There are 2 prompts per day for the Kinkmas Event. You can create as much or as little as you desire. You can create something with just one of the day’s kinks or both. If you happen to miss a day, don’t worry. You can always create something & post it even if that “kinkday” has passed.
Derek had always been sort of quiet. Everyone knew that. Sure, he made the occasional snarky comment or frustrated huff of annoyance, but apart from that, the man was of few words.
Well, most of the time.
Stiles had tried to get Derek to talk many ways. He'd bring up books, coffee shops, pack business, sports, hell, even the weather, but the man either blatantly ignored Stiles, or only made a blunt comment. Usually to ask why Stiles was talking to him.
Even so, Stiles was determined to get Derek to crack. He tried different approaches of course. Playful banter, heartfelt conversations (big bust by the way), and even texting, which caused more issues than it should have. Derek didn't even know what emojis were for Christ sake.
Things had sort of been calm in Beacon Hills for a while, and it was Christmas break, Stiles' junior year in college. He got a job in the local library and still played video games with Scott, but most of the time he had nothing to do and was bored. That's how he made it his personal mission to make Derek talk.
It had started out "Mission Make Derek Hale His Friend," which then transitioned into "Mission Make Derek Hale Friendly," and then fizzled out to "Mission Make Derek Hale speak."
Stiles realized that he probably wasn't Derek's first choice of friend, or even someone to talk to, but Stiles had tried to use that to his advantage. Maybe if he annoyed Derek enough, he would crack, even if it was opening his mouth to just go on a rant about how annoying and loud and obnoxious Stiles was. It would still be progress. So that was the path Stiles was on now, annoy Derek enough to where he somehow cracked.
Of course, annoying Derek to the point of speaking also had several sub-categories. Continuous rambling, continuous questions, etc. Maybe he could poke fun at Derek a bit, make a joke about protein powder or something. It couldn't be that hard to get under the guy's skin.
Of course, he had been on this mission for a while, but he just knew, hoping out of his jeep and staring up at the loft, today was going to be the day. He and Derek were going to get close.
Shutting the Jeep door, Stiles jogged up to the loft, blowing clouds as he breathed. It was just about a week until Christmas and Stiles had made it his goal during finals to get Derek to crack by the end of the year. Sure it wasn't what he was supposed to be focused on finals week, but it gave him something to look forward to. It was a short goal, really, and on his way up, he considered rescheduling his end date.
Shaking his head, he raised his hand to knock of the loft door, but then put his hand down with a smirk. Today was about annoying Derek, which meant no knocking.
"What the hell are you doing?" Derek growled out, opening the door. This was going to be easier than Stiles thought.
"Damn, those wolfy senses really are something aren't they? And here I thought I was quiet." Apparently no knocking was needed, Derek knew Stiles was there.
Derek glared and Stiles pushed his way inside, he wasn't one on invitations. And again, the whole annoy Derek thing.
"How are you, on this lovely evening, Mr. Hale?" Stiles looked around the loft, hands on his hips, but got no response. He spun around, eyebrows raised, but Derek only glared back, arms crossed. He at least had shut the loft door, rightfully anticipating a stay.
"What, not speaking to me today?" Stiles pouted, taking a step closer and pretending to be offended, though he knew this was how it went.
"Well that's okay, I can do enough talking for the both of us." Stiles cocked his head, smiling.
Derek huffed and rolled his eyes, taking a step towards Stiles to get to the couch. "Trust me, I know."
"What, you going to find a way to shut me up?" Stiles sort of froze once he said it. He hadn't meant for it to come out the way it did, but it wasn't like he could take it back.
Derek also paused, looking at Stiles, closer than Stiles had expected. He hadn't made it to the couch, after all.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Derek asked, voice low and calm.
"Uh- well- I was just, well, you know, I-"
Derek raised a brow, crossing those stupid buff arms again.
"Doesn't look like you are going to." Stiles matched Derek, crossing his arm and sticking his nose up in the air. It was a stupid reply.
"Going to?" Derek asked, turning his head slightly.
"Shut me up." Stiles said, as though it was obvious.
"Oh, I could shut you up." Derek's lips twitched and Stiles wasn't sure whether he should be terrified or turned on. He was a little bit of both and he hoped Derek couldn't smell it.
"Should I be afraid?" Stiles asked.
"Guess that depends." Derek seemed closer, though Stiles hadn't noticed him move at all.
"On what?" Stiles asked.
"Are you going to keep talking?" Derek asked.
"Is it going to piss you off?" Stiles asked.
"Definitely."
"Then probably." Stiles nodded, placing his hands on his hips.
"Do you make it your personal mission to make me angry?" Derek asked, face going stern.
"Actually, that's kind of a funny story, see, because-"
Stiles was shoved against the wall, back pressed against it. He held his breath is surprise, blinking in shock. Derek's face was only a few inches from his. Maybe this was a terrible idea, he should probably get a new hobby.
Derek leaned in closer.
He should definitely get a new hobby.
