My Sterek Archive
A collection of my favorite sterek fics from a decades worth of works. Based entirely on my opinion and tastes, does include explicit content so read tags
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Derek was going to kill Stiles, he really was.
The kid was a high school student who’d wanted a job that fit around his schedule, and Derek had needed a new open baker from the hours of four to seven am. It had seemed like a good fit in the beginning.
Until a week ago, anyway. Because that was when Stiles had transitioned from listening to music in the kitchen, to gay audio erotica. And Derek couldn’t even fucking call him out on it because he was using a single earbud to indulge his literary fantasies. Nobody with regular human hearing would have a single clue what the kid was up to, so Derek had to pretend he didn’t either. It was hell.
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To think of it, anyone could walk in and take him. Anyone. And Stiles would let them. He would take their hand and go to god knows where with just a nod. The things they could have done to this creature… Who knew how many hands he would have passed before breaking apart?
It was a blessing, really, that Derek got to him first.
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"I'm a virgin," Stiles says because he has to. It must be known.
Derek lifts himself up, braced on his forearms in a sort of plank, so he can look down at Stiles. His face is still human and his eyes are the colour of pond-water. Stiles collects these details for later. When this is over, he can figure out the spell's intent. For now, all he knows is that the more they touch, the more human Derek remains.
"I know," Derek says, and it's not soft or kind. Just matter-of-fact. "I… I can't let you go."
"I know," Stiles echoes. "Um. Can you be…" he trails off when Derek looks away, eyes filled with shame. His first time won't be with someone he loves or gentle. Okay.
"I'm sorry," Derek says, still looking away. "The instinct is too strong. To chase you down, to bite." His hips grind down, punctuating his words. "If I don't - if we don't do this, then I'll - "
Fuck or die. Those are Stiles' options. Well then. What's that video game motto? Hesitation is defeat.
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"'Cmon Derek, just the tip."
Derek's fingers slide almost all the way out—drawing a moan of protest from Stiles' trembling form—before sinking all the way back in.
"Please," Stiles' back arched, fingernails digging into his thighs where he's holding himself open.
"You're not ready for that yet." Derek murmurs, watching the way Stiles' pink puffy rim stretched around his fingers, the way it sucks him in.
"Bullshit," Stiles snapped, head tossing back against the pillow. "You've got four fingers up my ass."
"Just the tip," he continues, babbling, really. Perfect thighs shaking as Derek's fingers push deeper, curling against the boys prostate. "Just the tip—fuck,"
Stiles is very sensitive, as all virgins are their first time. They've been practicing this, Stiles is determined he wants to take all 10.5 inches of Derek's cock.
So Derek has been training him, showed him how to flush himself out, been stretching him open until he's gaping, hole red and puffy from abuse.
"Derek, you promised." Stiles' thighs are really shaking now, his body flushed and perspirating. He looks beautiful.
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Stiles bends down and sets to work on Derek’s shoe laces, trying not to feel his stomach flip when Derek puts a hand on Stiles' shoulder to balance himself when Stiles wraps a hand around his ankle to lift it and pull off the shoe. After a pause, he decides to take Derek’s sock off too, because he hates sleeping in socks himself.