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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Sterek-AU, Werewolves_don't_exist, Teacher-Student_Relationship,
      teacher!Derek, Student!Stiles, Blow_Jobs, Swallowing, Anal_Sex,
      Fingering, First_Time, Loss_of_Virginity, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Dom/sub
      Undertones, Power_Imbalance, creepy!derek?, Abusing_Position_of_Power
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-29 Words: 5241
****** Energy Exertion and Force ******
by ColetheWolf
Summary
     Mr. Hale took away Stiles' good grade for the semester with no good
     reason as to why. Stiles has it get it back.
Notes
     I find Teacher/Student Sterek fics really, really hot. So I decided
     to write one. Hopefully it's good. It's unbeta'd.
See the end of the work for more notes
“I’ve been working my goddamn ass off all semester to keep this A. Then my
phone goes off one time during your class, just one fucking time, and you knock
me down two letter grades because of it! Are you serious right now?!” Stiles
barked, hunched over Mr. Hale’s desk with his index finger pointed directly in
his face.
Stiles was furious. No way would a C in Physics do any good when he applied for
a college. It wasn’t fair that he worked so hard to keep an A in Physics up
until two days before Winter Break where the reward for it all was a slap to
the fucking face.
Stiles knew he should have seen it coming though. Since the beginning of
school, Mr. Hale’s class was more of a double edged blade.  Yeah, Mr. Hale was
the hottest piece of ass Stiles had ever laid his eyes on. And yes, it was a
struggle to last fifty-five minutes every damn day listening to Mr. Hale go on
and on about energy exertion and force, when all Stiles could think about was
the amount of energy exertion and force Mr. Hale could be giving him on one of
the desks after class. That was one side of the blade. The other side was the
fact Mr. Hale seemed to live with one goal in mind. To ruin Stiles’ life.
Every day in class was like a game of dodge ball. Except the balls were
detention slips, and the helpless victim, usually hit in the face by the ball,
was just Stiles. The journey to the principal’s office with a detention slip in
hand was more of a daily ritual. Then having to hand over that piece of yellow
papered shame to one of the Beacon Hills High secretaries grew less
embarrassing and humiliating with every passing day.
High school was just a prison and Mr. Hale was the warden that could be mean as
hell, yet look extremely sexy while doing. At least Stiles had a piece of eye
candy to gawk at for the next two years until graduation. That is, unless Mr.
Hale managed to up his meanness gauge from a mild Miss Gulch all the way up to
a smoldering Lucifer and make it so Stiles couldn’t graduate...
Mr. Hale huffed out a breath of air as he stood up from his chair. He crossed
his arms slowly and let the fingers of his right hand tap judgingly on his left
bicep. He flexed on purpose. Stiles was a typically timid student.
Confrontation was not of his nature, so intimidation would put him in his
place.
“Watch your language, Mr. Stilinski. If this is your best attempt at trying to
get your point across like a civilized person, then I doubt you’ll get very far
in life.” Mr. Hale scoffed. He pushed Stiles’ pointed finger away from his face
with a smug smirk formed in the corner of his lips. He knew he had pushed even
more of Stiles’ buttons by purposely taking the whole situation nonchalantly.
He could see the rage being built brick by brick inside the lanky seventeen
year old’s body.
Stiles shivered with anger when Mr. Hale pushed his finger away. How dare he
even have the audacity to act so calm when he was the cause of the problem.
“You’re such an asshole. I have worked so hard for an A in your class and I had
it. Until you take it away two weeks before report cards are filled in and
submitted. You did it on purpose! I earned that A, and you know damn well that
I did!” Stiles yelled as he tried to not let tears spill from his tear ducts.
Mr. Hale, however, remained unmoved by Stiles’ little temper tantrum. He
crossed his arms once again and stood still in front of Stiles. He wore nothing
but the same emotionless, uncaring, total douche bag smirk on his face as he
pierced into Stiles’ eyes with his own.
