Instead of art, I have a Writer Edition of Pink Undies Sunday. Here's a snippet from my Sterek Reverse Quickie 2026 fic Enough to Make Me Feel Supernatural:
He’d been thinking about Stiles wearing them ever since he’d seen them in the Victoria’s Secret, knowing that they’d look gorgeous up against his alabaster skin as it flushed a rosy pink. He had only intended to shop for himself, wanting to surprise Stiles by opening up his jeans and revealing a pair of silk panties, but he hadn’t been able to pass up buying a pair for his mate, too as soon as Derek had laid eyes on them. Seeing them now as Stiles held them out in front of him, tentative and confused, he couldn’t agree with his past self more.
“For me?” Stiles repeated what Derek had just said moments prior, the beginnings of a blush already tinting his cheeks. “Like… on you, or…?”
Derek shook his head slowly, grinning when confirmation made Stiles’s big, hazel eyes widen, his cheeks blooming an even deeper pink. The werewolf inhaled slowly, scenting the air for that first burst of sweet, blossoming embarrassment. His own jeans were already growing tighter as he breathed it in again, feeling like he could lap it up with his tongue and gorge on it. He murmured unnecessarily, “On you, baby,” just to get another taste.
“Uh…” Stiles started, letting out a nervous laugh, “I don’t…” His petal-pink mouth turned downwards along with his dark brows. “I… don’t really know what you want from me in these? I’m not really, like, feminine or whatever.”
Derek ducked in to kiss the curve of Stiles’s neck, nuzzling close to his throat, before nudging him with his shoulder. “Neither am I,” he said with a smirk, waiting for his mate to catch on. “There doesn’t have to be anything feminine about a cock in a pair of silky panties.” He kept going the more the scent of Stiles’s arousal overpowered his nerves. “I was just thinking of your cock, long and thick and hot, wrapped up in these—” he reached up to rub the light pink silk of the panties in Stiles’s hands between his thumb and forefinger “—like a present.”
“A present for you?” Stiles asked, his voice sounding a little more breathless, but still tinged with doubt.
“For both of us, sweetheart,” Derek corrected, curling one of his arms around Stiles’s waist and pulling him in the last bit of distance between them, “just like I promised.” He brushed his lips against the younger man’s, humming in anticipation. “Slipping these down your thighs just enough to let this—” Derek smoothed the palm of his hand over the hardening line of Stiles’s cock “—out, so I can feel it fill me up. Hmm?” He nuzzled his forehead against Stiles’s, smiling at the sound of his mate’s breath stuttering. “Are you gonna let me fuck myself on your pretty dick?”
“Holy shit,” Stiles choked out. “I—yeah, yeah, lemme just—” He hastened to get out of his clothes, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt until he opted to slip it over his head instead. Derek used the brief window of time to undo the fly of his own jeans, revealing the darker pink pair he was already wearing. He smirked when Stiles finally freed himself from his shirt and almost immediately zeroed in on his panties, eyeing them hungrily.
“See? Let me show you how good it feels, babydoll,” Derek crooned, watching Stiles’s lips part, too dumbfounded to be self-conscious as he finished shucking the rest of his clothes. Derek grinned like he was sinking his teeth into the last of Stiles’s shy uncertainty, watching him step awkwardly into something more delicate than he was used to, and then flushing all the way down to his chest when Derek helped him figure out how to adjust himself in his panties. Once they were on, Derek ran his palm again over Stiles’s silk-clad cock, feeling as it filled out in his hand. “Doesn’t this feel great, honey?”
Stiles swallowed, his throat bobbing up and down enticingly, so Derek ducked in to nip at it with his teeth, barely grazing the skin, while he stroked just as lightly over the hardening line of Stiles’s shaft with his thumb. The younger man made a strangled noise and attempted to buck against his hand, but no answer was forthcoming. Derek straightened, backing Stiles against the kitchen island and smiling when they were almost at the same spot where they’d been for their first date. “Maybe you need a little more convincing, huh?” he teased. “Still my greedy baby.”
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