"Okay, woah, hold on there buddy. Look, no reason to maim and kill here, I have so much longer to live. Okay so yeah, maybe I was trying to piss you off, but it's only because I was-"
Derek slid a hand up under Stiles' t-shirt, pushing it up slightly and exposing the skin. Derek's hand was incredibly warm and firm, and Stiles tried not to lean into it.
He held his breath once more and just stared with his doe eyes back at Derek. That was totally, 100% not what he expected. Like ever.
"So I was right." Derek cocked his head to the side.
"Right?" Stiles asked, voice quiet and completely thrown off by the hand pressing against his side.
"That I knew how to shut you up." Derek smirked smugly. Jerk.
"Oh yeah?" Stiles asked, voice wavering. "Well, I bet I know how to get you to talk." Another stupid reply
"Oh really?" Derek asked, looking down at Stiles' lips only briefly. So fast, Stiles wasn't sure that he didn't imagine it.
Stiles licked his lips. He should stop here. To be honest, this is the most Derek had spoken in the entire month of December. Not to mention the fact that Derek was in the perfect position to kill Stiles, right hand on his stomach and left next to his head, knee in between Stiles' legs, keeping him pinned. He had no way out.
But Stiles was Stiles, and Stiles didn't give up.
"Yeah." Stiles nodded quickly.
"Does it still involve you shutting up?" Derek asked. Stiles looked to the side, considering.
"Well I guess it kind of depends."
"On what?" Derek asked. He was closer. He had to be. Stiles could smell him for Christ sake. All the musky goodness that was Derek Hale.
"On what you do next." Stiles swallowed nervously, but Derek only smirked. It was the most teeth the man had ever shown, apart from when he was ripping someone's throat out.
Derek kept eye contact as he trailed his hand down towards Stiles' belt, undoing it slowly.
"Well, I guess I wasn't entirely telling the truth," Derek began, unbuttoning Stiles' pants and dragging the zipper down slowly. "Because though I do know how to shut you up, I want to hear you."
He snaked a hand into Stiles' pants, cupping his half hard member. Stiles sighed, closing his eyes only for a moment. Derek hadn't even gotten past Stiles underwear and yet he was ready to melt.
"Wha-what does that mean?" Stiles asked. That's what he knew how to do best in stressful situations, talk.
"I want to hear you, Stiles. Want to hear you moan, hear you beg, hear you cry out my name." Derek purred, trailing the fingers that were once by his head down his neck, leaving goosebumps. Stiles wanted those fingers to be Derek's lips. Wanted to feel the burn of his stubble.
"I want to hear you moan around me, want to see you spread out on the bed, begging for my cock." Derek cooed, tracing Stiles' jawline, as he continued to palm at the younger man.
"Oh my God." Stiles breathed out, pressing his hips forward, wanting more contact from the man.
"Is that what you want Stiles?" Derek asked, cupping Stiles' neck.
Stiles nodded frantically, so hard he could barely stand it.
"Tell me what you want, Stiles." Derek demanded.
"You, I want you, please God."
Derek hummed, slipping his hand into Stiles' boxers. Stiles let out a filthy moan, Derek's hands felt perfect around his dick, huge, warm, and calloused, like they were meant to be there.
"How about you start on your hands and knees, hm?" Derek suggested, removing his hand. Stiles frowned at the loss of contact, but quickly dropped down to the hard floor. Jesus, he had never wanted a man's cock in his mouth so bad before this moment.
"Pretty boy," Derek smirked down, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. He placed a hand on the back of Stiles' head, but just let it rest there, never pushing. Stiles' shaky hand wrapped around Derek's jeans, pulling them down to his thighs and revealing his fat cock.
"Oh my God." Stiles whispered. The man was huge and didn't wear underwear, something Stiles never knew could turn him on so much.
Wasting no more time, he licked a strip up Derek's cock, making the man hiss. Stiles looked up at him and felt encouraged, soon taking Derek into his mouth. He worked his jaw, bobbing up and down, mixing up the speed.
He pulled back for a breath, spitting on Derek's cock, making the man chuckle.
"Like a fucking pornstar. You like that, don't you? You like sucking my cock?"
Stiles nodded, breathing heavily. He went back in, wanting to swallow Derek whole, but he couldn't quite get there. Derek was huge, certainly the largest he had ever put in his mouth. Even with practically no gag reflex, Stiles was sure he wouldn't be able to touch his nose to Derek's naval by the end of tonight. That would take practice, which he was hoping to get plenty of.
Stiles sucked on Derek's tip, making the man groan and grip onto Stiles hair, pulling it, but never pushing him down.
"God, fucking perfect. Look at your lips around my cock, beautiful. You want that cock inside you?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded frantically, pulling off slowly.
"Come on." Derek helped pull him up, stiff from the position, and dragged him upstairs quickly to the bedroom.
Stiles had never actually seen Derek's bedroom, it was sort of plain, dark grey walls and black furniture, as well as a black bed. Something that did peak Stiles interest was the giant metal x across from Derek's bed.
Was that some sort of BDSM sex thing?
Stiles opened up his mouth to ask, but Derek cut him off, grabbing his hand and practically throwing him on the bed. Instantly, Derek was on top of him, looming.
