extremely jealous of Y/N staying over at Stiles’ house which leads to some very
tore your eyes away from the maths books in front of you. Stiles was lying
sprawled across his bed, his books now lying in a mess on the floor. You sighed
and got up from your seat, moving to lift the books from the floor.
You shook him gently. No response. “Stiles!” You shouted which scared him
awake, so much so that he fell off the bed and landed at your feet. “I guess
we’re done studying then?”
A new cuddle theatre opens in Beacon Hills, and the pack’s various couples want to check it out. Friday night is date night, but that’s not about to stop the chronically single. Stiles is down with all the cuddles, he just needs a partner, and he’s not exactly picky. Well, maybe a little.
Derek and Stiles are the only ones amongst the pack and pack adjacent, if you count uncle creeper-wolf (and Stiles never does), that don’t have a hunny to snuggle with, but Stiles, as always, is determined. He’s sick of being the one left behind. Never one to turn down the hyper-human, Derek relents to the endless begging.
The pack laughs. Prickly, grumpy, ‘I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth’ Derek Hale cuddling? But Stiles knows it’ll be worth it. Just look at Derek’s forearms and chest. They were made to cuddle and protect.
It’s a little awkward at first. Derek’s stiff and closed off on his half of the seat, arms crossed over his chest, but Stiles wants to get down with the cuddles. He plops his head down on Derek’s shoulder and snuggles in with a soft sigh.
In a public venue, Derek’s a little self-conscious. This wasn’t something his past girlfriends liked to do. He’d have been hard pressed for Kate to even hold his hand, and outright laughed when he wanted to kiss her. Jennifer only ever saw him alone, away from people, often at night. But this is different.
Stiles warm against his side, his scent is clean, fresh, and open, and the weight of his head on his shoulder is a comfort rather than a restraint. Derek especially likes the way Stiles’ body sinks into the seat so perfectly to nestle against his side.
Of course, Stiles sees right through Derek’s gruff indifference. Halfway through the movie, Derek’s practically purring. It’s a risk, but Stiles gently takes Derek’s hand and tangles their fingers together.
“You know,” Stiles whispers, voice barely audible over the film. “It gets lonely all alone at night with my dad at the station…”
“Only at night?” Derek asked, and Stiles smiled against his shoulder because breakfast in bed with morning cuddles was good too.
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent & Reader
Author’s Note: A few weeks ago, @fillthevoid-stilinski and I were talking about her series, Between Us, which is an excellent Scott/fake relationship mini, and she was like, you know what I want to read? A Stiles/fake relationship fic, and I want you to write it. Seeing as her big TWO-OH is coming up on October 18th, and I also worship the ground she walks on, I obliged her. This is my birthday gift to my Posey, the other half of Eat, and one third of the Puppy Pack, and just my all-around across the pond soulmate. I hope you all enjoy this fake relationship, Stiles mini series.
Thanks: huge thanks to @ellie-bee242 for helping me finally come up with the idea of how this fic was going to go. I literally would never have come up with this without her.
Series Summary: When Stiles Stilinski and Y/n Y/L/N were sixteen years old, they made a pact: if in twenty years, they were both still single and their friends had all gotten married, they would marry each other. At twenty-six, a turn of events and a wedding, change their entire lives.
“I still feel bad for Isaac and Kira though.” You said, sitting on the counter in Stiles’ kitchen, eating an apple, while he stared at his open fridge.
Stiles closed the door halfway so that he could look at you on the other side of it. “Are you telling me you were rooting for anyone but Scott and Allison ending up together?” He rolled his eyes and went back to searching for something to munch on.
“Of course not, they’re our best friends, and they’re sickeningly cute together, and she loves him so much, I wanted them to get back together. I just feel bad for, well, Isaac mostly. Kira and Scott were never that serious, but Isaac seemed pretty into Al.”
Stiles closed the door, not having found anything, and stared up at you, crunching your way through the granny smith apple in your hand. “Yea, well, maybe if he stopped wearing those fucking scarves when it’s the middle of May, he would get the girl.” You smirked and rolled your eyes at your best friend, not indulging his irrational hatred of Isaac’s scarves with a reply. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Your smirk grew into a smug grin, which you broke when you took another bite from the piece of fruit, and then shrugged. “Oh, well then, I hate you, and you don’t get to eat my fruit.”
Summary: However this ends, he’s a fool if he does nothing or a fool if he gives into the sweetness of temptation.
Author’s Note: I’m glad I’m finally done with this story. I had debated on a while on how far to take this. But I’m glad that I decided to push the envelope and go all the way with the smut. Enjoy!
Nights like this were always innocent.
They would curl up under the covers of her bed and watch movies until they both fell asleep. Suspicions never rose when they spent hours together behind her bedroom door; often times it wouldn’t open until the early hours of the morning and it was time for Isaac to leave so he could head home to get ready for school. It was entirely innocent…until it wasn’t. Her parents should have expected that it would turn out that way eventually.
