Sterek Ficlets

Deep Throat

Stiles rushed into their apartment and hurried over to his boyfriend. "Der!" Derek turned and tilted his head taking in his mate's expression.

"Stiles? Take a breath," he instructed.

"I'm totally fine. Just..."

"Just what? What's wrong? You smell–" Derek inhaled deeply and gripped the counter at his mate's scent. When he spoke, his voice was lower and strained. "...really good."

"Awe. Thank you Der. Alright. Couch now and pants off," he wildly gestured to the couch before hurriedly removing his own shirt.

Derek's eyes widened and he huffed. "Oh gee. Thank you for asking so nicely," he snarked.

"Pleeeeeeeease Der," Stiles whined and then grinned when Derek headed to the couch and took his pants off.

"There. Now wha–" he started but choked on air watching Stiles drop to his knees.

Stiles looked up at Derek with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Watch this. I can take all of you," he purred.

Derek smiled fondly. "I'm sure you can...one day. Don't rush it. If you wanted to practice all you had to do wa-oh fuck!" Stiles swallowed him down until his nose pressed against him. Derek growled and gently but firmly tugged Stiles's hair until Stiles pulled his mouth off with an obscene pop.

He grinned licking his lips and looked at Derek proudly only to meet a scowl. "What's wrong? I-I thought–" Stiles started but Derek cut him off.

"Stiles? You go from barely being able to take half of me to all of me just like that."

Stiles nodded. "Yes? Why are you mad?"

Derek just frowned more.

Stiles looked down, his voice soft. "I-I thought you'd be proud of me," he whispered.

Derek pushed Stiles away and pulled his pants up ignoring the fact he was still fully hard. It felt like he died and saw God with how good it felt but how in the hell did Stiles do it?

Derek was about to ask when he noticed Stiles making fists then opening them. "What are you doing?"

Stiles said nothing and kept making fists.

Derek sat back down with a sigh. "I'm sorry for all of that."

"All of what Derek? Hmm? Glaring at me? Pushing me?" Stiles snapped still not looking at his boyfriend.

Derek gulped but breathed out. "All of it. I assumed something and it was a dick thing to do. I am sorry Stiles."

Stiles sighed. "You know assuming makes an ass out of you and me?" he inquired.

Derek huffed a laugh and nodded. "Yeah I know and I'm sorry."

Stiles deflated. "I-It's alright. I still love your ass no matter what," he whispered sincerely.

Derek put his hand on Stiles's cheek and smiled. "I really am curious how you did it honey. Please tell me what this big, beautiful brain of yours learned."

Stiles leaned into his touch with a purr sound, his voice still very soft. "If you put your left thumb in and make a fist it gets rid of your gag reflex."

Derek's eyes widened and he looked at Stiles a bit skeptical. "Oh?"

Stiles nuzzled his cheek against Derek's hand. "Yes. I wanted to surprise you but I should've just explained and then showed you."

Derek quirked an eyebrow. "Well now that you've explained..." Derek shucked his pants completely. "...show me?"

Stiles didn't need to be told twice. Immediately swallowing Derek down completely once again and if they did that multiple times that night resulting in a blissed out Derek, a very smug Stiles and a love drunk Sterek...that was their business.