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So, university was both everything and nothing that the movies had shown. On one side, yeah sure there were dorms that meant he had to share his room with another student, which was fine. Quentin was a chill bunkmate; a little bit introverted and preferred to stick to studies rather than go out at all hours of the night and party. If anything, poor Quentin had to deal with his bullshit at all hours. Compared to his roommate, Stiles’ side of the room was chaotic but he knew where everything was, even if it didn’t look like it from the amount of times he would lift up scraps of paper and go digging through the foliage of dirty clothes over the floor. Also, he had a tendency to leave the dorm at all hours – but not to party! – he would go to the library with an abundance of texts at his disposal. The addition of the college library meant he could study all night if he so wished and he wouldn’t be the only one there. Students would often be sat around with empty cups of coffee next to them, head stuck in books or over their laptops typing away hurriedly. Thankfully the two of them decided on keeping each other’s phone number so when Stiles forgot his key – again – he could just let his buddy Q know to not lock the dorm room up. Also, poor Quentin had to deal with almost every weekend of Stiles booting him out whenever Derek came around the university.
The dorms weren’t like the movies though, they were smaller and didn’t have the bright and welcoming airy rooms he saw on the screen. For one, the hallway was small and while some of the students were open to talk or laugh and joked around, most of them were just trying to get from one place to another. The rooms themselves were a simple twelve-by-twelve feet. Not really enough room to go crazy in. The college was kind enough to have beds and desks already installed, but it meant that Stiles had just enough room to put a chest of drawers in, along with a small bookcase. Also, mini fridge, because fuck yeah he wanted to keep all of his leftovers. His room was split down the middle and mirrored so each student had their own space to study and rest.
What was pretty weird for Stiles to get over, was how chill the lecturers were. Their attitude being that these students paid for their education. If they wanted to spend that time going out and getting drunk or high and wasting their experience, and not coming to class, they weren’t going to pull them up on it. Your education is your own. They’re not going to force you to come to class every day like high school. They weren’t going to tardy Stiles if he decided that taking a week off college to catch up on sleep. Studying, going to class, getting his assignments in on time, that was now Stiles’ responsibility, and it was awesome. All he had to do was give notice and flick his lecturers an apology before going online and seeing the classes online, since they would record the sessions. Of course, he wasn’t going to do that; he wanted to feel the whole experience of going to college, or else he would have just stayed in Beacon Hills with his dad, friends, and mate, and done everything online.
One thing that was correct when it came to movies was how the first week or so of his college days meant the courtyards were packed with stalls, groups advocating and encouraging newcomers to join their clubs. It was a big overwhelming and Stiles decided making a lap to see the good wasn’t such a bad idea, but in the end he went back to his room with a few colors pieces of paper advertising. Further on when he got into the swing of his classes; finding out that one of them was in a room twenty minutes from his dorm was rad, but then had to run to the other side of the goddamn university for his next lesson. No wonder he kept seeing people with scooters or bikes. Maybe he should invest in a better mode of transport, it wasn’t like he could drive Roscoe from one side of the campus to the other. Still, the couple courtyards had people on blankets listening to music and studying in the sun with their friends. That part of tv was correct too, and the parties. Oh man, the parties.
So, Stiles promised his dad before he left Beacon Hills, that he wasn’t going to waste his time getting boozed up. He was going to focus on his studies and sometimes take down time to relax, without going on a bender. At the same time, Stiles promised Derek that whenever there was a party, he wasn’t going to let anyone else touch him. He was Derek’s mate, he didn’t want to have some random person rubbing up all on him when he knew that he had Derek Hale to come back to. No one could even compare on the hotness level.
So yeah, even though sometimes it was stressful already after just being in college for a couple of months, Stiles was able to create a routine. Make sure he didn’t stay up late so he didn’t sleep in and miss class. Unless there was an assignment, in which he felt it was justifiable to miss class to hand in an assignment if he was staying up all night to finish it. Anyway. So sometimes he went to a party or two, started making friends, started enjoying his experience and creating memories.
It wasn’t Beacon Hills, but Hamilton University was pretty damn great.
Especially when the weekends came around and Derek drove up, parking next to Stiles’ jeep and place a visitor stick on his camaro. Stiles kind of got all boastful at the looks that his boyfriend got. Girls would watch him go and slap their friends to join in on the ogling, hell, even guys would check out his ass or turn their noses up in jealousy. Stiles would often meet Derek in the parking lot, especially during the first couple of times that his mate came up to see him. He would jump into the wolf’s arms and wrap his legs around Derek’s waist, kissing him and not caring who was watching – which, let’s be honest here, a fairy few people were – putting all of his affection into the kiss. It was hard being away from Derek for the week, but they made it work.