The night starts out like every other one. They had watched two movies and thirty minutes into the third (some French film remake with an obscenely long title), she was sound asleep. The movie was a thriller; it was on the subtler side but the heroine was hot and that kept his attention mostly.
Then there was a sex scene. Of course there was a sex scene. Not that he was complaining too much. The guy okay looking, but seeing the actress naked, enjoying being eaten out, being thrust into from behind—the whole scene made his cock twinge with desire.
Isaac feels a shift beside him. Looking down, he sees [Name] burrowing herself further into the covers of her bed. Lying on her side with one arm tucked under the pillow and her legs pulled towards her stomach, she looked like an angel. She looked so peaceful (and not his girl) and there was a desire in his blood to touch her. It should never have been a thought that entered his mind. It was wrong. She was his friend and asleep, and he was turned on by a movie. He should have just gone to bathroom to jack off. Isaac licks his lips as his eyes travel across her sleeping form.
chemistry of an alpha - Derek Hale one shot *smut*
Summary: You didn’t avoid Derek Hale because you wanted to. But what else can you do when you’re falling for your Alpha?
Pairing: Derek Hale x reader
Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual content
You looked up from your Chemistry homework as you heard a cough behind you. Derek Hale was leaning against your doorway with his head cocked to the side, staring at you thoughtfully. You rolled your eyes and resumed your schoolwork, already knowing why he was here.
“Go away,” you mumbled.
“No, I’m good right here,” he announced. You ignored him.
A few beats of silence passed.
“[y/n],” he pressed. You gave him nothing, absentmindedly scanning your notes.
Suddenly, you felt yourself being jerked backwards and around, coming face to face with your intruder.
“What the hell?” you rebuked.
“That’s better,” Derek chimed. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you deadpanned, somewhat surprised you could still deflect his questions, given his persistence. Then again, you were always good at avoiding things, a skill useful for dodging the rest of the pack’s investigation. You didn’t back down when Scott offered to give you a ride home just as an excuse to prod you, when Isaac cornered you at your locker with his sad puppy eyes, or even when Allison tried to literally hug information out of you.
You crossed your arms over your chest and stared stonily at Derek, unimpressed by his interrogation tactics.
You couldn’t even process the next few seconds as he swiftly grabbed the arm of your swivel chair and abruptly pulled you towards him, backtracking to your bed. He sat down so you were eye-level.
Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline.
“Let’s try that again,” Derek enunciated slowly. You crinkled your nose at him because what the fuck is his problem?
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Derek scoffed. “Even without the pack telling me you’ve been weird and distant lately, it’s obvious you’re not yourself.”
You cursed inwardly. The pack had ratted you out. You shouldn’t be surprised since everyone basically flocked to Mommy Derek at the first sign of trouble. They were cute that way.
“Still,” you huffed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat under Derek’s scrutiny. “You didn’t have to manhandle me–”
“Just tell me what’s up,” Derek continued nonchalantly, glossing over your complaint. “Your heart’s beating really fast and you’ve reeked of anxiety for days. If there’s a problem, you’re supposed to tell me. I’m your Alpha.”
Goosebumps rose along your spine at his words. I’m your Alpha. The phrase echoed in your mind. It manifested in images of Derek whispering it in your ear while he fingered you from behind, rasping it out while he held your head down to fuck your mouth. You closed your eyes, frustrated by how much Derek’s authority affected you. Fucking Alpha.
Your eyes shot open. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“No! I–that wasn’t, um…” you stuttered, fumbling for ways to reverse this conversation, reverse time itself. But there was nothing you could do. Your mind went blank, not granting your mouth any usable intelligence. You felt pressure in your brain, like a blood clot that would explode if you didn’t say something soon.
In a surge of word vomit, you hurriedly blurted out, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.”
And that’s when things came to a screeching halt.
So much for deflection.
Smooth move, genius.
Derek looked baffled as his shoulders elevated in tension, eyes the size of saucers.
“You’re… what?” Derek brows furrowed, seemingly searching your face for any cues that you were joking or high.
If only. Fuck it, nothing you say at this point could make this any worse.
“I think I’m in love with you,” you enunciated carefully. “Or–it could be something else. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really freaking me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just avoided you. And the pack. And just all of it, in general,” you rambled, wringing your hands together.
In response, Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his two front teeth peeking out like he was about to say something, but retreated again.
And then emerged the quintessential Derek frown. He was so adorable when he was mad, even when you were the reason.
“Look, [y/n],” Derek coughed, continuing sternly. “You don’t have to… explain. It’s okay to be confused. I’m not–I’m not mad at you.”
It was comforting that he was also stuttering over his words. Meanwhile, you tried not to swoon at how young and boyish he sounded when he was frazzled. But why wasn’t he more freaked out. He should’ve at least been a little angry. It usually took less than this to set him off.
