christian-popsicles

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Could you write a sterek/ 50 shades of grey scene? By the way I love your blog! You're a genius! Much love, xoxo!

“I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian Grey-flavored popsicle. I suck harder and harder … Hmm … My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.“

Stiles clambers into Derek’s lap, snickering at the book. Derek rolls his eyes, catches Stiles’ hips as he settles. 

"Whaddya say,” Stiles wiggles his eyebrows, “You wanna be my Derek flavored popsicle?”

“I want you to put the book away,” Derek huffs. 

“You jealous? That I’m getting my kicks from some sexy book, instead of you?”

Derek rolls his head back on the couch, glares up at him, “I’m jealous of everyone husband in America that doesn’t have to listen to their spouse read from that tripe.”

“Oh, you can do it better?”

Derek smirks, “If you put the book away, I’ll make you do a whole lot more than fucking salsa. Something more like a tango, the traditional dance of love…”

“Oh my god,” Stiles starts laughing, “Don’t ever write a book, baby.”

Derek drops him to the side, stalks off towards the bedroom. 

“Wait!” Stiles calls after him, still manically laughing, “What about my merengue?! I demand you make me dance with the power of an orgasm.”

Derek’s middle finger comes from around the door, and Stiles tosses the book to the side, darts towards the bedroom.

Derek does know how to talk dirty, but he sure as fuck isn’t allowed to write a book with any of it in. Stiles is possessive over his popsicle like that.