Title: Thongs and Garters
Warnings: rimming, Stiles in girls underwear
Summary: Stiles indulges Derek in his kink fr his birthday.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make no money, I don't own any characters
THONGS AND GARTERS
Even though they’ve been together for five years Stiles still blushes and gets frustrated whenever he decides to indulge Derek’s kink. In all fairness he should be doing this for the wolf more often but he always puts up a fight. He peeked his head around the corner of their bedroom door to see Derek already undressed lounging on their bed. The wolf arches an eyebrow and motions for the younger man to come inside. A Stiles hesitates briefly before fully stepping into the room. He looks up at his Alpha and lover and blushes and looks away when he sees the obvious hunger in his eyes.
“I feel ridiculous.” He mumbles.
“You say that every time, but you always put it on for me.”
“Yeah well…I love you so it’s the least I can do.” Stiles mumbled.
“Spin around so I can see.”
If Stiles’ face could get any redder it would, he felt ridiculous in the garter ensemble. He could feel Derek’s eyes boring into his ass when he sees that Stiles was in a thong. When he was facing Derek again he slowly climbed up onto the bed and straddled his lover. Derek pulls him down by the back of his head for a kiss which Stiles happily returns. When they pull apart Stiles is thrilled by Derek’s words. “I want you to ride me.” Stiles nods along in agreement and moves to take off the underwear. “Keep them on.”
“I want you to keep them on.” Stiles huffs but reaches for the lube and goes to hand it to Derek. “You do it.”
Stiles glares. “You’re being lazy.”
“It’s my birthday. I can be lazy.” Stiles clicks open the bottle of lube and covers his fingers in the slick substance. As he reaches back with both hinds he’s halted by Derek’s request/demand. “I want to watch.” Okay so Stiles was a little self-conscious, and Derek knew this. He developed a bit of a thing after seeing how ripped him, Scott, and Jackson were. He hated being exposed, literally and figuratively. It took 5 months to finally get convince him to have sex in the day time, and it took another 4 to get him to let the blind be open. It took 5 months to let him have the light on at night during sex. Hell He’s only ever watch Stiles masturbate once, and let’s not even talk about how bad he wants to rim him.
Stiles remained frozen. “Y-you want to what?”
“I want to watch you open yourself up on your fingers for my dick.”
“It’s my birthday.” Derek watched as Stiles slowly turned around in his lap and bends over. He licks his lips as one pale hand grabs the thong and pulls it aside along with one pale cheek. Derek deciding to be ‘helpful’ pulled Stiles close, chuckling at the yelp the spilled from Stiles, and pulled the pale cheeks apart. “Go ahead.” He encouraged, watching in fascination as stiles reached back and circled his hole with one slick finger before pressing in. Derek watched as that lovely pink hole greedily sucked in the lone finger. “Another.” Stiles obeyed and worked in another finger.
Stiles was so happy Derek couldn’t see his face. He hadn’t realized how much this would even turn him on as much as it was. Derek watching him work three fingers in and out of his hole made his cock throb painfully and dribble precome which soaked his panties, those stupid blue underwear and ridiculous garter and thigh highs. He squeaked and grabbed Derek’s hair and tried to pull him away.
“Don’t!” He tried to squirm away but one strong hand on his back pushing him down kept him in place pressed against the bed and his ass up in the air. “Don’t.” He moaned out. His body shuddered and jerked as Derek’s tongue ran across his pucker again. “It’s dirty.”
“You just got out of the shower.” Stiles scrambled against the bed sheets but by the time he finally got purchase on the slick bedding he couldn’t remember if he was trying to get closer or get away. Derek heard him whimper and press his as closer to his mouth.
“God why didn’t you ever do this before?” He panted heavily into the blankets.
Derek indulged for a few more minutes drowning in the sounds of his lover before pressing the of his larger fingers into Stiles’ hole to make sure he was stretched far enough before pulling stiles to sit up scotching stiles so his hole was hovering over his dick. “Sit.” Derek hissed as he watched and felt his dick sink inside his smaller lover.
Stiles slowly moved up and down the thick length. He looked over his shoulder to see Derek staring at his dick moving in and out. “So can we trade the panties for this?” Stiles asked hopefully, holding back a moan.
“Stiles, I think you’ve just created a monster.” Derek growled out before pushing Stiles onto the bed. Stiles suddenly remembered why he wore the panties, the thorough fucking through the mattress.