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It was like second nature. It was a no brainer. Stiles should have known right when he saw him, that he would be the one to find out. It was stupid really. Him and Scott had been out looking for Scott’s inhaler, and there he was like an omen. Derek Hale. Stiles remembered him from school when they were kids, he was two grades above them, and he had been nice, sweet actually. He would always be nice to Stiles and not many were nice to Stiles in school, even still. But the fire happened, and Derek had disappeared. But here he was, and he looked like something out of a commercial for cologne from Hugo Boss or something. Dark hair, leather jacket, sharp jaw, and his fucking eyebrows. Stiles was instantly attracted to him, in the kind of way where he felt a little intimidated, but he also wanted to piss him off, to see how mad he could really get. Maybe get a rise out of him. Problem was, Derek hadn’t even looked at Stiles.

Then he thought Derek was a killer, and he had to reel it in. Like stop being fucking attracted to Derek Hale. He’s a crazy werewolf killer man person. He should not be on Stiles’ list of people he wants to fuck. But even when he tried to keep it down, to stop thinking about him like that, it didn’t fucking work. When he confronted him in the police car, he was kind of surprised. Derek had looked at him like he absolutely wanted to kill him. Pale green eyes lasered in on his face. He tried to pretend he wasn’t afraid, but it didn’t fucking matter. And then when Derek spoke it wasn’t a threat. His focus was not on killing, it was on protecting Scott, and everybody else. Stiles’ focus had been on solving the murder sure, but also Derek Hale’s fucking body was offensive enough to be a crime in itself. The way his shirt clung to his pecs even when he was just fucking lounging (as much as one could lounge in the backseat of a police car) was such a fucking tragedy to Stiles. Only because he so desperately wanted to see what was underneath. He was a man obsessed. And when Derek leaned forward and quickly looked at his mouth and back up into his eyes, Stiles had a fraction of a second where he thought the attraction may be reciprocated. Stiles had been stunned. Cause he was faced with the most attractive and intimidating person he had ever met, and Derek wasn’t even really threatening him, he was just telling him that he was messing with dangerous things. Maybe trying to protect Stiles in his own roundabout way. So Stiles had just looked at him, open mouth, jaw slack, when his dad had pulled him out of the car. It was so fucking stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

When Stiles realizes Derek is not a murderer and that he is mostly just a hunted werewolf with constipated emotions, he gets confusing feelings like crazy. Cause it’s not like he can stop being attracted to him and it’s not like he should be attracted to him in the first place. He really fucking shouldn’t. And Scott hates him. God! He’s such a whiny lil dude sometimes. Like “Oh no I don’t wanna talk about this very serious werewolf business suddenly going on in my life, I’m going to fuck Allison on top of our homework.” Grow up!
Anyway, Derek. It was all about Derek. Because then Stiles kind of wanted to fuck him on top of their homework or whatever. Just a little hatefucking, it never hurt anybody! Or maybe it did, but only in the best of ways.

So Derek was attractive yes, and Scott was whiny yes, but Derek was also kind of an ass and Scott had a bit of a point about him. And he honestly kind of scared Stiles, cause the ‘hate’ in the ‘hatefucking’ Stiles was thinking about, seemed to be the only thing Derek would give him. Mostly he himself was just curious, he wanted to know more about Derek. Derek though? Derek seemed to hate Stiles. But exactly because of that he decided to just stay away from him. Everything about him reeked of trouble.

SO of course Derek seeks him out anyway. What other situation would be logical in this world, in this life, on this fucking planet. Stupid! He’s super close to dying, sure, but couldn’t he just have done something else? Found someone else to get help from? It is when Stiles is pondering this, he realizes that Derek probably doesn’t have anyone else, and that is not good for his plan of staying away from him. So he decides to help him, reluctantly. Buuut the black goo oozing out of Derek’s body and being thrown up by him, is kind of a zero tolerance policy thing for Stiles, so he challenges him. He has to. First of all he has to make his feelings about the black fucking goo known, cause Stiles keeping opinions to himself is a rare thing, and secondly because if he even tries to be nice to Derek, he would know. Like instantly Derek would wolfy smell him, and he would just fucking know. So he pretends like he hates Scott for leaving him with the attractive man, and he pretends like he doesn’t like Derek at all. At all okay! But Derek is looking more and more like death, and he’s starting to smell like it as well, and Stiles is worried. Cause he doesn’t want Derek to die. He doesn’t want anyone to die, and especially not in his jeep, but Derek dying is a little extra tragic. At least to him.

When Derek tells him to cut of his arm to save him Stiles is seriously caught in the middle of himself and himself. He had just spent an entire evening with Derek, and he kind of likes him now. Just… him as a person seems like a nice guy? No definitely not the right words to use. He just seems like the kind of guy Stiles could talk to all the time, and a person doesn’t have to be nice for that, but they have to be quick and clever. They had spent a lot of time in his car, and the back and forth in the animal clinic had kind of cemented Stiles’ opinion of Derek. He was snarky because he was protective of himself. But his threats towards Stiles were mostly empty, and even when he enforced some kind of consequence to Stiles’ backtalk, it was mostly just intimidation tactics and glaring looks. Which turned out to be the best part of their dynamic if you asked Stiles. Cause every time Derek got all up in Stiles’ space, it let Stiles smell his cologne, and look at him close up. But then this time it was more like, Derek smelled of death and wanted Stiles to cut of one of his limbs, not really a thing Stiles ever thought himself capable of.

So the bottom line is, Stiles really wants to help Derek, but for some reason he is caught in a situation where the only help Stiles can actually give him, is maiming his body, and Stiles can’t fucking do that. As meatloaf would’ve said “I’d do anything for love, but I wont do that.” Yes. That is what Stiles used to explain his sentiment, and everyone would have to deal with that. Or they wouldn’t really since it was just his own thoughts, but the point still stands.

Scott coming through with the wolfsbane bullet was the deus ex machina they needed, but not the deus ex machina they actually got, cause Derek decided to pass the fuck out, and drop the bullet. So while Scott finds the bullet Stiles is left with a passed out werewolf, and he honestly feels like he is a little out of control. He does not want Derek to die. Nope! Not even a little bit, cause the potential of their chemistry is a little too much for Stiles to handle it gracefully, and he would have to mourn something he never had. So he punches Derek, and Derek wakes up and does the thing with the bullet, and then he fucking lives. Stiles is incapable of hiding his excitement as he screams “That was awesome!” Cause he cannot believe that the person he accidentally craves the most in the world, just avoided dying, partially because Stiles hit him. Such a beautiful fucking love story. Derek of course glares at him and makes an honest to God sarcastic remark. Stiles is like putty in his hands, and if he figures it out… well that’s the worst case scenario.

So it’s a whole thing. It’s a whole entire fucking thing that Stiles wants Derek to fuck his brains out and he isn’t even out as anything other than ‘obsessed with Lydia Martin’. But he really honestly couldn’t care less. He can’t help it that Derek is a sexy fucking beast, and that he is making a habit out of slamming Stiles against things or using his supernatural powers to dominate him physically in other ways. It isn’t Stiles’ fault!

