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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"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.
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whatever you want (but you're gonna have to ask me) by HalfFizzbin
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
22 Sep 2012
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Stiles has a fantastic boyfriend and absolutely no sex life. He is not okay with this. (Or, the implementation of Stiles' Secret Seduction Plan™)
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“Your eyes, blue and bright / Like Mountain Frost Gatorade,” Stiles reads aloud, not bothering to contain his glee. “Now that is powerful stuff. Oh, but this next line is my favorite: Your skin, warm and soft / As an underbaked loaf of bread. Bread, Derek? Really?”
(Or, the one where Derek is a failtastic poet and Stiles is the editor who likes him anyway.)