Mr. Derek Hale wasn’t set out on a mission to be an asshole towards his
students. There were occasionally some students that he felt should toughen up.
Stiles whined and complained when something didn’t go his way rather than
actually stand up and fight for what he wanted. Derek was simply pushing Stiles
to the edge. He wanted Stiles to stand up. He wanted Stiles to get all up into
his face with nasty and vicious remarks. He wanted Stiles to yell and scream.
Push and punch. Lean in and kiss.
Did Derek dare dream of kissing Stiles? His own student? Yes. He did. Did he
dare dream of bending Stiles over his desk, pulling down his pants, and fucking
him hard right there on the same desk he sits in to teach during school hours?
Again, yes he did. He wanted it. He wanted to do it.
In fact Derek found fantasies of pounding Stiles’ ass stuck inside of his own
mind quite frequently. There was something about the power he held as an
educator that made him hard as rock when he thought about fucking one of his
students. Especially when that student was Stiles Stilinski.
Stiles’ father was the sheriff. Having sex with Stiles would be extremely
risky. Illegal. Taboo. But all of that made him want to do it more. The
excitement of doing it made Derek shiver.
Derek caught Stiles staring at him nearly every minute of every day during
school. Sometimes he would purposely drop a pen or pencil during class and bend
over to pick it up, just to turn around and see Stiles biting on his lip, or
sweating, or tapping his foot eagerly on the floor. Derek had no doubt in his
mind that Stiles thought about getting down and dirty with him. It was like a
mutual feeling. But nevertheless, Derek still had to keep his composure. The
time wasn’t right.
Stiles nearly hissed through his teeth we he saw how emotionless Mr. Hale
remained even after his small tantrum. Without thinking, Stiles lunged forward
and pushed Mr. Hale. He regretted what he had done the moment his hands made
contact with the firm muscle of Mr. Hale’s chest. Now his grade would stay a C.
He would probably get expelled for hitting a teacher. His chance at getting
into a good college was gone.
Derek stumbled backwards into the chalkboard with a loud bang. He stayed
shocked for a moment before he stood upright, straightened his tie, dusted
chalk powder from his shirt and looked directly at Stiles.
“Detention, Mr. Stilinski.” He said. Derek opened up a drawer behind his desk
and pulled out a detention slip. He wrote the ‘usual’ down on the paper.
“Stiles was extremely defiant. He disrupted my work. Detention for the next two
weeks. After school. 2 hours a day.”
Derek paused when he finished writing on the paper. “Actually, your punishment
will be slightly different this time around, Stiles. Instead of reporting to
the office after school for the next two weeks to serve your detention, you are
to report here.”
“Are you kidding me? Now I have to spend two extra hours a day with you. You’re
fucking joking right?” Stiles sighed and crossed his arms.
Derek crumbled the yellow piece of paper and threw it into the trash bin that
sat in the far corner of the classroom. He looked up at Stiles.
“All you do is sit in the office at chat away with the secretaries you’ve
become so close to since you cannot keep your ass out of trouble! DO YOU
UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING?!” Derek’s voiced boomed. For the first time since
forever, Derek yelled.
Stiles stood there. He eyes stayed wide open as Mr. Hale yelled directly in his
face. It was terrifying, but such a turn on at the same time. Damn. Who knew
Mr. Hale could sound so forceful? So dominant. Maybe even a little psychotic.
“Nod your head yes or no when I ask a damn question. I asked, do you understand
what I am saying?” Derek said again. His voice wasn’t a scream this time, but
it still sounded terrifying.
Stiles nodded immediately. He didn’t want to anger Derek any more than he
already had, but then again, he kind of did. Maybe they could have awesome
anger sex up against the wall or something. Vivid daydreams flooded into
Stiles’ mind instantly.
“You will be here at exactly 3:15pm every day after sixth period.” Derek
gestured to Stiles’ assigned seat. “And your ass will stay in that chair for
the entire two hours. So take a piss, tie your shoe, jerk off… whatever it is
that you need to take care of before you come in here. Understand?” Derek
asked.
