A/N:
I do not own Teen Wolf, which is good. Because if I did, the rating would be way too high for MTV :P
I do plan to write additional chapters to the other stories I've started (as requested), I just want to play around with a few things first.
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WARNING: I've been getting into Chubby!Kink lately to a mild degree. This story will be my first attempt to write it. If this is NOT something you are interested it, please wait till I update my non-chub stories.
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Having said that, as this kink is very new to me, please bare with me! I'm also going to attempt a Human/college AU, so many firsts...lol. Per the norm, this isn't Beta'd so please forgive any errors!
This chapter doesn't contain anything too explicit, but if I add more chapters is most definitely will! ;)
Thanks! Xoxo
An annoying buzzing sound crept its way into Stiles dream as his body slowly started to wake up. He gripped his fluffy pillow tightly as he mentally urged the sound to decease and the bright light of the sun filtering through his window to dim.
Groaning he forced his tired and achy body into a seated position and reached across his side table to silence the dreadful noise. His warm blanket dropped to his waist in response to his movements and he shivered as the cold air touched his naked torso.
He felt goose bumps forming on his skin at the chill and his sensitive nipples harden. He ran his hand absently over the pale exposed skin in attempt to warm himself. His fingers brushed over the meaty flesh that once was hard and toned and now was soft and smooth.
He, like many others, was a victim to the "Freshmen 15", or in Stiles' case, the freshman 35. He wasn't massively huge by any means, seeing as he entered college at a meager 147 lbs, but at 182 pounds, he was no longer the skinny lanky boy people once associated him with.
He pushed the comforter aside and stood from his bed. He was rooming with Scott, his best friend, and he could already hear the sound of feet padding through the kitchen. The smell of bacon and pancakes wafting through the air brought a smile to the young man's face, as well as a grumble to his tummy.
"Shhh, you'll be fed soon, don't you worry." Stiles spoke lovingly to himself as he rubbed soothing strokes over the soft skin of his rounded tummy.
Before walking over to his dresser to pick out his clothes for the day, he glanced briefly towards to floor length mirror beside his bed.
He didn't often stop to take in his appearance. Its not that he was ashamed or embarrassed, he was just a little unsure of himself in this new skin. As he scanned down his body from head to toe, he took in all the changes that college had brought him.
His cheeks that had once been almost gaunt were rounder and fuller. He lifted his fingers to trace along the flesh as he examined it. His chest was softer then before and it lead down to a small rounded belly. His dark treasure trail formed a path downwards and he followed the hairs with his hand.
When he reached the waistband of his boxers he pushed them down over his rounded hips. When they pooled at his feet he stepped out of the garment, kicking it to the side.
The distinct V shape that had once graced his hips, were now filled in, soft and fleshy, and his thighs were warm and smooth. After what seemed like hours of memorizing every new change to his body, Stiles turned towards his dresser. He did of course give a quick glance over his shoulder to examine his now rounder and softer looking ass.
Once dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and an oversized hoodie, Stiles made his way out of his room to join Scott.
"Morning Bro!" Scott greeted him with a smile. "Made lots of food, hope you're hungry." Scott glanced down towards Stiles tummy that was pressing slightly against his shirt and smirked.
"Scratch that, you're always hungry." Scott teased him as he passed him a plate loaded with breakfast-y goodness.
Stiles gaped in mock shock. "I'm a growing boy!" 'Oh you're definitely growing!' Scott mumbled teasingly half under his breath, which resulted in a smack to the back of his head.
"You're just jealous that I'm all…curvy and beautiful and you're all…gross and chiseled." Stiles made an obscene gesture of following the curves of his body with his hands.
"It's ok, I'd be envious too if the roles were reversed." Stiles winked suggestively at Scott before starting in on his food. He moaned loudly as the first taste of bacon hit his tongue and grease glistened his lips.
"You're the best, have I ever told you that? Because it's fucking true, no matter what anyone else says." Stiles spoke through a food filled mouth as Scott laughed and tapped his shoulder in appreciation.
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After breakfast Stiles had made his way to his first class, it was Friday so he only had to make it until 2 PM. He loved Friday and not just because of the upcoming weekend, but because on Friday he saw Derek.
Now Stiles had realized while in high school that he wasn't completely straight. After a few too many purposeful peeks in the locker room after lacrosse practice, it wasn't too hard to admit to himself that he was attracted to men. But it wasn't until he got to college and he saw Derek that it was undeniable.
He was pinning. Badly.
He had first seen Derek almost two years ago on his first day of college and he had been instantly hooked. Head over heels, over the fence, over the moon, ridiculously hooked.
And the worst part? He didn't even know for sure if Derek knew he existed.
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Stiles took his normal seat in his Psych 200 class; he liked to be near the back. He Squeezed his way into his tiny seat (seriously are these for children?!) and pulled out his laptop.
Just like clock work at 9:55 AM, Derek strolled into class followed closely by a blond guy with perfect cheek bones. Also just like every Friday they made their way up the stairs and sat in their normal seats, two rows in front of Stiles. So maybe there was a reason he liked the back row? Sue him.
He did his best to listen in to their hushed conversation but was (rudely!) interrupted by the professor starting his lecture. (The nerve of some people!)
The class was fairly interesting and Stiles was proud that he had only been distracted by Derek a few times. Which he deserved an award for, because Derek was perfection.
He was tall, dark and handsome, just like the cliché. His eyes were the most beautiful color, a green that pulled you in, and his features were sharp and accentuated by stubble that Stiles had imagined many times rubbing against his skin. Don't let him get started on Derek's hands, so large, Stiles could practically feel them pressed against his flesh with how much he ached for them. Also his shoulders, so broad and firm…(ok so he didn't deserve the award just yet.)
When the lecture was over he started to clear up his things when he heard the blond (Issac?) speak. "So when do you start your new job at Mocha Haven?" Stiles ears perked at the words. He knew the place; he passed it daily on his walk to school.
"This afternoon actually. I have the 4 to 10 shift every night this week." Derek answered as he cleaned up his own things, lifting his bag up to cross the strap over his body.
Stiles was instantly drawn into such a captivating fantasy of entering the coffee shop, seeing Derek and engaging in unspeakable acts in every corner of the store that he didn't even notice the two men leave.
Snapped back to reality, Stiles sighed and shimmied (in a manly way!) out of his seat and made his way down the stairs.
Just a few more hours until 4PM and he suddenly had a strong craving for coffee.
A/N: What did you think?! It was actually really fun to write! Please give me your thoughts and suggestions. Should I carry on? Love to hear from you, Thanks for reading! XOX
