AN- hey guys! So, any of you who follow me on tumblr (kelenagilbert), know that I promised both a Klaus/Caroline and a Stiles/Derek multifics. Needless to say, they've taken longer than expected. So, I thought up a little filler for you. I might make one of these for both fandoms, but I'm not sure.
There will be seven chapters, each a oneshot based on one of the seven deadly sins.
As always, I'm terrible at when things take place in the series, so I'm gonna go with sometime mid-season 1. (Hey, sorry, but I've been rewatching it so I don't go through Teen Wolf withdrawl.)
Enjoy!(:
Disclaimer: You caught me. I'm Jeff Davis and I sneak on here to write fanfiction about my otp.
Lust.
"Derek!" Stiles Stilinski calls out as he walks into the rickety old building. The door was unlocked, probably because he was expected. That and someone like Derek don't really have to worry about intruders.
"Derek! If you're gonna invite me over for no stated reason, you might want to at least show up!" Stiles yells, huffing. He has always found the older man to be a bit creepy. Sure, he was attractive- Stiles, a guy who was pretty confident in his sexuality could admit that- but he was totally broody and had no people skills whatsoever.
When Stiles calls out Derek's name a third time with no answer, he decides to just go looking for him. He'd never really been in the Hale house and wanted to look around.
Soon, he heard the tinny sound of music through earphones. Seriously? Derek was going to invite him over and then put on earphones and ignore him? Jackass.
"God dammit, Derek, you are so-" Stiles stops mid-sentence as he stares at the man before him. Derek is working out. Shirtless. And he doesn't even know Stiles is there.
Stiles stands for a moment, just watching the way Derek's back muscles roll and the way his butt shakes slightly. But then, he snaps himself out of it and walks over to the man with sure strides.
"Derek!" Stiles yells for what seems like the hundredth time today, plucking one of the white earphones out. All of a sudden, Stiles is against a wall, pinned against his own will.
"Derek?" Stiles repeats, this time in a questioning tone. "Personal space, buddy."
Derek scowls at him, but upon seeing it's just the harmless teen, removes his arms. "You shouldn't sneak up on me like that," he shrugs, defending himself and Stiles stares at him incredulously.
"What? I have been screaming your name for the last ten minutes. Finally, I find you and you shove me against a freaking wall that looks like it could topple any second!" Stiles tries not to watch the bead of sweat that is slowly making its way down Derek's abs. He tries- really, really hard- not to imagine something else running down those hard muscles.
"Stiles!" Derek growls and Stiles immediately snaps to attention.
"Wha- oops, sorry. You should really put on a shirt. My self-esteem levels just hit the negatives."
Derek steps forward and cocks his head slightly. "I think I'm fine. Don't you?" he says casually and Stiles almost chokes on his own spit. If it had been anyone else, he would've sworn they were flirting. But considering Mr. Sourwolf probably didn't even know what flirting was- what was it that he said to that woman again? 'I wasn't expecting someone so beautiful'? Gah!- that was pretty much impossible.
"Um. Yeah. Sure. Fine. Now, why am I here again?" Stiles blinks, trying to erase those terribly erotic images from his mind. Confident in my sexuality. Confident in my sexuality.
"I thought, considering there is an alpha on the loose and you are the best friend of a wolf bitten by him, you should probably learn to fight." He pauses and looks at Stiles' disbelieving face. "Just the basics, Stiles. Not that hard."
"Not that hard? Derek. I know how to use a gun. I'm fine."
"How do you know how to use a gun?" Derek asks, his eyebrows lifting to his hairline.
"Maybe you've forgotten, but my father is kind of the Sheriff. I've been around guns my whole life; you don't think my dad would at least teach me how to properly handle one?" Derek's face changes for a second, and then hardens. Sometimes he forgets how much he doesn't know about these kids.
Sometimes he forgets that these kids are…kids.
"But." Stiles lets out a deep sigh before continuing. "If it will make your hairy little brain feel better, I'll do it. Basic fighting. Okay?" Derek nods sharply and- without putting on a shirt, Stiles notices- goes for the backyard.
"Wait a second- aren't you gonna put something on? It's the middle of March," Stiles stutters, still getting used to the whole 'almost everyone I make contact with is apparently supernatural' thing.