Stiles just continued to nod. He couldn’t believe Mr. Hale actually just said
‘jerk off’. He wasn’t complaining though. Definitely not complaining.
“Good. Now get the hell out of my classroom.” Derek demanded and pointed
towards the classroom door. Stiles rushed out in a hurry.
…
The next day, 3:15pm barreled entirely too fast towards Stiles. It felt like
everything in the day was on fast-forward up until the school bell rang and
Stiles was forced to head off towards Mr. Hale’s room. Slight excitement sat
still in Stiles’ stomach as he walked towards the dreaded room 683. Stiles was
excited because, well, to put it simply…he was going to be sitting in a room
all alone with Mr. Hunky Hale. It would be just the two of them. Everyone else,
including the teachers cleared out of Beacon Hills High by about 4:00pm. Then
and only then would they be entirely alone.
Stiles finally came up to the room. He knocked on the open door. “Uh, hey Mr.
Hale. I’m here for my detention.”
“Sit down. Now.” Derek said sternly as he looked up from the newspaper he was
reading. He watched Stiles make his way casually across the classroom and until
he sat down in his assigned seat. Derek looked back down at his newspaper and
continued to read through it.
Stiles sat at his desk silently. It had only been about three full minutes
since he had sat down, and he was already bored out of his mind. He tried to
tap his fingers on his desk to pass time but Mr. Hale only kept telling him to
stop it so Stiles focused his attention on Mr. Hale.
Mr. Hale just stayed completely quiet as if he were lost in the newspaper he
was reading. His legs were propped up on his desk as he sat slightly reclined
in his chair. Stiles loved when Mr. Hale wore those black trousers. They were
so tight and always bunched up at Mr. Hale’s crotch when he reclined in his
chair. It gave the illusion that he was sporting a pretty huge hard-on, which
of course gave Stiles’ mind something to think about.
Mr. Hale wore a tight fitted, button up, navy blue long sleeve shirt.  The
sleeves were rolled up to the bend of his elbows which let him showcase his
sexy, hairy forearms. A black and grey striped tie hung loosely around his
thick neck.
Stiles continued to stare at him. He didn’t even realize that he began to drool
on his desk. His mind was fuzzed and all he could focus on was how much he
wanted to suck at Mr. Hale’s neck and jaw line.
Mr. Hale suddenly looked up from his newspaper when he realized how quiet the
room was. Stiles was being way too quiet and way too motionless. There were no
tapping sounds of a pencil being hit against a desk in the form of a rhythm.
There was absolutely no sound of shuffling papers being dragged out of Stiles’
backpack. It was peculiar.
“Take out your homework and get started, Stiles. Staring at me isn’t going to
help your grade.” Derek explained. He watched Stiles jump slightly when his
voice broke the silence. Derek looked back down at his newspaper, using it to
hide his smirk. He had caught Stiles, mouth gaped open and eyes glued to the
front of the classroom where he sat reading. That speck of drool sitting on
Stiles’ bottom lip wasn’t because he was bored.
“I, uh. I don’t have any homework today. I finished it all up earlier, sir.”
Stiles replied. And even if he had had any homework left to finish up, he
wouldn’t have done it anyways. Staring at Mr. Hale was much more satisfying to
his mind and body. Getting all hot and bothered in class with his object of
lust sitting only a few feet away was all Stiles wanted to do.
Derek set his newspaper down onto his desk, put his feet back down on the
floor, and sat upright. “You knew you had detention today. Why didn’t you bring
other work to do? Sitting here and staring at me read a newspaper isn’t a
punishment, which is what detention is supposed to be.”
“Okay, first of all, I wasn’t staring at you. I was trying to read the Garfield
cartoon on the back of that paper but your giant hand kept blocking the panels.
And second of all, I thought you’d at least have something for me to do here.
