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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      sterek, Sex, Porn, Car_Sex, Knotting, Cumplay, Fingering, Oral_Sex,
      Swallowing, Derek_swallows, bareback, No_Lube, Rough_Sex, dominant!derek,
      Moaning, Masturbation, shoe_fetish, Dirty_Talk, Anal_Sex, Anal_Play,
      Barebacking, Doggy_Style
  Series:
      Part 1 of New_Places_To_Do_It
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-13 Words: 3718
****** Car Hood ******
by ColetheWolf
Summary
     Derek gives his apology to Stiles hard on the hood of his car.
Notes
     First time writing porn...hopefully I did well.
Derek kept his focus on the road ahead of him while Stiles slouched in the
passenger seat whistling. "Stop it." Derek snapped. Stiles looked at Derek with
annoyance before he let out a long whistle and sighed. He looked around for
something to play with. Completely bored out of his mind, he started fidgeting
with a gum wrapper he found in his sweater pocket. When that didn't ease his
boredom, he sat still for a few seconds before looking down at the zipper of
his jeans. Stiles grabbed onto his bulge and squeezed it tightly. He smirked
and looked at Derek who wasn't paying any attention. Stiles stretched his arm
over and began rubbing his hand on Derek's package at an attempt to get him
hard as well.
"What are you doing Stiles?" He asked calmly while he kept his eyes on the
road. "I don't know…what does it feel like I'm doing?" Stiles asked as he
smiled and continued gripping onto Derek's piece. "It feels like you're
breaking our agreement. You agreed that if you didn't maintain at least a B- in
every class, then there would be absolutely no sex." Derek took Stiles' hand
off of his package and tossed it to the side. Stiles sat there stunned for a
moment. He didn't actually believe Derek meant what he had said before about
the whole no sex rule. And how could he actually stick with it? Stiles knew how
horny Derek got at times, so he couldn't rationalize the fact that Derek didn't
want it. Stiles continued to sit there quietly trying to figure out what to say
and how to say it. He smirked.
"Okay. So you're telling me that if I took out your cock right now and put it
down my throat, you wouldn't like it?" Derek shook his head. "Yes I would like
it. But this time you're keeping your word." Derek paused. "And just because
I'm making you keep your word doesn't mean I don't like having sex." Stiles
slouched down farther in his seat still hard and throbbing trying to figure out
what to do next. "Come on Derek. Please. Two C minuses isn't that bad and I
promise I'll work harder…after we do it." Derek just sat there focusing on the
road. Once Stiles realized Derek's decision wasn't budging, he played the
'toddler tantrum' card.
"Okay FINE! I guess I will just go to sleep when I get home knowing my own
boyfriend turned down sex just because of a grade. And it's not even your
grades! It's my grades and I can do what I want with them. You're a jerk."
Stiles rambled on, getting louder and louder but Derek didn't seem to mind.
Realizing even his somewhat temper tantrum didn't work; Stiles put his face
against the window and closed his eyes. About ten minutes passed and Derek
heard Stiles start snoring. He did feel kind of bad knowing it had been a long
day out of town, and they had been in the car for about six hours. Stiles
continued to snore while Derek pulled a blanket from the back seat and put in
on Stiles. A good thirty minutes passed and Stiles woke up. He wiped the drool
off of his cheek and stared mindlessly at the road. Derek could tell Stiles was
still angry at him. He knew Stiles wasn't the best at holding grudges, but
Derek didn't like the fact he was so upset over something as stupid as sex.
"Are you still angry?" Derek asked. Stiles ignored him and kept his eyes on the
road as he curled up with the blanket. Derek rolled his eyes and shook his head
slightly at the fact Stiles was being so immature. A moment of silent passed
before Derek asked another question. This time making sure Stiles couldn't
resist answering. "Are you still hard?"
Stiles froze curled up to the side of the passenger door debating on whether to
answer. "Nope. Sucks for you." Stiles' response shot at Derek like a cold wind.
