A couple months pass, and Stiles has winter break to spend with Derek, which he is very thankful for. He's really warmed up now, he smiles at the little things, actually laughs on a regular basis. He's even introduced Derek to Scott and Allison. Stiles didn't initially tell Scott he was dating Derek, but when Derek started making out with him in the movies, it was pretty obvious. Scott was shocked at first, but only because he didn't expect it. He was happy for Stiles, and Stiles was glad he didn't lose his best friend.
He pushed Derek to get a phone, and he finally did. But he only had 3 contacts; Stiles, Scott, and Allison. He only ever texted Stiles anyway, but Stiles made him put them in too.
Stiles continues to buzz his hair, even though it's getting colder. He likes it best that way. Derek tells him he should at least wear a beanie, but Stiles says no, much to his annoyance.
Stiles also makes it a few chapters into the grimoire, he can now transmute one object into another, such as sand to glass, water to ethanol, paper to wood, etc. He was becoming quite the alchemist, even using it at school. Sharpening his pencils with it, heating his food at lunch when it's too cold. He was even so daring as to seal the bathroom door on Jackson, which had him roaring with laughter.
Derek still didn't know about Stiles and his alchemical abilities. Stiles wasn't hiding it from him, he just had no reason to show him.
Stiles came to a point in the book about deconstructive alchemy. Literally blowing an object to pieces. He's intrigued and decides to test it out.
He goes into the forest, picks a tree at random, and draws the circle depicted in the book onto some paper. He isn't sure how he's going to get it to work, since he can't touch the circle and the tree with it at the same time.
After a bit of experimentation, he draws it onto his hand, and places his hand onto the tree. He breathes in a few times, imagining the result of the transmutation. And then he calls the energy and it flows through the array, and flows into the tree, and suddenly the middle of the tree just exploded outward, spreading like a shotgun, the tree above falls down next to Stiles, and then topples over.
It made a loud poof noise when he used the deconstructive alchemy, as if air suddenly pushed everything out of its way. And the tree that fell made an even louder thump.
Derek heard the noise, and came running out, he sees Stiles and runs over, but Stiles says, "Fuck yeah..."
Derek is confused now, and so he waits behind a tree, watching him silently. Stiles walks up to another tree, places his hand to it, and a second later the middle of the tree was flying outward in thousands of pieces, and the upper part of the tree fell next to him, but before it could fall over, he blew that apart as well, leaving almost no tree behind, and then he does the same to the stump, leaving the tree in pieces.
"Stiles..."
He turns around to face Derek, and he loses his smile, but then it comes back just as quick, and bigger.
"You saw that?! Isn't it killer?"
"Uhh.. yeah..." Derek returns.
Derek didn't quite understand at first, and was a bit scared. Actually scared. But Stiles explained everything to him as best he could, the process of alchemy, and its many uses. At the end of the conversation, Derek was asking him to use his alchemical skill for all kinds of things. He had him change the paint in the living room a few shades darker, and then back again. He had him turn sugar into salt, and vice versa. And much to his delight, asked him to turn grass into bread, which he found amusing.
Stiles was glad that Derek knew now, and was interested in it. Another thing that brought them together.
Stiles was in their bedroom one night picking up some of the jars of boxes from the chest, which he had Derek move in front of their bed. He was trying to make vegetables and fruits as the book instructed. He grabbed some potassium, he was in the mood for some bananas. He turned around to see Derek naked, walking from the bathroom into the bedroom.
Stiles nearly drops everything, and he turns around, red faced.
Derek chuckles, "We've been dating and living together for months, don't you think we can see each other naked?" he walks up behind Stiles, and kisses his neck, "Or more?"
Stiles shivers against the touch, he's trying to desperately hold onto the jars and boxes. Derek slides a hand around to his stomach, under his shirt. He runs his fingers along the top of Stiles' waistband, and he shivers much more violently than before.
"Fuck, Derek. That feels so good."
"Hmm..." Derek hums into his neck, kissing it still, tracing his fingers back across, and this time Stiles can't help himself. He drops all of the jars and boxes and whips around to kiss Derek. Some of the jars break, but he doesn't care. He'll fix them later.
Stiles shoves Derek onto the bed- not the easiest task- and jumps onto him, straddling him.
"We've waited way too long to do this. I hoped you'd make the first move ages ago, but now is good too," Stiles said before kissing his bare chest.
"I just wanted to be sure- ugh- that you were ready," Derek replies.
"Well... now you know..."
Stiles kicks his shoes off as he kisses Derek, he doesn't care where; his shoulders, chest, arms. As long as he's just kissing him.
Derek helps Stiles undress, kissing whenever they can, not stopping until they're both naked and he's on top.
"You're sure you're ready? I'm not the lightest fuck you know."
"I was born ready."
Derek rolls his eyes at Stiles' ridiculous remark, but he doesn't break his flow, he just leans down and kisses Stiles' neck once more, though more roughly than before, sucking at the delicate skin.
Stiles wraps his arms around Derek, pulling him closer, which entices Derek to suck harder, much to Stiles' delight. Derek's hand roams Stiles' body, ending under his knee, where he pulls it up next to his hip. Stiles moans lightly, getting excited, in all the right places. Derek too apparently, he can feel his cock rubbing against his own, and he can't get enough of it.
