Sterek Ficlets

Have I Disappointed You

Stiles and Derek have been dating for a couple of months. Derek is an alpha and he thinks that Stiles is a beta. When they go to have sex for the first time Stiles is nervous. He lays on his back on the bed, his hips undulating with his boyfriend's. Derek hovers above him kissing him like a man dying for him as they grind their erections together making them shudder.

He attaches his lips to Stiles's neck sucking a dark hickey under his jawline and another behind his ear. Stiles mewls and moans, his eyes hooded as he watches Derek kiss down his body to remove his jeans leaving him in just boxers. Stiles's cheeks turn a bright pink at the look of want in Derek's eyes. Derek steps back and shucks his sweatpants before raking his eyes down Stiles's body. "So beautiful, baby."

Stiles bites his lip, the pink on his cheeks darkening. "Thank you. So'r you."

Derek grins and climbs back on the bed settling between his boyfriend's legs which Stiles gladly parts. He hooks his legs around Derek's thighs and archs up when their erections rub against each other now with only one layer of fabric separating them.

Derek leans down rolling his hips and captures his boyfriend's mouth in a deep kiss. Stiles is trying to get out of his head. As Derek nips and bites at his neck, he sucks in a breath and whines as he tries to figure out how to warn him.

Derek pauses sensing Stiles anxiety. "Baby? What's wrong?"

Stiles's eyes glisten with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Derek pulls his boyfriend close and kisses his neck gently. "Talk to me sweetheart. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

Stiles chokes back a sob. He knows Derek won't want him but it's better now than after they're mated. His voice comes out in barely a whisper. "I'm n-not wet, Alpha."

"Of course not, baby. Betas don't get wet," he says as he cards his fingers through Stiles's hair.

Stiles shakes his head. "I'm not..."

"Not what?"

"N-Not a beta."

Derek freezes, tensing slightly, causing Stiles to freeze and his heart to pound. Derek cups Stiles's cheek making sure amber eyes are locked on his. "Omega?"

Stiles nods and lets out a hiccupped sob. "Yeah. I'm s-sorry and I t-totally ruined the mood. I am such a poor excuse for an omega cause—"

"Stiles—"

"–cause I'm much more muscular but I'm too tall, too loud, too sarcastic, too abnormal. No slick. It fucking sucks. I-I had a dream where I produced slick for the first time, and you tasted it and loved it so much you kept asking for it and when I woke up there were tears on my cheeks because at least in my dreams I can be the perfect omega."

Derek huffs and rolls over to cage his boyfriend in. "First of all, never ever put yourself down. I like you just the way you are and anyone who doesn't, well they can fuck off. Second, I love rimming and so desperately want you to come from just my tongue. Stiles I don't care what your secondary gender is."

Stiles looks at Derek, and his heart flutters, seeing his boyfriend so earnest. It makes him melt and his omega side purrs. "Der? I—"

Derek holds Stiles's jaw in his hands, gently running his thumbs back and forth along Stiles's jawline. "You are perfect. Do not change yourself." He kisses the column of Stiles's neck and smiles.

Stiles melts into his boyfriend's touch. "I love you," he whispers.

The grin that breaks out on Derek's face makes Stiles feel all warm and fuzzy. "I love you too little one." He rolls to his side and envelopes Stiles in his arms. Stiles tucks his head under Derek's chin and all the tension bleeds out of his body as his boyfriend rubs small circles on his bare hip.

They'll figure out the fucking later. For now, just cuddles in the arms of the one they love the most.