The first time Stiles gave a tour of the premises, he was holding Derek’s hand the whole time. He didn’t want to let go. Additionally, a small part of him thought that his boyfriend wouldn’t approve of something and leave, or say it was too hard seeing Stiles having a life away from him that he wanted a break to give them some space to come to terms with this change in their relationship. But, as always, Stiles was pleasantly surprised with Derek. He took to being toured with glee, wanting to know everything about his lecturers, his classes, his favorite spot in the library – a pleasant little nook with a lamp and a desk with an outlet right next to it so he could charge his devices while studying – and the best place to go on campus to get coffee.
Derek was invested in Stiles’ life while he was away from his hometown. It was pretty rad, along with the sudden boost in his confidence whenever someone saw them together. Like, hell yeah, he’s dating a sexy older man with a heart of gold, read ‘em and weep. His dorm had gotten to know Derek reasonably well, when Stiles didn’t meet with him at the parking lot, the wolf found his way to the dorms and were directed. Everyone wanted to be able to talk to Derek at least once, he was kind of a thrill for students to be in contact with. It was a little crazy to think that Stiles was getting more street cred here simply because he was tapping that fine ass. Quentin was as chill as ever when it came to having Derek in the dorm, even if it was a bit of a squeeze. He didn’t complain about it when Stiles sent him a message to not come back for a few hours. They even watched movies together on the tv that Q brought with him, seriously, his roommate was pretty great.
Having Derek on board with coming up gave Stiles ambition to finish his studies for the week on time, not wanting to be hanging over a desk trying to finish assignments while Derek’s lounging on his single bed. Or, if he was early on his studies, Stiles allowed himself the luxury of taking the time to leave to go back to Beacon Hills for the weekend. See his dad and his friends, then fuck Derek and be as loud as he could ever want to be.
There was that downside, whenever Derek came up to the university and they got down and dirty – poor Quentin, sexiled once again – was that Stiles wasn’t able to make as much noise. The walls were reasonably thin and while Stiles began to find out more about his kinks, learning that he got pretty damn wet thinking about fucking around near people. He liked it when he wouldn’t get caught. Maybe in the future he could get the confidence to try something new but right now, he still didn’t want to have people hearing him talk dirty to his boyfriend through the wall.
Also, the bed. Holy fuck was it a problem trying to get down and dirty on a single bed.
“Uh huh, right there, fuck, Derek.” Stiles whispered out, hand in Derek’s hair as the wolf feasted on his pussy.
The single bed had become a problem for their sex life whenever Derek came up. One foot would always be on the floor while pillows were often used to either quieten Stiles’ moans or used as a head rest so neither of them would hit their head on the wall. Both of them were reasonably tall, Stiles’ gangly limbs flying around wasn’t really helping the matter either. Whenever they fucked, they had to get a little creative, or they could stay with plain old missionary, but that was kind of boring after a while. At least when it came to eating Stiles out, Derek didn’t need to be on the bed. Knelt down next to the mattress while Stiles’ legs hung over the wolf’s shoulders.
Stiles had flicked a message to poor Quentin to not come back to the dorm until like, nine at night. He didn’t want to be horrible, but still, a guy had a serious itch that needed to be scratched, or fucked, either or.
So, they had another few hours before they would be disturbed, plenty of time to get his cervix bruised by Derek’s thick cock. He’d already came twice; the second they shut the door, Derek had yanked Stiles’ trousers down and ate him out right against the door. The teenager had to cover his mouth to stifle his groans as the wolf slurped and lapped at his pussy like a man dying of thirst. He ground down on Derek’s face, neither of them caring that Stiles forgot to trim for the week, Derek’s nose nuzzling into the darker hair of Stiles’ mound. Apparently, Derek mentioned one time that the more Stiles grew his pubes out, the more it held his musk, but Stiles flailed with embarrassment about being musky. He much preferred to be trimmed and clean than out of control down there. Derek didn’t complain either way.