He was definitely still upset. Derek kept his left hand on the steering wheel,
while his right hand rested on Stiles' thigh. He squeezed it gently and smiled.
"Stop being so upset. I know you can't hold a grudge."
"Yeah I can. And I am." Stiles whined. Derek took his hand off and Stiles'
thigh and sighed angrily. "Stop acting like a child." Stiles threw the blanket
off of his body in protest and he turned to face Derek. "Why don't you stop
acting like my dad and stop giving me punishments because I can't focus in
school. Well you know what, I can't focus in school because I'm always thinking
about all the shit that happens." Stiles paused to take a breath. "I have to
constantly deal with the murders than happen in this city. I have to help Scott
with his many difficulties in life. And not to mention I have to put up with
your moody werewolf ass every day!" Derek pulled off to the side of the road
and slammed on the brakes. He turned to Stiles and put his finger in his face
to enforce authority. "Don't blame this on me Stiles! I'm just trying to help
you out!"
Stiles scoffed. "Oh thank you for helping me. Leaving your boyfriend horny and
lonely every night is so very heroic." Sarcasm flooded the car as the two
stayed in the same position facing each other. The two continued to exhale
loudly expressing their anger. Although Stiles sat there with one of the
angriest expressions on his face, his scent said otherwise. Derek could smell
the loneliness, the urge, and the lust. It took him a few seconds to realize
that Stiles really did miss him. It was true, Derek had been paying so much
attention to his pack and to the hunters that he had completely given Stiles
the short end of the deal.
Derek's face shifted from aggravation to something close to sadness. He placed
his hand on the side of Stiles face and kissed him. Derek could hear Stiles'
heartbeat settle down.
"You're right. I haven't acted like a boyfriend at all. So I'm…I'm…" Stiles cut
in. "Sorry." Stiles smiled. He knew sorry was one of the hardest words for
Derek to say. He didn't quite understand why, but it didn't matter. Derek
didn't have to actually say the word for the feelings to transfer. Derek nodded
his head.
"Ok. I'm sorry too. You were only trying to help—" Derek kissed Stiles again.
But this time, harder. When Stiles expected it to end, Derek kept at it. "What
are you doing Der?" Stiles broke the kiss. "Being your boyfriend and not your
dad." Derek leaned into Stiles over the stick shift and armrest while his
tongue explored the defined ridges of Stiles' collarbone. His left hand gripped
tightly onto Stiles' bulge while his right hand tugged softly on Stiles' hair.
Stiles' body practically twitched with pleasure as Derek's body heat
overwhelmed him. Stiles' nails dug into the back of Derek's leather jacket as
he let Derek kiss up and down his neck. By now, his dick was aching as it
pressed against the inside of his jeans. Derek's own bulge grinded against
Stiles' as he scrapped his nails gently along Stiles' chest.
"Derek…this is a little tight." Derek ripped off Stiles' shirt and began using
his tongue like a dagger of pleasure as he circled around Stiles' Adam's apple
and nipples. "Good. It's better when you're tight." Stiles tapped on Derek's
shoulder making him stop. "No. That's not what I meant. I mean it's too tight
in here to do anything." Derek stopped and looked around at the tiny exterior
of his car. He smirked. "Then how about we get out?" Stiles smiled at Derek's
suggestion.
"What about people driving by?"
"Does it really matter?" They both got out in a hurry and moved to the front of
the car. Stiles laid down on the hood of the car while his legs wrapped around
Derek's waist. He shivered as his shirtless back made contact with the cold,
metal of Derek's car. Derek dragged his tongue along Stiles' stomach until he
reached his belt. As he unlatched Stiles' belt, he continued grinding his now
fully hard cock against Stiles' thighs. He gripped the band of Stiles' pants
and slowly pulled them off, tossing them to the ground. Stiles' cock sprung up,
tenting his blue boxers. Derek smirked as he began stroking the massive piece
through the binding fabric. Stiles squirmed on the hood of the car, running his
fingers through Derek's hair as Derek's hot, and wet mouth slid along Stiles'
happy trail. The precum dripping from Stiles' cock was slowly forming a bigger
wet spot on his boxers. While the smell of it nearly suffocated Derek with
lust.