"I'm a wolf. I'll be fine," Derek states simply, shrugging and continuing to walk. Stiles rolls his wide eyes but follows.
xXx
"Alright, Stiles, don't be afraid to fight dirty. Come on, I'll be fine. Go for the eyes, the ribs, something." Derek shouts, trying to encourage the younger boy. But Stiles just stands there.
It's not that he's afraid. Or that he doesn't want to hurt Derek- he actually really wouldn't mind getting some good punches in. But watching Derek leap around shirtless is making him really uncomfortable. In a really uncomfortable place.
He can't help but think about just a little while earlier. Derek shirtless, Derek pinning him against the wall, Derek growling, that little droplet moving achingly slow down his chest, Derek…flirting? And suddenly his pants feel a lot tighter.
Stiles suddenly goes even stiffer and crosses his legs. This is the worst possible time for him to get hard. And, really? How horny is he that he's actually thinking of Derek?
Oh, God, Derek. What if he noticed? And then Stiles remembers he's a werewolf. Can he actually smell arousal?
Apparently so, because next thing he knows, Derek is grinning like mad. And then, he's moving closer. And closer. And Stiles just knows he'll never hear the end of this.
He tried to think of anything he could. His Dad. His teachers. The coach. Scott. Oh, God, Scott and Allison making out. But- no matter how gross all those images were- they weren't enough.
Derek comes inches away from Stiles and lets out a deep breath. Stiles can feel the hot air all over his face and through his body. And suddenly, without any warning, he's on Derek.
Everything is touching Derek. His mouth, his hands, his legs. He doesn't even remember leaping at him, just the moment their two bodies met. And Derek- Derek Hale. Derek motherfucking Hale- is kissing him back.
Still attached, they stumble into what was once the kitchen and up the old stairs. As soon as they reach Derek's room, Stiles pauses. Even as a hormonal, constantly horny teenage boy, he realizes something is wrong here. He can't do this with Derek. He's a virgin for God's sake!
Derek notices his hesitation and grins that dazzling smile at him. Stiles feels his breath catch in his throat, but he still can't bring himself to go any further. Then, Derek's eyes flash blue for a moment and his grin turns downright…wolfish.
And somehow, apparently that turns Stiles on. Because next thing he knows, he is letting Derek take off his shirt and push him up against a wall. Bestiality was never his thing- and he hopes to God that that won't change any time soon- but it looks pretty damn hot on Derek.
His jeans clad hips thrust upwards towards Derek and he immediately turns red. He doesn't know how to do this at all. But as Derek rubs up against Stiles, he finds himself moaning at the friction.
Derek literally tears off his own jeans and then looks at Stiles expectantly. Seeing the confused look, he tugs off the teen's jeans as Stiles stiffens.
Derek takes Stiles' head in his hands and leans so close that Stiles can feel every little breath on his skin. "Don't worry," the man says softly. "Just relax. I won't hurt you."
And just like that, Stiles is fine and soon finding his groove. He finds that the feeling of Derek's nails running up his sides feels good. That just the slightest touch makes him moan. That he wants to explode at the feeling of Derek scraping his teeth against his heated skin. Which he is doing a lot.
"God, Derek, what, do you have a biting fetish?" Stiles scoffs, coming up for air. Derek just growls- which is somehow sexy, again with the wolf thing apparently being hot now- and smashes his lips against the boy's.
Soon, Stiles' boxers are off- Derek apparently goes commando- and Derek has a jar of something sticky out.
"Is that…lube? Why do you even have that?" Stiles makes a face, but then remembers the activity that they are participating in. Had Derek expected this?
Derek just rolls his eyes and coats his fingers in it. He looks straight into Stiles' eyes, silently asking if what he's about to do is okay. Stiles freezes for a moment but then remembers his previous words. I won't hurt you. So, he nods.
Stiles feels one finger breach him and clenches, but it isn't as bad as he thought it would be. Then, Derek slowly adds another one, scissoring them gently until he hits something that makes Stiles spasm with pain and pleasure. What was that again? His prostate? God, he should've paid more attention in health class.
