”Okay, what did I do?” Stiles
whispers, and Laura makes a small hum of acknowledgement without
taking her eyes off the TV. ”Your brother’s been giving me the
hairy eyeball for like thirty minutes now. Seriously, did I do
something to tick him off? If I did, please tell me so I can make it
right. You know I’m trying to stay on his good side.”
Laura snorts. ”Yeah, I know.”
Stiles shushes her softly, because
while Derek has finally redirected his scowling to his book instead
of Stiles’ face, his ears probably work fine.
”Don’t worry about it, man, I got
this,” Laura murmurs. Alarm bells go off immediately, and Stiles
pokes her until she turns her full and annoyed attention to him.
”What?”
”Laur, what did you do?”
”I did you a solid, that’s what.”
Stiles is not at all convinced, and the
placating smooch on the cheek she gives him does nothing to alleviate
his worry. It does make Derek snap a pencil clean in half at the
table where he’s still doing homework, and Stiles knows something’s
going on here. But he’ll be damned if he can figure out what.
”Look, whatever you did, Laur, I
don’t think it’s working, so I’m just gonna go see if I can smooth
things over with Derek, alright?”
”Fine,” Laura grumbles and makes
herself more comfortable on the couch as he leaves it.
Derek looks like he’d rather eat razor
blade soup than talk to Stiles, but he also doesn’t go away, so
Stiles takes it as an invitation to sit down at the table. ”History
paper?”
”Mhm,” Derek grunts.
”Finished mine earlier today. Laura
was a bro and let me borrow her notes from last year.”
”That’s nice of her.” Derek ’s
voice is surprisingly cold. He’s usually rabidly protective and
loving when it comes to his family, and Stiles stares at him.
”What, she didn’t let you borrow them
too?”
Derek shrugs. ”Didn’t have to.”
”Right, of course, you wouldn’t need
them, would you.” Stiles knows history is Derek’s favorite subject,
and if he’d thought there was any chance in hell it could happen,
Stiles would ask Derek to study with him. Only, by studying he
really means ten percent studying and nintey percent making out. A
guy can dream.
”I’m… glad she’s treating you
well,” Derek says suddenly, and Stiles blinks in confusion.
Stiles sputters so hard he nearly falls
off his chair. ”What?! No! I would never! Like, don’t get me
wrong, she’s an amazing woman and will make some lucky guy or gal
very scared and horny some day, but I am not that guy or girl, and I
will never be, okay?”
Derek stares at him for another long
moment before slamming down the pencil that replaced the broken one,
and gets up with a shriek of chair on hardwood. ”Excuse me,” he
growls, and Laura vaults over the back of the couch and out of the
room as Derek chases after her.
”I was trying to help!” Stiles
hears Laura squeal from somewhere out back, and Stiles might be a
little blinded by the beauty and awesomeness of all the Hales who
have somehow taken him under their wing, but he’s not a complete idiot, and
everything suddenly clicks in his mind, making him grin stupidly,
because how did he not see it?
Derek comes back in a few minutes later
with twigs in his hair and a very charming flush to his face, but
also a swagger that says he totally won the scuffle. Stiles smiles
goofily at him, because god, he’s sweet on this man.
”So,” Stiles says. ”Since that’s
out of the way, why don’t me and you study for that history paper
together?”
There’s a pregnant pause while Derek
stares at him again, more confused than hurt now, the difference
obvious now that Stiles knows that’s what it was. ”I thought you
said you’d finished it?”
”I have.”
”So why would- oh.”
It’s beautiful, the moment Derek
catches on. And Stiles totally gets his wish. In fact, the ratio is
more like one percent studying and the rest is making out.
Picture this: Stiles and Derek reconnect at John and Melissa’s wedding after not seeing each other for nearly six years.
Derek has been back in Beacon Hills for a few months, he’s working as a contracted consultant with the Sheriff’s Department and rebuilding the old Hale house, but making it a place where the ghosts won’t haunt him anymore. He’s been seeing a therapist and dealing with his PTSD and his other problems. He’s happy, or at least he’s mostly happy.
