THIRTY DAYS OF US
DAY 7 - Cosplaying
Pairing: fem!StilesxDerek
Rating: T (for sexual-ness)
[i dont own teen wolf :*(]
Derek groaned as he looked in the mirror at the skin-tight costume Stiles had forced him to put on. So far, he had only managed to pull on the tight gray pants and black boots, trying to avoid putting on the shirt, cape, gloves, and cowl that Stiles insisted he wear, as well. The werewolf groaned again and slunk up against his closet door, calling towards the bathroom.
"Remind me again why I have to wear this?"
"Because!" Stiles shouted back through the door, her voice muffled.
Derek rolled his eyes and shook his head before wrestling with the shirt. There was a large black bat stretching across the chest of the costume, making Derek snort. Of course Stiles would have him dress up as Batman. He had already shot down being Superman, Iron Man, and Captain America. So, Stiles had stopped asking him and just bought him a costume before locking herself in his in-suite bathroom with her own bag.
Lydia was having a big birthday blowout, as per the usual, but this year the rules of the party had changed a bit. Instead of everyone wearing formal wear, everyone had to come in costume. The pack was going together, minus Allison and Jackson, who were already at Lydia's house helping her get ready for the party. Downstairs, there was a mush pot of costumed creatures waiting to go.
Erica had squeezed herself into a slinky police woman's uniform, complete with fishnet stockings and a pair of handcuffs. It took little 'convincing' on her part to get Boyd to dress up as a black-and-white-striped inmate. Issac had decided to be funny and dressed up as a classical werewolf, with large paw-shaped gloves and a tail that hooked onto his belt. Scott was in a couple's costume that Derek had presumed matched Allison's when he saw it: a pepper shaker with a little newsboy cap to finish the look off.
With a heavy sigh, Derek pulled on the black gloves and the heavy cape that Stiles had set out for him. The werewolf had gotten into an argument with his girlfriend earlier on why he was even going to the party, as Peter was getting a free pass since he was an adult, too. Stiles had complained that she needed her boyfriend to go with her to complete her costume. When Derek inquired what said costume was, Stiles said nothing on it, only that it was not a slutty Robin costume and that it would not disappoint.
Derek sat down on the bed, cowl in hand, as he looked at the bathroom door. He heard Stiles grunted and a zipper being pulled, and a wicked smirk crossed his features. There came a knock on the bathroom door before Stiles cracked it open and shouted, "Ready?"
"Just come out, already," Derek said as he rolled his eyes again.
When Stiles walked out, the Alpha's jaw went slack and his tongue dried up.
Stiles stood back, placing her hands on her hips and crooning, "Well? Waddaya think?!"
The girl was decked-out in a skin-tight leather ensemble of black. She wore heels that were dangerously tall, adding on a good portion to her measly height, and gloves that gave her nails an immitation of being claws. A whip was tied around her hips and hung low to the ground, her hand positioned over the hilt. A long, silver zipper went down the chest of her costume, revealing a bit of cleveage to Derek's wide eyes. The outfit had a hood that Stiles had pulled on, shiney leather cat ears poking out on top of her head. Orange goggles hung around the girl's neck, and she had put on a nice, juicy red lipstick.
"Well?" Stiles spoke again with a squeal as she turned in the outfit. "I know it's all leather, so it's hard to move in and stuff, but I've been saving up for ages to get it! Erica's gonna be so jealous, I know, but I just love Catwoman, and if my boyfriend is gonna be Batman, then I need to be Catwoman, y'know?!"
Derek stood, crossing over to Stiles. She blushed under his sultry glance, looking down at his own costume. "You look nice, too. I'm glad I got that size- it hits you in all the right places," she said with a wink.
Stiles gasped as Derek's hand flew to the zipper on her costume. He pulled it up until it was around her neck, his eyes narrowing as if he could burn the metal to stay there. Stiles giggled nervously, running a hand over her fake ears. "What? Don't like it?"
"No," Derek said softly, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. He ran his hands along her hips, grabbing them tightly. "I just don't want anyone else to like it as much as I do."
Stiles squeaked.
DEREK Y U SO HOT
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