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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf), Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Hand_Jobs, Boypussy
  Series:
      Part 2 of Stiles_and_his_magical_Cunt
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-18 Words: 1789
****** His Heat ******
by Mutakan
Summary
     The first installment of this series. Stiles goes into his monthly
     heat. At least he is lucky to have Derek by his side to help him out.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
One can't tell how strong a werewolf's scent is until they give you a funny
look.
A look that Derek keeps throwing at him.
From across the room.
At top volume.
Stiles did his best to stand still. He knew what Derek was smelling. He could
feel it. It was almost twenty days since they had met Derek. Nearly twenty days
since Scott was bit. And it was now twenty-eight days since this happened last.
He was in his own version of heat.
Every twenty eight days, Stiles would go into a heat for three days. He'd be
hot under the collar. He'd want to surf the internet for every form of porn he
could get his ears and eyes on. And he would jerk off like crazy.
He gulped at the hungry stare he was getting from Derek. That morning when
Scott saw him at school he told him what he was smelling. It was embarrassing,
and Scott kept telling him; "Tmi, TMI!" Leaving Stiles feeling better, a goofy
grin on his face. Both of them sharing a laugh. Promising each other to never,
ever mention this again. To anyone.
He shifted his stance again. Staring down Derek's gaze. Not wanting to back
down on this. Its wasn't like the wolf would try anything with Scott right
there. "Let's take a break. We'll figure out what to do about this later. I'm
starving. Stiles?" he blinks out of his thoughts as Scott calls his name.
"Hm?" he blinks, "Uh... yeah. Yeah." he watches as Scott leaves out his bedroom
door. Calling that he'll text him later if he gets any info. Leaving him alone
with Derek.
Who's stepping closer.
Who's now in his personal space.
"Why do you smell like this?" he asks, leaning in to graze his nose against
Stile's buzz cut. "Like a female in heat?"
"Um..." he gulps. "I... I don't have to tell you that, man. That's personal!"
he inches away.
"Stiles. Hold still." he grumbles, reaching out to grip the youth by his
biceps. "You smell so good." he rumbles. Bringing his nose against Stiles'
throat. Nuzzling his stubble into the boy's throat. "Its like your both. Are
you both, Stiles?" he sighs against his throat. Licking a stripe from his
collar bone to his chin.
"Ngh... no... well yeah... but no." he stammers. "I... I'd have to show you..."
he jerks free, checking the time on the clock that rests on his night stand.
Then shuts his bedroom door. "Its rare, okay? So don't judge me!" he huffs. He
removes his button up flannel shirt. Backing up as Derek sits on his bed, just
watching. He pulled his tee shirt off over his head. "See? No boobs. I'm all
boy." he gulps. Knowing his heart probably pinged at that.
Derek only raised a brow. Though said nothing.
Stiles fidgets a bit, looking around the room while he removes his shoes.
Toeing off his socks. "See? Even have boy's feet." he says, holding one up. His
jeans covering most of his foot. He shuffles his feet as his hands rest on his
jean buttons. Taking a deep breath he opens them up, and pushes them down.
Leaving him in boxer briefs. He clasps his hands near his groin. "There, see?
All boy." he gulps, having lost his nerve to be nude and prove to Derek that he
was a normal guy.
"I can tell your lying, Stiles." he says, raising a brow at the teen.
He looks around his room, blushing brightly. Making that sweet scent fill his
room further. "F-fine!" he grounds out. Hooking his thumbs into his shorts.
Pushing them down to his knees. Bending over as he does, they fall off once
they reach his calves. He stands up straight, blocking the view of his groin
from Derek with both his hands. "There, naked. All male." he gulps out.
"Stiles." Derek murmurs softly, standing up. He takes a few steps towards the
teen. "Just show me, so my wolf will calm down. Your scent is driving both of
us crazy." he says softly. His eyes flashing blue. His arms rub at Stiles'
upper arms, down to his forearms. Gently pulling his hands away from his groin.
The sight that greeted him left him breathless. "How is that possible?" he asks
in awe.
From the waist down, Stiles held female organs. He was blushing brightly. "I'm
male... but a condition from my mom's side..." he blinked a bit, looking away
from Derek as the other man held his arms up and out of the way. "I'm just
special I guess." he says after a moment.
"Yes." Derek sighs, falling to his knees before Stiles. "Yes you are." he
rumbles. The scent of the youth's sex making his own jeans tight. "I have...
can I?" he asks uncertain. "Will you let me?" he asks, looking up the flat
plains of Stiles' body to his face.
"You...? You want to?" he asks, feeling dizzy. The last person he showed his
body to, just about laughed in his face. "I... please? Please, Derek?" he
whimpers. He spreads his stance. Watching in awe as Derek leans into his
personal space. Pressing a soft kiss to his smooth sex. "Ah."
Derek moans at the flavor of Stiles' heat. He placed his mouth against the
slick pussy mound. Nearly picking Stiles up by it, his hands on the boy's hips.
