Fangirl Fantasies[sterek one-shots & short stories]

An Exchange Of Forgiveness

DISCLAIMER! MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! A D/S dynamic is depicted with examples of possessive behavior that may be disturbing to some readers. Proper consent is implied and all characters are of the age of consent to be in a kink relationship. Read at your own discretion.

This one-shot contains BDSM themes. Examples include dominant Derek, submissive Stiles, possessive kink, Sir kink, praise kink, humiliation play & a small example of impact play. None of this is meant to convey abuse and is purely fictitious.

Again, read at your own discretion. And remain respectful in the comments.

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I was never one for parties, but I was dead set on forgetting my worries, especially a certain raven-haired brood. Lydia was eager to text me details for the party if it meant getting me away from my studies to get smashed. Exams were over, but I was anxious to get ahead before the new semester. What made me stray from my typical recluse behavior on a Friday night was that my boyfriend had been completely unreachable the past week. I was over the rugged, cool-guy act.

I was so over Derek Hale.

When Lydia shoved a solo cup in my hand, filled with god knows what, I didn't think twice about throwing it back in an effort to forget how much I loved his stupidly perfect, chiseled face. Lydia cheered, raising her own cup as I grimaced once I chugged the contents of my cup that resembled gasoline.

I groaned, seething through my teeth. "What the hell was that?"

"Jungle juice, I think. It's something Scott concocted." Lydia hollered over the booming music that emitted from the large speakers huddled in the corner of the frat house common area. The strawberry-blonde plopped on the worn couch, straightening out her skirt after pushing another cup into my hand.

I regrettably took a swig from the cup, nearly gagging as I struggled to swallow it down.

"You need to get out more, Stilinski." Lydia commented teasingly, her perfectly painted lips pursed to sip at her own cocktail.

She was such a priss, but I couldn't deny she was right. I was a bit of a recluse. I never really desired the whole college experience cliche where you spend most of your college life getting wasted at frat parties and initiating freshman by making them run naked across campus. And a part of the reason is because it was never Derek's thing, either. It's a big reason why I fell in love with him—that is, until he totally went AWOL and hasn't returned my messages since Monday. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time. Last time I let it slide, since his excuse was that he needed total focus with no distractions for an important presentation he had for a class. It only became less believable after the fourth time he went radio silent on me.

This time, I decided I was over the whole mystery guy act. Exams were over, and I was free for the summer. Summer break meant no assignments, which meant I was free to party with and kiss whoever I wanted.

Soon I lost count of how many drinks I'd forced down; only when I lost my ability to walk straight did I find myself dropping on the couch to recover after a few games of beer pong.

"Shit. Sorry." I blubbered, struggling to get off the poor stranger's lap.

"No worries." The stranger replied.

My head snapped to the side, looking sheepishly at the stranger I'd nearly used as a cushion.

"Theo, right?" I queried, smacking my dry lips in an effort to steady my speech.

"Yeah." Theo grinned, his canines almost glinting from the cheap fairy lights strung above us.

"I think we had a biolab together." I wondered aloud, settling next to him and closing my eyes to will away the nausea roiling in my stomach.