“You’re more than just a one night stand.” this feel perfect for Sterek 🥺💕
Highly agree!! This got...so long, lmfao. Thank you for the prompt 💖
"I want you to fuck me."
Derek, as he always does, reacts with his eyebrows. He stays still for a long moment, as if debating whether he wants to let Stiles in after his opener. It can't be the strangest thing he's heard Stiles say, objectively, but it ranks. Eventually, though, he makes up his mind and steps to the side.
"I'm going to need you to walk me through why you would show up here and ask me like that."
Derek's not a stupid man. He knows what he looks like. He's been able to smell how Stiles feels about what he looks like since that first fateful day in the woods. The intensity of it has grown, to his shock, as Stiles has spent more time with him and gotten to know him better. But it's always been there, so it's not that the question is actually a complete surprise. Which begs the other question - why is he saying something about it now?
As he closes the door behind him, Derek takes a longer moment to evaluate Stiles. Sure, there's arousal in his scent, but it's not the most distinctive thing that he notices by far. Stiles isn't just nervous, like Derek would expect him to be after making such a bold statement. He's scared. And Derek isn't going to do anything until he understands what the source of that fear is.
"So you don't want to?"
"That's not what I said. Try again."
Thank god that neither Peter nor Isaac is in the loft right now. Whatever it is that's compelling Stiles to be here, talking like this, it's got to be private. Personal. And serious, which Derek can tell from the amount of time it seems to take for Stiles to organize his thoughts.
"I figured it out. Whatever it is that's killing people - it's killing virgins, Derek. And I just - "
Derek is silent. Stiles' thought isn't finished, yet. It's not time for Derek to reprimand him for thinking that -
"I was joking about it, just a little bit, with Scott. Danny overheard and jokingly offered to sleep with me, and I was surprised, but even before he said he was kidding I was going to say no. Because I don't want to sleep with Danny. I don't want anything with Danny. Because I want it with you."
Derek clears his throat with no idea what he's going to say next. This isn't what he was prepared for. "But you just said you want me to fuck you."
Stiles laughs, and there's more than a little self-deprecation in it. "Derek. Are you kidding me? You're so much more than just a one night stand. I'd rather do this right. I'd rather keep working up the courage to actually ask you on a date, and keep listening to Scott complaining about how gross I smell after I've spent too much time around you or thinking about you. I'd rather fumble through a messy first kiss and then keep trying until we get it right. I'd rather do all of that with you, if you'd let me.
"But I have to be alive for all of that to happen, Derek. So, yeah. Tonight? I want you to fuck me. And then - then maybe we can start over."
Words typically come a lot easier to Derek than people might think, but he really needs to take a minute to digest everything that Stiles has just thrown at him. Apparently, though, he takes just a bit too long.
"This was a bad idea. I should go."
Sometimes, Derek likes how human Stiles is. Other times, he desperately wishes that Stiles had the same senses that he did, because if he did, he would know that the last thing that Derek wants right now is for Stiles to leave. Stiles turns to leave, though, and that's enough to spur Derek into action.
He's maybe not as gentle as he should be when he grabs for Stiles' wrist to spin him back around, but he can apologize for it later. Now, his mouth is busy, and so is Stiles'.
Everything that Derek wants to say but is struggling to find the words for is contained in that kiss. He just prays that Stiles understands it.
When he pulls back to give Stiles space to breathe, he looks like he understands it. His pupils are blown wide, but there's pure adoration there, and Derek knows that his face reflects the same. It's Stiles. How could his expression be anything else?
"I'll fuck you. I'll make it good. And then we can do things right. I don't - I don't know exactly what it'll look like. I haven't let myself think about it in the same way you have. But I want that too, okay? Is that enough?"
Stiles looks like Derek has just given him the entire world in the palm of his hand. He's going to say that's good enough for now. Derek reaches out, takes Stiles' hand, and leads him up the spiral staircase to his bedroom.
Derek kisses him again once they make it up there. Mostly it's just because he can, and isn't that a wonder? But it's also because he can tell that Stiles is nervous. About being killed, yes, but also about doing this.