In fact, he proceeded to show Stiles just how much he didn’t care, by moving them over to the bed and flinging the teenager’s legs over his hips, Derek’s flicking his jeans open and pulling his cock out, hard and aching. He made sure to cover Stiles’ mouth with his hand, burying his face in his mate’s neck and breathing in his scent while pumping his cock deep inside Stiles. He didn’t stop, pace never slowing down until Derek’s trousers were coated in slick and he emptied his balls deep inside his boy. Derek pulled back, before sliding off the bed and maneuvering Stiles’ body to their current position; licking his cum out of Stiles’ well fucked hole. “Jesus, fuck, suck it, suck my clit, fuck…!”
Even with his hands doing a poor job of smothering his mouth, Stiles was unable to contain how fucking awesome it was to have Derek around. He wishes he could just stash Derek under his desk or in a closet somewhere, hide him and fuck him every day. Sit on his cock or get eaten out while studying, come back at night and cuddle up to his mate before being woken up with his wolf’s cock already inside him. “God, thinking, do you want – right there, there...! That, you want to fuck me in my sleep sometime? Ah, fuck, like, wake me up on your cock?”
Derek pulled back with a lick of his lips, kneeling up to pepper a few kisses along Stiles’ inner thighs while his hand got to work. Thumb sliding through Stiles’ wet folds and circling over his clit to leave his boy gasping and arching his hips. He also made sure to keep his voice down, knowing his boy was self-conscious about his neighbors overhearing. It wreaked havoc on his supernatural senses; being able to hearing what other students were doing in their own rooms, though none of them from what he could tell even knew that he was taking Stiles apart. Small mercies. “You’re dead to the world when you sleep, baby. I could fuck and cum in you at least twice before you woke up.”
“Yeah, that’s hot, yes –.”
“Maybe I could knot you, bet that would wake you up, hm?” Derek grinned and nipped Stiles’ calve, fingers slotting inside his hole with practiced ease and stirring him up inside. Stretched open and aching while Derek forced him to take that thick knot, his won cum lubing the way before getting too big to pull out. Stiles’ eyes rolled back at the thought, jesus christ his mate was filthy. “Get you nice and full of my cum, stuck on my knot. I’d keep making you cum, make you milk my cock again.”
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming again, don’t stop –!” Stiles whined as he tried to roll his hips down onto Derek’s fingers, watching the alpha’s eyes blazing red up at him.
“Your roommate would come in and see us all cozy in bed, but he wouldn’t know your hole was spread open on my cock, would he baby? Wouldn’t know you were being fucked silly for hours.” Stiles shuddered at the thought, being fucked and cumming while his roommate was across the room without a clue. He wanted that, whimpering as his eyes rolled back in pleasure as Derek thrust his digits at that spot deep inside that brought him to the stars. He was in bliss, clenching around the wolf’s thick fingers and covering them in his cum. “That’s it baby, so good for me.”
Derek pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean with a hum of pleasure before standing up. The hand that was inside Stiles now wrapped around the base of Derek’s cock, stroking slightly while tugging his jeans down more to drop to his thighs. He was so ready for another round, getting off on his boy being naked for him while he was pretty much mostly dressed. That sense of power, how vulnerable Stiles was to him. “On your knees baby, I wanna fuck you again. You want that?”
“Yeah, yeah get in me. Please, please I need it.” Stiles hurried to roll over. This damn bed wasn’t making it easy but it gave just enough room for him to get on his hands and knees comfortably. Stiles arched his back, shaking his ass from side to side before Derek could get his hand on it. Kneading his boy’s hip, Derek lined up and pushed inside. It was like coming home; warm and tight and all for him. Stiles let out a sigh of pleasure, before purposely clenching down around Derek’s cock. “C’mon, I’m ready, give it to me.”
Ever since he began dating Stiles, fucking him and letting his boy explore his own interests, Derek had found out a few things of his own that he wouldn’t have picked up on if the teenager didn’t feel curious about. Sure, he wasn’t as into doing the outlandish things Stiles wanted to try, but he got off on the fact that Stiles became soaked from it. Even talking about it, his boy was slick and clenching around nothing just at Derek’s dirty talk about being fucked in his sleep. Feeling how warm and relaxed he was inside made his wolf want to claim him over and over, but he knew that knotting was a big no-no in the dorm, just in case they were walked in on. It was one of Stiles’ rules; no supernatural sexy stuff in the university. The teenager smelled disappointed when he said it; it meant he didn’t get to suck Derek’s wolf cock and didn’t get a knot until they were truly alone, but it was better than people asking questions.
