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You should have knocked

You Should Have Knocked

So everyone has had this moment in their life, the one where they were so impatient or absentminded, they went flinging a door open when they really shouldn't have. Sometimes it's not your fault, how could you know your housemate and his girlfriend were having sex on the kitchen table!? Other times someone was in the bathroom and failed to close the door the whole way, again not your fault. Sometimes they put up several signs saying "Please don't enter, I'm very naked right now" and you just ignore them because who would have that many signs for that?

Anyway, that's this meme. You've just walked in on something you shouldn't have seen, and onto the rules and set-up.

Rules
A. Post with the standard Character/Fandom/Preferences set-up as is standard with memes nowadays. You are the one walking in on someone.
B. Someone responds by rolling 1-12 on the RNG and sets-up what the entry poster walks in on. You can also set-up a scene not on the list below, or cut the RNG short based on what you don't want to do.
C. Items 1-7 are easily G-rated unless you go out of your way to make them rated higher. 8-10 are more R-rated, but there is wiggle room for playing the crack and awkward up instead of making it smutty. 11 and 12 are kinda hard not to have a little bit smutty given the settings.
D. Tag around, have fun with it! The embarrassment will pass... in theory.

Prompts:

01. Talking to Yourself - Sometimes to work through a problem, you just have to talk it out. Or, in other instances, you need practice before you say something to someone. Whatever the case, you were in the middle of talking something out to yourself that you probably didn't want heard by the person who walked in on you. Oops.

02. Wearing an Embarrassing Outfit - Everyone has some bit of clothing they love but would be really awkward to be found in, ask J. Edgar Hoover! Be it drag, or cosplay, that hat your mother knit for you with her own two hands. The ugly sweater your girlfriend gave you, or a uniform for the Next Generation era Star Trek... your secret's out now.

03. Rocking Out - Everyone loves music, but sometimes you love music others won't understand. Or, you like music they'd understand, but your dancing leaves something to be desired. Or your dancing is fine if you would just stop air guitaring windmills on the bed. Whatever the case is, you've been spotted now.

04. Watching Something - Much like an embarrassing outfit, or awkward dancing, there's your guilty pleasure. Maybe you just have a love for action films, or you've gotten hooked on a soap opera, maybe you'll just watch any film with Nick Cage in it. Whatever it is, you're about to be judged by the entertainment you love. If you don't want to put a show here, you can replace it with reading a book, comic book, or any other bit of of non-music entertainment.

05. In the Middle of Something - Some people collect stamps, others little ceramic figurines, you might have a complete collection of beanie babies. Whatever your hobby, you keep it well out of sight of your friends because they just won't understand it. Better come up with a good explanation now.

06. It was Supposed to be a Surprise - You had something you were going to give your friend as soon as it was ready. Birthday gift, Christmas, anniversary? Maybe no reason at all, the point is you're working on it away from them and SURPRISE, there they are! Better hide the evidence now or come clean and explain what's going on.

07. On the Phone - Ever had an awkward phone call overheard from only your side. Well, it gets complicated sometimes when that happens. Could be a doctor, a parent, a college friend, whatever it is the topic sounds very awkward from only your side of the street. Cue 'that isn't what it sounds like' when you find your eavesdropper. Bonus points if you want something a little less G-rated, make it phone sex heard from only your side.

08. In a Racy Outfit - This isn't exactly an outfit embarrassing on its own, just they might not be the person you want to see you in a leopard print G-string. Or you're trying on the skimpiest of lingerie and inspecting yourself in the mirror. Whatever your pleasure, it's about to be shared with an audience. If you want to take things in a different direction, try setting the scene asleep in said outfit.

09. In no Outfit at All - The next door neighbor to the previous option, sometimes less is more. In this case, less clothing is more awkward. Maybe you're looking yourself over for new battle scars, you might be trying new sexy poses for the person you like, maybe you're getting in or out of the shower/bath. Or, like above, you could just like sleeping au natural. Either way, you're giving somebody an eyeful today.

10. Watching Something Else - Be it a raunchy sexcapade, something attempting to have a plot, an art film, or a home movie from that trip to Cancun. Some people like to watch smut. Of course, some people should lock their door when they do such things. Whatever your taste in brown paper bag theater, you're about to share it with the class. If you don't feel like going that way, you can be caught with a skin mag or some trashy smut novel instead.

11. In the Middle of Something Completely Different - Masturbation, its that thing everyone does but nobody talks about. You also definitely don't walk in on someone doing it. Well, too bad, you just did.

12. Was left Hanging - So you've just walked in on someone who was having some sort of kinky bondage episode... but their partner has left them there, all tied up and on the bed. Whatever will you do with this.

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It was so easy to just forget himself as Derek continued to kiss him, coaxing and teasing, his hand warm and firm at his neck. He shifted closer out of instinct, one of his legs slipping over Derek's as he turned into him. If he dragged him closer, just a little bit, he'd end up on his lap, practically straddling him.

Derek wound up dragging him that little bit closer, the laptop slipping down to the floor as he concentrated more on wrapping his arms around Stiles to keep him where he was; on his lap and with his mouth on his.