“You should be mad!” you assured. “Get mad. I totally deserve it. For avoiding you, then lying about it. And for… being in love with you? Because I know what you’re thinking, these teenagers and their hormones,” you said gruffly, wincing as you accidentally did a poor impression of Derek. He raised his palm up incredulously, communicating that yes, you should indeed be embarrassed.
This was getting out of hand. You were all over the place and the more you tried to clarify, the more agitated Derek seemed to become.
“This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m too young for you and I need to stop kidding myself. I know that… I know,” your voice strained. You weren’t sure what burned more, your cheeks or the stinging behind your eyes.
The truth is, you did have feelings for Derek. And it was rather terrifying.
Because it would be obvious to anyone that Derek Hale was the perfect human specimen, with his tall, burly frame and Greek God jawline, armored in leather jackets and boots. That was your first impression when you met him. You, on the other hand, must have looked disastrous.
Before the pack and Derek, you were in a foster care system that left you abused and broken. When you decided to run away, you had no prospects or money. It was Derek that had found you, lost and dying in the woods. All you saw were sharp teeth and red eyes before you blacked out.
When you’d woken up, you were warm and safe. He had given you the bite, but also so much more. He had taken you under his wing and polished you off, given you guidance and shelter. It took a while to trust him, but when you did, he promised to turn you from a scared runaway into a warrior. And he delivered.
He introduced you to the pack, the family you never had. He taught you how to defend yourself, showing you strength you only dreamed about. But he also told you to use the bite to help other people, that power didn’t have to be destructive.
When you were human, you cowered away from people, fading into the background. You couldn’t trust anyone, couldn’t even trust yourself. But with Derek’s help, you learned to fight, speak your mind, and trust your instincts.
And therein lies the problem. Every time you were around Derek, every instinct in your body told you to jump his bones. You physically ached for him, your body buzzing with anxiety whenever you tried to stifle your need.
It wasn’t even just the physical stuff.
Underneath his tough exterior, Derek had a heart of gold. You’d seen enough cruelty to know that Derek was the opposite. He was the most generous person you’d ever known, sharing his home with a bunch of misfit teenagers, nursing lost puppies back to health.
Even though Derek had rescued you, he’d never indicated that he was remotely attracted to you. He just regarded you as another annoying Beta through lectures and demands. Every once in a while, if you reached a new milestone, socially or physically, he would pull you into an awkward hug or stiffly pat your head while you tried to cough away your laughter.
It was obvious he would never return your feelings, so you spent an embarrassingly large portion of day figuring out ways to avoid Derek, which led to avoiding the pack because they were always together. But attendance was required at pack meetings, so you sat as far away from everyone as possible and looked down the whole time, only speaking when directly addressed.
Everyone was bound to notice your strange behavior eventually. You just didn’t expect Derek to confront you about it directly, assuming he wasn’t into pack drama.
Once again, you’d underestimated his capacity to care.
And judging from the way he was clenching his fists and gazing a hole into his jeans, apparently he’d underestimated your capacity to complicate his life.
The last thing you wanted to was to make things harder for Derek, but this confrontation resulted in exactly that.
“Look, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? Everyone has psychotic episodes sometimes,” you laughed nervously. “I won’t avoid you anymore–unless you want me too. I’ll leave you alone. Or, should I move out? Yeah, I’m going to move out. I’ll just go now, sorry.”
Without even looking at Derek, you rushed to your door, wiping the dew that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. You reached for your doorknob, but staggered backwards as you felt a hand close over your wrist. You yelped and closed your eyes as you gracelessly collided into something solid.
Your arms tucked into your chest, instinctively protecting you from the impact. You opened your eyes when you felt a breath fan over your forehead, and realized that Derek had you cradled against his chest with an arm locked around your back.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slammed his lips to yours.
Your went catatonic with shock, body rigid in Derek’s arms.
You were in Derek’s arms. Derek Hale’s arms in that blue Henley shirt that felt so soft and warm against you and his mouth, full and moist, pressing against yours–
You were broken out of your trance when you felt Derek’s wet tongue graze your chapped bottom lip. Oh.
You unfolded your arms and threw them around his neck, lunging forward to finally comply with his movements. Your tongue snaked out to meet his, eagerly applying pressure and then retreating again, battling then teasing. Derek signaled that your efforts were fruitful as he growled into the your mouth, the sound traveling from the back of his throat to your core.
It was all dueling tongues and gnashing teeth. Of course this is how Derek would kiss, intense and ardent, almost clinical in the way he switched between squeezing your hip and biting your lip.
And then oxygen was becoming an issue. Your body felt warm, too warm. Too much was happening too fast. You placed your palms against Derek’s chest, using all your strength to shove him away.
He faltered backwards, a look of astonishment twisting his features.
“What the hell?” he asked. He glared at you, but you could only focus on his chest as it heaved up and down, trying to calm your own breathing.