Buuut then at one point maybe it’s Stiles’ fault a little bit. Cause Derek shows up and in his own way he asks Stiles for help, by hiding out in his room, and they have this weird power exchange, where Derek is the obvious physical dominant, cause he is slamming Stiles up against the wall and crowding his space. But Stiles has the upper hand, and he knows it cause he is smart as fuck, but chaotic about it. So he simply puts Derek in his place. Derek does this weird thing where he fixes Stiles’ shirt, but when Stiles does it back with a sly grin on his face, a little something sparkles in Derek’s eyes and he launches his head at Stiles as if to say, “Don’t test me idiot, I’m a werewolf”. Stiles is well aware though and he is immediately put in his own place.

So it just is a no fucking brainer, of course this thing where Derek hides out in his room will lead to… embarrassing revelations about Stiles. Cause Derek is a snoopy snooper. Or maybe Stiles just made him try on shirts in front of Danny and didn’t think about the things he was hiding in his clothes drawers. Like the bottom drawer, and it’s lacy and silky contents. Which Derek fucking Hale was bound to see when looking through Stiles’ clothing. And Stiles being the scatterbrain he is, did not think about it in the moment. When Derek is out of his room later and Stiles goes over to clean up the clothes, he sees the lingerie drawer fully open and a pair of pink lacy panties lying on top of it all.

Nooope, nope nope nope. Derek had not seen it. Nah. Right? Nope! Stiles was just gonna be delusional, just gonna ignore the entire thing until it hopefully went away, or just wasn’t even there to begin with. Cause he had probably already been able to smell Stiles’ arousal when he was shirtless, even though Stiles desperately tried making it seem like Danny was the one who was aroused. He probably was to be fair. Derek was a fucking dreamboat of a guy. His chest so fucking broad, with that tiny slutty waist. Stiles had dreamt a thousand dreams about licking and biting his way down Derek’s trim torso. So when Danny had called him a horrible person and he had answered that it keeps him awake at night, it had actually been kind of true. God damn he wanted to be thrown around by that strong handsome brooding werewolf. And it kept him so fucking occupied at night. He masturbated maybe 4-5 times before he found some peace and quiet from his mind. It was actually insane.

He knew Derek had just seen his dainty lingerie drawer, and he knew it was wrong or in some ways amoral to utilize Derek’s body to not only solve the newest mystery of Beacon Hills the shittown, but also for his own perverted gain. But now he had the perfect combination of anxious energy and spank bank material to get a real good session in, and he actually needed it as well.

Stiles had a kind of ritualistic approach when it came to the lingerie sessions. Without it he would just fucking lay in his bed and first use a dildo and then a prostate vibrator to milk his own orgasms, but when it was lingerie time, he edged himself instead. He showered first, and he made sure everything was clean and smooth. Loving the feel of his clean, soft skin against the delicate lace fabric. It was one of such nights when he was… surprised. Or lets say shocked to his fucking core.

Deep down he had known that Derek saw the panties, and he had also kind of known that the pink panties were something Derek had laid out. Or maybe he had more so hoped, but it felt like the right thing. Something inside him just kind of knew when it came to Derek. It was intuitive and very weird, and he honestly didn’t want to think about it too much. So this evening he felt like just dressing up in the little pink panties and edging himself for 2 hours. It wasn’t easy for Stiles to edge himself, but he had a surprising amount of self-restraint when it came to sex, and the challenge was kind of the reason why he did it. He was building his endurance.

It was torturous and slow. The shower had set the mood for Stiles, warm and wet, and he had put on the pink lace panties with relaxed and lazy movements. It was just the way he did it. Trying to make up for the fact that he was alone, by pretending he wasn’t. Letting his brain make up scenarios where a certain someone had told him to go nice and slow. Normally he would just find some porn, whatever he felt like, and use his hand. But tonight he found his big ass vibrator and put it right under the head of his dick, sticking out of the top of the panties. Thoroughly shaking away at the sensitive place on him. At first it doesn’t really feel like the overwhelming stimulation he craves. He isn’t hard yet. It’s like his mind is in the right place, his body is slowly following it. He closes his eyes holding the vibrator in place and starts imagining Derek’s naked chest. What a fucking treat it had been to actually see that. Oh man, he had wondered what Derek looked like since he had the chance to see him up close in the police car. He imagined him and Derek being alone when he was trying to find a shirt, and Derek lifting one of the lacy underwear garments Stiles had in his drawer with a questioning look on his face. And Stiles would have been so fucking embarrassed. But then Derek would flirt with him and say shit like “I wanna see you in these.” And maybe he would get real close to Stiles and scent him along his neck. And Stiles? Stiles would just open his body for him and let him do whatever he wanted to do. The tiniest of whispers left Stiles’ mouth at the thought of Derek wanting him, simply saying his name, like he would if it was all real.

This was the dreamscape Stiles was so violently ripped out of when someone, opened his window and dropped down on the floor, and of course it was fucking Derek Hale!

“Derek what the fuck!” Stiles quickly covered himself with his duvet, and went to turn of the vibrator, but somehow fumbled it onto the floor, where he leapt after it to stop the incessant vibrating now reverberating through the floor. A small snicker could be heard from the werewolf. “Hey Stiles, sorry to interrupt.” He was so obviously not sorry to interrupt. He was interrupting Stiles on purpose, and he was taunting him with the fact that he had succeeded.
“Would you kindly just fuck of?” Stiles was still on the floor, feeling incredibly exposed in his panties, the duvet quickly bunched in front of him to cover what could be covered. “I’m having a little me time okay, leave dude!” Derek furrowed his brows and got closer to Stiles, stopping on the other side of his bed. “Don’t call me dude.”
Stiles couldn’t handle Derek getting closer and seeing him while in this very undressed state. He grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around his waist. “Listen I don’t appreciate you…” he was just about to berate Derek for entering his room, when he realized that Derek would have heard him whisper his name, and that he came into his room right after.

“Derek, why are you here?” Derek lifted a singular brow as if to say, ‘you’re the stupidest person on earth’. “You called me in here, didn’t you?” A shrug of his shoulders underlining the absolutely infuriating casualty he handled this with. “What do you mean?” Stiles gave Derek a suspicious look. What the fuck was he playing at? Derek just looked at him, giving him this intense stare. He was looking right through anything Stiles could ever say. He knew, and Stiles knew he knew. It didn’t need to be said. Derek was basically saying that Stiles had been found out. Stiles didn’t want to believe it. He wanted Derek to say it, or else he just couldn’t believe it. So he just let the silence be, lifting his eyebrows and shaking his head at Derek to make him say something. Derek sighed and rolled his eyes at Stiles, crossing his arms across his chest. T-shirt sleaves tight around his beautiful biceps, and Stiles had to stop his thoughts from even going there. He was only wearing a blanket. Everything was obvious anyway, but he wasn’t as hard as earlier, and he would like to keep it that way. “You said my name. You called for me.” Derek tried to stay cool, but for the tiniest bit Stiles saw something in his face, some kind of unguarded look. Unguarded but not emotional, it was all animal, and Stiles thought for a second it was lust shining through Derek’s eyes.

