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Stiles had to say, without a shadow of a doubt, that this guy was the honestly the best fuck he’d ever had. There was something about the clandestine, mysterious nature of it all; fooling around in Stiles’ dressing room deep in the bowels of the building, being on his knees in a supply closet, not even knowing each others’ last names.
It was dirty, and perfect, and Stiles just wanted more.
He and Derek had fooled around a few times, but of course, immediately after Stiles had Derek bending him over the vanity in his dressing room with his face pressed against the mirror, giving him the fuck of his life, the combination of his truly peculiar brain and mouth had to go and almost ruin it all.
Most of the time, the drag gods were kind to him. But not on this occasion.
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Written for the Sterekverse 2022 Alternate Universe Zine
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19 Mar 2025
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Holy shit. Perfect. Super hot and deeply sexy
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“You kissed me,” Stiles says.
To that, Derek says nothing. His gaze does not leave Stiles’ mouth.
“But you… you’re straight,” Stiles carries on.
And still, Derek says nothing. His fingers twitch harshly around his grip on thin air.
“You have a girlfriend,” Stiles whispers.
Derek is on his feet in an instant.
Stiles is the gay, terminally-single loser of Beacon Hills High. Derek is the straight, cheerleader-dating jock he should have been smart enough to stay away from.
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“Do not hit on our professor,” Lydia says.
“Technically,” Stiles starts to point out, “he’s just our professor’s friend.”
“Technically,” she purses her mouth primly around the retort, “he’s old enough to be your father.”
Instantly, Stiles catches his tongue between his teeth. He can feel his nose scrunching up with the utter glee of his smile.
“I know,” he breathes. “Isn’t it awesome?”
Stiles is a law student with a thing for older men. Derek is the middle-aged divorcee he wants to climb like a tree.
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18 Mar 2025
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You awake? Stiles sends.
Yeah, comes Derek’s reply within seconds. See you in 20.
Cocky fucking bastard. Stiles’ ex-boyfriend is a cocky fucking bastard. He bristles as his eyes scan the words, all too palpably smug, even in text. There is no good goddamn reason that it should have heat pooling in his stomach, his dick twitching with instant interest inside of his boxer shorts, his heart already doing stupid little somersaults at the mere thought of getting to see Derek, of getting to be near him.
Regardless. He’s still out of the apartment and huddled into the backseat of a cab within minutes.
Booty calling your ex-boyfriend might be a bad idea, but it's not like Stiles' heart can break any more than it has already, anyway.
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“I know you said things were over, but I-” Stiles coughs back a laugh, making it a sob instead. “I love you! There, I said it! I, Billy McMahon, love you, Derek Hale! I love you!”
AKA the one where Stiles has been waiting forever to do this schtick.
Bookmarked by dumb_as_eyes
22 Feb 2025
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I think I love this. Read again when youre sober