Here you go, sweetheart. I am so sorry it’s a day late and I hope you are feeling better. My door is always open to you if you need to talk. Also a big thank you to @crossroadswrite for being the most helpful of betas ever to beta.
Stiles thumps his
head on the desk for the fifth time in twenty minutes.Go to the library, Scott had
said.You’ll get so much done, he said. The
liar.Allison and Kira are coming over and- and Stiles is officially moving Scott from his top bros list.
Being sexiled is one thing, but to be exiled? For platonic
reasons? From his own apartment?
Where there is popcorn and a Dexter marathon waiting for him? Nope. Scott
is officially out. Not that Stiles actually has anyone else on his
bro list, but he could. One day. Starting now. Maybe.Sighing a little more dramatically than is probably necessary – if
the dirty looks he gets in return are anything to go by – he looks around for
something to entertain him.Vaguely, he is aware his anthropology notes are still sitting
there, vying for his attention in that kind of pick me, pick me! way in what he imagines Hermione Granger would
look like if she were a notebook and not a person. Well, fictional character,
unless you make an argument for Emma Watson, but that’s beside the point.No, the point is he wants fun, a life, to go crazy,
and as much as he loves – he squints back at his notes – post-structuralism, it’s
just not going to cut it tonight.Scanning the room, he looks at the different types of people.
It would be nice to make a new friend, he thinks – or so his dad
tells him – and what better way to make a friend than at the library? That’s a
type of friend, right? The “library friend”. They’re easy enough to make. That
person you always meet up with to go for coffee, crashing at their place,
helping each other study, making flash cards.Stiles could see himself in that kind of friendship. He’d ace the
flash cards. Flash cards are his thing,
his buddy, his pal. Maybe he
should put flash cards on his bro list.“And maybe you should stop drinking so much caffeine,”
someone angrily comments behind him.Spinning in his chair, Stiles opens his mouth, ready to argue –
because hello, rude – but promptly shuts it again because hello, wet dream.Wet Dream is currently
scowling at him, making his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose. It’s
adorable and Stiles doesn’t know whether to ask for this guy’s hand in marriage
right here and now or buy him coffee first.“Do you generally like to annoy people by talking out loud, or is
this just my lucky night?”Not that Stiles expects a positive answer to either of those
questions, but a guy can dream. If Lydia Martin taught him one thing in high
school, it’s that a guy can certainly, most definitely, dream.“Are you generally this sexy, or is this just my lucky
night?”
Tag: virgin!derek
Sterek & confess pls!!!
You can also read this on AO3, if you wish to.
~*~
Stiles moaned as he kissed his boyfriend’s beautiful lips, arms around his waist as Derek’s fingers weaved through Stiles’ hair, tugging just enough to make Stiles moan louder into their heated kisses.
They had been going out for six months now, and Stiles was eager as he pushed Derek’s shirt up to try and get it off. They had gotten down to their boxer briefs with many frottage sessions and jerking each other off as well they could through the fabric of the material, as well as some mouth against dick action – again, over the fabric – but they hadn’t gone farther than that yet.
Derek pried his lips off Stiles’ to easily take his shirt off and toss it to the ground. Stiles’ hands explored Derek’s broad, muscled chest as they went right back to kissing.
Stiles loved how easily he could lose himself in Derek’s kisses, in his touch, and forget the outside world. All that was in his mind was Derek and kisses and skin, so much lovely skin.
When Derek eventually moved to Stiles’ neck, sucking and licking a hickey into Stiles’ skin, Stiles almost forgot to broach the subject he had been wanting to broach for weeks now.
But as Derek pulled Stiles’ shirt up and off and went back to Stiles’ neck – only the other side that time – Stiles remembered.
“Derek,” Stiles breathed, hands roaming up and down Derek’s back, over his tattoo. Stiles let his right hand wander into Derek’s hair as Derek sucked particularly hard, making Stiles moan out his next words, “I wanted to-”
“Yeah?” Derek pulled back just enough to say the words, and then his breath was tickling the wet skin on Stiles’ neck, and Stiles shivered.
“I wanted to ask if…if you might want-” but Stiles’ nerves made him clam up, and Derek noticed.
Derek pulled back from Stiles’ neck and looked at him curiously, a confused tilt to his eyebrows.
“Um, it’s just…I’m ready,” Stiles said, wiggling from where he lay under Derek.
“Ready?” Derek asked, still looking confused.
“For…you know..I want to…with you,” Stiles stumbled over his words, nervous but excited at the same time. He rested his hands against Derek’s pecs, biting his lower lip as he took in his boyfriend’s beautiful physique.
“But we’re already…ya know,” Derek smiled softly, leaning down and kissing Stiles softly, and his lips against Stiles’ almost made him forget what he had been saying.
“Mm-wait, no, I mean,” Stiles pulled back enough to look into Derek’s gorgeous eyes, which were still clouded with confusion. Okay, Stiles was going to have to spell it out, apparently. And so, in true Stilinski fashion, he just blurted out, “I want to have sex with you.”
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.”
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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