He immediately gave up the charade. “I uhm… I’m like, I’m sorry okay. This is probably super creepy to you, and I never wanted you to know anyway, but I uhm, I’m attracted to you and it’s a kind of breach in my self-preservation and yeah… I’m gonna shut up.” Derek was considering him with a very perceptive stare.
“Are you scared of me Stiles?” Derek walked around the bed and Stiles kind of panicked and just sat down on it, facing the back of his room, but looking to the foot of the bed from which Derek was now approaching him. “I uhm… No.” Stiles swallowed, and Derek leaned into his personal space and took a deep breath through his nose. He lifted his eyebrows and gave Stiles a look that said, ‘be honest, I already know’ and Stiles fucking folded. “Okay yes, but not in the way you may think. It’s more like this thing where you’re like a creature of the night or whatever, so you have this supernatural strength and it kind of turnsmeonandididn’twantyoutoknowbutnowyouknowsoyeah.” Derek was right in front of his face, staring into Stiles' eyes, looking from the left eye to the right down to his mouth. Stiles’ face was slack, open mouth and large brown doe eyes looking back at Derek. Derek straightened up, still holding the eye contact, making Stiles look up at him. He was standing closer than he had ever been. Even closer than when he slammed him up against the wall. Stiles could practically smell him.

“Remove the blanket Stiles.” Stiles’ eyebrows lowered in disbelief. “I’m sorry what?” he blurted out. This was not reality. “Do I have to say it again?” Derek’s face turned hard. This was different than from what Stiles had ever felt from him. He was dominating him, and not physically. He was handling Stiles like he would a disobedient kid. Teaching him a lesson without remorse, cause he knew this is what Stiles needed. Stiles looked at the floor and in a small voice he said, “No.”

Derek’s hands were quick, like fucking lightening. He grabbed Stiles’ hair twisting his head back. Not trying to hurt him but holding him tightly and securely in his grip, exposing him. His other hand kept Stiles’ hands from moving from his lap. His dick was suddenly very aware of anything touching it. “No what Stiles?” Stiles mouth was suddenly dry, and he had to swallow. This was a dream, right? “No, sir?” This time he looked right into Derek’s eyes, his dick fully hard now. Derek’s face cracked into a gleeful smile, and he straightened Stiles’ head up again, and let go of his hands. “Good job Stiles.” He said with his hand still in Stiles’ hair. He loosened his grip and let his hand lay flat against Stiles scalp, fiddling with the hair between his fingers, feeling the softness.

Stiles slowly removed the blanket and exposed himself to Derek. He had always felt like he was the wrong kind of good looking. He had a certain kind of pretty quality about him that people had loved to make fun of. He looked down at his naked legs, and his dick covered in pink lace, and he felt embarrassed that he actually wanted to be pretty and look pretty. Not all the time, but he craved it in regard to being seen as sexy. Something pretty and feminine for somebody to make into their fucktoy. His cheeks heated up and Derek’s hand slid from his hair to his cheek, his thumb lifting Stiles’ chin. He looked at the panties, tiny bow sitting right under Stiles’ wet and red dickhead, and then looked up at Stiles’ face again, looking like he was searching for something.

“You put them on.” He says. “Yeah.” Stiles breathed, immediately followed by a “Yes, sir.” He licked his lips, and Derek copied him. Derek thumbed at Stiles’ lower lip, shiny from his spit and Stiles opened his mouth instantly, licking slowly at the tip of the thumb. This seemed to light a fire in Derek’s eyes. “Come here.” He said, and tightened his grip around Stiles’ chin, lifting him with it. Stiles obediently got up from the bed, standing in front of Derek with the man’s thumb in his mouth and his fingers around his chin, gripping at his jaw. Derek let go of him and got close, fixing Stiles with a serious look. “Anything I do you don’t like you have to tell me.” Stiles nodded. “Do you know the stop light system?” Stiles nodded again. “Tell me what it is.” Stiles swallowed. “Red mean stop, yellow means pause and discuss, and green means go.” Derek nodded, satisfied with the accuracy of the younger man.

“Sit down again.” Stiles did as Derek said. Feeling the urge to cover himself but fighting it, earning a smirk from Derek, as if he knew exactly what was going on in Stiles’ head. Derek was just looking at him, staring at his body and the way he was looking at him was insane, like he wanted to fucking eat him. Derek was starving, and Stiles? Well Stiles was the only thing on the menu he wanted. Dark eyes met Stiles’ and Derek approached him again. His face was serious and commanding, Stiles had absolutely no choice but to do whatever he wanted. Derek was everything to him right now. Derek surprised Stiles by dropping to his knees in front of him, he reached for the vibrator next to Stiles’ feet. He turned it on and put it right back under Stiles’ dickhead and Stiles’ body was electrified. This was totally different than from when he did it himself before. Every sense felt heightened, and he felt tortured in an instant. Derek was just studying him it seemed, as Stiles laid back on his elbows throwing back his head. Long pale neck sprinkled with moles stretching. Derek touched him, letting his free hand run along his collar bone, down across a nipple making Stiles twitch, landing on his stomach where he splayed it out. It almost covered his entire midriff and the feeling of being so covered with Derek’s warmth did things to Stiles.

“You’re so pretty like this, a little thing for me to do what I please with. Right?” Stiles had to mentally climb out of the intense pleasure taking over his thoughts to gather the brain power to nod. “Yes sir, you can do whatever you want.” He said frantically, eager to get it out before he was taken over with the pleasure again, but Derek removed the vibrator and Stiles felt like a bucket of water had been dumped on top of him. When he shot Derek a dirty look, he was smiling at him, this predatory thing, all teeth, and desire.

“Move up the bed baby. Get comfortable.” The situation still hadn’t really settled in Stiles’ system, and he was shaking a little as he moved to lay down on the bed. Baby. Stiles felt himself wholly fall completely into the submissive part of himself, feeling safe with Derek, craving his directions. “Such a pretty little girl.” Girl? Okay, girl. Stiles nodded frantically, “Please sir.” He was practically whining with the feeling of Derek this close, and like this. “Color?” Derek asked even though Stiles had just said yes, the game something different than the truth. “Green.” Stiles said with severity. Letting the realization of wanting this wholeheartedly wash over him. Derek climbed on top of Stiles as he began saying things Stiles had never realized he would like. “I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, my beautiful little doll. You’re gonna look so pretty and brainless when I’m done with you.” He sat down on top of Stiles thighs, locking him in place. He turned on the vibrator again and with a focused look he pressed it onto Stiles’ balls. Letting it softly caress the sensitive skin down there and making Stiles writhe in a weird agonizing and pleasurable feeling, as he started talking to Stiles again.

“I knew it when we first met in the forest, I could smell it on you. You smell feminine do you know that? The scent of lingerie is there, almost all the time, but it’s also something else, something about you is just pretty, like a delicate flower.” His hand moved up to caress Stiles’ cheek and when Stiles opened his eyes to look at him, something soft had taken over his eyes. “Your eyes are so beautiful pretty baby, and your mouth. Oh god the things I wanna do to it. But first I want you to be my good little girl ok?” Stiles nodded, trying to make his body stay in place. “I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum okay?” Derek moved from on top of Stiles’ thighs to inside of them as he let the vibrator slide down below Stiles' ball sack and pressed it into the lace clad flesh just below them, Stiles’ legs bent back as he held them up in his arms.

Derek continued stimulating his perineum and using his other hand to slowly caress the length of his dick through the lace. Stiles couldn’t speak at all, but he knew Derek was waiting for an answer, purposefully making it hard for Stiles to answer. “Babygirl… answer me.” Derek once again used his serious voice and pressed the vibrator even harder against his perineum, while tightening his hand around Stiles’ cock. Stiles’ breathing was quick, and he had to gasp any word he wanted to say. “Nnggh, yes sir, unh.” Derek chuckled and began lifting the top of the panties down so Stiles hard cock was exposed. Elastic resting just below Stiles’ balls, to make everything stand tall and tight. He grabbed the shaft with his hand, like it was a handle, covering the length with his fingers. It wasn’t a gesture done to pleasure Stiles, but to control him. He squeezed Stiles’ dick as if to feel the hardness of it. Precum was practically drooling out of the slit and Derek slowly let his thumb touch right on the slit and lift, to create strings of the liquid. Looking at it like it was a delicious meal, licking his lips.