“Are we doing this?” you asked, voice wavering with emotion. “Because you’re still my Alpha. And I’m still a teenager.”
“You’re 18,” Derek deadpanned.
“I’m still in high school!” Derek’s gaze softened as you raised your voice.
You just couldn’t just rush into this. This was too important. You needed to know Derek’s intentions, because you didn’t just want a hurried groping session, a one night stand. You wanted all of it, all of him. Anything less would just cheapen your feelings.
For once, you actually believed that you deserved better than a guy just using you and throwing you away. And this is what Derek taught you, to stand up for yourself. It’s not that you believed Derek would take advantage of you; you just needed some confirmation that this was real.
“I know that,” Derek approached you again. You promptly straightened out your back, trying to hold your ground.
But your voice betrayed you, folding under the weight of your next question, “Then, why did you kiss me?”
“Because I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing here,” he confessed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, delicately caressing your forehead in his path. You leaned into his palm.
“Oh… wait, then, what are you saying?”
“I mean… I don’t know. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always knew you were strong, I knew it the moment I found you. Then one day, something changed. You changed. You weren’t that same girl anymore. All of a sudden, you became this intelligent, self-possessed, beautiful young woman. And I couldn’t just keep patting your head and pretending things were still normal between us.”
You bit your lip and looked down.
“So, it’s not just me, then? You felt it too?” you asked shyly, too afraid to look at him.
Derek nudged your chin upwards with his knuckle, using his thumb to stroke your jaw.
“Definitely.” He granted you a small smirk, his eyes twinkling.
That was all the confirmation you needed as you charged forward to press your lips against his and snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Derek responded immediately by fisting your hair and cupping your jaw, enveloping you into his warm embrace.
You felt around for the hem of his shirt, lifting the edge of the material. Derek pulled away as you raised it over his head and threw it aside. You panted while you took him in, admiring the smattering of dark chest hair that decorated the hard planes of his chest. The rest of him was smooth, aside from a treasure trail that disappeared behind his jeans.
In a surge of confidence, you decided you wanted him to see you too. You stepped back and lifted your tank top over your head, leaving you only in a red bra.
You heard Derek inhale a sharp breath. You were slightly disappointed when he maintained eye contact with you, the veins in his neck straining against his skin, like he was still trying to be respectful.
You walked towards him and grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm between the valley of your breasts. You eyelids fluttered shut as Derek’s hand slowly drifted down your torso, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below your belly button.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted airily. “I finally have you.”
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Derek’s said, voice gruff with earnestness. No one had every spoken to you this way.
You felt your chest flush as you scoffed, whispering, “Not as beautiful as you.”
When you opened your eyes, Derek was looking at you somberly. He reached forward and brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you tenderly, much softer than before. You were pliant against him, curving and arching into him every time he moved. Your hands found his hips, squeezing the defined flesh before you started to unbuckle his belt.
You palmed Derek over his boxers, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand as he groaned into your mouth. Pulling away, you trailed your mouth over his jaw and neck, sponging open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen until you were on your knees, eye-level with his erection.
“[y/n], you don’t have to,” Derek protested. He palmed your jaw upwards to look at you. You grinned up at him.
“I know,” you said, slowly stroking him. “I’ve just always wanted to know what it’s like to suck off Derek Hale.”
You gave no warning before you took the head of his shaft fully into your mouth. You watched Derek throw his head back and hiss.
“Fuck, [y/n],” Derek cursed. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair.
Any sort of encouragement was highly appreciated at this point, because even looking at Derek’s cock was intimidating. You weren’t exactly surprised by his considerable size, especially since his bulge always gave him away. But nothing you’d imagined could’ve prepared you for the real thing.
Noticing the prominent vein underneath his shaft, you lifted his cock vertically. You satisfied your urge to kiss him along the feature, trailing your mouth up to his tip.
“What are you doing? Are you… fuck, that’s so hot,” Derek complimented, his tone gravelly. You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes.
“You’re too pretty not to kiss,” you teased, but it was completely true. You licked a stripe up his shaft. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your mouth open as far as you could, taking in all of him. Or really, as much as possible, which was about half. You pumped the remaining portion, palm twisting up and down.
“Oh my god, [y/n], where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
You giggled. “What, this?”
Gripping Derek’s thighs to anchor you forward, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him off while you continued to stroke him.
Derek’s responded with a fist tangling in your hair, guiding your head against him.
It was turning you on so much that you were affecting Derek that you slipped a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear.
You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose while Derek filled you. Derek Hale was inside of you and nothing else could ever be this important.
You couldn’t help but moan against Derek’s cock as you pleasured yourself, using your other hand to fondle his balls. Profanities tumbled incoherently from his lips as your moans vibrated against him.
You stopped suddenly when you felt him tug your hair backwards. Derek fell out of your mouth with a little pop! as you pulled away. Derek grasped your shoulders and pulled you up to stand.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” Derek warned, pressing his forehead against yours. He affectionately stroked your cheek with him thumb.