He took a single claw and raked it down Stiles' shirt, cutting it open. He ripped the pieces off of Stiles' body and followed the claw with his tongue, making Stiles squirm.
"You want me to make you feel good?" Derek asked, looking up at Stiles, who frantically shook his head yes. He had never been so hard in his life, it was painful, pressing up against his boxers.
Derek licked Stiles' nipple, making him jump. That had never happened before.
Derek smirked again, sucking it into his mouth and making Stiles let out an absolutely filthy moan.
"Sensitive, aren't we?" Derek rolled the pink bud in between his fingers, making Stiles hiss. Jesus, that felt good.
"Before we really begin, I do have some rules, Stiles." The man leaned down to suck Stiles' other nipple into his mouth, Stiles' hips bucking in response, trying to get some friction.
"If you want to stop, just say so. But if you don't want to stop, I want to hear that to. Want to hear how good you feel, what you want." Derek nosed up to Stiles neck, sucking on a patch of skin there.
"I want you to come around my cock, you okay with that?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded again and Derek pulled back, ceasing all contact.
"I mean, yes, yes I do." Stiles corrected himself.
"Do what?" Derek quirked a brow.
Stiles swallowed. "I want to come with your cock inside of me."
"Good boy." Derek smiled, leaning back down and pulling Stiles' pants off. He yanked his own off quickly as he began licking his way down to Stiles' cock.
Without warning, he sucked it into his mouth, making Stiles cry out. The man had the lips and tongue of an angel, holy fuck. Somehow it was like he knew all of Stiles' sweet spots, knew everything he loved.
He continued suckling, pushing Stiles' right knee back. He placed a finger on Stiles' lips, who quickly sucked them into his mouth, fully coating them.
Once wet, Derek traced his finger around Stiles' hole while he simultaneously sucked him off, sending shivers down his spine.
"You going to be a good boy?" Derek asked.
"Yes, yes, I promise."
Derek hummed around Stiles' cock, almost making Stiles cum. Quickly, Derek pulled off, pushing his face lower towards Stiles hole. He licked a strip there, getting it more wet and making Stiles claw at Derek's back.
"Oh my God, Derek." Stiles moaned. Derek hummed again in approval. This was when Derek liked to hear Stiles talk. And this was when Derek liked to talk. Who would have thought.
It was Stiles' turn to grab at Derek's hair, pulling at it and moaning every chance he could breathe.
Derek snaked a finger into his hole, pressing gently, but Stiles embraced the burn. It felt so good already, he just wanted Derek's cock.
"Derek." Stiles mewled, grabbing at his hair.
"What do you want?" Derek asked. Stiles had heard this question many times coming from Derek's lips, but never like this. Never would he have expected this.
"Want you inside me, please."
Derek nodded, seeming pleased, and slipped in another finger.
"One more finger baby." He rubbed circles on Stiles' hips, soothing him.
Stiles tried to be patient, but he was so fucking hard and wanted Derek so bad.
"Please, please, Derek, need you." Stiles mustered up. Upon his request, Derek slid in another finger, this one more dry, but Stiles welcomed it.
"Yes, yes." Stiles chanted.
Derek chuckled above him, placing a quick peck on his jawline. "Told you I would make you beg."
Once Stiles was adequately stretched out, Derek pulled out his fingers and lined up his cock. Stiles looked down, almost coming at the site of Derek's fat cock at the edge of his hole.
"Jesus fuckin-" Stiles began as Derek pushed in his cock slowly. It was certainly bigger than Derek's three fingers but it felt so good.
"How do you feel?" Derek asked, pausing once he was bottomed out.
"Good. Full." Stiles couldn't muster up actual sentences at this point.
"You like my fat cock inside of your tight little hole?" Derek asked, grabbing Stiles hips and slowly rocking.
"Yes, yes, yes, oh my God, Derek." Stiles cried out as Derek pulled all the way out and slammed back in, quickening the pace.
"You like that, huh? Like your Alpha's fat cock?" Derek breathed out, absolutely pounding into him. Precum leaked out of Stiles' dick as he threw his head back. Derek nailed his prostate and Stiles grabbed Derek's hair, pulling it hard. With his other hand, he went to grab his own cock, but Derek grabbed his hand, placing it above his head.
"Ah, ah ah, Stiles. You promised to cum around my cock like a good boy, remember? I'm going to get you to cum untouched."
Stiles cried out Derek's name again. He felt like was going to fucking explode.
"Please, please, Derek-"
"Look at you, fucking perfect." Derek swiped his thumb against Stiles' swollen lip and he instantly sucked it in without a second thought.
"Fucking perfect." Derek repeated, returning both hands to Stiles' hips as he absolutely pounded the shit out of him.
Stiles' orgasm kept building and he felt like he was going to pass out. He grabbed at Derek, trying to yank him close, and the man obliged, leaning down and littering kisses on his neck, leaving bruises.
"Derek, I'm going to cum." Stiles moaned.
"You going to cum for me, going to cum for your Alpha?"