Stiles just graduated from Columbia, Summa Cum Laude bitches, and is moving back to Beacon Hills where he’ll be basing his new bookstore and supernatural consulting agency that he started in New York City.
Stiles moved back just a week before the wedding and things were so busy helping his dad and Melissa get everything together that he hasn’t even really seen Lydia and Scott, let alone Derek.
The wedding itself is lovely. It’s small and perfect for John and Melissa. Stiles and Scott stand up with their parents and mostly Stiles tries to pay attention to the service, but he may have gotten distracted by a certain someone in the crowd.
He may have spotted Derek in the third row and lost his breathe for a second because Derek aged well. He’s just shy of 30 with flecks of grey in his full beard, his hair a little longer then Stiles had seen it and he looks amazing.
Derek spotted Stiles too and he almost missed the vows and kiss because Stiles’ grew up well. He had looked good when he was 17, but Derek had felt a little creepy eyeing a 17 year old so he didn’t make a move, but now, now Stiles is 23 and a little taller then Derek remembered, and his hair is shorter but no less disheveled, he even had stubble.
After the service, once the reception started, Stiles found himself hiding in a coat closet and face to face with Derek Hale for the first time in almost 6 years.
“Did Scott’s great aunt Maria get to you too?” Stiles asks as he looks over the stricken look on Derek’s face and the smudge of gaudy pink lipstick on his cheek.
“Does she do that to everyone?”
“Oh yeah, my ass still has bruises from last Christmas. She’s a handsy old lady.”
Next thing they both know they’re sitting on the floor in the coat closet, Stiles snuck out and got them snacks and a bottle of champaign. Derek forgot how funny Stiles is, how his laugh can fill the cracks in his heart,
And Stiles, well he’s seeing a new side of Derek Hale. He’s seeing the lighter side that he always knew existed, that he saw brief glimpses of, the side he had always been drawn to.
By the time Scott finds them almost two hours later, they’re both a little buzzed and grinning like idiots.
They end up slow dancing to the last three songs of the night, Stiles’ head on Derek’s shoulder. Derek might have even kissed Stiles on the temple at some point. It’s sickeningly sweet and Scott had to leave the room because all the emotions and smells were driving him crazy. He didn’t ever need to smell that amount of arousal coming off of his best friend and his returned pack member.
Lydia gets some really great pictures of them dancing and even manages to snag one of the temple kiss. When she goes to drop them off at Stiles’ apartment a few weeks later there’s a rather conspicuous black Camaro parked next to the beat up old Jeep.
She leaves the pictures in the his mailbox and gets out of there as fast as possible because the window to Stiles third floor apartment is open and she never needed to hear Derek Hale make those kind of noises.
Derek Hale Visits Stiles’ First Apartment and Doesn’t Leave
Stiles isn’t the kind of person to get weird when he wakes up next to someone. Well, that’s not totally true, Stiles is always the kind of person to get weird about any and every thing he could possibly get weird about. But he’s in college and he’s an adult and sometimes he has sex and even if he has to excuse himself to go to the next room sometimes to kind of… jump up and down and shake out the extra energy before they actually do it – because he’s about to have sex and screw you if you’re too cool to not get excited about it every time – he’s still totally responsible and cool about it. It’s sex. Stiles Stilinski has sex and is totally not weird about it.
But waking up next to Derek Hale is not like waking up next to Chris from his econ class or Elena from world lit. First, they didn’t have sex and second, Derek’s a werewolf and third, there are faint lines crisscrossing Derek’s back where he was attacked by an Omega in the woods outside the campus. He’s healed, but Stiles knows the marks can take a while to disappear.
Derek’s stirring a little, rubbing his face against one of Stiles’ pillows and pressing his knuckles against his mouth. Stiles freezes, balls of his feet against the floor, legs tense, trying to decide if he should get up or stay there or maybe stretch back out and pretend to sleep some more.
He didn’t expect to see Derek last night and he definitely didn’t expect to have him show up outside his apartment, bleeding and exhausted. Stiles had just gotten back from a late lab and there Derek was, sitting next to the welcome mat that Scott’s mom had given him at his apartment warming party.