You felt giddy, beaming with delight and a twinge of pride.
“Who says I want you to hold back?”
You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s eyes flash red.
“Trust me, sweetheart. I could make you regret those words.” Derek’s voice was rough and scratchy, the tone sending shivers up your spine.
“You sure about that? Let’s find out,” you challenged, the thought of Derek dominating you jolting your senses.
Derek softly chuckled. “Let’s save that for next time.”
Next time. Derek wanted a next time.
“Right now, I want you to undress.”
Your mouth went dry at his command. There was that authority you loved so much.
Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you bent over and slid the material down your legs, stepping out of them. You were now clad only in a pair of black panties and a red bra. You passively regretted your choice to forego matching underwear.
But Derek didn’t seem to mind as he blatantly stared at your legs, giving you a once over. He walked towards you, staring directly into your eyes.
You whimpered when Derek’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, folding the flesh under, the gesture prompting you to part your mouth.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and softly. This was a sharp contrast to the way he suddenly swooped down, still attached to your mouth.
You yelped at his sudden movements, arms wrapping intuitively around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up into his arms.
He held you to him as he started walking, an arm locked around your waist, the other grasping your neck to keep you in place. You were ridiculously turned on that he could carry you so effortlessly.
Derek descended and you felt your knees touch the mattress. He sat down with you in his lap. You continued exploring his mouth, your hands trailing his back. You scorched his shoulder blades with scratches you knew would heal seconds later.
Your actions elicited a grunt from Derek, who was also engrossed with your back. You felt the rough pads of his calloused fingertips knead forcefully, his aggression causing you to arch away in bliss. With a tweak of his fingers, you felt him undo your bra.
You broke away, observing Derek while you nervously slid your bra straps down your arms, your hands shaking. Derek’s tongue flicked out against his lips as he admired you, his immediate reaction easing your worries. He wasted no time, littering kisses down your chest, palming your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned.
“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” Derek rasped as he nuzzled your neck. You felt over-stimulated with Derek rubbing you and kissing you simultaneously. Needing to relieve tension, you involuntarily started grinding on Derek’s lap, pressing your panty-covered sex over Derek’s thick erection.
You moved together, Derek guiding you back and forth with his hands on your ass and lips on your collarbone. You clung to his broad shoulders for support.
When Derek suddenly bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you gasped in pain and surprise. You were already healing. The gesture actually felt intimate and romantic instead of violent, a throwback to the first bite Derek ever gave you. Even now, when you were tangled in his limbs, he seemed afraid that you would slip away.
“Mine,” he whispered into your neck.
He was trying to mark you.
“All yours, always been,” you promised.
You burrowed your face into his neck, returning his affection by lapping at his skin, not feeling brave enough to bite your Alpha.
“Please, Derek,” you pleaded, trying to communicate your desire.
“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t worry, I got you.”
Giving your ass one final squeeze, he slid his fingers into your underwear, spreading your wetness along your slit. In response, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders as you desperately rode his hand, your desire becoming frantic.
Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then cried out when Derek slipped your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion.
“Fuck!” you exclaimed as Derek filled you to the hilt. After letting you adjust, he moved slowly, holding onto your hips as he glided in and out. You felt his cock stretch your walls, clenching your thighs every time his tip grazed your g-spot. Derek was everywhere, around you and inside you.
His hands were restless, alternating between gripping your hips and tugging at your hair. His teeth grazing against your nipple left you a squirming mess above him. You cradled his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Arching your back, you gave your hips leeway to meet Derek’s movements.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Derek urged.
His command rang in your ears. It thrilled you that Derek was giving you control.
You braced some of your weight on your knees, ascending from Derek’s lap. Using his shoulder’s for leverage, you raised yourself just until you reached his tip, then slammed your hips back down. You picked up your pace, trying to match Derek’s earlier momentum.
“Is this how you want me?”
Derek growled his approval.
His encouragement made you feel sexy and wanted even in your fervid state. You could hear the distinct slap of your ass against Derek’s thighs reverberate through the expanse of your bedroom. The assault from Derek’s mouth left your chest decorated with red bruises. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your exertions.
One of Derek’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass. The other reached behind you to clamp down on your shoulder, helping you descend down his enlarged shaft.
“Are you close to coming?” he asked. He reasoned with you so calmly that you were actually embarrassed by just how close you were. You felt a knot tighten just below your stomach and you knew you would burst soon.
You couldn’t even formulate an coherent response, resorting to just emphatically nodding your head.
He relinquished his hold, reaching down to rub your clit. His rough
fingertips fervently moved against your sensitive nub, the stimulation
breaking your rhythm. Derek took over again as he wrapped an arm around
your waist to hold up your thrashing form as he pounded into you.