File papers. Grade quizzes. Anything…”
Stiles chewed on his bottom lip and crossed his legs while he stayed seated at
his desk. He tried to make it seem as unnoticeable as possible, but the matter
of the fact was that there was no way to hide the growing bulge in his pants.
He didn’t want Mr. Hale to notice it though.
Stiles’ face grew red with every second that passed. He tried to think of all
the boner killers in the world, but nothing was helping. He was rock hard
within seconds and all Mr. Hale had to do was look down and see.
“Hey, uh Mr. Hale…can I go to the bathroom real quick?” Stiles asked.
Derek didn’t even have to look down to see that Stiles was hard. Stiles’ body
language and mannerisms gave it away. The fact was, Derek was hard too. His
trousers were tented and he could feel the material of his boxers straining to
hold his piece down. Lucky for him, Derek’s desk hid it from Stiles’ line of
vision. Derek didn’t want to hide it though. He wanted to relieve himself. He
wanted Stiles to relieve himself as well.
Derek pushed down at his boner so that it stayed pressed sideways against his
thigh rather than protrude as a tent from his crotch. It didn’t matter though.
The tightness of his trousers were definitely going to show it off. As soon as
he stood up, Stiles would get an eyeful. And if things went as Derek wanted,
Stiles would end up with his ass plugged up with cock.
Derek stood up and walked over towards Stiles. He made his way to the front of
Stiles’ desk and leaned in. “Why do you need to go to the bathroom, Stiles?
Didn’t I tell you to take a piss before you came in here yesterday?” He asked.
Stiles couldn’t believe it. Mr. Hale was standing right in front of him with a
huge boner. Dammit. Stiles tried to stay calm though. He kept his eyes locked
with Mr. Hale’s to avoid accidentally locking eyes with something else.
“Yeah, I know. I just..I-I really need to go. Just real quick.” Stiles mumbled
out. Sweat began to bead at his forehead, and his cock was only throbbing
harder in his jeans.
“Are you sure you just don’t need to go to the bathroom before I see how hard
you are in your jeans, Stiles?” Derek questioned with a wicked grin. “Stand up,
Stilinski.”
Stiles stood up almost instinctively. There, Stiles and Mr. Hale stood eye to
eye. Toe to toe. Throbbing erection to throbbing erection.  Stiles had
swallowed down his nervousness when Mr. Hale mentioned his erection.  He
guessed it was because he just didn’t hide it well enough and Mr. Hale just
happened to catch a glimpse. It was either that, or Mr. Hale deliberately
waited and watched until Stiles was hot and hard.
Since Stiles was too dazed to speak, Derek decided to make the first move. He
reached out with his hand and slid it across Stiles’ jeans clad erection
tenderly. “Do you mind if I help you get rid of this instead of you doing it
yourself?” He asked and continued to stroke Stiles gently through the fabric.
“What about yours though?” Stiles whispered out. He was drunk off of the way
Mr. Hale was groping him. Caught up in a high he didn’t want to come down from.
No one could blame him if he wasn’t making much sense. He didn’t want to talk.
He just wanted Mr. Hale to keep touching.
“Don’t worry. You’ll return the favor.” Derek said and sunk to his knees in
front of Stiles’ cock. He unbuttoned Stiles’ jeans and unzipped them slowly.
Derek hooked his fingers into the band of Stiles’ jeans and pulled them down
along with his boxers.
Stiles was still rock hard. His cock, newly freed from its confines, throbbed
in the warm, stuffy air of the classroom.
Derek gripped Stiles’ cock and stroked it until there was no possible way it
could get any harder. With almost every stroke, pre-cum spurted from the slit
and fell down to Derek’s shirt. Eventually his shirt was spotted with wet spots
from only Stiles’ pre-cum. The teen obviously had a huge load waiting.
Derek’s lips finally pushed inward to wrap around Stiles. He forced his mouth
down on it and took it directly to the back of this throat with ease. He didn’t
even gag. Derek kept his tongue swirling around the head and shaft as he bobbed
up and down. It was slow at first but he gradually picked up pace and began
taking it deeper into his throat.