Digging his claws into the band of Stiles' boxers, Derek pulled them off and
smiled as Stiles' throbbing dick sprung up at the night sky. He took a tight
grip to his cock and gave it a few slow, and sensual tugs. It felt like a bolt
of hot, orgasmic lightning shot throughout Stiles' body. The heat from Derek's
beefy hand and the chill from the night wind made Stiles writhe around on the
hood of the car. As Derek kept his grip, precum oozed out of Stiles' cock and
slowly slid down the shaft.
"God, Derek…" Stiles moaned as he sat up. He sucked lightly up and down Derek's
neck while he unbuckled Derek's belt. Derek's pants slid down and loosely hung
on his ass. He attempted to stand up, but Derek pushed him back down on the
car. "What are you doing?" Stiles questioned. Derek ran his hands up Stiles'
stomach, practically intoxicated by the scent of lust flowing from Stiles.
"—I'm giving you something I've never given you before…" Stiles' eyes widened
at the realization. "Wait…you mean…" Derek cut off his question.
"—yes Stiles."
Stiles pushed Derek's head down towards his pulsating cock eagerly awaiting the
heat of Derek's mouth on it. As any teenager who was about to receive their
first blowjob would have, a smiled stretched across Stiles' face. Derek did not
get scared, but giving a blowjob for the first time was a difficult topic to
come to. He was excited, all while hoping Stiles was comfortable and getting
pleasure from it. Derek was slightly intimidated by the massive size of Stiles'
dick. For 18 years old, having a 9 incher seemed abnormal. His cock was long,
skinny and stood in a straight line with a fat head in a deep shade of red. It
was much different than his own. Derek's cock was maybe only 8 inches. But it
was so unbelievably thick when it was fully hard. And it slightly tilted upward
which is why Stiles always had the best orgasms since it constantly pounded
into his prostate. Stiles typically liked to mess around with the large vein on
the shaft with his tongue, so Derek wasn't complaining.
Derek slid his tongue across the leaking slit of Stiles' cock. He kept
tremendous, pleasurable pressure on the base of Stiles' dick while he held it
in his hand. Stiles' moaned and pulled on Derek's hair while he slid his cock
down his boyfriend's throat. The tangy and salty taste of Stiles' precum shot
across his taste buds. It didn't take long for Derek to like that taste. In
fact Derek loved it. It was Stiles' own juices. It was unique like his scent.
And although Derek's scent was suppose to be flowing through Stiles, Derek
didn't really mind. His eyes locked in contact with Stiles' as he moved up and
down slowly on Stiles' dick. He took more and more into his mouth making Stiles
moan harder. Stiles' toes curled, while his nails dug into the metal hood of
Derek's car.
Derek moved faster and faster, sucking harder and harder on Stiles' cock. It
was blazing with heat as it scrapped along the roof of his mouth. Derek pulled
the cock out of his mouth leaving his lips covered in a precum/saliva mix. He
licked along Stiles' stomach before going back down. Stiles was writhing around
more, his toes seemed to be locked in a curled position. His cock felt like it
was getting bigger inside Derek's narrow, slick throat. "Derek…Der," He kept
his grip on Derek's hair as he struggled to speak out.
"Dammit, Derek I'm gonna cum!" Stiles' breaths got harder and faster as he
involuntarily thrusted into Derek's mouth. Derek didn't seem to care about the
warning. He just continued going, bobbing up and down slowly making hot wet
slurps when he occasionally stopped to take a breath.
"Ah….Derek! FUCK!" Stiles' entire body jolted as he felt his load stream into
Derek's mouth. He moaned loudly into the quiet night while his cock continued
to pulsate, shooting ever last drop of cum. He watched as watery, white cum
dripped down the corners of Derek's lips landing on the shiny black hood of the
car. Derek took Stiles out of his mouth and squeezed the still twitching cock
making sure Stiles was completely unloaded. He had swallowed the majority of
Stiles' seed but pin thin streams of jizz glistened in moonlight while they
stayed painted down Derek's chin.