“What I wanna do, is I wanna edge you for a little bit like this, and then I wanna make you come as many times as you can, from me fingering you. Then, if you can handle it, I’m gonna fuck you. Are you ready for that baby?” He looked at Stiles with this authoritative stare that demanded an answer, as he slowly let the vibrator make circles, alternating between only just grazing the edge of his hole and his balls. His thumb on Stiles’ dickhead was making circles, smearing the precum all around while he slowly squeezed and let go of the shaft, again and again. It was actually fucking torture, and demanding an answer from Stiles while he did this was downright evil. Stiles had no option but to look at him with his big doe eyes, pupils blown so they were more black than brown and mouth open on a constant moan. His body was building up to it, he felt it starting to tighten in his stomach and he had to speak now, or he would be punished. “Yes sir. Fuck Derek I’m gonna come from this, I don’t…” Derek immediately removed his hand and the vibrator from Stiles’ body, and it felt like he plummeted from the sky into his bed.

“Well done sweet babygirl.” Derek sounded so absolutely taken with Stiles, that he had to look at him, to see how he looked. The face that met him was not something Stiles thought he would ever connect with Derek Hale’s face. An openly adoring look was staring back at him, at Stiles sat up, overcome with the need to kiss him. Derek must have thought the same cause he met him halfway as their mouths crashed into each other. He cradled Stiles in his arms as Stiles’ hands rested on his big chest muscles. Slowly he lifted Stiles like he weighed nothing, until his thighs were on either side of Derek’s hips and he was sitting right on his crotch. They were kissing like the other was water in the desert. This was serious to both of them. Not the kind of seriousness propelled by love, but the one motivated by near-death experiences and initial hatred turning into a special kind of caring for the other. It was the kind of thing that happened when you tried to deny something for a little too long, only to find it didn’t need to be denied at all. They were feeding each other’s wants and needs and it was a beautiful thing of tongues and hands and maybe a little humping on Stiles’ part.

When they parted again Derek’s hand was in Stiles’ hair pulling him back, same dominant and unforgiving look from before back on his face. He held Stiles at a distance just looking at him. He was still in his shirt and jeans, and Stiles even thought he was still wearing his shoes. For a second, he had the impulse to look for his feet, wanting to tell Derek to at least take his shoes off, but then Derek’s free had landed on his neck and Stiles’ eyes locked into his again. It wasn’t like a choke choke. It was more like a demand for Stiles’ undivided attention. “Just look at me sweetness.” Derek’s face was open yet hard, and the hand in Stiles’ hair moved to caress his cheek. His other hand moved from Stiles’ throat to his arm. He thumbed at the skin under Stiles’ eye and Stiles took a second to just look at Derek. His beautiful light green eyes were impossibly dark under the influence of their shared desire, and Stiles had wanted to touch him freely for so long he let himself reach out and put one of his hands on Derek’s face, mirroring the werewolf’s action. And the most mind blowing thing was, Derek let him.

For a second, they were just looking at each other, and Stiles enjoyed the scratching feeling of the stubble on Derek’s cheek, while Derek seemed to just take it all in. Then he shifted his weight and Stiles was laying down on the bed again, Derek sitting on his knees next to him. “Take of your panties.” Derek demanded. And Stiles happily complied. Exposed he just laid there wiggling a little and when Derek turned on the vibrator again, he knew they weren’t done with the edging. He really fucking wanted to come though, and he hoped this was the last time Derek would bring him to edge before letting him come. He all but forgot about the consequence coming would have, not understanding the torment waiting on the other side of it.

Derek let the vibrator rest at the bottom of Stiles’ shaft, and did this insane thing, where he let his thumb, index and middle finger circle his dickhead in a twisty motion. The vibrations made the caressing feel like something Stiles had never felt before, it was too crazy. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” he immediately had to stop Derek. It was just too much, but Derek didn’t stop. “No you’re not baby. Not yet.” Derek smirked at Stiles, and he was reminded that this was a werewolf. He could probably smell when Stiles was about to come. As he kept going Stiles was writhing under the torture, but Derek didn’t let him escape. Stiles was close now it was all way too much. “Derek, I swear! I swear, I’m gonna come. I can’t stop it! I’m gonna…” and Derek let go. Everything stopped. Stiles’ body was shaking, and he felt these tiny convulsions that where sending pleasure through his body. Almost as if he just came without ejaculating. Derek was looking at him like he had hung the fucking moon.

“You look so hot right now.” Derek was just appreciating the way Stiles body did whatever he wanted it to. And Stiles couldn’t really understand what was happening. He was curling his toes in the feeling of it all being too much. Hands gripping the sheets beneath him. “This is the last one babygirl. I’m gonna lick your clit until you come, okay?” Derek threw the vibrator aside like it meant nothing to him, and Stiles face heated up with the realization of what Derek had just said. “My clit?” he said. Derek’s face immediately changed. “Yellow.” He said. Stiles was surprised but wanted to reassure him immediately.

“Oh no. Derek, I don’t want you to stop, I’m just… I haven’t even heard about this before.” Stiles’ face was growing red, and he hid it in his hands as the embarrassment of not knowing what this entire thing was. “Don’t be embarrassed Stiles, it’s just very important to me that you understand what I’m doing.” Derek’s face was friendly and open, looking more like the Derek Stiles had known in middle school than ever. “We’re just playing Stiles. I know you don’t have a clit okay. I’m just mindfucking you to get you into the headspace I want you in for this.” Derek held out his hands and Stiles lifted his from his face to grasp them. He was lifted into a sitting position by the much stronger man. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” Derek so obviously felt deeply involved in the understanding Stiles was having of their little game. He was rubbing his back with a big warm hand. Stiles nodded. “Yeah… yes, I understand. It just surprised me is all.” Derek’s eyes turned curious. “What part of it surprised you?” Stiles face grew red again, as he struggled to get the words describing what he was actually feeling out. Derek’s face once again cracked into a knowing smirk. “Oh, that part. Didn’t know you liked being a pretty girl?” Stiles nodded his head in agreement. He had always seen his feminine nature as something bad, or embarrassing. Not something to be exposed or played with, something that could be utilized for pleasure.