Stiles swallowed, raking his fingernails down Derek's back until he was sure the man had to be bleeding. Derek sent one final pounding thrust to Stiles' prostate and that was all it took.
"Oh my God, Derek-" Stiles threw his head back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, streams of white cum flying up onto his own chest. Derek pulled out, busting his load onto Stiles' chest, mixing their spunk, but Stiles didn't even notice, as black spots clouded his vision. His body shook as Derek cupped his cheek.
"Still with me?" He asked, looking smug as Stiles' vision returned.
"Holy fucking. . . " Stiles trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. He still felt like he was going to pass out again. He looked down at their cum on his chest and his cock twitched again. Stiles let out a groan, still breathing hard. Best sex of his life.
Derek looked absolutely frazzled, hair a mess, thanks to Stiles, and eyes half lidded in pleasure. He too was panting pretty heavily and his body gleamed with a very thin layer of sweat.
This was supposed to be a fucking research session.
“F-fuck, right there, right there..”
People were being kidnapped for gods sake!
“Shut. Up. Shut. Up.” Derek growled, extenuating each word with a rough slam of his hips against Stiles’.
The entire pack was counting on Stiles and Derek to put their fucking heads together, to come up with a plan! To save the day like they always did. To put aside whatever petty shit they were going through as a couple the past week, and get shit done. And still, here they were...
“Jesus fucking Christ you’re so fucking tight, fucking virgin.” “Oh e-eat shit, you piece of- FUCK! Right there! Right fucking there, you piece of shit, fucking-mm mm hmph!” Stiles moaned, glaring back at Derek in the mirror across from them, as the older man clenched his palm tight around Stiles’ mouth. Effectively shutting him up.
Derek slowed his pace. Smirking at Stiles, before glancing down at the teens hole to watch his fat cock slide in, and out. Stiles ass making the most delicious, visceral sounds as Derek slid all the way out. The boys hole winking and farting excess air, and precum back out from his deep fucking. Wet dribbling down his crack, which Derek expertly collected back up with the tip of his meat, before pressing back into Stiles wet fucking heat. Derek’s balls squelching against Stiles’ taint, as he began to thrust again.
The Alpha couldn’t even remember what it is that had sparked another bickering session, only that it ended with books being thrown on his end, a punch from Stiles’ and then the boy bent over, being deep-dicked within an inch of his life. Any fight between them that lasted longer than a week always ended the same way, but it never ceased to surprise Derek just how suddenly it would happen.
Stiles, the shit that he was, arched his back, and threw his plump ass back on each of Derek’s thrusts, smug in the knowledge that, if Derek could actually bruise, his hips would be covered in them from Stiles’ excellent dick stroke game.
Broken free from his gut rearranging mindset for just a moment as Derek paused to appreciate the expertise being applied to his cock, Stiles reached back between his legs, where the Alpha’s low, meaty sack was dangling, and gripped it tight. Too tight. Nearly crushing the mans balls, sending Derek into a fit of howls. Not entirely unpleasurable, but he would’ve preferred some warning before Stiles just decided to crush his fucking nuts. Call him old fashioned.
“Get your fucking hands of my balls!” Derek shouted, claws pricking into Stiles’ hips, grip too rough, and yep, Stiles would absolutely be bruised to high hell in the morning. “Oh am I allowed to speak now, huh? Now that I’ve got your fucking nuts in my fist?” Stiles mocked, leaning back up against Derek’s chest- cock twitching wildy when he realized that Derek’s balls really were big enough, that he could sit up comfortably and still keep a firm grip of them down below his own balls. “Thought you liked it when I roughed them up. Smacked them. Bit them. Crushed them. Big strong Alpha afraid of feeling like a little bitch cuz he likes having his big manly sac pounded?” Stiles’ tone went from faux mockery, to hissed and heated, as he clenched his hole on Derek’s cock, and rubbed the mans balls against his taint roughly. Biting at Derek’s chin as the wolf lost a bit of steam, whining even as his cock began to swell with his nearing orgasm.
“Please, fuck- l-let them go, i’m gonna-” “Not until I tell you you can, i’m not done with this cock yet dude,” Stiles interjected, their dynamics shifting so rapidly it had him grinning.
Derek began to beg, to plead-conveniently not once muttering their safe word- as Stiles rolled his balls in his palm, tugging at them as he rode the mans cock deep into his own ass. Too busy shushing the pleading, and Derek to focused on the /pleasure/pain of it all, that neither of them noticed until it was too late.
‘Are you guys alright!? We heard- oh Jesus Christ!” Scott yelled, having thrown the loft door open and rushing in-turning immediately on his heels and throwing his hands over his eyes. Derek’s howls of pain had been heard all the way across town, and he’d feared the worst. Run all the ay to the loft with a few of the others, and for what? For a fucking front row seat to his best friends fuck fest? Again!?
“Why didn’t you fucking knock!” Stiles shouted, body flushing with embarrassment as Derek doubled over, shielding Stiles, and most of their nakedness from view. Though soon as Stiles grip on his balls was gone, it was over for their Alpha. “I’m...f-fucki, i’m cumming, Scott, leave! Fuck, fuck Stiles.” Biting into Stiles’ shoulder, Derek rode out his orgasm with short, quick thrusts against Stiles’ ass- Stiles’ face beat red, as his mouth fell open, and the flood of Derek’s hot cum deep in his ass pulling a sound from his throat he never in his life needed his fucking best friend to hear.