You cried out as your walls contracted, your eyes screwing shut as you reached your orgasm. A few erratic pumps later, Derek was joining you at your peak. You climaxed together, him groaning into your chest while you hung on to his shoulders.
Your body shook as you came down from your high, your head hung low on Derek’s shoulder. Your body felt so numb, you couldn’t even figure out where you
ended and he began. Your sweat, breath, even skin seemed to melt
together. Derek rocked you back and forth in his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and cooing mantras of “shhh” and “I’m here, baby” into your ear.
Derek did what he always does–he took care of you.
“So,” you mumbled, finally breaking the silence. “That just happened.”
You sat up to look at Derek.
“I’m in love with you, too.”
You merely blinked at Derek’s admission, completely caught off guard. Were you still delirious from your orgasm or did Derek Hale just say he loves you?
“You heard me,” Derek quipped, avoiding your gaze, opting instead to fiddle with a strand of your hair.
“But… you know you don’t have to say that, right?” you nudged his face to look at you. “I know we just had sex, but I didn’t put out to force you into saying ‘I love you’ back. Like I said, I don’t even know for sure if I love you–”
“That’s fine,” Derek interrupted you, cracking a smile. “Really, it’s okay. I still love you. And you can say it back when you’re ready. I can wait for that.”
“Really?” you asked shyly.
“Of course,” he rolled your eyes, his attitude evoking a giggle from you.
“Aww, what a sweet Alpha,” you playfully taunted as you ruffled his hair.
Derek immediately stiffened, his hand lashing to grab your wrist mid-ruffle.
“You know what? I take it back,” Derek heckled, smirking. “I don’t love you.”
Your jaw dropped at his quip. You were sitting in Derek Hale’s lap, naked, while he made flirty banter. You faced murderous supernatural creatures on a daily basis and this was the most bizarre moment of your life.
“Is that so?” You squinted your eyes at him. “Well then, I’ll just have to find myself new man. Actually, I think Scott just came home, and since he’s the true Alpha–”
Derek suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, pressing his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss. You smiled against his mouth, slightly entertained by his possessive nature. Even though your favorite werewolf couldn’t take a joke, you wouldn’t change a thing.
Warning: Contains mention of voyeurism, obsession,
slight mention of touching abuse
First of all I need to thank @sincerelystiles
for thinking of such an amazing prompt and giving me the courage I needed to
write this to her! I really enjoyed writing this! And second of all, a really big thank you to @maddie110201 who proofread and kindly correct some (too many) mistakes!
Without you I don’t think I would have had the strength to post this!
The first time my gaze fell on him, I
didn’t know if I was afraid or if I was only incredibly and uncontrollably
attracted to him, his messy hair, his skin so pale and his eyes dark but
burning with hunger. I didn’t know if I wanted to jump in his arms or run away,
his eyes burning with desire or was it for murder? But I hadn’t had time to
think because he had come to me. His gaze continued to burn me as soon as he
landed his eyes on me, a mischievous smile stretching his appetizing lips. My
breath was stuck in my throat.
Author’s Note: This chapter was entirely too fun to write. Probably because I was mildly drunk while doing so…. For my purposes, even though i kind of love Stalia, Stalia never happened in this AU, so Stiles lost his virginity to Lydia. *rolls eyes* whatever. Clearly still mildly drunk while writing this A.N. and am fully team StilesxReader at this point. Um, yea, this is my birthday, fake-relationship mini series present for @fillthevoid-stilinski. The fake-relationship part comes in the next part :)
Summary: Ten years later, Stiles and Y/n are twenty-six and partying in Las Vegas in a joint bachelor/bachelorette party for Scott and Allison, days before their wedding back in Beacon Hills.
The ball flew at full speed towards Liam. Before he could catch the ball with his lacrosse stick, Y/N ran towards him. She aimed low before standing up straight and flipped him over her shoulder. Liam let out a loud groan when his back hit the hard ground.
“Nice job, Little McCall!” Coach Finstock yelled across the field before he blew the whistle, signaling the end of practice. “Hit the showers! Your stench is making my eyes watery!”
A couple of guys jogged towards the locker rooms, while others grabbed a quick drink from the table filled with water bottles. Scott rushed to Liam’s side, who was still struggling to sit up. Y/N removed her helmet as she walked right pass them without so much as glancing at them.
“Y/N, what the hell?” Scott hissed. “You could have hurt him.”
“We both know he’ll be perfectly fine,” she said over her shoulder as she kept on waking towards the girls’ locker room.
I need me some piggybacking Stiles. Either from them hiking for a long-ass time and human legs and feet just don’t have the tireless machine qualities werewolf legs do, or maybe he was injured and he needs a piggyback because he is not a princess nor a sack of potatoes. Or he’s sleepy and wants cuddles but they can’t because they’re in the woods and they need to keep moving.
At any rate, I need Stiles getting a piggyback ride from his werewolf boyfriend, and I need it NOW.