He’d put his arm out and Derek had taken it, resting his weight against Stiles’ side, and they’d walked in together. Stiles cleaned his wounds and gave him a clean shirt to wear with his boxer-briefs then settled him in bed. When Stiles had tried to leave for the couch, Derek wrapped strong fingers around Stiles’ wrist and pulled him down next to him. Stiles didn’t ask any questions.
Derek looks up at Stiles on the edge of the bed and smiles a little. It hits Stiles low and hot and unexpected. Well, not entirely unexpected. “Does your heart always beat that fast?”
“Only when I’m terrified.”
“The Omega’s handled, you’re not in danger by harboring me.”
“Not scared of an Omega.”
Derek smiles again. “All these years and you still think I want to hurt you? You put me in your bed last night and you think I’m just going to wake up and murder you? For what, fun?”
Stiles shrugs. “Constant mortal danger is the cost of being friends with you people. I’m used to it.”
Derek’s fingers find their way to Stiles’ wrist again, thumb pressing to the place where the bones join and his pulse beats. “You’re not in mortal danger right now.”
“You’re not getting an accurate pulse anyway. Your thumb has it’s own. You’re getting a false read.”
“I’m listening, not feeling.”
Stiles swallows and tries to will his heart to calm down. He’s still tired and deeply, deeply confused about every single thing that is currently happening in and around him. “How… are your wounds?”
“Fine. Thank you again.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
Derek shakes his head, fingers pressing at Stiles’ wrist. “Not to me.”
Stiles tries not to start freaking out. The touch of Derek’s hand is doing truly alarming things to Stiles’ genitals. This is normally the part where he runs in the other room and expends some energy, but instead he is trapped next to Derek with his pounding heart and the sinking feeling that he really, really wants to have sex with Derek Hale. He manages about a deep breath and a half.
Derek tugs once, gentle, at Stiles’ wrist and it’s all over. He’s sliding into the bed with him, against him, stretched along the length of his body as Derek turns on his side to pull him in closer. Derek palm’s Stiles’ hip under his t-shirt and leans in, their mouths so fucking close Stiles’ kind of wants to scream. “When did this–?”
Derek shakes his head. “Shut up, Stiles.” And Stiles can’t argue because Derek’s mouth is on his and there’s no more space for his questions.
“What do you mean we’re stuck,” Stiles hissed, the speaker crackling off as he spoke. He looked around the small box, suspended by nothing but a few wires and felt his heart start to race.
“Stiles, breathe,” Derek said, putting a hand on the back of his neck to comfort him, “Think about something else.”
“It’s not working,” Stiles muttered, his eyes darting around, considering using the hatch on the top to make an escape. Derek seemed to sense where his head was and pinned him against the wall, bracketing his arms around Stiles.
They’d been doing this for a while now, touching, kissing, sex, it felt like something could come of it, but neither of them was willing to broach the topic.
Where Derek’s lips met Stiles’ it felt urgent. He licked into his mouth, moving one hand to grip Stiles’ hip and the other cupped him through his pants. Stiles let out a soft groan, his mind successfully off of the fact that they were trapped in a tiny metal box.
Derek nipped at Stiles bottom lip, moved his mouth to suck and bite down his jaw and neck, slowly lowering himself onto his knees in front of Stiles. “Derek, what are you doing?”
Oh god, just, I have so many thoughts about bottom!stiles. Like how I think that Stiles could be fucked in so many ways and love every way he’s fucked.
Like him just being fucked by Derek, hard and rough from behind, his mouth open on the pillow in ecstasy as he moans and shouts out for more, for it to be harder, for Derek to fuck him into the mattress. I like to imagine Derek holding onto Stiles’ slim, slender hips, his back arched into Derek’s thrusts, hand coming back to hold onto Derek’s thigh as Derek thrusts deep, causing Stiles to keen, high and strangled. I like to imagine Derek threading his fingers through Stiles’ hair and pulling, making Stiles’ head come back on Derek’s shoulder so he can kiss him deep from behind, and Stiles absolutely loving all of this because it just feels so fucking good.