Stiles was definitely above average. The fact that he was seventeen and held
such a huge piece was surprising to say the least. Stiles’ cock was long and
hard. Probably the hardest Derek had even seen a cock get. Maybe it was because
Stiles was a horny teenager. Or maybe it was because Stiles was so turned on
that he was getting a blowjob from his teacher.
Throbbing, twitching, and leaking, it was at least eight inches in all of its
glory. Stiles was cut as well, with a nice set of balls to match.
Derek pulled off of Stiles to talk. He gripped his hand around the shaft and
stroked it gently while he repeatedly dragged his thumb over the leaking slit
as he spoke. “You’re bigger than me, Stiles. Very impressive.” He snorted
laughter, then went back to suck.
Stiles stood wobbly on his feet as Mr. Hale went down on him. He felt like he
could topple over at any second. Stiles was kind of taken aback when he found
out that he was bigger than Mr. Hale. To be honest, it made Stiles feel
powerful. In both his fantasies and wet dreams, Mr. Hale always had a bigger
cock. It was just a fantasy Stiles had. Thinking about his hot teacher with a
monstrous cock being strapped down and locked away behind boxer briefs and smug
fitting trousers was something Stiles often thought about.
Stiles bit down on his lip and moaned when he felt his cock hit the back of Mr.
Hale’s throat. “H-How are you doing this? You feel amazing.” His hands gripped
tight in Mr. Hale’s hair.
Derek pulled off and looked up into Stiles’ eye. He smiled and licked his lips
free of pre-cum and saliva. “This isn’t the first time I’ve sucked cock,
Stiles.”
He then went back down on Stiles and took it faster and faster into his throat
this time. He used one of his hands to massage Stiles’ balls as he worked. He
could feel them tightening up, drawing upward. Stiles was close and Derek
wanted what Stiles was storing in those beautiful balls of his to pour down his
throat.
Derek put his hands on the sides of Stiles’ waist, egging him on to fuck into
his throat faster. Stiles took the hint and bucked just a bit faster into Mr.
Hale’s hot mouth.  Never in his life did Stiles think he’d actually have his
teacher down on his knees with his cock stuffed down his throat.
“God…god, Mr. Hale.  FUCK!” Stiles’ hips stuttered as he shot his load down Mr.
Hale’s throat. Moans and slurps of satisfaction seeped out of Mr. Hale as he
swallowed. Stiles’ body shook and twitched as he finished emptying. He made
sure every last drop was out.
Derek’s eyes had shot open when he felt the heat of cum jet down his throat. It
allowed him to see Stiles throw his head back in ecstasy as his orgasm rocked
him. Derek had almost forgotten what it felt like to swallow. The overwhelming
taste of thick, salty cum hit on his taste buds and made him want more. He
sucked harder; forcing every last drop out until Stiles was completely spent. 
Derek pulled his mouth off of Stiles’ softened cock and stood back up. He led
Stiles back over to the teacher’s desk. Stiles sat down on the desk and Derek
stripped off the jeans and shoes still situated at Stiles’ ankles. Once they
were off, Derek pulled Stiles’ legs apart. He looked down.
Stiles’ hole was pink and puckered. Obviously hadn’t been fucked or fingered in
probably forever.  Derek slapped the palm of his hand against Stiles’ hole and
smiled when Stiles yelped.
“Do you think you can take me, Stilinski?” Derek asked. He reached around to
the drawer of his desk, opened it and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom.
“I can. If I can’t…you can make me take you.” Stiles breathed out. He was
finally about to see Mr. Hale’s cock. Never mind that, he was about to get
fucked by Mr. Hale’s cock. His heart even jumped a beat when he saw the lube
and condom get pulled from the drawer.