“Liam turn around right now, cover your eyes!” Scott shouted, as his Beta slid to a halt in the doorway, recoiling in terror at the sight before him, already scarred before Scott could get his hands over the younger teens eyes.
“You brought Liam? Why does nobody fucking call before they do this shit!” Stiles half shouted, half moaned, barely able to catch his breath as he was crushed beneath Derek’s wait, and despite it all, his own neglected cocks need for release.
“We thought you guys were in danger!” Isaac called from out in the hallway, Erica shouting her agreement from somewhere further down, and Stiles was going to kill every single last one of them.
“Now would be an excellent time to get the fuck out and shut the door,” Derek warned, face still in Stiles’ neck, but he was already so over this entire interaction. “Invest in some fucking sound proofing, you nymphos! And I thought you guys were fighting? What the fuck even?” Scott whined, dragging Liam out by the boys head, handing him off to Isaac before he witnessed any more sin, before promptly slamming the door. Leaving Stiles in Derek in near silence, save for the sound of their joined panting. “
“I’m...going to make you fucking cum, and then we’re going to skin him alive,” Derek grunted, working through his sensitive cock shocks, to continue thrusting into Stiles, who just groaned brokenly and nodded. Fisting a hand around his own cock, and urging Derek to bite him.
“You fucking got off on that, didn’t you?” Derek asked after, as they shared sweet, cum filled kisses, and nuzzled each others temples.
“Shut up before I punch you in the balls. Oh wait I forgot you were into that,” Stiles snarked, giggling like a fucking school girl when Derek growled, and flipped him over and off of the sofa. Asshole.
Tags: Alternate Universe-Human, Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age, Alternate Universe-College/University, Best Friends Stackson, Roommates Derek/Jackson, Humor, Fluff, Mentions of Nudity
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Word Count: 1,601
"Tell your roommate to fucking wear clothes."
"Tell your roommate to fucking wear clothes," Stiles hisses through the phone, shoving clothes after clothes into his duffel. The response he gets to his complaint is a groan from Jackson.
"This is still going on?" His tone suggests that he's exasperated with the deep rumbling from his throat, but Stiles can hear the undertone of amusement. "Just fuck already, for Christ's sake."
Stiles pulls the phone away from his ears and gapes at it for a second. He scoffs and presses it more firmly to his ears, putting the speaker close to his mouth so Jackson can hear his every word and intake of breath. "How many times," Stiles even stops his packing to wring his other hand and place it on his hips. "must I tell you that I'm never going out with Derek Hale?"
"At least a hundred more in the next 24 hours," Jackson deadpans.
It makes Stiles's agitation grow because, honestly, what kind of best friend would not take this harassment seriously? "Jackson, he's flashing me!" the hand on his hip is now in the air brandishing like a fly swatter. "Whenever I'm over at your apartment, and you're not around - hell, even when you are," he shakes his head. "Derek parades himself naked, putting all that," he gestures wildly in his silent room, having started pacing as well. "rippling, flexing muscles and huge fucking dick on display like a fucking porn star!"
Stiles is not expecting Jackson to be sympathetic to his plight, but he should, at least, show a little concern for Stiles. Instead, what he gets is one of the done/finished/over-and-done-with exhalation that means he's ready to drop the call and leave Stiles to his predicament. Jackson really could show a little care since it's his roommate that's giving Stiles nightmares in both waking and sleeping worlds.
"If you want Derek to stop inviting," there's a sound of a car door shutting close in the backroom and the jingle of keys. "Then stop looking like an interested guest."
Before Stiles can ask what he means by that, Jackson has started the ignition and clicks the disconnect button. He sputters for a moment and then drops his arm with a resigned huff. As usual, Jackson is a useless friend.
Stiles sighs once more and goes back to packing. This weekend is going to be hellish. He's spending a few days at Jackson's place while the heater and ventilation are getting fixed at his second-rate dorm.
He pulls the sleeves of his red hoodie down on his hands. He's going to die freezing if he doesn't stay over at Jackson's, and there's nowhere else to go. California in winter months are still frequently sunny with a mild temperature, but this is one of those times not covered by the term. It can get frosty when it deems to be. Jackson's apartment is the logical, financially-wise option. But of course, Stiles has to be prepared for Jackson's roommate. Derek is the worst -a flasher and an overall douche. Of course, he was also Stiles's sexual awakening in high school, but that's beside the point.
His hand hovers at the box of condoms on his nightstand. He hesitates, nibbles on his lower lip, grabs the box anyway and stuffs it inside along with his clothes and toiletries. He zips up the duffel bag, hating himself.
He's not an interested guest, and the condoms are not part of his preparations for Derek. Yeah? Okay.
Right.
He picks up his bag, thinks belatedly about stopping by at the pharmacy to buy lube, and hates himself some more.