He gripped Stiles’ hips tightly to keep his boy still before starting a slow pace, letting out a breath and enjoying the way he could hear the subtle squelching of Stiles’ slick whenever his hip bones collided with Stiles’ ass. They’d done this a few times now throughout the weeks that they had begun to get used to how they could rearrange themselves so that they could get the most out of this damned tiny bed without bringing attention to the entire dorm. As Derek started to pick up the pace on his thrusts, he leant forward a little more, hands moving from Stiles’ hips to the center of his shoulder blades, pushing his boy’s face down into the mattress. The waft of arousal that would flare up from the position didn’t go amiss from his supernatural nose; he knew Stiles always liked it rough and dirty. That hint that he was a slut for Derek’s cock, face down and ass up while letting the alpha take what he wanted.
The other hand landed above Stiles, palm flat on the wall that Derek was able to reach with ease since the bed was so damned thin. This was a familiar position since they started doing it in the dorms; easy enough for both of them to be comfortable without being squashed or awkwardly angled. It gave Stiles a feeling of being utterly dominated by Derek. Bent over like a needy slut with his holes soaked and filled with cock, moans muffled by the pillow he was biting and unable to move from the weight of his alpha’s hand flattening his chest to the mattress. At the same time, it gave Derek an edge of power, able to force his hips down at an angle to make his boy cry out in pleasure, while his wolf howled inside. The perfect position for a bitch to be bred.
In this state, it was easy for Derek to pummel his needy boy’s cunt. Reveling in the gasps and wet slaps, while witnessing Stiles scrambling below him, finding purchase on anything he could get his hands on. The pillow he was hiding his cries into, the edge of the bed so he could attempt to rock his hips back into Derek’s cock, both hands on the wall so he wouldn’t hit his head on the wall from how hard the wolf was going. He could hear it, even through the material Stiles was biting. The begging, the pleas of more, how Stiles was craving his cum even though they’d already fucked once already. His boy was so goddamned needy, his insatiable mate. “Mm, mhmm, yeah, yeah god, fuh, fuhck me –.”
“Shh baby… Don’t want the whole dorm to hear you begging for my cock, do you?” It was mostly a jab in Stiles’ exhibitionistic nature. He didn’t care if the entire university could hear him take his boyfriend apart; he was damn proud to be together with Stiles. Derek loved that he was able to awaken kinks in Stiles, making him feel comfortable enough to not hide them. He kind of liked it too; being able to grow with his mate and learn where the line was, how far they could be pushed until both of them came. The alpha knew it wouldn’t stop Stiles’ moans, quite the opposite in fact, and he couldn’t help but grin at how Stiles’ pussy clenched around his cock. God he loved playing like this. “Oh? What’s that? You tightened baby, squeezing around my cock so good. You want them to hear you?”
“Nn, noooo…” Stiles whined, but let out another groan into the pillow as Derek laid a hard thrust deep inside. The bed frame squeaked from the impact, the noise bringing a mixture of arousal and fear through Stiles that someone else would be able to hear.
Derek wasn’t going to tell Stiles that no one else in the dorm was listening in, they were much too busy with their own lives. It would have ruined the little game, so he kept it to himself. Instead, his hand slid from Stiles’ shoulder blades, up to his hair and grabbing a handful, careful not to tug too hard as he lifted his boy’s head up from the pillow. Rumbling from how Stiles gasped and arched his back to accommodate the new position. “No? No to what, baby? You don’t want me to fuck you? You don’t want my cock? Or do you mean no, you don’t want me to stop. Which is it? Tell me.”
“No, no don’t stop –.” Stiles whimpered as he bit his lip. His face was so close to the wall, from this distance if he spoke loudly, his neighbor was most likely to hear him. His hole was fluttering around Derek’s cock, if he could just get his hand down to his clit he could cum.
“What was that? I can’t hear you baby…” Derek tugged Stiles’ hair a little harder, inhaling the scent of Stiles’ need but playing along with the game and slowing his hips down until he was barely moving. He ground down into Stiles a couple more times before slowly pulling out, not all the way but enough for Stiles’ heartbeat to pick up. “You say stop? Want me to pull out, baby?”
“No! Nuh uh! Fuck, stay, stay in me!” Stiles had to hurry and stabilize a hand on the bed to hold himself up as his arm flew back to Derek’s hairy thigh, finding purchase on his jeans shucked below his ass and gripping the material. He wanted his alpha deeper, whining pathetically and trying to tug Derek closer so he could get more of his cock, not just the tip. “Fuck me, fuck my hole! I’m gonna, I’m cumming, I’m gonna –!”