Stiles pulls Derek down; his ear at his mouth, "I've been thinking about this for a while... I want you to fuck me so much it hurts. I want you to leave me sore. I want to be fucking screaming."
Derek is dripping pre-cum after hearing that, it falls onto Stiles' stomach. Derek suddenly latches onto Stiles' neck again, but this time bites him, Stiles throws his head back, in complete bliss.
"Fuck yes, oh god Derek, I just want your dick now. Give it to me already," Stiles begs.
Derek has dripped a small puddle onto Stiles, and decides to not let it go to waste. He scoops it up with his hand and rubs his dick with it, and rubs the excess on Stiles' hole, sticking a finger in to coat his insides as well. He feels Stiles close around him, and it takes all of his will power not to just shove himself in.
He fingers Stiles more, about to stick in a second finger, when Stiles interrupts with, "Derek just stick it in already, I don't need this much pampering when I want you to fuck my brains out."
He takes that as his cue, taking his finger out and placing his head against Stiles' soft pink flesh. He pauses for a moment, and then pushes forward, popping his head in, and Stiles already is sucking in sharp breaths. Derek stops, but then he says, "Don't stop, keep going."
And so Derek continues, pushing himself all the way in in merely 30 seconds. A record for him. He's genuinely surprised, considering he's quite large, Stiles wasn't complaining though, and neither was he.
Stiles had his nails on Derek's back, stabbing into him. Derek liked it though. It seems he's also a bit masochistic.
Derek starts off at a slow pace, Stiles squeezing on him more and more with each thrust, and it was rather difficult not to lose control. Eventually Stiles wasn't squeezing against him so hard, and his nails weren't digging as deep, so he went faster, deeper, and harder, until Stiles was drawing blood with his marks, and squeezing on him so tight he could barely stand it.
"Uhh... fuck... Derek..."Stiles says in between each thrust, "God... this... feels... so... fuck-ing... gooood."
Derek can't contain himself, he lurches down and bites Stiles neck again, harder than before; breaking the skin.
"Ahh!" Stiles cries out in ecstasy, curling his toes and arching his back before falling back onto the bed.
Derek pulls out and yanks Stiles closer to him, putting his legs on his shoulders, and sticking himself back in, pumping his hips again. He tilts his head to the side, and latches onto Stiles' leg, biting, sucking, and licking it.
Stiles is already getting close, he can't help it. His sexual fantasies are being executed down the the last detail. Derek can tell, and he angles Stiles up so he hits him right in the sweet spot with every thrust.
He's cumming in seconds, "Oh fuck yeah!" it's all over his stomach, some of it even landing into his open mouth.
Derek slides himself out and gets off the bed, but Stiles grabs his hand and practically begs, "Let me suck your dick."
Derek wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. Stiles got off the bed and knelt in front of Derek, his erection staring him in the face. Stiles basically knew what to do, but he knew he would suck. He laughed under his breath at his poor choice of words.
He doesn't know how to start, so he just takes the cock into his mouth, and he can barely get it in his mouth. He knows it's good if you take it down your throat, so he tries that right away. He finds out that he doesn't have a gag reflex, and Derek loves it. He throws his head back, moaning.
"Damn Stiles, I didn't expect you to be this good."
Stiles seems to say something in thanks, but it's inaudible. It just turns Derek on more, the vibrations on him, the fact that Stiles is putting his need to breathe aside to please him. He's so close to cumming he can barely stand it.
Stiles pull off to take a breath, but then he goes down once more, all the way down to the base. Derek loses it, he grabs the back of Stiles head and pushes him down as deep as possible, cumming down his throat.
After emptying himself into Stiles, he says, "Well... That was great."
Stiles swallows the cum that didn't make it all the way down and said, "Great? It was fucking amazing dude."
"Dude? What, are you going to high five me next?" Derek teases.
Stiles makes a faces and stands up to walk away, but he's sore and nearly falls over, but Derek catches him. And after a second, Derek realizes why he stumbled, and he laughs.
"Oh my god, you can't walk because I literally fucked away your lower body strength." Derek laughs loud enough that their nonexistent neighbors are about to come over and complain about the noise.
Stiles grabs his boxers from the floor and climbs into bed- literally- and slides them on as he pulls the covers over himself.
Derek grabs some from his drawer and joins Stiles in the bed. He reaches for Stiles, but he turns away, pretending to be angry.
"I'm sorry Stiles, I didn't meant to make you mad."
He turns around to face Derek, "You didn't, I just like to hear you apologize," he smiles after.
"You bitch."
Stiles makes a face of mock astonishment. The both laugh and Stiles turns around again, but this time he scoots back against Derek, spooning him. But Stiles notices that Derek isn't wearing underwear.
"Put your underwear on!"
Derek laughs loudly once more.
Author notes
This was my first time writing smut, I know it was probably just awful. Really sorry about it ;_;
Also sorry it was so short and it took so long. I'm not very good at writing smut, so it took me a long time to write it and be satisfied. Once again, sorry about that.
Hopefully next chapter will make up for this one. I've been having so many ideas lately, and I finally get to use them in the next chapter.
By the way, it's always nice if you leave a review, even if it's short, it's nice to know people appreciate my writing :D
Also, reviews help me know what you people want to read, so if, for example, you think this chapter is shit, then I will work on it and focus on what you do like.
That's all for now I guess ._.