Summary: What’s better to be handcuffed, alone in
the sheriff’s office while your dad and you girlfriend are eating pizza without
you? Well. Your friend passing by and deciding to do things to you while you’re
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warning:Contains smut… or well sexual things. You
know. Including some parts of the body and strong feelings. Y’all old enough to
know what it means.
A/N: Okay so I was so excited to post this I
won’t wait lol. Thanks to @maddie110201 who proofreaded it and told me it was a
cool fic. Something like that. I’m a bit proud I guess? Let me know what you
thought, and it was the third choice in the voting I made back when… a while
ago. And for the sake of the story just imagine there’s no computer on the
desk. And it’s actually his dad office not the whole office. Okay. Nice, thanks!
Theo Raeken x female!Reader Fandom: Teen Wolf Author: T💕 Request: “Could you make a Theo Raeken smut where the reader is a really innocent good girl and she is Stiles sister? One night Stiles and the pack are at a party and Theo takes his chance to get the reader alone and finally do what he’s been wanting to do with her? Please and thank you so much!” Warnings: Smut & language
So, tonight, my brother decided that he is going to throw a part. Fantastic. “It isn’t really a "party”, Y/N/N. It’s just the pack getting together to hang out.“ Stiles ran behind me while I walked to the jeep. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever. Can I drive?” "Are you high?!“ Stiles held his key above his above his head, out of my reach. I jumped up and down trying to get the jeep keys. "Come on, Stiles! Don’t be so mean!” Lydia, Scott, Allison, and Theo walked up to my brother and I. “Um, is everything okay here?” Lydia looked between the two of us. “Stiles is being a dick!” I huffed. Lydia gasped dramatically. “That was a naughty word, Y/N!” I rolled my eyes and pushed passed the two giving me grief. Theo stuck out his arm and pulled me into his chest. I stood on my tip toes to wrap my hands around his neck and hug him back. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N/N. They are just being assholes.” He squeezed me. I smiled.“ Yeah, they do it all the time, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I pulled away from Theo. “Are you coming over tonight?” I asked. Theo rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah. I mean, uh, if you want me to, I will.” I smiled, showing my teeth. “That’d be amazing!” “Y/N! Let’s goooooooo!” Stiles honked his horn at me. “I gotta go. I’ll see you later tonight?” Theo kissed my head and nodded. "Of course. Don’t get into any trouble, Little Miss Innocent!“ I laughed out loud and jumped in the jeep.
Stiles put some snacks on the living room table. I sat on the couch, staring at my phone. "Are you going to help me or?” Stiles stood with his hands on hips. I smiled and quickly typed on my phone. “No, sorry. I’m busy.” “Doing what?! Everyone will be here any second and you are just sitting there texting! Who are you even talking to?” Stiles snatched my phone away from me. “I wouldn’t!” I warn. Stiles read the messages.
I watched my brothers face get red and heard the front door open. Scott, Allison, Derek, Lydia, and Theo came in. Theo’s eyes instantly met mine. I threw my head in the direction of my brother. Theo looked and saw Stiles holding my phone in his hand. The two of us started to bust out laughing. The pack took their shoes off and chose their seats. Theo slumped on the big chair with me. I sat with my back resting against the arm of the chair and my lower body draped across Theo’s lap. Stiles turned off the lights and popped the disc in the DVD player. The previews to the movie started. “Are we watching fucking Star Wars again, Stilinski?!” Scott yelled. “Yes, McCall! Now shut the fuck up and watch the movie!” My older brother yelled back at Scott. Scott mumbled. Stiles leaned forward from his seat next to Derek. “I don’t know what you just said, but we could all be dying instead, so count your blessings!” I picked up my cup. “And I could be riding Theo’s dick, but whatever.” The choked on whatever he had started eating a few seconds ago. Everyone turned their heads to us. “Is he alright?” Allison asked. Theo coughed some more. “I’m fine! I just clearly can’t eat right.” I felt my ears get hot. Theo leaned to me. “Where did that come from?!” He whisper-shouted. I whispered back. “I honestly don’t really know. I didn’t think you’d hear me! And I need you to move your phone, please.” Theo pause for a second. “Y/N…that isn’t my phone.” I squinted. “What?” Theo took my hand and moved it to where I thought his phone was. As soon as my hand touched the bulge, I knew exactly what it was. I felt my underwear get wetter. “Oh…” I said. Theo let my hand go and rested his on my upper thigh. “I really like you, Y/N. I like you so much that it is actually hard to put into words. You are so damn pretty that every time I see you it makes my heart stop. The fact that you aren’t my girlfriend drives me fucking insane, Y/N. And right now, all I can think about it fucking you senseless.” He whispered in my ear. I smirked. “I’m game.” Theo growled, and I felt myself get wetter. We snuck upstairs to my room silently. Theo closed the door with his foot quietly. He picked me up and I wrapped my hands around his neck. Theo and I leaned together. Our lips connected and the kiss sent sparks through my body. Theo