“Are you okay to continue?” Derek asked Stiles, waiting for his answer with a knowing smirk on his face. He wouldn’t get a no from Stiles when it came to this, not ever. “Yeah, I’m good.” Slowly Derek let him down on the bed, as he crawled to face Stiles’ crotch, his dick hard and red. Ready for whatever Derek had in store for him. Derek laid his hand on the shaft, so his dick was laying flat against his stomach, and then he began licking the head of it. He started small. Tiny strokes with his tongue followed by a pause to savor the taste of Stiles. He focused on learning the hotspots of Stiles pleasure, and slowly expanding his actions to more long and hard licks. It was another form of torment. Derek was a master of it. Just slowly pulling the agonizing pleasure out of Stiles, like he had all the time in the world to make him come. It was a slow build, but Stiles felt it coming a mile away. His body was tightening, and he was wiggling and writhing under the larger mans weight. Derek held him down with strong arms, hands splayed on his stomach and thighs. He hummed a little as if to communicate to Stiles that he knew what he was feeling. A sort of “Mhmm.” sound making the vibrations travel through Derek’s tongue. As Stiles got closer and closer, Derek’s licking intensified, and he let his lips surround parts of the head of Stiles’ dick, almost kissing him right when it counted. “Derek, fuck, sir. I’m… Haah I’m gonna come.” Derek wrapped his lips around Stiles’ dickhead and lifted the shaft, so he could actually suck it down. The feeling of Derek’s warm mouth was way too much for Stiles to handle and his entire body clenched, finally releasing the buildup Derek had created in him as he came, spurting down Derek’s throat. Derek swallowed expertly leaving him nice and clean.

“Oh my god, ooooh my god. Fuck!” Stiles’ body was almost seizing with it. It felt incredible, he felt like he went blind for a second. Nothing but pure pleasure in his brain. Derek was just looking at him with this evil grin on his face. “You’re so pretty like this my little babygirl.” He licked at Stiles’ dick again, but Stiles was way too sensitive for that, so he pushed him away. “No no no no, I can’t right now, oh my god, it’s too much.” Derek stopped and sat down on the side of the bed, removing his shoes and his shirt. Stiles was a little satisfied that he had been right about the shoes, but he didn’t have the capacity to verbalize it right now. He was catching his breath, just laying with his arms above his head, panting.

“Holy fucking shit dude.” Stiles was a little lost in his head, so he slipped up, but Derek caught it immediately, a quick slap on each of Stiles’ thighs woke him up from the post orgasmic bliss he was enjoying. “You do not call me dude. Especially not when we’re like this. I don’t want it.” Derek was looking very serious, and Stiles immediately realized his error. “I’m sorry, I’m not here. I mean I wasn’t thinking. Can you forgive me?” Derek’s face was contemplating, but it was obvious he had already done what he wanted to do about it, Stiles’ thighs growing warm with the rushing of blood to the surface. “Sir! Can you forgive me sir?” Stiles corrected himself. Derek’s smiled big and predatory, not even a little mad at Stiles. “It’s fine baby, everybody slips up now and then. Color?” He asked referring to the slaps on Stiles thighs. It had been quick and easy to get through, it wasn’t bad, and Stiles felt like he kind of wanted more, just not right now. “Green, sir.”

“Okay honey we’re getting to the fun part now, roll onto your stomach.” Derek opened Stiles’ bedside drawer finding lube, like he just knew where Stiles kept his stash of things. Stiles looked questioning at him over his shoulder as he maneuvered himself on his stomach with his ass up in the air. How did Derek know where the lube was? “It has a very distinct smell.” Was all Derek said, as he smothered his fingers in lube. Heating it up before using it on Stiles. “You’re doing so good, getting in a nice and open position for me. You’re my own little fucktoy aren’t you. Beautiful little baby.” Being showered in nice words from Derek was such a new sensation and Stiles smiled with it and lifted his head back basking in the compliments. He loved it, it felt good to be appreciated for something so inherently him.

A lubed up finger pressed around the rim of his hole, slowly massaging it to relax it. Stiles bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Derek playing with him. Slowly a finger breached the circle of muscles, and Stiles gasped. Derek slowly started pumping it in and out, not wasting too much time. Stiles laid his head sideways in his arms and looked back at Derek. Derek was observing him closely, with dark eyes and a satisfied sort of smirk on his face. Stiles’ hole easily got used to the finger from Derek and he kind of wanted more. Derek slid his finger in deep and pressed down, hitting Stiles’ prostate with ease. He was moaning like he was possessed and rhythmically he bounced back on the finger inside him. “Please, need more.” He panted. Derek just chuckled and lined up another finger, holding Stiles still with his hand on his lower back. The extra finger created a beautiful pleasure Stiles had craved, and he was getting hard again. Derek slowly pumped the fingers in and out of him, while scissoring them to make room for the third finger.

It was slow kind of build up this time. Stiles knew it from his masturbation sessions on his own. He was slowly getting closer to yet another orgasm, and Derek just kept his steady pace. Derek’s fingers kept gliding back and forth over Stiles’ prostate and he was soon reduced to a babbling mess. “You’re doing so good baby, taking it like this. You were made for this kind of pleasure were you not sweet girl?” Derek was relentless in wanting to check in with Stiles while forcing him through pleasure he hadn’t fully experienced before. Stiles just nodded this time, even though he definitely knew better. Derek pressed the fingers inside him down right on his prostate and gave him a reprimanding look. Stiles was forced to speak. Through moans and pants he gave a breathy “Yes, sir.” And Derek seemed satisfied with this. He lined up a third finger, and as it breached Stiles’ muscles he let out a high pitched and whiny moan, like this was the best thing he had ever felt. Derek mercilessly let his fingers pump in and out of Stiles' stretched hole. Hitting his prostate with every glide of it. He grabbed one of Stiles’ asscheeks and slapped it hard only to let his hand stay on it and squeeze it. Leaving a temporary imprint of his hand. Stiles moaned into the feeling of it. Loving the sensation of the sharp pain and the buildup. It was too much and not enough at once, and he was on his way to crash right into his next orgasm.

“Come on baby let go. I want you to.” Stiles tried but it was so hard, having already come once, it took more for him to reach the climax he so desperately wanted, but he knew this. He knew where he had to focus his energy for it to happen. So he clenched his muscles in all the right places, and Derek kept pumping his fingers in and out of his ass like he was made for that exact thing. Even though Stiles was focusing so hard on coming, it kind of took him by surprise when it finally rolled across his body. “Yesss, good girl.” Derek basically crooned at him. His hips stuttering back and forward, trying to find friction for his dick but finding nothing, riding the waves of pleasure from Derek’s fingers. He only came with a fraction of the come he had spurted out the first time. He collapsed onto the bed, but Derek’s fingers never left him, keeping him plugged up. “You’re so good baby, so so good. So pretty and sensitive.” Stiles was in another universe while Derek just showered him with sweet words. Letting his free hand roam over his back, caressing him.

“We’re gonna get two more out of you baby, and then I’m gonna fuck you real good. Does that still sound like a plan?” Stiles nodded absentmindedly, agreeing to whatever Derek wanted. Derek grabbed Stiles hand and slowly stroked the back of it, while he slowly pulled out his fingers. “I’m gonna get you some water okay baby? I’ll be right back.” Stiles didn’t care he was just focusing on breathing and finding his way back into his body. This was fucking surreal, he had to come two more times? He couldn’t do it. He knew he was physically able to, but he didn’t know if he could actually handle going to that place mentally with Derek. He had this weird implicit trust in him, but he didn’t actually know him besides a few very questionable situations. On the other hand, Derek had only been everything Stiles had dreamed he would be during their weird sex game. But they hadn’t actually spoken, like for real about what this was gonna be like after. The thoughts started multiplying in his head, spinning out of control by the second.

It was a little insane that Stiles’ brain went there right now, but he was kind of emotional. He had just had an amazing prostate orgasm while Derek had been complimenting him like crazy and calling him his babygirl. Stiles’ eyes started tearing up, overcome with the thoughts in his head, but Derek was back at exactly the right time, sitting down next to Stiles and rubbing his back. “Come on baby, I got your water. Please sit up and drink a little bit.” Stiles sniffled but did as Derek said. He didn’t realize how thirsty he was, but the water was like a gift from a god or something. Derek made sure he could actually hold the glass and wiped the tears from Stiles’ eyes.