~•~
But Stiles hates Derek the most.
Also, Jackson, because where the hell is he?
Stiles has been in the apartment for five hours, but the asshole hasn't gone back from the university yet. Stiles knows he should be back by now, but he's not even responding to text messages. It's like he vanished on purpose.
Now, Stiles is stuck sitting stiff as a board on the couch in front of the TV, absently watching a show he doesn't even like. Derek is on the far end of the same couch, cozy, and very relaxed like he's not lounging about in his tight underpants and plastering his bulge and abs all over the place, the fucking exhibitionist.
Stiles pointedly trains his eyes on the screen, seeing motions but not comprehending them. All he can focus on is the loud hammering in his chest and the stirring low in his stomach. He's getting bothered just by Derek's proximity. Jesus, it is embarrassing even for his standard. It was probably forgivable when he was sixteen, having his first sexual fantasies about the unattainable, out-of-his-league lacrosse star Derek Hale. But Stiles had survived high school, his hopeless crush, and Derek toying his feelings wearing a straight face. He's a big college boy now, who has gotten rid of his spectacles, might still flail a little, but has gotten the attention of a few people. He shouldn't be falling back into the Derek Hale bandwagon; he was over that.
"Are you okay?"
Derek's voice startles him. Stiles jerks back wide-eyed as he turns to Derek's drawn eyebrows. His throat catches, he clears it, and then says in a hopefully even tone, "Yeah."
"You're sweating,"
Stiles is sweating in the forehead; he usually is when he's nervous, tense, or aroused. It isn't all that fulfilling to note that he's all three currently. He averts his eyes back on the screen, "Something must be off with your air-conditioning."
In his peripheral, Stiles can see the smirk on Derek's stupidly gorgeous face. God, Stiles hates people like him. They know they're attractive, confident with their toned bodies, exuding sex-appeal, and they make others twitch in their seats uncomfortably, racing with their heartbeats and gasping for air. Oh, and sweltering at 80°F.
"I'm sure that's not the case,"
Stiles must have imagined the suggestive tone when Derek says it because there's no way, right? He ponders for a second before shifting back to face him. Derek's staring at him, shamelessly, blatantly running his eyes all over his flushing face. Stiles's pulse quickens at the hooded looks.
Derek's eyes meet his again, "If the heat is bothering you," he starts, lips stretching to a small smile. "You should take off your clothes."
He's too stunned inside, but he forces himself to face away once again, feeling his skin beginning to burn. "Not all of us have washboard abs to show off."
"Your body's fine," Derek says offhandedly, but Stiles is tingling from the words.
"How can you know?" He tries to sound indifferent, but the pitchy quality of his voice is not helping his case. "You haven't seen me."
Two beats pass, then, "So, show me."
Stiles can't whirl his head fast enough. He gapes at Derek's serious expression. "Is that-" he sputters, surprised. "Are you-"
Derek cocks his head to the side, "Finally catching up?"
He gapes in disbelief; even his breathing falters. Words escape him for a moment. Then, he exhales, "What are you saying?"
Derek adjusts in his position, moving closer to Stiles. This near, Stiles can see the nervous tick on his jaw, which -unreal. Derek Hale doesn't know anxiety. He's the epitome of arrogance and narcissism and unwavering confidence.
Derek's green eyes settle on his dull browns, "I don't strut around naked for just anybody."
Stiles's eyes stray down to Derek's red lips and lock there. He licks his lips, instinctual, "Well, why didn't you ask?"
A bashful expression crosses Derek's features. He ducks his head a little, "I tried. You rejected me."
At this, Stiles rears away, incredulous. "Rejected you?" He puffs a laugh. "Me, turn you down? In what universe, Derek?"
Derek's brow draws together, looking confused. "In senior year," he tells him like it's obvious. "I asked you to go on dates with me," a shadow passes his face, lips curling downward. "You sneered at me every time."
He hears his jaw hitting the floor, remembering all those times, but dismissing them as Derek's asshole antics, "You were serious?"
Now, Derek looks offended, even hurt. "I sent you notes, blackmailed Jackson for your number, asked you in the middle of the cafeteria, even went to your house one time -how did you think I wasn't?"
Stiles sags on the couch, shocked and disoriented at the turn of events. When he is composed enough, he lifts his eyes back to Derek's expectant gaze. "So, you decided to," he gestures at Derek's lack of clothing. "Strip for me?"
At this, the smirk returns. "It seems to be working," Derek points out, glancing brazenly at Stiles's middle, where his boner is apparent.
He gets flustered but doesn't deny it. There's no point in pretending he isn't affected. Stiles laughs breathily, "Fuck, you have no idea."
It must be the correct answer because Derek's face breaks out in a cheeky expression. "Then, I reiterate," Derek moves to his feet, and stands before Stiles in all his half-naked glory, boxers tenting. It's the most covered he's been since this whole shenanigans started. Stiles's mouth waters at the view, and he swallows conspicuously, Derek watching the movement of his throat. His green eyes darken when he tips Stiles's chin up to bring their gazes together. "Show me."
***
"Wait, Jackson knows?"
