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

"I saw the folder, Stiles. Are you telling me that video was just a coincidence?" He moved his hand down to grope possessively at his ass.

"Definitely a coincidence," he tried to insist, shuddering a little when Derek groped at his ass. "There are no more. I swear."

"So it being numbered was just a coincidence? If I went and looked, I wouldn't find anything...?" He knew what he'd find, or, close to it, anyway. His teeth closed over thin skin, gently as he sucked a mark into it.

"Nope. You wouldn't find a thing," Stiles said, and the first thing that he'd be doing would be password protecting that folder, and it's contents. And the password wouldn't be Derek, either. He grabbed onto Derek a little desperately, exhaling a harsh sound when Derek started to suck a mark into his skin. His Dad was going to hear if they weren't careful.

"Liar." He murmured against his skin, his thigh lifting to press harder against Stiles, grinding into his pelvis as his own need rose. "I'd find more of those lookalike ones, wouldn't I? How often do you watch them? How many times have you come thinking of me?"

He found he actually wanted to know the answer, biting along his jaw until he got to his chin. "How many, mm?"

Stiles lifted his hand to cover his mouth, muffling a cry when Derek pressed his thigh firmly against him, just so they wouldn't be heard. He had no idea why he was stubbornly trying to insist that there weren't any more videos, especially when Derek could hear when he was lying.

It was monumentally unfair that he had a built in lie detector, for the record. He lifted his hand from his mouth, before slipping his fingers into Derek's hair. "Just the one that you found."

"Liar." The word was breathed against his ear, Derek grinding down harder, more firmly against him. "There's more. How often do you watch them, Stiles? Once a month? More? Every week? Every day? Do you touch yourself every day and picture me?"

He had no idea what finally made him cave. The way that Derek was rocking his thigh against him, making it increasingly difficult to thing, or the way he was whispering in his ear. Coaxing him into telling the truth. "Every day. Sometimes twice," he said, feeling himself flush red.

Because it was one thing to casually admit that you jerked off multiple times a day, but another entirely when you told the object of around the entirety of your fantasies.

"Do you say my name while you do it?" He moved to lick at Stiles' mouth, tongue dipping in to taste him. "Do you picture me touching you?"

Stiles made a soft sound as Derek licked at his mouth, unable to keep quiet. Even though he knew his Dad was home, and that they'd get caught if he wasn't careful. "Can't picture anyone else. You've ruined me."

He liked the sound of that. Liked knowing that Stiles thought of him when he touched himself. He shouldn't. It was completely wrong. But he found he really didn't give a shit. He wanted what he wanted, and what he wanted was Stiles. "Not yet I haven't."

And Stiles wanted in return, though that wasn't any surprise. Not really. Not with what Derek knew. And Stiles was making it so easy for him to use that against him, but he didn't care. God. "Is that a promise?"

"Promise. Threat. Take your pick." Derek ground down again, achingly hard and unable to thin past the fact that he wanted Stiles to smell like him, taste like him. He wanted to make sure when he left here, Stiles wouldn't be able to stop thinking about him. That he'd get up later and touch himself again and think of him.

Stiles was already at the point where he couldn't stop thinking about him, but this was certainly going to make it that much worse. Where, before, he was fuelled by his own imagination, now it'd be grounded in something real. Now he would know exactly what Derek sounded like, how he felt, how he tasted. Definitely ruined. "Oh my god."

Derek's breath was hot on Stiles' skin, teeth nipping gently at him. "Touch me. Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself." He wanted to hear what Stiles thought about, wanted him to associate him with his private times.

He could feel himself flush with arousal, as he sucked in a sharp breath, reaching out tentatively to brush his fingers against the bulge of Derek's cock, hidden within the confines of his pant. "There's nothing I haven't thought about."

"Tell me." He held his breath for a moment at the tentative touch, pressing in against him to encourage him to touch more. "What are your favorite thoughts."

He cupped his hand around him, squeezing, taking in the feel and size of him - which was, from what he could gather, a little bit on the bigger side than he'd been imagining. Which did nothing to discourage the darkening flush. "That's... definitely not fair. Asking me to choose."

He brushed his thumb along the outline of him, licking his lips. "Ugh. I guess, being held down by my wrists. You leaning over me, thighs up by my head. Making me lick along the length of you, and sucking your balls. Making me work for it before you let me take your dick in my mouth. That's- a pretty common one."

He wasn't sure which was more surprising; the words coming out of Stiles' mouth or his reaction to them. He hardened more, something Stiles was likely capable of feeling as he pressed down further. "That's your favorite?"

He was picturing it now, liking the thought immensely. "Tell me another one."

"I-" His voice wavered, as he felt Derek harden more within the firm cup of his hand. He swallowed thickly, wetting his lips, before continuing. "I like the idea of spending hours worshipping every inch of you? Kissing you until my lips are swollen, and my skin is red from the scratch of stubble. Tracing the outline of your collarbone. Nosing into the crook of your neck. Sucking your fingers. Kissing and nipping along your stomach-"

He trailed off, his heartbeat beating unbearably fast. "Moving into the crease of your thighs. Trailing kisses down to the back of your knees. Uh. Maybe further back too. Like. All the way back."

There was a small growl that slipped past his lips, Derek's eyes flashing red as he looked down at Stiles, actively rocking into his hand by now. He was hard and needy, the images flashing in his head from Stiles' words were giving him some very, very dirty thoughts.

And some very intense reactions. He was surprised at how good the idea of Stiles' doing any of that sounded. "Think you could do any of that quietly?"

Stiles was completely enraptured with the way Derek was pushing into the curl of his palm, his breath catching in his throat. He was completely and utterly gorgeous, even just like this, doing something so simple and unlike anything he'd ever fantasised about before.

"Well, if my mouth is occupied," he said, trailing off, though he couldn't promise anything.

It just seemed logical to grab Stiles' wrists and pull them up, moving so that he was shuffling up the bed towards his chest. He held the teen's wrists in one hand as he reached for his zipper with the other.

"I think I can arrange that."

He could feel his mouth going dry as Derek started moving along his body, trapping his wrists in his grip. The sound of Derek's zipper being dragged down practically echoed through the room, and he had to swallow back a soft sound.

"Oh. Oh, okay. Okay. Yeah."

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