He looked at Derek over the rim of the glass. “Why are you doing this?” Stiles asked. Derek stilled, regarding Stiles with an inquisitive look. “Cause I’ve wanted to for a while, and you clearly also wanted to. I was tired of waiting and I saw an opening.” Derek kind of shrugged his shoulder like it was an obvious answer. “That’s fine, but why do you want to? Are you just here to fuck me and then go back to hating me and being an asshole again.” This was very obviously not a part of their game, and Derek was taken aback by the slight venom in Stiles’ voice. “I’ve never hated you, Stiles.” Stiles felt like he was on a reality tv show. He waited for Derek to continue. “I’ve been keeping my distance. Our situation isn’t exactly ideal.” He looked at Stiles from under his eyelashes. Even when he tried to be apologetic, he was just fucking attractive, and Stiles was infuriated. “Uuuuurgh, how are you so fucking good looking? I can’t believe you want to have sex with me. It doesn’t fucking make sense, what’s the catch?” A somewhat insulted look crossed Derek’s face, but he schooled his features. “I don’t think there are other catches than the ones you already know. I’m a werewolf and I have a lot of issues, cause my family was suddenly and traumatically taken from me in a huge fire, by a person I thought I could trust.”

Stiles’ mouth dropped and he felt like the biggest idiot in the universe. Derek had never been one for secrecy, but he was rarely this honest and open with anybody. “I’m sorry Derek, I’m just trying to understand what you get from this.” Stiles looked down at his hands, holding the glass of water Derek had given him not even 5 minutes ago. Derek lifted Stiles’ face with his index finger under his chin. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are Stiles?” Stiles’ heart started beating a mile a minute. Gorgeous? “Your hands and your legs are these long alluring things, and your eyes are so fucking beautiful and deep brown. Not to mention your mouth. You have undeniable ‘fuck me’ lips.” Derek chuckled. Stiles was not computing this very well, touching his lips with a disbelieving look. “But the best part about you.” Derek said and leaned in close to take a big sniff of Stiles scent. “Is your scent. You smell like lingerie, like I said earlier, but there’s also this kind of caramel-y vanilla-y thing about you. And then you just smell so much like you. Like something I don’t have the words for, it just lures me right in. I just wanna be close to you.” Every word made him inch closer and closer to Stiles, until he was practically breathing words right into his ear. He was speaking low and serious.

Stiles was just fucked up. Literally. He was in the chaos of his own mind and hormones and the feeling of being utterly used. He was a little brainless so anything and everything he thought was just sailing right out through his mouth. Normally he had a filter, even though it wasn’t the best, but right now, it was basically non-existent. “So you’re attracted to me.” Stiles said a little stupidly. Derek drew back his head to look at him. He chuckled and smiled at him and took the glass from Stiles’ hand to put on the bedside table. “Stiles… Yes, I am attracted to you, but it’s more like I crave you. Your scent is very…” Searching for the right word Derek looked up at the walls of Stiles’ bedroom, the posters and notes for research all put up in the way that made sense to Stiles and no one else. “Delectable. You smell like nothing I’ve ever smelled before, and it’s addicting. I don’t understand exactly why it’s like this, but fuck Stiles… I just want to bury my face in your scent.”

Stiles wasn’t sure what to do with this information. Derek Hale thought he smelled good. Or like not even just good, he thought he smelled delectable. And he wanted to make him come two more times and then he wanted to fuck him, and he called him “babygirl” and “sweetheart” and other corny names that made Stiles want to always be under his guidance in these kinds of situations. It was fucked up and Stiles almost had time to panic, but then Derek lifted one of his hands to kiss it, and he was looking right in Stiles’ eyes when he did it. It was tender and sweet and so unlike the Derek he normally knew, or even the Derek he was getting to know right now. “Stiles, if you want to stop you just have to say the word. I won’t force you to do anything okay?” And Stiles practically couldn’t speak. It was like whenever Derek did that. The thing he did, where he suddenly changed. Didn’t matter if he was suddenly sweet or suddenly mean or suddenly something else, he would just change, Stiles would be speechless with the sensation of learning another side of him. Stiles just nodded and decided he needed to kiss Derek again. Derek accepted the kiss freely and it was soft and equal. It felt like Stiles was kissing a different Derek than before. When they parted Stiles had found his voice again.

“I don’t want to stop Derek. I just want to be sure that you’re not gonna leave right after and ignore me. And I felt like it just crept up on me right now. I think I’m just sex stupid.” Derek took his face in his hands. “You’re not stupid and this conversation is not stupid. I just want you Stiles, don’t worry so much.” Stiles nodded. Their eye contact was heavy, and Derek leaned in, asking permission with his eyes and when Stiles let his head fall back to expose his neck to the werewolf, he practically attacked it. He licked and bit the soft skin there and Stiles let himself fall back into the feeling of being Derek’s. Fuck it anyway he thought. If it turned out Derek was lying and he would abandon him to his own devices afterwards, it was honestly fucking worth it anyway. He had asked now, and he got a promise. Now only time could tell what Derek would actually do. Slowly but surely Derek laid Stiles down on his back, cradling him in his arms the entire way. It was like Stiles was a delicate thing and Derek wanted him to lay soft and secure in his own bed before he took him apart. They were kissing again, and Derek let his hands roam free over Stiles’ body. Squeezing his thighs and pulling on his hair.

“I need your color baby.” Derek said, as his hand rested on Stiles’ hip. Stiles licked his lips and fearlessly he looked at Derek “Green.” Any doubt he had had about going to the headspace of four orgasms with Derek, was gone. He was craving it he thought. But then as soon as Derek touched his dick again the doubts were back. Could he even do this, oh fuck it all felt so raw. It was like Stiles was stripped totally fucking bare. Reduced to an animal state of mind and he had to rely on this top model werewolf he barely knew to keep him safe. And for some reason he trusted him. He really fucking trusted Derek and he loved the way his big hands felt on his hips and on his stomach and in his hair. And the way his lips were so much softer than any other part of him Stiles had ever felt. It was utterly confusing, but amazing at the same time. It was a yes/no kind of thing, where overriding the no was the only option. Fuck it Stiles thought, he had to take a chance.

Slowly but surely Derek stroked Stiles’ cock to hardness, milking the precum up to the tip of it, only to ignore it again, in favor of his asshole. He guided Stiles to lift his legs and hold them in his hands. It was still a little slick, his hole, but Derek was generous with the lube. The glide was easier than before, and he started with two fingers this time. Slowly pumping them in and out, curling a little as to stimulate Stiles’ prostate, observing every reaction it caused in Stiles. He was moaning, it was an overstimulating kind of sensation. Too much but not enough, and he would have to work harder to go through with this one. Derek had all the time in the world though, and Stiles knew this. He just let him do his thing as he enjoyed every stroke across his prostate and let the moans fall from his mouth freely.