But also, on the opposite end of the spectrum, I love the thought of Derek making love to Stiles, and they’re facing each other, and it’s a lot for Stiles, not only letting Derek inside him during such an emotional situation, but trusting Derek to take care of him, to make it amazing for him. And maybe Stiles isn’t expecting it to be as powerful as it is. Like, Stiles has been fucked, and it’s been good, he’s even been fucked by Derek, which has been amazing. But no one’s ever made love to him before and that’s a surprisingly emotional thing for Stiles and he feels more vulnerable than he ever has and he’s shaking in Derek’s arms. And Derek holding Stiles close as slides into him, wrapped all around him, making Stiles feel safe, loved, protected. And I just imagine Stiles burying Derek’s head in his shoulder, unable to keep the tears at bay and not wanting Derek to see. Not because they’re bad tears, but because they’re good tears and Stiles doesn’t want Derek to freak out and think he’s hurting him or anything, because he’s not, it’s actually the best sex Stiles has ever had.
And Stiles shivering as Derek runs his hands along his sides, down his hips, down his thighs and then holding his leg gently as he slides in and out, in and out. Derek moving his arms around to hold Stiles around his waist, lifting his hips up to slide deeper into Stiles, and Stiles shuddering, head spinning, barely able to hold on as Derek shatters him, as he brings Stiles to a whole other level when it comes to sex, and Stiles thinking that sex is too tame a word, too ordinary, too…blah. He doesn’t know what to describe the experience he just had with Derek, and after he comes he a shaking, twitching mess, and Derek is too, but Stiles doesn’t notice because he still needs to crash back down to earth.
I love thinking of Stiles bottoming like that, a lot. I love thinking of Stiles being vulnerable and torn open without Derek even trying, and Stiles feeling Derek so deep inside him for days and loving that feeling in his ass, and like, it was so amazing and Stiles needs to tell someone and so he blurts it out to Scott, saying “Derek made love to me, and it was the best fucking thing i’ve ever experiences, Scott. He was like so fucking deep inside me that I felt him in my throat. It was fucking…amazing, dude” meanwhile Scott is gagging, covering his ears, screaming that he doesn’t want to hear this shit and Stiles is just standing there dreamily, remembering Derek fucking into him oh so slowly, gently, and hitting his prostate and sending stars bursting in his vision.
And Stiles loves getting fucked because he loves feeling things, mostly cocks, up his ass, and Derek has the most glorious cock of all the cocks, and he hits his prostate just right and Stiles LOVES his prostate coming into play during sexytimes because it feels SO GOOD.
Stiles just loves things (i.e. Derek) all up in and around his ass and Derek rimming him is HEAVEN. I mean, Stiles loves to rim Derek just as much, of course, but Derek rimming him is an experience. Stiles’ ass is mucho sensitive and Derek knows this, and Stiles becomes a sobbing mess by the time Derek shoves three fingers up his ass and thrust his tongue in and out of his whole and Stiles actually comes a couple times from Derek’s tongue in his ass alone.
I love to think about Stiles liking being pushed up agains the wall, Derek bringing his hands around to the front of jeans and unbuttoning them, pulling down the zipper, pushing his pants and boxers down and just taking him. I love to think about Stiles loving to have his face pressed against the cool surface of the wall, Derek’s hands pinning his to the wall, and Derek thrusting in and out of him, his dick trapped against his stomach and the wall, and Derek holding his chin and moving his head so he can kiss him, kiss his neck, bite his shoulder. I love thinking about Stiles loving when Derek grabs Stiles’ ass cheeks and squeezing them as he fucking in and out of him, and Stiles’ breath coming short, his brain short circuiting as the amazing stimulation, the pure pleasure coursing through his veins.
I also love thinking about Stiles loving to be picked up and pinned to the wall, facing Derek, Derek grabbing his hips in a firm, but non-bruising grip and making Stiles arch into his thrusts, and Stiles’ head throat back as he shouts out “yes” over and over against, hangs carding through Derek’s hair and holding on tightly as Derek attacks his necks with kissing, hits his prostate over and over again, his back hitting the wall with each hard thrust.