“That’s it, baby. So fucking good for me.” Derek hummed in praise as he let go of Stiles’ hair to grab the teenager’s wrist, pushing in all the way once more. Without further ado, he pounded into his boy without a pause, using Stiles’ arm to pull his body closer and stabilizing himself from the wall that he could force himself back in without worrying about losing his pace. Stiles held on for the ride, head hanging as he bit his lip and attempted – badly, he might add – to hold in his shouts of pleasure as his cervix was bashed into from this angle. He was cumming, he could feel it. His muscles tightening as he was dragged closer and closer, eyes rolling back until he closed them and let out a warbling groan as he finally let go.
There was a soft moan from behind him as he rode out his orgasm, arm shaking from holding himself up with this heavy pace. Stiles could hear Derek grunting out praises as his thrusts started coming harder, jerkier before his wrist was let go and two strong hands were on his hips, pulling him onto Derek’s cock rather than the alpha using his hips to thrust. He let out a sharp gasp as the wolf slammed in as deep as he could go, his cockhead grinding into the furthest parts of him and throbbing as Derek unloaded his cum. “Fuck, Stiles! Fuck, take that cock, baby, take it.”
“Oh fuck, so deep.” Stiles panted out, arms finally giving up and allowing his body to flop down on the bed, face falling into the pillow and cringing a little as he landed in a wet spot. He probably drooled while biting the pillow earlier, gross. Derek was slow as he pulled out, letting out a sigh as he tapped his cock against Stiles’ hole, stroking himself through the last remnants of his orgasm until not a drop of cum was left. Stiles couldn’t help but reach underneath himself and play with the mess there, shivering when his pussy clenched and a dollop of Derek’s cum leaked out. “Bred me up good, Der.”
“Don’t get me started again.” The wolf huffed with a smile before patting Stiles’ ass and reaching down to pull his jeans up once more, buttoning them and moving to sit next to Stiles on the bed. He checked the time on the teenager’s phone, noting it wouldn’t be long until that Quentin guy came back from being isolated from the dorm room. Gave them enough time for Stiles to come down from his high and clean himself up a little. He leant down to grab the clothes the teenager was wearing before Derek promptly yanked them off to get at his prize. Stiles rolled onto his side and rubbed his knees, letting out a soft laugh as he always does whenever he cums so hard he loses braincells.
They worked together to get Stiles clean enough; grabbing the towel Stiles uses to mop up his messes at the dorm, wiping the teenager’s pussy of the leakage there. Derek helping his boy into his shirt and pulling his underwear and trousers over his legs for Stiles to stand up properly and pull them on. Sorting out the bed so it didn’t look to Quentin that they spent the entire time fucking, even though his roommate would know exactly why he was exiled from the room. They snuggled together on the bed, Stiles cuddled up to Derek with his head on his chest and a leg looped over the wolf’s. Did he mention how the beds were fucking tiny? It was a miracle neither of them fell off more. At least it gave them both an excuse to be snuggled up together.
They enjoyed the bliss between them; Derek’s hand stroking through Stiles’ hair while the teenager fiddled with the buttons on Derek’s polo shirt. He didn’t smell anxious from all the noise they made, far from it, he knew they were playing. During the past few weeks they had been doing this, Derek had mentioned after a few times of Stiles shoving things in his mouth to silence himself and reeking of uncertainty, how he could hear the other rooms. He had told his boy that most of the students had music playing, or the televisions in their rooms were on. Hell, his neighbor sharing the wall with Stiles’ bed wasn’t even in their room. He knew they would be safe for Stiles to let loose, understood the lines and where to draw them. If the guy was in, Derek would have simply changed it up and shoved his hand over Stiles’ mouth, or pushed his face into the pillow.
Stiles prodded Derek in the chest. “You’re a shitty liar Hale, ‘I can’t hear you’, you’re lucky I didn’t call you out on it or ask if you were going deaf in your old age.”
Derek let out a scoff of false outrage as he pulled Stiles closer to him, squeezing him a little and smirking when Stiles squawked. He checked the time once more now they were decent for Quentin to come in without having to bleach his eyes, noticing they had just enough time for some punishment. Making sure the sheets were over them enough to cover and hide, just in case. “Old age? I’ll show you who’s old.”
And, well. When the keys jangled in the lock before poor Quentin entered, waving at the couple and slumping his backpack over onto his own bed, Stiles got his fantasy of having an orgasm without his roommate noticing after all.