘s birthday yesterday and because I am awful, I changed my mind about the plot of her birthday fic half way through writing it despite the fact I was literally only writing her porn. (I have issues, shhh, leave me to them.) So here it is, a day late. You are a wonderful person, Bells, and as a thank you, please accept some virgin, bottom!Derek from me to you! 

“Wow,” Stiles whispers, biting down on a grin.

“What?” Derek asks, frowning.

“I’ve just never seen someone who wears leather blush so hard before is all.”

The comment makes Derek blush even further and Stiles can’t help it, he winks, just to see what
will happen. Call him an asshole, everyone does.

He doesn’t expect the sound Derek makes- something close to
a whimper- nor the way his cock visibly twitches in his sweatpants. Huh. It
looks like Stiles owes Erica twenty bucks.

When they graduated high school, Stiles didn’t just come
away with kick ass grades and a knowledge of Star Wars trivia that is not useless, Scott, thank you very much. Apparently
he came away with sex appeal.

Stiles isn’t exactly proud to say he’s fucked more people
than he’s gotten to know in the past couple of years, but hey, he always takes the
time to learn names and even an interesting fact or two before getting down and
dirty, so that’s got to count for something, right? (Sure, sometimes he only remembers to ask for a name so
he isn’t calling out the wrong one when he’s coming, but that’s only when he’s really drunk. He’s pretty sure that
still counts for good manners.)

“So,” Stiles says, rocking back on his heels a little, the
silence making him uncomfortable. “How do you want to do this?”

“How do I want you to take my virginity?” Derek’s eyes widen
and the blush extends to his ears. It’s freaking adorable. “Gee, I don’t know, Stiles. That’s why I asked you.

Stiles rolls his eyes, but decides Derek has a point. Stiles
isn’t exactly sure how, but he’s got a bit of a reputation for good sexual etiquette.
He didn’t know it was such a rare thing to have, but apparently it is.
Apparently most guys are “selfish asshats” in bed.  Stiles would like defend his own sex, really
he would, but he’s watched enough movies with Lydia and bought more than enough I’m-sorry-he-was-a-jerk
ice cream for Erica and Isaac, to
know he wouldn’t have much of a leg to stand on if he tried.  

So, here he is. Stiles Stilinski. Major in Criminal Law and,
evidently, that special lovin’ feeling.

“Okay, well, last night you said you wanted me to”- Stiles
pretends to read his hand- “pin you down and fuck you until graduation.” He
grins, winking again, just to see Derek bite his lip and make that sound again. Holy shit. “I’m not sure I
have the stamina for that, but for you baby, I’ll give it my best shot.”

Derek grimaces, burying his face in his hands. “I was
drunk.”

“And yet here you are,” Stiles smirks. “Sober.”

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lycanbros:

reminder that you should be writing virgin!derek fic right now

JEEZ QUIT YOUR NAGGING HERE HAVE A COLLEGE AU:

“Okay, now you look like you’re ready for sex!” Stiles declares, fingers warm against Derek’s neck as he fiddles with his shirt collar

And god, Derek’s had so many fantasies that start exactly like this—the two of them alone in their dorm room; Stiles crowding in close, smelling like sugar and Red Bull and the sandalwood shampoo he always steals out of Derek’s shower caddy; Stiles touching him, saying ‘sex’ to him in that silly, exaggeratedly-lascivious way he always does that makes Derek’s stupid heart go all syncopated. 

Except this isn’t one of Derek’s fantasies. Because Stiles is talking about sex with somebody else. 

“I need you to get a little bit more excited about this party, Hale,” Stiles is saying, moving his hands up to adjust Derek’s hair. His palms brush the edges of Derek’s ears on the way, and Derek shudders and clenches his teeth. “Wow, okay, interesting approach. You can try glowering at people until they sleep with you, but I’ve never had much success with it, personally. It might work for you. You’ve got a killer jawline for scowling, dude.”

“I shouldn’t go,” Derek says, not for the first time. 

“I went out on so many limbs to score us invites, Derek! Hot sorority girls. Everywhere. More sorority girls than you can shake a stick at! Which, in this case, is a strikingly appropriate if inelegant idiom.”

“You’re the worst,” Derek reminds him, fondly, “and I’m requesting a new roommate.”

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