A smirk pulling at his lips at the startled at the sound the boy makes. He
twists around, laying Stiles on his childhood bed. Sighing in pleasure as
Stiles shyly opens his thighs to Derek.
"Please... Derek?" he asks softly, a blush painting his cheeks. His fingers
digging into the sheets as Derek took mercy on him.
His tongue grazed between the tight folds. Marveling how smooth Stiles' sex
was. He groaned as he tasted how aroused Stiles was becoming. How wet his folds
were with each lick and swipe of his tongue. His eyes glowed brightly in the
dim light. Watching Stiles' face as he used his fingers of his left hand to
spread his lips apart. "You taste so good, Stiles." he moans. Brushing his
tongue firmly against the swollen clit.
"Ngh! Please!" he cries out, spreading his thighs further. Arching his back as
Derek presses a finger curiously into his sex. "N-not gonna... find anything."
he murmurs shyly. "I uh..." he blushes brightly. Watching Derek raise a brow at
him.
"Its fine, Stiles. You don't have to explain anything to me. I don't care if
you did it yourself, or if someone did it for you. Long as they didn't hurt
you, okay?" he asks the teen. Watching his face carefully.
"No. He... he didn't hurt me. I asked him too." he says softly. "I trust him.
He was gentle with me. I promise." he wiggles his hips up at Derek. "Please?
I... I wanna feel what its like to be with a werewolf. And... this isn't
something I'd do with Scott." he blushes brighter. "Oh man, just thinking about
him is drying me up." he groans. Hiding his face in both of his hands.
"Hey!" He inches up until his face is against Stiles. "Don't hide from me." he
gently pulls his hands away from his face. "You want to feel this in you?" he
asks, having stripped himself while he gave Stiles oral sex. He rested his
uncut cock against his inner thigh. Pressing gently against Stiles' thigh.
"Hmm, baby? You want this cock in your little cunt?"
Stiles whimpers, nodding his head as he reaches down to pet Derek's cock.
Gasping at the heat that rolled off of Derek's body. "Its so big." he says
softly. He wiggles his hips, parting his thighs further. Murmuring gently in
pleasure as Derek settles between his thighs. Feeling his sex become more slick
as he stroked Derek. Maneuvering his cock until the hidden head brushes against
his moist folds. "Ngh... so big and hot. Sure you'll fit?" he teases.
Derek pants loudly, loving how Stiles handled his cock. Groaning as his slick
painted his cock head. "Only one way to find you, baby." he took hold of the
base, pressing the tip of himself against Stiles heat. "Let me know if I hurt
you, okay?" he asks, pausing until Stiles nodded. Whispering for him to go
ahead.
They both groaned as Derek spread Stiles folds around his girth. The push was
slow, a slight burn to his sex as the wolf eased into him. "Gah... so big!" he
whimpered. The sound causing Derek to halt, a look of concern on his face. "No!
Oh no, don't stop. Please keep going." he arched up against Derek. Feeling him
slip in deeper. "Want to feel you claim me."
Derek gazed at Stiles gently. Searching his face. After a moment he jerked his
hips forward. Driving in deeply. Making Stiles cry out in pleasure. Soon his
cock was bumping against his cervix. Marveling how deep the boy was. "Think I
could get your pregnant, Stiles?" he asked, nuzzling his face and throat as he
started to pump his hips.
"Ngh! I... I don't know. I don't do that during my heat like real girls." he
stammers out, reaching down to rub at his own clit. Gasping as Derek knocked
his hand away, using his thumb to rub at the boy's clit. Wanting to bring his
pleasure all by himself. "Derek... please!" he cried out, gasping as Derek bit
at his throat. His hips working harder. Bumping more firmly against his cervix.
"Ngh! Gahh!" cried Stiles. Clenching down as all the over stimulation finally
sent him over the edge.
He growled against Stiles' throat. Clamping his teeth down sharper. Feeling his
erratic pulse. Tasting his orgasm. Wanting to fill the boy with his hot seed.
While the idea of Stiles pregnant with his pup makes him light headed. He
pulled out, moaning at the loss of Stiles' wet heat. He used his thumb and
knuckles to press his cock firmly against Stiles' sex. Humping against him
until his cock spurted rope after rope of his seed across Stiles' front. A
satisfied rumble escaped him as his scent marked the boy under him.
"Hah... ah." Stiles panted loudly, trying to come back down to Earth. "That...
was... awesome." he licked his lips. Eyes feverish. "Can I keep you?" he asks
after a moment.
Derek only grins, nuzzling further into Stiles throat. Pressing his body
against the teen's. "Don't think you can ever get raid of me now." he huffs.
"Not with my scent painting your body."
"Don't remind me." grumbles Stiles, making a face. They look at each other for
a moment before they both start laughing.
~The End.
End Notes
     Leave a comment if you have a pairing idea, or if there is something
     you'd like to see in the next installment that wasn't in this one in
     "Why Stiles has a Cunt," It will help me stay organized.
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