He resolves to give Stiles the best experience that he can, despite the pressure. And then hopefully they'll work their way back up to this level of intimacy when Stiles' life isn't still in - well, when it's in less danger, at least. A human associating with a wolf pack is always in some kind of danger, but especially when said human is also the sheriff's kid.
He keeps kissing Stiles as he walks towards the edge of his bed, then uses his gentle grip on Stiles' hips to encourage him to climb into Derek's lap as he sits down. It takes a bit of situating before Derek gets them both comfortable; resting up against the headboard but still with Stiles well-seated on his lap.
Derek's certainly still leading, but it's not like Stiles isn't an active participant. He initiates kisses more and more, and his hands start to roam over the broad expanse of Derek's shoulders and chest. The movements are tentative, like he's not sure what the rules are or if he's allowed, but Derek does nothing to discourage him.
In fact, he starts fiddling with the hem of his own shirt instead of Stiles', and he quickly seems to get the hint and strips Derek out of his shirt so that his touches, quickly becoming bolder and more assured, are all on bare skin. Derek allows him to get him out of his pants, too, before stopping Stiles' hands at the waistband of his underwear.
Stiles lets out a plaintive little whine at being denied, but allows it when it becomes apparent that Derek is just getting him caught up so that they're both just in their underwear. The edge of nerves has faded, and it seems more like anticipation, which was exactly what Derek was hoping for.
This time, he peels Stiles' underwear down and off and just drinks in the sight of him before taking his cock (how is it pretty, like the rest of him? it seems unfair) in hand and giving it a few light, loose strokes.
Stiles reacts to the touch like he's been struck by a bolt of lightning, and Derek tightens his grip. Stiles lets out a noise and pushes at Derek's shoulder, so he immediately lets go.
"Jesus, that's embarrassing. I almost came."
Derek just shrugs. "It'll help you relax, either way we do things. And I know you can get it up more than once; you've told that story about the lazy day you came like six times in a row to the pack."
Stiles sits back, and Derek just barely stops himself from smirking at the notion that he has finally rendered Stiles speechless.
"Ok, so I can definitely come more than once. I just - I didn't want to come that fast, especially my first time with you. But more importantly, what do you mean by 'either way we do things'? I mean, you're going to fuck me, right? That's what I asked for."
"And we'll do that if you want," Derek nods, completely reasonable. "But you could also fuck me. That might be easier for your first time. There's no right or wrong answer."
Stiles falls silent again, but not for quite as long this time. "You really mean that, don't you? I mean, I'm not a werewolf. I can't tell. But you would actually let me fuck you if I was more comfortable that way, wouldn't you?"
"It's not about letting you, like it's some chore. I like getting fucked, too, Stiles. But I know you're stressed out about all of this, so I just want to make sure you feel as safe as you can."
"I always feel safest when I'm with you," Stiles blurts out, then cringes, but Derek just feels lucky. It's not like they got off to the easiest start, but he also knows that Stiles fully believes that he's safe with Derek. So much has changed in so little time. "And, I want you to fuck me."
"Then that's what we'll do. And if you change your mind, or if you come while I'm getting you ready, then that's okay. You've got me, Stiles. You've got me." Derek can't help but kiss him again before he repositions them so that Stiles is on his back. It would be easier, maybe, on his hands and knees, but he knows that Stiles will want the reassurance of being able to see him. So he gives him that; propping his ass up with a pillow before taking his cock in hand again.
He keeps up the gentle, easy strokes as he positions himself to be face-to-face with Stiles' ass after snatching the lube from his nightstand. He spreads Stiles' ass with his other hand, then instead of reaching for the lube, pushes his tongue through his spread fingers.
"Oh my god, Derek, what are you doing?!" Stiles' hips don't arch away from him, though, only towards.
"I know you've seen enough porn to know what rimming is, Stiles," Derek says dryly, then goes back to his exploratory licks at Stiles' rim.
Stiles comes when Derek slides the first lubed finger in place of his tongue inside. Derek works him through it gently, murmuring soft encouragements, then pulls away to clean him up. He doesn't mind the mess, of course, but he wants Stiles to be as comfortable as possible for all of this. And that, unfortunately, does not include allowing the come covering his soft belly to get dry and tacky.