gently placed me on the bed and pulled away from me. I bit my lip as I watched him pull off his shirt. I sat up to take mine off too. Theo stopped me. I rose my eyebrow at him. “Be mine, Y/N? I need to hear you say yes before we go any further. I meant what I said about liking you while we were on the chair.” Theo held my waist. I smiled wide. “Of course, Theo. I’ve wanted to be with you since we met.” Theo pecked my lips and let me finish taking off my shirt. Theo cupped my breasts. “This is a pretty bra, Y/N…but I think it’ll match the floor a little better.” I rolled my eyes at Theo. He removed my bra and licked his lips. I squirmed in my seat a little bit. Theo leaned forward and took my boobs in his hands. I moaned quietly and rolled my head back. Theo groaned. “God, Y/N. You are so fucking beautiful.” I crawled up to the top of the bed. I used one finger to beckon Theo to me. He climbed up to me and kissed me. His lips unlocked doors in me that I had long forgotten. Theo pushed his crotch into mine. I gasped. “Can you, u, help me out with that, baby?” He bit his perfect, pink lip. I smirked. “Only if you make it hard for me to walk tomorrow.” I whispered. Theo moaned. “Jesus, Y/N. I thought you were an innocent good girl.” I grabbed Theo’s dick through his pants. “Oh, babe, good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught.” Theo shot up and undid his belt faster than you could imagine. He took off his jeans next and tossed them somewhere in my room. He took out one claw and tore my cloth pants and underwear in half. Theo slid a condom over his hard on and crashed into my lips. “Theo..fuck me…I want to feel your cock inside of me.” I panted. “Do you want me to go slow, baby?” I grinned. “Fuck, no.” Theo rammed his cock inside of me. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out. I drug my nails down Theo’s back roughly. Theo’s cock stretched my walls and made me a moaning and panting mess. “Harder, Theo. Please, fuck me harder.” Theo put one of his hands over my mouth and the other by my head. He thrust into me with more force. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. “No, no, no, Y/N. Look at me while I fuck you in your tight, little pussy.” Theo’s words made me moan super loud in his hand. The feeling of Theo hitting my g-spot with every thrust made it hard to keep my eyes open, but I managed to do it anyway. “Look at you, Princess.” Theo praised. “You take my huge cock so well. Your pussy looks so good wrapped around my shaft. Fuck.” I moaned and dug my nails even deeper into Theo’s shoulders. Theo moved his hand from my mouth. “T-Theo. Oh, fuck, you make my pussy feel so good. Please don’t stop.” I didn’t think Theo’s thrust could get any harder, but they could. Theo thrusted harder and put a hand on my headboard so that the group downstairs wouldn’t hear it hit the wall while Theo pounded into me. I gasped as I felt myself start to cum. I arched my back and pressed my chest against Theo’s. My toes curled and I groaned louder than I should have. Theo started to get sloppy and thrusted into me a few more times. He groaned in the crook of my neck. I felt his cock pulsate in my pussy when he came. Theo pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the bed next to each other. The condom got tossed in the trashcan next my bed. I snuggled into my boyfriend’s chest. “Well,” Theo smiled at me. “not really all that "innocent” are ya, baby?“ I kissed his chest. "Babe, I promise that only you will see me like that.” Theo kissed my head. The living room light flicked on and some of it shone under my door. “Hey, where are-OH, FUCK NO! Y/F/N Y/M/N STILINSKI!” My brother started up the stairs. “If he liked me before, he sure as shit is going to hate my guts now. ” Theo joked and I hid under my blanket.
When Stiles Stilinski and Y/n Y/L/N were sixteen years old, they made a pact: if in twenty years, they were both still single and their friends had all gotten married, they would marry each other. At twenty-six, a turn of events and a wedding, change their entire lives.
Summary: Father Stiles AU. All Y/n wants is to find a new family to care for, when she comes across an AD in the newspaper, she couldn’t be happier. Stiles hires a new nanny for his daughter, but he soon realizes that he hired someone that would soon become much more than just a nanny.
Do let me know what you think about this, pretty please. Feedback is always wanted. I remember reading something similar to this and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head; I really enjoyed writing it!
“What about this one?” Lydia questioned, eyeing a small square at the corner of the newspaper. “Nine to Five nanny service needed in the Beacon Hills area, must have experience with children under six years old. Email your resume… Short, straight to the point.” She mused, showing you the ad. You shrugged your shoulders, nodding at her to tell her to send your resume. With a few clicks on her computer, she smiled at you and took a sip of her coffee.
Being without a job for the last two weeks felt amazing, you felt like a new person; refreshed and comfortable. You were sad to see the family you looked after move all the way to the United Kingdom, you always thought you’d see Lori and Brett growing up so your heart shattered when the news was broke to you, but after a couple of days, you accepted it and it was time to move on. Except every ad in the newspaper was either taken or two hours away.