“I like the sound of that.” Derek smiled and uncapped the bottle of lube. He
poured a glob onto two of his fingers then pressed them to Stiles’ hole. He
pressed in slowly and carefully. Surely he didn’t expect Stiles to be able to
take two fingers just yet. However he was surprised at how relaxed Stiles
remained. There were little to none involuntary clenches that typically
happened. Stiles obviously had done this before.
“So you’ve done this before?” Derek asked as he massaged his fingers into
Stiles’ hole.
“With my fingers. Sometimes. I’ve never taken anything bigger.” Stiles answered
back with his body completely relax as he felt Mr. Hale’s fingers press deeper
inside.
Derek slid his fingers out of Stiles and unbuckled his own belt.  He pulled a
chair out from under one of the students’ desks and pulled it closer. Derek
kicked off his shoes. He dropped his pants and boxers, took off his shirt then
piled each article of clothing on the floor.
Derek sat down in the chair he pulled out. He had nothing on except his tie and
long black dress socks. His muscles glistened with a faint mask of sweat. His
chest was amazingly built, with hair dusted upon it. Derek stretched his legs
out as he kept in the chair. He stroked idly at his cock to get it harder.
Stiles watched when Mr. Hale undressed. That was without a doubt the hottest
body he’d ever seen. He couldn’t believe a teacher had a body like that. When
Derek had turned around for a brief moment to take his pants off of his ankles,
Stiles caught a glimpse of something black on Mr. Hale’s back.
It was a tattoo. A spiral. Stiles wanted to ask what it meant but he got too
caught up in how much hotter Mr. Hale was for being inked up as well as how
muscular his backside was.
“Come here.” Derek called out, still seated in the chair. He watched as Stiles
jumped up from the teacher’s desk and walked towards him. Derek took the condom
foil in-between his fingers and opened it. He took out the condom and rolled it
onto his length slowly while he kept his eyes locked with Stiles’.
Stiles watched the latex stretch over Mr. Hale’s cock. He was cut. Around six
and a half to seven inches. His cock was unbelievably thick, and it tilted
slightly to the right. Veins stretched down the length, straight to the trimmed
down patch of dark hair.  
Derek poured lube onto his cock and slicked it up for Stiles. Finally he was
going to have Stiles Stilinski ride his cock. Something he had been thinking
about doing for a while now.
“Come over here, and get yourself on it for me.” Derek said with a smile. He
beckoned for Stiles to move in closer. Stiles did.
“Yes sir.” Stiles responded and moved in. He took off his shirt and turned
around so that his backside was facing Mr. Hale. Stiles took his hands and
pulled his own ass cheeks apart then carefully lowered himself down on Mr.
Hale’s dick.
The first press in hurt a little. Mr. Hale was thick. And even though Stiles
had practice with taking his fingers, a fat cock was a whole other feeling.
“You’re huge. You’re huge. You’re huge.”  Stiles muttered the words over and
over again under his breath as he forced the rod deeper into his hole. Stiles’
mind was frazzled. All of his thoughts were jumbled and the only words he could
spit out were profanities.
Derek felt as the heat of Stiles’ tight hole began to encase his cock. Stiles
was taking it nice and slow, which was absolute torture considering all Derek
wanted to do was buck, ram and pound Stiles’ ass to nothingness. Derek finally
gave up on taking it slow. He grabbed Stiles by the waist and pulled him down
onto his lap completely. His cock felt like it barely fit inside. Stiles had by
far the tightest ass he’d ever encountered.
“HOLYFUCKINGSHIT!!!! DUDE!” Stiles screamed out as he was pulled down. He felt
full. Like his insides were split apart by his teacher’s dick. The burn and
uncomfortable feelings fled Stiles’ body and mind within moments of taking Mr.
Hale inside.  It began to feel good. Absolutely amazing. A sparky sort of
tingly sensation deep in his stomach kept making Stiles’ body convulse and
twitch as Mr. Hale began thrusting.