"Yes. I blackmailed Jackson again so he'd stay out tonight. Or he can come home and watch, I don't care. Now, will you please get back to what you were doing with your tongue?"
"Traitor,"
"Stiles."
"Oh, fine."
"Yeah, that's -ah. Yeah. I'll never wear clothes again."
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Sterek Kinkmas 2020 Day 5 - Pup Play
Stiles collapsed in his seat, watching in rapt attention as Derek divested himself of his Henley and walked out of the screen. That was when he should have done something, anything, but it was like all the blood had left his brain and bottomed out in his cock, leaving his head empty except for the sight of Derek.
Then Derek returned, and now he had a leather harness on, a leather hat with puppy ears, and he was holding a leash and collar which he slowly hooked around his neck and then began crawling around on all fours.
Starting on December 1st, there’s going to be a Sterek Kinkmas event running through New Years Day. This is a perfect time to get kinky with our favorite ship. The scheduled prompts for the event are listed and linked below.
STEREK KINKMAS 2020 PROMPTS:
Dec. 1: Sex Pollen/Somnophilia
Dec. 2: Mating/Exhibitionism
Dec. 3: Hypnotism/Caught in the Act
Dec. 4: Strip Tease/Dirty Talk
Dec. 5: Puppy Play/Phone Sex
Dec. 6: Cheating/Uniform Kink
Dec. 7: Mutual Masturbation/Biting
Dec. 8: Overstimulation/Food Sex
Dec. 9: Gloryhole/Electro Play
Dec. 10: Body Worship/Bukkake
Dec. 11: Threesomes/Humiliation
Dec. 12: Sex Toys/Formal Attire
Dec. 13: Double Penetration/Bondage
Dec. 14: Mirror Sex/Knotting
Dec. 15: Spit Kink/Roleplay
Dec. 16: Blood Kink/Fingering
Dec. 17: Voyeurism/Watersports
Dec. 18: Cuckholding/Size Difference
Dec. 19: Gangbang/Shower Sex
Dec. 20: Alpha-Omega/Boypussy
Dec. 21: Car Sex/Non-Con
Dec. 22: Stuck in Wall/Collars
Dec. 23: Breeding/Master-Slave
Dec. 24: Camboys/Airplane Sex
Dec. 25: Cum Inflation/Riding
Dec. 26: Spanking/Begging
Dec. 27: Anonymous Hookups/Choking
Dec. 28: Mind Control/Daddy Kink
Dec. 29: Ass Worship/Size Kink
Dec. 30: Thongs/Nipple Play
Dec. 31: Cameras/Classroom Sex
Jan. 1: (Bonus Day): Drunk Sex/Monster Sex
Follow @sterek-kinkmas for more details and announcements throughout the event.
It’s safe to say that this year has been incredibly tough to get through, but I thought that it would be fun to try to end this year on a brighter and much more merrier note. I thought that a Kinkmas event for the Sterek Fandom would help bring back some much needed fandom cheer and help lift everybody’s spirits as we close the last chapter on this challenging year.
What is Kinkmas?
Kinkmas is a prompt/theme driven event designed to promote creativity. For each day in the coming month, there will be 2 assigned kink-related prompts. The goal is to take those prompts and get creative with them. You can write a fanfiction wherein Stiles and Derek explore that day’s specific kinks. You can draw fanart involving those kinks. You can make gifsets, mood boards, poems, etc.
When Does Sterek Kinkmas Begin?
The Sterek Kinkmas 2020 Event begins on December 1st and ends on January 1st.
How Can I Get Involved?
There are NO sign-ups required and there are NO due dates for this event. You are totally free to create as much or as little as you want. The schedule for this event is flexible to ensure that things remain as free from stress as possible. You get to pick and choose which days & which prompts you want to create something for!
Where Do I Post The Fanwork I Create For This Event?
Fanwork that is posted on Tumblr with the correct event tags (#sterekkinkmas) and/or (#sterekkinkmas2020) will be reblogged here on this page. I will also try to keep track of fanwork posted on Archive of Our Own (using the same event tags) so that I can post links to those works here on this page, as well.
The official Ao3 Collection: Sterekkinkmas2020
This year’s prompts have been released through a rebloggable post of their own. In order to stay updated on announcements throughout this event, please follow our Tumblr @sterek-kinkmas and our Twitter (@sterekkinkmas). If you have any further questions, please don’t be afraid to send in an ask or message!
Stay tuned! Our festivities kick off in just one week!
"Oh my fucking God!" For a second, Stiles was confused. That didn't come from his mouth, at least not this time. He had been moaning the same phrase and other obscurities for the past twenty minutes or so, but this time it wasn't him.
"Oh my fucking God!" It was repeated again, by yet another voice, coming from somewhere rather close.
It seemed to be taking Stiles several moments to comprehend what exactly had just went down.
Let's rewind, shall we?
Stiles had entered the loft without being inviting, greeted by a scruffy, growly, wolf. Stiles and said wolf had had a sort of weird thing going on where either male would show up unannounced and they would proceed to perform certain. . . acts. Stiles called it a booty call when Derek came strolling, Derek simply called it causal sex.