It was a little hard to enjoy at first, but slowly and surely, he found the streak of pleasure Derek was coaxing out of him, and as Derek started to talk again, he felt himself slowly coming undone. “Oh baby you’re doing so well. I can’t wait to feel this gorgeous pussy on my cock.” He kissed Stiles’ inner thigh and Stiles whined with the thought of Derek filling him up instead of his fingers. “You like the thought of that don’t you sweet girl. I can’t wait to fuck you, you’re so fucking tight and wet and gorgeous. Just for me, right? No one has ever seen you like this right Stiles?” Derek’s fingers did this thing were he thrusted them in harder than any other time and they were curled, and they reached deeper than before, and it felt like he was exploring every inch of Stiles he could come near. Stiles moaned hard at the wonderful intrusion and panted “Yes yes, only you Derek only you. My ass is yours.” Derek grinned and stopped his fingers pumping. Stiles whined high pitched and almost like he was hurt. “Why’d you stop?” Derek looked at him with that dominant reprimanding look, a smirk played at his lips and Stiles had no idea what he had done wrong. “I want you to tell me your pussy is mine.” Again he was casual and direct about this fucking thing that Stiles was so new to and unsure about. His pussy. His pussy was Derek’s. As he thought it, he knew it could never be different. He was in fact Derek’s and if Derek wanted him to be his little wet pussy, slutty, babygirl, who was Stiles do deny it? He took a leap of faith, something he wanted to try, just to see Derek’s reaction.

“My pussy is yours… Daddy”

Derek stiffened at that, and a devious smirk started spreading on his lips. “You’re such a good girl, my little perfect princess, aren’t you?” Stiles let his legs fall to rest on the bed and sent Derek an innocent look through his eyelashes. Derek leaned over him to grab his face in his hands. He wasn’t gentle. In fact he squeezed Stiles’ cheeks, so his lips were all scrunched up and then he kissed and sucked on them, making them wet and glistening with spit, claiming Stiles as his own. “You want me to be your daddy little princess? Daddies take very good care of their little babies you know that right?” Stiles was soooo pleased with the response he got from Derek, and it felt much more honest than the “sir” honorific. Derek was his daddy and he had known it from the moment he laid eyes on him in the forest the first time. “Please daddy I… I want you to fuck me.” Derek laughed at that. “You know what you have to do to get that, don’t you babygirl?” as he lifted Stiles legs, and held them down against his chest with one arm while he plunged his fingers into Stiles again. Stiles moaned and as best as he could, he bounced on the fingers inside him.

Derek was an expert, probably smelling exactly when he hit Stiles’ prostate so he could keep doing it, and Stiles felt euphoria creeping closer and closer. “Oh my god, Oh fuck daddy.” He had abandoned trying to make himself silent or to seem like he wanted anything else than what he was getting. Derek obviously knew exactly what to do and how to do it and Stiles was just with him for the ride. Letting him take control of the situation. Soon enough a tension started building deep inside Stiles, and he knew where he was going mentally, but he had never tried going there by the hands of someone else, and it was immensely more intense this way. Anything and everything else was gone now. It was all about chasing the high and Derek was with him. Consistently hitting his prostate and grunting with it. His eyes hungry, like he craved making Stiles come, as much as he would crave his own orgasm. They were just letting their freak flags fly, honest and secure in each other’s company, as the orgasm washed over Stiles.

Waves of bliss made Stiles cry out as his spent cock only spat a little bit of ejaculate on his stomach. It felt like the highest of highs, and Stiles wasn’t even in his body anymore. He was just floating now. It was an out of body experience and he felt like he could see himself in his bed twitching with the aftershocks while Derek let his legs down and pet his hair, while a litany of praises fell from his mouth. Derek’s fingers were slick with the lube, and he wrapped his hand around Stiles dick, and it pulled Stiles right back in his body, cause it fucking hurt. It was painful and it was too much, and honestly Stiles didn’t fucking want it right now. But Derek was in control. Stiles tried to flap his arms at him to signal his discomfort, but Derek just muttered “I know, I know baby” as he slowly stroked Stiles dick. He lowered his mouth and licked across Stiles’ dickhead, and it fucking hurt. It hurt like a silk scarf ghosting over sunburned skin. It was pure fucking wet fire. The most contradictive feeling ever. Derek lifted his head to look at Stiles. He let go of his dick and slowly lifted his legs again and held them with his one arm. Stiles wasn’t fucking ready, but Derek was relentless.

“I want to fuck you so bad princess, let’s get one more out of you and then I’m gonna fuck you real good. I know you can do it, you’re so amazing” Stiles wasn’t back in his body, but he knew he wanted to be fucked by Derek so bad. The three fingers in his ass had fucked him so loose he was ready for a fourth he thought, and apparently Derek thought the same cause he added his pinky and Stiles felt the stretch of a little too much. But it was perfect, and it made for a nice slow and lazy build up to the next and last orgasm for him. He was anxious with it. Only cause he really wanted Derek to fuck him, and to see his dick, or maybe see him entirely undressed. He just wanted to make Derek feel good as well. Derek just slowly made his fingers slide in and out of Stiles consistently hitting his prostate and Stiles was just there with him. He sat up as much as he could, searching for Derek’s eyes and for a while they were just looking at each other while Derek slowly pumped in and out of Stiles’ hole. Derek stopped holding his legs down, and Stiles had the brain capacity to grab them himself, spreading them so Derek had the best possible access to him. Derek switched between looking at Stiles’ face and his ass, eyes dark and lust blown. He looked like he couldn’t believe Stiles was doing this, like it was the most precious of moments, and Stiles kind of really fucking felt that. It was so intimate, the eye contact and the crescendo of pleasure happening between them.

Derek was holding back, and Stiles knew he was. He appreciated it so fucking much, cause he didn’t know if he could handle being fucked hard by anything other than Derek’s dick right now. It just had to be him, or Stiles would loose it. The slow and consistent prostate massage Derek was giving him was mind blowing, and Stiles was glassy eyed and drooling with it. Not even really thinking, just a thing for Derek to do what he wanted with. He was, as they say, lost in the sauce. Gone on the endorphins and submission to the dominant man. Slowly Derek started speeding up a tiny bit and Stiles didn’t even have the capacity to moan. He was just breathing. Little “ha ha ha”s left him every time Derek slid into him. It wasn’t fast like the other times, but it was deep, and it was right on his prostate. And then Derek did this thing where he just stayed inside him circling his fingers over the rubbery little bump. Stiles was done for, he had to let it go, and he came, dry. His body seized, and he was shaking in the pleasure. Lightening radiated from his pelvic area and all the way into his tippy toes. He felt like he was passing out, like it was actually impossible to stay conscious right now. Fortunately Derek understood that. He just stayed with him, stroking his hair while he came down from the incredible high.