Once Stiles is adjusted, Derek removes his fingers and Stiles whimpers quietly. Derek grins but pulls him for one more kiss before lubing up his member.
"Are you ready?" He asks quietly and Stiles nods eagerly. He doesn't even care about the pain right now, he just needs release.
Derek wraps the younger boy's legs around him and enters him slowly, feeling the teen wince. He pauses for Stiles to adjust and then pushes himself more in. Once he is as far as he can go, he can't take it anymore. Stiles feels so tight and perfect around him, he almost comes on the spot like a teenage boy.
He pulls himself out and then thrusts back in quickly. He hears a moan from Stiles, pain and pleasure mixing together. But he can't even think about how Stiles feels at the moment. He just needs to finish and then he can worry about the boy.
Stiles is starting to get used to the feeling of Derek pounding in and out of him when he feels it get faster and faster. He knows that means Derek is getting close and he can feel himself ready to explode, too. Suddenly, he hears a loud moan accompanied by a "Fuck, Stiles!" Stiles feels himself tighten and Derek's sounds are enough to set him off.
Stiles has had orgasms before- all caused by himself late at night or in the shower- but nothing compares to this. He sees stars as Derek breathes heavily on his neck and he tries to recover/
He feels exhausted by that and is ready to take a nap but Derek apparently has different plans. He feels bad about not thinking about Stiles and pulls his spent dick out of him. He then gets down on his knees in front of the boy and licks his lips, alerting Stiles as to what he is about to do.
Stiles freezes, not knowing if he has another orgasm in him- really Derek, on his first night- but he is up for trying. Especially if it is anything like what he just experienced.
Derek runs his tongue slowly along Stiles' cock, appreciating the shudders running through him. He tastes precum as he takes the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Stiles takes in a ragged breath, not ready for the unexpected sensation. It feels good, sure, but he can also feel his arousal already growing and being the little horny teen he is, he just wants release.
Derek slowly takes the entire length in his mouth and he can feel it twitch. Derek takes in a deep breath, getting ready to deepthroat him and Stiles can feel it and he lets out another shuddery breath.
He can feel Derek's teeth graze his sensitive skin and he gapes. No wonder everyone loves sex so much. This is better than curly fries.
"Shit," he curses quietly and he feels Derek grin around him.
Unfortunately, he can't take it too much longer and he soon feels himself about to explode. He tugs on Derek's hair to warn him and he feels the man nod. He starts fucking Derek's face, not being able to hold it in and by the third thrust, he cums all over Derek.
Derek swallows most of it and the rest he wipes off with a tissue. The two men stare at each other for a second, before Stiles collapses in his arms.
"I am so fucking tired. Do you have a bed?" He asks sleepily and hears Derek chuckle.
"It is literally right behind us," he says, leading Stiles over to it and placing him there. He crawls in with him and pulls the younger man close to him.
"Derek?" He hears Stiles' ask and he sighs. He knows what the question will be. Something along the lines of 'what does this make us' or 'are we together now' or some shit.
"Yes?" He answers, trying not to let his tiredness and slight annoyance show.
"Did you plan this?" He hears Stiles ask unexpectantly and he actually laughs. Half out of relief, half out of amusement.
"Maybe," he answers and rubs the boy's head. "Now, go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning." He feels Stiles let out a sigh of contentment and he smiles. Maybe this would work out.
xXx
Scott is walking up to the Hale house when he hears a moan. Oh, God, is that Stiles? He quickly races to the steps, letting his wolf come out. Why is Stiles moaning of pain? What is going on?
But, he doesn't smell blood. Actually, is that…? Oh, no. Oh, God, please no. He hears another moan, this time distinctly Derek's a loud "Fuck, Stiles!" and he whimpers and backs away slowly.
He'll never be able to look either of them in the eye again.
AN: I know, I know, two author's notes in one chapter. *Gasp*. I'm sure you'll find a way to live with it.
So, this is the first smut I've ever written, ever. Hopefully, it's good and believable. If you think I should continue this, leave a review. (Though, I'll probably continue anyway. Sterek is just too much fun.) Or just leave a review for any reason, 'cause I love seeing them! Thank you and goodbye.3