He should be concerned about his computer, really, because it wasn't exactly cheap to fix if it got damaged, but he found himself resolutely not caring. Especially not when Derek was holding him in place on his lap, kissing him like it was the only thing that mattered. And maybe it was. Stiles certainly felt that way, in any case.

Derek's hands moved up the back of Stiles' shirt, fingers gripping at his back before they smoothed up along it. Screw the computer. It was a useless thing. Stiles was a living breathing body on top of him, thrumming with energy and vitality and Derek wanted it.

Stiles would like to argue that the computer was not a useless thing. It was certainly good enough when Derek wanted information. Information that Stiles couldn't get if it was broken. Not that that was an important argument to have right now, maybe later, if it actually was damaged. Stiles could bitch at him to pay for the repairs, because it'd technically be Derek's fault.

But he could still hear the movie playing quietly in the background, dull beneath the pounding of blood in his ears, as he tried to eliminate any distance between their bodies. Until they were practically wrapped up in each other. He splayed his palms at Derek's side, rucking up his shirt as he pushed them up, practically mimicking Derek's own hands at his back.

Derek was impatient and he wanted more of Stiles' skin under his hands. Which is why his shirt was tugged up, tugged up over his head, the kiss breaking long enough for him to get rid of it. Derek made an appreciative noise, something low and growling as he fit his mouth back onto Stiles', arms tightening around him.

It was so easy to get swept up into this. To just let it happen. It was intoxicating, having someone want his this desperately, and that it was Derek made it even more so. He shivered a little as the cool air hit his skin, but then Derek was back on him in an instant, warming him up with his arms around him, holding him close.

Derek wanted. He wanted to not feel so alone at night, wanted to have someone touch him that didn't end in pain. He wanted to be able to trust someone he was with, to be able to know that he could sleep without waking up with a knife in his back. Stiles had his faults, but he was stubbornly loyal. He wouldn't be doing this if he didn't like him and if he liked him, then he wouldn't do anything to screw him over.

This was Derek logic and it eased his mind as a hand moved down to grip at Stiles' ass.

Derek wanted, and Stiles wanted to give. It would probably come back around and hurt him in the end, but Derek had so very few things in his life that were good. Stiles may not be a good person at times, but he could be good for Derek. He could have this, if he wanted it. That he could put a little trust in Stiles, and he'd hold it close, keep it safe. Keep Derek safe.

He lifted his hips as Derek grabbed his ass, rocking against his stomach, making an almost pleading sound into the kiss.

The curse he muttered out was muffled against Stiles' lips, but Derek's arm around him tightened more as he moved them, rolling and shifting to press Stiles down against the bed, to lay there between his legs like it was his spot. Like he belonged there. There was a grind against him, Stiles likely able to pick up that Derek had been 'happy' for a while, but Derek's mouth never left his, never stopped kissing him as he still kept a hand on his ass, lifting him up towards him.

This whole situation was escalating quickly, and Stiles couldn't bring himself to care too much, especially not when it was a little more comfortable to kiss Derek like this. With his weight pressing him down into the sheet, keeping him in place, as he practically devoured him. It absolutely didn't escape his notice that Derek was hard. But then, so was Stiles. Not that that took much, even on a good day.

"Aren't you ever satisfied?" It was muttered quietly against his mouth, referencing the fact that he'd come not that long ago. But Derek wasn't actually offended or put off. If anything, he ground down harder, trying to line their bodies up so that his denim clad cock could match up against Stiles'.

He had no idea what made him say it, as he pushed up against Derek's own cock, trying to create a little more friction between them. "Not when it comes to you."

He took Stiles' lower lip between his teeth, growling softly as he rutted back. "Your dad's home." Meaning that he couldn't do what he wanted to do, which was make the teen underneath him writhe and scream.

"We'll just have to be quiet then," he murmured, because they had left the point of no return in the dust behind them, as they rocked against each other.

Derek's hand slid down, gripping at Stiles' ass and squeezing as he rocked down into him. "You mean you will have to be quiet."

He swallowed back the sound that threatened to escape him as Derek squeezed his ass, jerking up. "Could always bite down on a pillow."

"Or we could stop." He slowed, stilling his hips as he looked down at Stiles. "And pick this up at a better time when you can scream all you want."

His fingers scrabbled almost desperately at Derek's hips, dragging him back. "Yeah, no. That's stupid. The actual worst idea ever."

He would have laughed if he wasn't feeling so needy. "Is it? Here I thought I was being responsible." But he gave a slow grind downward as he said that, teasing.

"You know what you should be responsible for?" Stiles said, voice wavering only slightly from thick arousal, rolling his hips to meet Derek's downward grind. "There being one hundred percent more mutual orgasms happening. In the next twenty minutes or less."

"Mutual, mm? You mean I can't just get you off again and leave?" The hand on Stiles' ass groped and kneaded at it, surprised at the firmness of it. Stiles apparently had a nice ass.

"I already owe you one orgasm, dude," he said, jerking a little in Derek's grip, because who knew that having someone knead your ass like that would feel so good? "You'll start adding interest."

He grinned. "Are you keeping count? In that case, I have to wonder how many you owe me for being the star in some of your little 'spank bank' fantasies?"

"You're assuming!" Stiles said, swatting at Derek's shoulder. "That's an assumption."

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