Like A Bunny in Headlights
Stiles has been hired to work as a booth babe at a convention and Derek walks in on him trying out his new bunny boy cosplay.
Commission for @loveyprophet
Stiles turned slightly, jutting his hip out as he looked himself up and down in the reflection of the mirror. The glossy silk fabric of his costume was smooth to touch, hugging the slender curves of his body and shimmering in the light as he moved.
The costume showed off his surprisingly built form, his firm arms and broad shoulders that were usually hidden beneath layers of flannel and baggy hoodies were exposed and accentuated by the fitted green bodysuit. The collar sat just below his neck and a heart-shaped cut-out showed off a patch of his chest. His thick thighs were accentuated by the black fishnet stockings.
He slid his hand down his side, feeling the silky body suit before turning slightly to look at the fluffy tail that was attached to his butt.
The ensemble was completed by a pair of green ankle boots that matched the body suit and bunny ears on a headband that were the same colour.
“Well, mark me down as confused and horny.”
Stiles jumped, jerking his head around to see Derek standing in the doorway to his bedroom.
The young man’s eyes rolled over Stiles’ body, his brows furrowed slightly in confusion but the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk as he took in the sight.
“Have you ever heard of knocking?” Stiles snapped as he grabbed the blanket off his bed, wrapping it around himself.
“I did knock,” Derek replied. “Your father answered the door on his way out. He told me you were upstairs. He didn’t tell me you were dressed like…”
“A bunny boy,” Stiles seethed, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
“A bunny boy,” Derek repeated.
“I’ve been hired to work as a booth babe at an over-eighteen convention this weekend,” Stiles admitted. “And I was told to dress up as a bunny boy.”