“I’m just gonna fill up the water glass and be right back baby, don’t worry I’m with you in just a second.” He jumped out of the bed and Stiles felt like not even a second had passed and then he was back. He reached an arm under Stiles’ shoulders and slowly lifted him up. He let the top of the glass touch Stiles’ lips before he tilted it. Water dribbled into his mouth and down his chin, but Stiles didn’t care. As the cold liquid hit his mouth, he realized he was thirsty. He grabbed the glass Derek was holding and eagerly he downed the entire thing. Derek just laughed and let his hand pet Stiles’ back. When Stiles was done, he finally opened his eyes and saw the beautiful man in front of him, and he looked brand new. Nothing like what Stiles thought he looked like before. Still gorgeous and model material, but with new depth and tenderness. Things Stiles never really noticed before, probably because Derek didn’t want him to see. Stiles reached out and cradled Derek’s face in his hand. “Did you know that you are so fucking beautiful?” He asked the werewolf. Derek smiled this shy fucking smile, like he hadn’t just had four fingers in Stiles’ ass. “Thanks Stiles.” He chuckled, “You’re not so bad yourself.” He gave him an appreciative look up and down his body. Stiles opened his arms. “C’mere.” He said, and they laid down in the filthy bed exchanging lazy kisses and soft touches. Stiles let his thigh creep between Derek’s legs and slowly pressed it against Derek’s cock. He felt hard as a rock against his soft skin and Derek moaned into Stiles’ ear, breath hot against his skin. “Are you ready for me babygirl?” Derek was so sweet and soft now, taking care of Stiles and making sure he was all there. Keeping the eye contact for a little longer than necessary, just to be sure of his cognizance. Stiles nodded with a steadfast look. “My pussy is all yours daddy.” In spite of his convincing stare, Stiles’ cheeks became flush with the color of embarrassment. He was an insatiable little thing and Derek was gonna know it all.

“Such a good little girl. Roll over on your stomach princess.” Derek kissed his shoulder and soft touches let him onto his stomach. “Just stay right there for now.” He said. Derek’s fingers pressed into Stiles again and he was sore by now. But he so desperately wanted to feel Derek inside him it didn’t fucking matter. He moaned into his pillow. This time Derek wasn’t preparing him, having already fucked him loose enough on his fingers during the 4 orgasms. He was simply making sure Stiles was wet enough for him. A little more lube was added, and Derek loosened the top button on his pants. Stiles turned his head around to look at him and Derek smirked at him knowingly as he pulled out his cock. There was no other way to describe it than massive. It was very fucking big and mouth watering like nothing else Stiles knew. He wanted to suck it, by God did he want to suck that big dick, and get mouth fucked by it. But the time for that wasn’t now. Derek sat on top of Stiles’ thighs making it hard for him to move. “Okay baby I’m gonna go real slow, just let me get inside your pussy at my pace, okay?” It was like he knew Stiles’ hunger for him. He slowly guided his dickhead inside Stiles’ opening and it was fucking incredible. The stretch of it an entirely different sensation than that of his own fingers, Derek’s fingers, or of his dildo. It was just right. A hot soft, but hard thing opening him up in the best possible way.

Agonizingly slow Derek bottomed out. Every inch of him slotted inside Stiles’ warm and wet ass. He moaned this deep unbelievable thing, and Stiles felt his dick twitch at it. How the fuck it was still alive after the way it had just been abused, Stiles didn’t know, and he honestly ignored it, focusing on Derek’s pleasure. Derek’s hands gripped Stiles’ hips and using him like one would one of those realistic fuck toys. He just started fucking into him with vigor. Stiles was relaxed and let Derek do whatever he needed to do. This was all for him now. Everything Stiles had to offer he gave to Derek. So when Derek slowed his pace, pulled out, and picked up Stiles at the hips, so he was presenting for him nice and open, he followed like the good girl he was.

“Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you? You just love being used like this, aah, oh my god. Baaaby how are you still so fucking tight I can’t believe how good you are to me.” Derek was obviously in the throes of it, but Stiles loved how Derek had called him a slut. It was a wonderful thing to be allowed to be this hedonist person he usually kept away from people, and then be praised for it. Derek started fucking him harder and harder, grip on his hips tightening, leaving fingerprint bruises. Stiles kept his head low, but at a particularly good stroke, he lifted his head back against his back, and Derek grabbed his hair and pulled, hard. Stiles almost lifted of the bed and his back arched tight and relentless. The feeling of Derek fucking him sent lightening through his body, and even though he had just had four fucking orgasms, his dick was once again hard. Derek’s grunts turned deeper and more animalistic. He lifted Stiles entirely of the bed by his arms, plastering him against his chest. The werewolf strength suddenly coming into play in a very real way.

Stiles was honestly just hanging on for dear life. He was leaning against Derek’s chest while Derek held him open by his thighs and fucked up into him with no mercy. It was a hard and fast kind of thing, the sounds of their skin smacking against each other filling the room, while little moans fell from Stiles’ lips, and Derek fully turned more beast than human. No claws, but Stiles was almost certain that if he could see Derek right now, he would see his eyes glowing at him, and fangs protruding a little out of his mouth. “Fuck baby, fuck you’re so wet and so tight. I can’t believe you feel so fucking good. Oh my god! I’m gonna come soon.” Derek lowered Stiles onto the bed again and with superhuman speed he rammed into him while he was lying face first into his pillows and blankets. Derek’s noises grew guttural and deep, and tipping over the edge, he slammed into Stiles with hard steady thrusts, prostate being massaged expertly by his big dick. And then... Stiles fucking came again. Right when Derek came. He thought this was something that only happened in porno, but as his body felt the sensation of Derek’s dick twitching inside it, filling him with his come, Stiles was just thrown right into the orgasm of his life. It was a whiteout sort of thing. Seeing stars was too dull of a term. Stiles was the star, and he was exploding and turning into a supernova with Derek. They were this indescribable thing the universe had never seen the likes of before. Pure, hard earned pleasure filled the air between them as they rode out their orgasms together.

Derek fell on top of Stiles. A sweaty and panting mess, leaving little kisses on Stiles’ back and shoulders. Soon enough he rolled off him and landed on his back just catching his breath and leaving one of his hands on Stiles back, to weakly pet him with the back of his hand. Derek was spent all right, and Stiles? Well Stiles was honestly not there. He was head down ass up in his pillows, drooling and breathing while he slowly regained consciousness. What the fuck had just happened?

“Oh my god Derek, oh my god. OH my fucking god.” Stiles laughed into his pillows as he finally regained control of his body and rolled over on his back to look at the other man, smiling big. Derek was laughing as well, genuinely just letting the feeling of what they had just done wash over him. They were both high. So fucking high they didn’t understand what the fuck was going on. It was incredible. Stiles let his hand touch Derek’s chest, tracing the lines of his pecs and his abs. “I can’t believe you’re this fucking good looking and you just made me come five fucking times. Like what the hell?” Derek looked at him and smiled. This incredible genuine smile Stiles had never seen on his face before, and it made his stomach drop. He was gorgeous when he was happy. Fucking fuckety fuck. Feelings? He didn’t want to confront that right now.

Derek let a hand cradle Stiles’ face as he leaned in to kiss him. “You’re mine now right princess?” he let his forehead rest on Stiles’. Stiles closed his eyes. “All yours daddy.” He could feel Derek’s smile practically radiating of off him and he smiled too. “Next time I would love for you to wear an entire outfit. How do you feel about that?” Stiles chuckled. Next time. “Yeah sure, yes, I would like that.”

Derek kissed his forehead quickly and got up from the bed. A little anxious Stiles sat up to look at what he was doing, but he was just getting water like any other time he had left the room. This time returning with a bag of nacho cheese Doritos that Stiles had stashed in one of the cupboards in the kitchen. “How the fuck did you find...” He almost finished his sentence, but Derek just looked at him deadpan. “Oh yeah, forgot the werewolf sniffer.” Derek rolled his eyes, but a fond smile played on the edge of his mouth. The water was divine, and the chips were honestly fucking incredible. Just what they needed. Derek stayed over and slept with Stiles and when they woke up, he was still there. Wrapped around the boy, and it was gonna take a lot for him to let go again. What a fucking no brainer.