Derek always acted like Stiles was unwelcome, and Stiles always liked to act like he was too busy for Derek, but the night always ended with cum on someone's chest.
Where were we? Right.
So Stiles came a knockin', except he didn't even knock. Grumpy wolf snapped his book shut and glared at Stiles, who only ignored him and stalked further into the loft. Stiles proceeded to look at the small hanging bookshelf Derek had recently installed on his wall, running his fingertips over the spines of the books. He was just getting invested when Derek shoved him into said bookshelf and shoved his hands down Stiles' pants. Moaning, groaning, sucking, and fucking did ensue.
What neither had planned for, however, was yet another unexpected visitor. Two in fact. Oh wait, nope, three.
Three members of the pack had just walked into Stiles being fucked in the ass, moaning like a whore.
"Jesus Christ!" Isaac cried out, quickly covering his eyes and turning. Cora was gagging, hands on her knees. Scott only stood there, mouth agape.
"What is going on- oh." Lydia proceeded to stroll in to join them all and see what all the fuss was about. It was then, at that moment, Stiles realized he was bent over Derek's desk, cock still in his ass.
Scrambling, he tore away from Derek, who casually zipped up his pants, while Stiles struggled to pull up his. He ended up tripping, but caught himself from completely sprawling out on the floor.
Meanwhile, the pack only stared, some eyes closed in fear, some eyes wide in shock.
"Uh. . ." Stiles began. He looked at Derek for help, but that was clearly a terrible idea. The man was looking as cool as a cucumber, though Stiles swore the tips of his ears were red.
"You want to help me out here, buddy ole pal?" Stiles slapped his rock hard bicep, shooting him a glare. Derek only raised a brow.
"I don't do that with my buddies or pals." Jackson cocked his head, arms crossed and looking amused. Apparently he had joined in on the fun at some point as well. Fan-fucking-tastic. Jackson would never let this go.
"I am scarred for life." Cora shook her head and looking pale.
"Have to say though Stiles, I am impressed." Lydia smiled innocently, while referencing to his now soft member. Talk about a boner killer.
Stiles turned a darker shade of red, while Derek leaned back against the desk that he was just spread out against. How was he so unbothered?
"Now wait a second. You guys are fucking?" Scott exasperated.
The loft grew quiet for a moment, before it burst into laughter. Isaac shoved Scott as though he had just said a hilarious joke, while Lydia simply shook her head as Scott's lack of brain cells. Jackson looked absolutely thrilled and Stiles could have sworn tears of laughter were forming in his eyes.
"Of course they are, you fucking dumbass. How did you not know?" Jackson was still laughing, barely able to get the question out.
"Hold up, you guys knew?" Stiles asked, voice growing squeaky.
Another round of laughter erupted and even Derek cracked a smile. What the fuck was going on here?
"How did everyone know except me?" Scott placed a hand on his chest, looking very offended.
"It was totally obvious." Lydia rolled her eyes.
"You can literally smell the sex rolling off of them." Isaac motioned to the two of them.
"Not to mention Stiles' scent all over the loft, and Derek's at Stiles' place." Jackson picked at a nail as though the conversation was beginning to boring him.
"Plus have you seen the looks the two give each other? The sexual tension is absolutely-" Peter started.
"Now when the fuck did you get here?" Stiles threw his hands in the air, looking to Peter who suddenly appeared.
"I cannot believe-" Scott began, completely ignoring the issue at hand, which was the fact that the entire pack had just walked in on them having sex.
"Believe what you see, honey." Lydia smiled again, looking at the both of them. "Well then, I think that the two have some unfinished business, perhaps we should make our leave?"
"I'm certainly not sticking around." Jackson raised his brows, before turning on his heal. Isaac followed after, as did Cora after shooting a glare at Derek, as if to say "this isn't over." Peter simply smirked and gave Stiles a wink, sending shivers down his spine.
The only one remaining was Scott, still dumbfounded.
"Scott, buddy-" Stiles began.
The boy raised his hand up, cutting Stiles off. "I need some time to process the fact that Derek Hale is fucking my best friend in the ass."
Stiles shrugged. "You know, that seems fair."
"But if you hurt-" Scott began
"Don't even try to pull that shit with me." Derek cut him off, shaking his head slightly. It wasn't like Scott would ever actually do anything anyways and besides, Stiles could talk him down from pretty much anything.
"Scott, we're just. . . ya know, I mean it's nothing serious or anything we just-"
"Does that mean we aren't on for brunch?" Derek raised a brow, egging on the situation. Stiles shot him a glare, he was so not helping.
"Scott-" Stiles tried to begin again.
"Nope, I've seen enough. Enjoy brunch." He gave a brief and awkward wave, before quickly running out of the loft, shutting the door behind him.
The two stayed in silence for a while, before Derek turned to him. "Shall we continue?"
"Oh my God, how can you still want to fuck after something like that?" Stiles widened his eyes. Were they not going to talk about what just happened?
Derek shrugged. "Guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."
"You kinky motherfucker." Stiles shook his head, but grabbed the man none the less.