“Yeah, baby. Take it.” Derek moaned into Stiles’ ear as he kept a steady
thrusting rhythm into the seventeen year old. He reached his hand around and
gripped Stiles’ throat as if he were going to strangle the teen. But of course,
he didn’t. Something snapped inside Derek though. It made him feel more
aggressive. He wanted to be rough, wild and extremely dominant. He wanted to
dominant Stiles.
Stiles swallowed hard when he felt Mr. Hale’s grip around his throat. He wasn’t
scared though. Instead it only made the experience hotter.
Derek stopped thrusting momentarily, and stood up from the chair along with
Stiles who still had a cock buried in his ass. Once they were upright, Derek
pounded away even harder than before. It was a new angle which allowed a better
possibility of finding Stiles’ prostate. Derek didn’t care to bend Stiles over
the desk either. He didn’t want to give Stiles that privilege. He wanted Stiles
to have nothing to grip onto. Nothing to rest on.  Derek was the one holding
him up.
Stiles stayed lax for the most part. He was lost in the feeling of Mr. Hale’s
rapid thrusting. In and out like a jackhammer. The slapping sound of Mr. Hale’s
balls striking Stiles’ ass filled the empty classroom along with Stiles’ pleas
of “More, Mr. Hale.”  “Please fuck me harder, Mr. Hale.” “Please.”
Lucky for Stiles, Mr. Hale held his body up during the fucking. He used Stiles
like a sex doll. Stiles did as he was told. Mr. Hale had complete control.
When Derek said “bend”, Stiles bent over. When Derek said “Moan for me”, Stiles
moaned. And Stiles did it all automatically like he didn’t even have to think.
“Here’s the deal—” Derek pulled Stiles’ face closer to his as he remained
pounding. “If you can make me cum in the next minute, you’ll get back up to an
A in my class. How about that?” He asked.
“Fuck yes!” Stiles yelled and pulled off of Mr. Hale’s dick. He spun around and
dropped to his knees. He looked up at Mr. Hale with glossy brown eyes and hoped
to get further instruction.
“Can I use my mouth? My hands?” Stiles asked then rolled the off condom of Mr.
Hale’s throbbing girth.
“As long as you get me off.”
Stiles gripped Mr. Hale in his hand and tugged furiously, much like how he did
when he jerked himself off. Mr. Hale’s cock looked even harder than before. It
was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum to the floor as Stiles pumped it faster
with his hand.
Stiles watched while Mr. Hale began to wobble and shake where he stood. He knew
that he was dragging Mr. Hale closer to the edge with every pump of his fist.
Soon enough Derek broke.
With a breathy “Stiles.” moaned under his breath, Derek’s cock spurted stream
after steam of thick cum onto Stiles’ face. He looked down as it happened.
Having his cum splattered diagonally across the teen’s face was a sight Derek
wanted to remember. The way pieces of Stiles’ hair drooped down, matted with
jizz, made Derek smile.
“Oh god.” Derek gasped as he helped Stiles up to his feet. He looked at the
clock then back at Stiles. “And with only seconds to spare.” He laughed.
Stiles chuckled then picked up one of his shirts from the ground. He wiped at
his face with it to soak up the salty liquid plastered on his face.
“So I get the A now, right?” Stiles questioned. He picked up his clothes and
got dressed as Mr. Hale did the same.
“You got the A back. I promise.” Mr. Hale laughed and slid on his boxer briefs
before putting on his pants. By then, Stiles was already dressed. His face was
wiped clean of any evidence of what they did, however his shirt was stained
with the remnants of Derek’s cum.
Stiles stayed quiet and bent down to tie his shoes. “Will you stop being such a
dick all the time though?” He asked and looked up to Mr. Hale, who did nothing
but smirk and put on his shirt.
“You’re going to have to work me harder to unlock that reward.” Derek said. He
straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair.
Stiles stood up. “Work you harder? As in we can do this again?”
Derek smiled and handed Stiles his backpack. “You still have detention every
day, after school for the next couple weeks, Stiles. You’ve got plenty of time
to persuade me into being nicer.”
 
End Notes
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