Stiles didn’t expect the text
from Derek at two in the morning, the chiming of his phone making him jump
slightly as he turned his attention away from his computer and to the device
that rattled across his desk. He picked it up and unlocked it by habit, opening
the message that read ‘Thinking of you’ that was accompanied by an attached
video. Without a second thought, he opened the video, letting it play and
half-listening to it as he turned back to his computer.
He heard a soft moan and bolted
upright, his eyes quickly snapping back to his phone which now had his full and
undivided attention.
You know, it’s flattering when there’s a rumor that says I’m bisexual.
It means I can play more kinds of roles. I’m open to whatever people
want to call me. I’ve never really been attracted to men sexually, but I
don’t think I would be afraid of it if it happened.
@ericusrexlovessterek is feeling a little sad and I know how much they love bottom!Derek, so here you go sweetheart. Let me feed you some headcanons.
1.) Derek’s favourite position to be fucked is while being bent over, well, anything. He adopted a bit of a Pavlovian effect to it because every single time Stiles fucks him like that he rubs gentle, soothing hands up and down his thighs no matter how rough he is being and Derek is weak when it comes to those hands, gentling him like he’s some kind of lamb and not the monster so many people always assume he is.
2.) It takes Derek a while to be able to let Stiles fuck him face to face. He tells Stiles it’s because he can’t come lying on his back but it quickly becomes apparent he’s terrified of Stiles seeing him wolfed out during sex. Whenever he fucks Stiles, Derek manages to keep his cool, he can control the shift but when it comes to bottoming Derek finds it very hard to so much as remember his name, never mind remember how to keep from shifting. The first time Stiles fucks him face to face, he never stops looking into Derek’s eyes, even when he shifts. Not once does his gaze falter, not once does he show disgust or – as Kate used to do – pity, like he’s inferior. If anything, he looks more into it and Derek comes, confused and breathless, with the words so beautiful ringing in his ears.
3.) Sometimes Stiles gets Derek to fuck himself on a dildo or his fingers and while Derek wants to be cocky about it because he can smell how much it turns Stiles on – and boy can he smell it – he never loses that little bit of shyness as Stiles stares – openly, shamelessly stares. Maybe it’s because he’s used to being ogled, used to people looking at his body instead of his face and asking wanna get out of here? instead of can I buy you a drink? Maybe it’s because he’s never felt more vulnerable than he does around Stiles, but whatever it is, he never blushes more than when he’s like that, with Stiles asking him to come for him; never feels safer either as Stiles kisses him through it, every time without fail, even if Stiles is on the brink of coming himself and can barely do more than pant into Derek’s mouth.
4.) Derek has a teensy bit of a breeding kink – damn wolf urges – and Stiles can’t. help. but. have. fun. with. it. He’s never mean about it but damn does he love holding Derek against his chest during sex, growling playfully as he bites down in his neck, one hand wrapped around Derek’s dick, squeezing at the base so Derek can’t come before him, lightly stroking his belly when he does come, asking Derek feel that, sweetheart? And god, every single fucking time Derek loses it at the “sweetheart”. Pet names are not something he and Stiles indulge in often – not unless they are being assholes about it, a heated baby here and there – they always feel odd, foreign, but during sex, during moments like this, Stiles really knows how to use them to his advantage and Derek will come howling.
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