Derek/Stiles, Peter/Stiles, Aiden/Ethan/Stiles, Danny/Stiles, Chris/Parrish/Stiles, Boyd/Erica/Stiles 17,845 words
Five Dickings in Five Days was the (hopefully interim) title he’d seen on the contract. More like five days of dickings. Whatever, Stiles was into it. The money is great; the fucking is also great. It’s a win-win way to pay for college.
There's nothing easy about relationships. There's sex and there's fighting and there's fighting about sex, and there's misunderstandings and anger and hurt. But there's also someone else who will make you food, and bully you into going furniture shopping, and sometimes there's someone for you at the end of a long day who's willing to listen, or just sit next to you in silence.
So: Derek and Stiles. Frottage. Paperwork. Ikea. Communication. Porn. Kate Argent-related feels. And probably more paperwork later on, because Stiles is thorough, and he has a kink checklist that Derek will fill out, so help him god.
It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.
Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone's a werewolf, and everyone's alive.)