Stiles' tried to catch his breath but was interrupted when Derek forcefully
pulled him closer. He picked Stiles up from the hood, turned him around and
bent him back over the cum stained car. "It's only fair you help me get off
after I did that for you." Derek took off his shirt and let his unbuckled pants
fall around his ankles. "I agree. Just go slow at first." Derek dropped his
boxers to the ground along with his pants and began stroking his cock. He
slapped it on Stiles' bare ass forcing Stiles to acknowledge the fact he was
about to take it. Stiles gripped onto the sides of Derek's car awaiting the
thick rod to slide in. "I didn't bring any lube Derek. You're going to have to
manage." Stiles tuned his head to look at Derek's reaction. Derek already knew
what to do. He spit on his fingers, spread Stiles' ass and rubbed the slick
makeshift lube around the clenched entry. Stiles moaned as Derek slowly
inserted his index finger up to the knuckle.
Although getting barely fingered didn't sound like much, Derek's fingers were
way bigger than Stiles. They were thick and rough. Stiles knew how to handle
his own fingers, but he always seemed to get caught off guard when Derek put
his in. Soon both of Derek's fingers were inside Stiles' tight ass. He slid
them slowly in and out before inserting another finger. He was three fingers in
when Stiles just begged for Derek to put his cock in. Of course Derek accepted
the lust filled plea. He was so fucking horny and as hard as a rock. Derek's
right arm wrapped around Stiles' waist and his left hand slowly guided his
huge, fat cock into Stiles' tight hole. Derek moaned along with Stiles as it
slid in. He couldn't believe Stiles was still so tight after all the hard
rough, wild sex they had experienced.
Derek tried to go slow, but he just wanted it so badly. He began pounding away
as Stiles whimpered with every thrust. "Dammit Stiles you're so fucking tight."
Derek growled out as he thrusted deep inside of Stiles. Stiles bit his lip
while he put his foot on the front of Derek's car. He kept it there for a mere
second before realizing Derek had hold him not to do that the last they were
doing this. "Shit, your car, I forgot."
Derek grabbed Stiles' leg and put it back on the car as he bent him farther
over. He spread Stiles' ass wider and watched his fat cock slide in and out of
his boyfriend's tight hole. Derek slid out and slapped his dick on Stiles' ass.
Stiles loved with Derek teased. He spread his legs wider, and pushed his ass up
higher in the air ready to take more. Derek smirked and slapped his palm on
Stiles' pale ass. He watched as a palm print began to form. Derek was ready for
more. This time he didn't slide in. He didn't thrust in. He slammed in, as hard
as could and nearly shot his load when he heard to moans and whimpers leak from
Stiles' lips. "FUCK DEREK! That feels so good!" Stiles growled out. Derek
turned Stiles around from the bent over position he was in. He laid Stiles back
down on the hood of his car before resting Stiles' legs on his shoulders.
Stiles was still wearing his Adidas sneakers and for some reason that drove
Derek wild. Stiles loved how him wearing shoes during sex turned Derek on.
Derek kept his pace at ramming hard into Stiles' ass. He sucked softly at
Stiles' calf muscles while Stiles' legs remained on Derek's shoulders. His
rough, callused hands moved up and down Stiles' beautiful body that was laid
out so beautifully on the hood on his car. The moonlight made the sweat on
Stiles' body shine. "Like that Derek. Keep doing that. Fucking shit keep doing
that!" Stiles moaned. "I love it when you moan for me."
Derek kept thrusting harder until Stiles screamed out like he had never before.