And fuck, I haven’t even gotten to Stiles riding Derek, Stiles taking control and putting Derek’s hands where he wants them on his body and sinking down onto Derek’s dick, speeding up and causing Derek to whine, to groan, to shout, and then causing Derek to curse a blue streak when he slows down, and Stiles grinning mischievously as he locks his thighs and goes “ah ah ah, I don’t think so, babe” when Derek tries to flip them over and fuck Stiles wild. Stiles pinning Derek’s hands to the bed beside his head and teasing Derek with a light kiss, placing butterfly kisses all over Derek’s face as he thrusts down on Derek’s cock slowly, oh so slowly, and Derek whimpers, plants his feet and fucks up into Stiles and Stiles keens, tightens his hold on Derek’s hand and lets Derek fuck up into him, mouth falling open in pleasure as Derek fucks him so good –
But then Stiles sitting back, locking his thighs again and making Derek stop, taking his legs and laying them straight against, pinning them down, arching his back to do so and driving Derek crazy with the image, Stiles’ cock standing proud, pre-come tricking down the sides of it, his whole cock red and weeping, his abs which are not as obvious as Derek but are still there clenching, making Derek want to touch them, Derek moving to do so and Stiles stopping him with a look. No, Stiles is in charge, and Derek nods in understanding.
And Stiles slowly torturing – i.e. driving Derek crazy – switching between going slow, speeding up and going fast, bouncing on Derek’s cock, the slapping of their flesh coming together echoing through the room, and Derek coming before Stiles, back arching off the bed, and Stiles’s head is thrown back in ecstasy and Derek’s coming down from his orgasm and Stiles is almost there and he strokes himself just once, twice, and he comes, all over Derek’s chest, and some even gets on Derek’s neck.
I also love thinking of Stiles controlling it from on his back, like him winding his legs around Derek’s waist, putting his heels to Derek’s ass and pushing him in, hard, and Derek letting out a strangled moan of surprise, and Stiles gives no shits about how loud he is, he just lets go, and grabs Derek’s ass in his hands and sets the pace, and Derek loves it, love Stiles setting the pace because Derek doesn’t want to go too fast, too hard, and hurt Stiles – and I imagine this near the beginning of their relationship when Derek is still not sure how hard Stiles likes, or how soft, and what can hurt him, what won’t – and so Stiles tightens his hold around Derek’s waist with his thighs, arches up to push Derek deeper inside him and once Derek gets how fast or slow, how hard or soft Stiles wants it, Stiles drops his legs to the bed and lets Derek continue to set the pace.
I love Stiles bottoming when he’s in control and when he lets Derek have control, or some of it, and he lets Derek dominate him, just a little.
But I fucking love, too, a give and take with Stiles bottoming. Like Derek thrusting into Stiles and Stiles changing the position if he wants to, or changing the tempo, but Derek still being the one to keep the fucking going.
Ahhh, this is getting too long now haha, but just…Stiles giving up all control while being fucked, fuck yes A+, Stiles taking all the control while being fucked, fuck yes A+, Stiles trusting Derek to take care of him while being fucked, A+ yes pls forever and ever, Stiles being so in love with Derek that he breaks down his walls for Derek and lets him in in a way he’s never let anyone else in.
Stiles giving Derek all of himself, showing how much he loves Derek every time, every time he lets Derek fuck him, make love to him, every time he lets Derek that close to him, that intimate with him, like no one else ever has been, because Stiles never wanted to let his walls down before, never wanted sex to be anything more or other than sex. But with Derek, he wants everything, and Stiles bottoming is everything ashfkjahfj.
I love bottom!stiles so much i am a mess, don’t tocuH ME
Known better than to expect he’d get a long, full happy life. Known better than expect to get any resolution of anything. Known better than to think he’d go out any other way than when he should’ve been better.
The rogue hunters had been tracking them for months.
He and Scott had called in everyone they’d known, everyone who could’ve helped, but these people were like the Argents on speed.
Months and months of constant defense and strategizing and worry.
If Stiles is being honest though, he doesn’t even hate them. Not now that he’s going to die and not for the months of emotional trauma they’ve caused him.
Not when it meant Derek came back to town to help. Not when it meant that he and Stiles grew closer than ever.
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