Dirty talking, love speaking
Stiles has a dirty talk kink, it's not a secret, so of course, once he and Derek got together, Stiles espected a whole of dirty talking. Don't take him wrong, he's seen and heard Derek sweet talking people in multiple occasions (usually to get info or create a distraction) so Stiles knew, he had prove, that Derek excelled in the bed talking area.
However, for some strange reason that Stiles couldn't understand, Derek didn't dirty talk him. Flirting? Sure, arguing? Obviously, bickering? Of course. They did it all, but dirty talk. And Stiles didn't know what else to do to get Derek into the game. He tried loudly listing his kinks, he "forgot" his research history on fully display in the loft, he made suggestive comments. Until one night when Stiles snapped and took the direct approach.
That same night Derek promised to dirty talk Stiles in the bedroom. But once they started it felt...awkward. Derek struggled with his words and made faces as if disgusted with himself. After some minutes Derek stopped and told Stiles that he couldn't do it.
"What do you mean you can't? I've seen you flirt and spill dirty comments many times to many many creatures." It's was just saying out loud what you wanted to do with your partner, wasn't it?
Derek sat against the bedhead, hands covering his face while he worked on his answer. A growl raising in his throat.
"It's just... it feels wrong Stiles. Bad, fake, like bad porn type of fake."
Stiles felt his heart break a bit (ok a lot), he knew that he didn't have the best looks in a pack of hot people, damn even among humans he was barely a 5. But knowing it and listening to Derek say that he couldn't feel horny at Stiles were very different things. Of course Derek found dirty talking difficult in the bedroom, you can't really say much when you can't feel much.
"Oh, it's ok. Fine, yeah. It felt kind of fake, right?" Stiles left a dry laugh, before turning around, back facing Derek, and setting the alarm for 7am.
"We should sleep. I gotta get up early to have breakfast with my dad" he covered himself under the sheets, a cloths barrier between him and Derek.
Derek felt his blood run cold, in the last minutes something had gone terribly wrong. Stiles' scent turned sour, his heartbeat jumped and the smell of salt filled the room
Derek was lost, was Stiles sad because Derek couldn't dirty talk? But Stiles did not smell exactly like sadness. Was he disappointed at Derek for his pathetic attempt? No, Stiles would never blame him for something related to bed activities. He has a very strong view of consent and sex. Then what?
Derek growled before turning to his own side of the bed. He should be able to understand Stiles, he should know what to say to fix it. He should know what affected Stiles so much. He should, he should be a better mate, just as Stiles is for him.
Derek sat again and landed on top of Stiles in one smooth movement. Ignoring his partner's complaint Derek grabbed the sheet wall and pulled, he was going to do this right.
"We have to talk Stiles" his voice was serious, purposeful.
"Nhg, Derek let it go, it's nothing"
"Oh but it IS something. You're the one whose always talking about healthy communication and expressing our feelings. So talk"
Stiles met unblinking werewolf eyes, and a worry puppy face. Pouting and all. God, Stiles loved this man.
Stiles sighed, time to pretend to be a functional adult.
"It's ok Der, Don't look me like that, I'm talking, it's just that, well, listening that you find it difficult to say dirty things to me kind of kicked my self-esteem, you know?"
"No I don't, what does one thing have to do with the other?"
Stiles groaned, eyes looking everywhere except Derek.
"It hurts, ok? Knowing that you can't get in the mood or that it's difficult for you to want to do dirty things with me. And it's not your fault, I know you can't control that but still I-
A soft kiss interrupted his monologue. When they separated Derek rolled his eyes before diving in to kiss each mole on his face.
"You're an idiot. Of course you're hot, I may be failing if you can't understand how bad you got me. It's not that, I can't dirty talk because I don't know how to"
"But I've seen you do it, saying dirty things to strangers to get information. It's the same"
Derek kissed him on the cheek
"It is not the same. All those times it wasn't real. You are not a stranger and I don't want information. We are together, we are...one. And when I'm with you Stiles I don't want to just fuck with you, I want to make love. And I know it sounds cheesy but, I love you Stiles. And I cannot separate that from my stream of thoughts"
They were loosely cuddling facing on another. Both their heartbeats raising and cheeks blushing to the sudden feelings communication
"I love you and I know that if I start to talk in the bed I will end up saying something cliche. Because I love you, and I love the way you move under me, I love the way you pant when you get out of breath, I love how you close your eyes as if to hide form all sensations, I love how you blush when I slip my hands down down into your pants, I love how you shake and tremble when you get close and the way you arch as if presenting yourself to me, I love your whines and moans when I bite your neck, and I love how you slowly loose your words as you get drowned in pleasure, I love how your eyes shine and sparkle and how you laugh when, somehow, you find your words to break a joke in the middle of a thrust. I love you Stiles, and you deserve to be pampered in love and pleasure, to be adored, to be admired. If I could hide you from the world and get you in a life full of love, pleasure and safetiness, I'll do it. And I know that sounds toxic as fuck"
Stiles laughed wetly, eyes filled with unfallen tears. He moved his hand to softly care for Derek's cheek, and Derek finally seemed to relax a bit. Shoulders loosing tension as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy Stiles' touch.
"So, what, you final fantasy is role playing beauty and the beast? I'm not againts"
"You're hot Stiles, you're hot, beautiful, strong, funny, brave. The most incredible creature in the universe-"
"More incredible than unicorns?"
"More incredible than unicorns and dinosaurs. And I can't dirty talk because it is not just your body, it's also your personality, and your mind and your soul. And when I try to focus just on your body it feels inadequate, as if something is missing"
By this moment Stiles was a sobbing mess and Derek had to get up to get him some tissues. When he came back he softly pushed Stiles' hands away and move to wipe his nose. Once he was done he threw it on the nightstand and moved to completely cover Stiles with cuddles
"I love you. Please, don't ever doubt for my love and attraction for you"
Stiles smiled and moved to kiss Derek's neck
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The next morning Stiles sat on the kitchen table watching Derek move from side to side preparing breakfast. If there was a pro of having a werewolf boyfriend it was their unnatural high temperature and their tendency to disregard shirts. Little presents from the universe.
Stiles opened his eyes and looked at Derek who was to bussy fighting with the pancakes to even glance at Stiles.
"Nothing, just counting the minutes before you love talk me again"
"That's not gonna happen"
In his hurry to protest Stiles fell from the table
"What, why not?" It was outrageous
"Because you cried" at least Derek spared him a glance over his shoulder before destroying Stiles' life.
"you're so mean sometimes. Anyways, we both know I'll eventually convince you. You said something about adoring me afterall."
Derek moved fast and hugged Stiles from behind.
"You are the mean one" and since Stiles is a good boyfriend who wants to help validate Derek's point, he turned his head and bit the wolf's cheek.
"Yeah, but I'm your menace"
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