For a second Derek paused thinking he hard hurt Stiles, but he quickly wiped
away the concern when he saw Stiles writhing around in pure pleasure. "Right
there Derek! Right there! Derek knew immediately he was hitting Stiles'
prostate and gave an almost greedy smirk as he pounded harder into it. The
sound of Derek's thighs hitting against Stiles' ass echoed through the empty
street. Derek squeezed Stiles' balls while he kept going. The sweaty teen's
body shook in ecstasy as Derek kept a steady rhythm thrusting deeper and harder
into Stiles' tight hole.
"Fuck yeah!" Stiles' horny outburst of profanity only made Derek want to fuck
him harder, but something was slowing his thrusts. His eyes shot open as he
felt something barely familiar happening. It had only happened a few times
during masturbating as a teen. But Stiles knew what was happening. "Is that
your knot Derek?!" Stiles asked. "I think. I'm sorry, I didn't know it was
going to happen…" Derek explained.
"Doesn't it only happen when you're like…super horny?"
"I. am. super. horny." Derek paused and stopped thrusting. "Do you want me to
try to pull out?"
"Fuck no. Your knot is already getting bigger. You might as well keep going."
Stiles took in a deep, raspy breath. "It feels so good Derek…go as hard and
deep as you can!" Derek stood there surprised at Stiles and began pounding as
hard as he could, even though his enormous knot was keeping him from going full
speed. Stiles' moans were turning into orgasmic screams while Derek grew inside
of him. Stiles could tell Derek was going to cum. And not because of how big
Derek felt inside of him. He learned over their other sex sessions, that when
Derek was about to blow, he typically got really quiet until the moment of
shooting.
Beads of sweat dripped off of Derek's face as he pulled at Stiles' hips forcing
Stiles' body to meet with his thrusts. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!" Derek yelled out as
he shot deep inside of Stiles. It didn't seem to stop, he kept shooting his
load into Stiles' ass. It was a different experience for Stiles. It kind of
burned, but tingled with pleasure at the same time. It felt like hot water was
mixing around in his stomach. Derek did a few short, hard thrusts to make sure
his load was deep inside Stiles. Knotting meant mating. And even though it was
unexpected, Derek wanted to make sure Stiles smelled like his cum for weeks.
Derek grasped onto Stiles' dick and began furiously stroking it. Stiles had
already came once. But he couldn't leave Stiles hard. He kept stroking watching
Stiles' face change from expression to expression. Stiles grabbed onto Derek's
shoulders and he shot his load. Surprisingly it was even bigger than before.
His load landed in various places, including his chest, face and even his hair.
Derek smiled as he looked down at his cum covered boyfriend. He ran his index
finger through a small pool of Stiles' jizz and fed it into Stiles' mouth. He
had never done this before, and didn't know what possessed him to do it. But it
was hot. Stiles' licked at Derek's fingers. He moaned at the sweet taste of his
own seed. Why hadn't he done this before?
Derek's knot receded and he pulled out. Stiles felt Derek's still steaming hot
seed begin to leak out. Derek began to very slowly push the cum back in with
his fingers. Stiles looked slightly confused but aroused at the same time. "I
want you to stay filled with my cum." The two kissed and caught their breath.
They dressed as they stayed in silence. Absolutely nothing could wipe the
smiles of their faces. Once they got back into Derek's car, Stiles finally
talked. "You're amazing Derek. And you fuck like a pro. How much porn do you
watch?" Stiles laughed. "I don't watch it. Why would I watch two other guys
fuck, when we can just do it?"
"I guess you're rig—" Stiles paused in mid sentence and looked down at his
jeans for a second before crossing his legs tightly. "Uh… Derek. I know you
shot a huge load, but did you really shoot so much that it's actually leaking
out right now?"
Derek smirked. "I can smell it." Stiles shook his head. "This is kinda gross
now."
"Don't lie Stiles. First off, I can see you getting hard again. And second, I
know you like the feeling of it pooling in your boxers."
Stiles looked shocked. "…Seriously, you're amazing. Can we just go again? Right
now? Please?!" Derek shook his head. "We have maybe an hour left until we get
back to Beacon Hills. When we get back…We'll see."
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