"Do you need a breather? Or do you want me to keep going?"
Stiles pulls Derek down with both hands into a kiss, then releases him just as quickly.
"Please keep going. I mean, you already blew my mind. But I feel like I need - I need - "
"If it's more you need, then it's more you'll get," Derek says like it's just that simple, because frankly, it absolutely is. He can sit up with Stiles as he works his fingers in and out, adding more lube than is strictly necessary, but he has no intentions of causing any harm tonight. Not when this is an unexpected start to what will hopefully be a real relationship. Not when he knows that Stiles trusts him.
He gets to three fingers and debates adding a fourth when Stiles starts really begging for it.
"I'm definitely stretched enough, I'm definitely ready, please Derek." Just because Stiles believes the words doesn't mean that they're true, but his cock is flushed and nearly fully hard again, and the give around his fingers is more than sufficient for the size of Derek's cock. He's asking for it, and Derek believes him, so he'll give it to them. It's not like he doesn't want to, after all. He just understands that there's more than Stiles' status as a virgin sacrifice at stake here.
Derek rummages around for a condom, and Stiles grabs his wrist. "Do we have to use one? I mean, obviously I'm clean, and you're a werewolf."
The idea of stuffing Stiles full of his scent is so goddamn appealing that Derek almost goes blind with it, but he shakes his head and tears open the packet that his fingers close around. "If you still want that another time, we can talk about it. But the mess and everything can be a lot. And it's really something that we should talk about beforehand, not in the moment. I know you've gotten the safe sex talk before."
Stiles pouts just a bit, but doesn't put up any further protest, thank god. He's going to be impossible to say no to, Derek already knows, but he wants to stand his ground here. Some things can really just be too much for a first time, especially one borne out of desperation, even if there's also affection involved.
He bends Stiles' leg up and out to the side as he lines himself up, then bends to kiss just above the bend of his knee on his inner thigh as he gives a tentative first press forward. The give of Stiles' rim is nice and easy, and he slides the tip in without any resistance. Stiles, for his part, moans like it's the best thing he's ever felt in the whole wide world, and pushes his hips forward for more.
The slide stays easy and Derek is so thankful that he took his time and didn't let anything make him rush. There's a sense of wonder radiating from Stiles at the unique sensation, but no pain. Just fullness.
Still, he can't be too careful. He stops himself before fully bottoming out to ask, "Are you okay? How does that feel?"
Stiles reaches the one leg that Derek doesn't have captured in his grip around to press his heel into Derek's back and push him forward hard the rest of the way in.
"Feels so good, fuck, Derek. I had no idea it would be like this. No idea."
"Me neither," Derek replies, strained by the bold move on Stiles' part. Yeah, he's fucked other people before. Even other virgins. But this? This is something new. This is something precious. Derek will do anything and everything in his power to protect this for the rest of time.
The gentle pace he starts out with gets tossed to the wayside with Stiles encouraging him forward and forward and forward. It's like he just can't get enough and Derek is in total agreement. He never wants this moment to end.
It will, though. He's been worked up since Stiles walked through his door, and Stiles is clearly already on the cusp of his second orgasm for the night. He lets go of Stiles' leg to jerk him off in rhythm with his thrusts, and the way that Stiles clenches around him means he's done for.
He does his best to maintain the rhythm that he's set as he fills the condom and focus on what makes Stiles feels good, and it proves effective as Stiles finally follows him over the edge.
Like before, he pulls out gently and goes to clean up right away. He can see Stiles pouting at him distantly from the bed, but he intends to hold Stiles as long as he'll let him for the rest of the night without moving.
He's gentle as he cleans Stiles' skin up and more cursory with his own, then he finally settles into Stiles' side, snaking his arm around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
"Derek? I really don't think I'm in danger of being a virgin sacrifice anymore."
Derek can't help but snort. "No, I'd say you're safely covered on that base. And for the record - whenever it is that you work up the courage to ask me out? I'll say yes."
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