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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:
      Porn, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Oral_Sex, Intercrural_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-07 Words: 3200
****** Hot Werewolf Fucks Loud-Mouthed Teenager With Huge Cock ******
by GiggleSnortBangDead
Summary
     "Hey, bro, why didn’t you tell me you’re a porn star? I thought that
     was the kind of info friends shared. I’d have told you if I was a
     porn star.” He blinked, and then added, “Actually, I don’t think I’d
     stop talking about it.”
Notes
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“Oh, Coach, it’s so wet and it’s all over me.”
“Oh my God.”
“Do you have something warm I could change into?”
“Holy shit.”
“I got something that can keep you warm.”
“No fucking way.”
Stiles was staring, open mouthed, unblinking, at his computer. The porn on his
computer screen. The terribly acted porn on his computer screen. The terribly
acted porn on his computer screen that starred Derek Hale.
How the fuck was this his life?
And how the fuck was that guy’s body even legal?
Checking the date, Stiles could see it had been posted a few years back. Derek
would have been maybe twenty-five. It would have been a year or so before he
came back to Beacon Hills. Right then, he’d been sucking a hickey onto some
twink’s neck with such bravado that Stiles would have applauded if it weren’t
for the fact that he was completely and totally in shock. His whole body was
frozen - except for one hand, that had risen to palm himself over his boxers.
But that hand totally didn’t count. He didn’t have control over that hand.
The twink was making the most obnoxious sounds - that Stiles actually wouldn’t
have minded if it hadn’t been that Derek Hale was the one causing them. Derek
pushed down the other guy, who, in turn, eagerly pulled off his gym shorts.
Derek was some sort of coach and the twink was a soccer player on some sports
team which was so stupid and, Oh my God, Derek was huge.
Stiles was furiously stroking himself as he watched the twink choke on Derek’s
huge cock. Derek reached down to pull the guy off his huge dick and flip him
over the bench and Stiles was pretty sure this was probably one of the greatest
days of his life. And, the next thing he knew, Derek was shoving his tongue
into the wildly moaning twink’s ass. That didn’t last too long and soon Derek
had spread and lubed up the other guy, pushing in his huge erection.
“Oh my God, Coach, you’re so huge. Fuck me.” the twink begged. Derek said
something equally ridiculous but Stiles didn’t really catch it, being too busy
groaning and thrusting up into his own palm to notice.
As luck would have it, he climaxed at the exact instant Derek came inside the
other guy’s ass. Stiles looked between Derek’s grinning face and his come-
covered fingers. The video ended and Stiles sat very still, allowing himself to
bask in his confusion.
~~~~~
Since stumbling upon “Coach fucks high school soccer player twink with huge
cock,” Stiles had had a hard time thinking of anything else. He’d be doing
something with the pack or homework or grocery shopping and all he could do was
imagine how awesome it would be to fuck Derek. Stiles even kind of really liked
him - severe personality flaws and all - though it was more than he ever wanted
to admit. He could see the dark, brooding appeal to the guy. Before Stiles knew
it, Derek was the person he thought about that way, constantly and exclusively.
When the train of thought persisted for two weeks, and he’d watched the video
about a thousand more times, he decided that he needed to do something about
it. This was easy enough to orchestrate due to the weekly pack meeting that
Stiles could always, accidentally, arrive early, no big deal.
So, that Thursday night, he showed up an hour early. Derek Hale had opened the
door to him, seeming confused.
“Stiles. You’re early.” he had stated.
Stiles tried to fake confusion. “Am I? Gosh, Scott told me that it was at six
tonight. That rascal.”
Derek scrutinized him carefully, must have heard something in his heartbeat (or
just not been convinced by Stiles’s truly impressive performance), but let him
inside.
“Can I get you something?” he mumbled, leading Stiles into the kitchen.
“Yeah, ice water, thanks.” Derek retrieved this for Stiles. The minute his back
was turned, Stiles took a deep breath. He then poured the water all down his
front. It was a lot colder than he had expected.
“Oh, shit, it’s so cold and it’s all over me.” The other guy in the video had
sounded much sexier. Stiles had a sneaking suspicion that the water he’d used
had not actually been cold.
Nonetheless, Derek froze and turned slowly. Stiles shivered, but tried to look
sexy, which was hard when his entire body just wanted to huddle up on itself
and try to retain some heat. “Do you have something warm I could change into?”
Derek looked like he might pop a vein. Stiles was feeling pretty stupid at this
point. He just now realized that he hadn’t thought this through. Of course
Derek wouldn’t just play along and then fuck him with his gorgeous, huge cock.
This was reality - not poorly scripted porn.
“What.” Derek finally got out.
“Shit. I really am cold.” Stiles whined. “Do you have a towel?”
Derek didn’t move. “What.” he repeated.
“Oh, no.” Stiles groaned. “I broke you. I seriously didn’t mean to do that.
Sorry.”
“You,” Derek began. “How did you find that?” And, quite suddenly, he seemed
pissed - like, really pissed. He took a step forward.
Stiles put his hands up. “Uh, well, I was surfing the web and that popped up
and the guy looked like you so I thought I’d watch it and then it was you and,
hey, bro, why didn’t you tell me you’re a porn star? I thought that was the
kind of info friends shared. I’d have told you if I was a porn star.” He
blinked, and then added, “Actually, I don’t think I’d stop talking about it.”
“I’m not a porn star,” Derek muttered. “I only did it twice.”
Stiles eyes widened. “There’s another one?”
Derek looked like he regretted the comment.
“Seriously, dude, why did you make porn? Also, why did you stop? That is also
very important to me.”
Derek glared at him while explaining. “In college, a friend of mine bet me that
I wouldn’t. So I did. Then they bet me I wouldn’t post it. So I did.”
“How much money did you make off this friend?” By which, Stiles meant How much
money would I hypothetically have to pay you for you to do this again?
“For the first one, ten dollars.” Stiles felt himself laugh a little
frantically because that was outrageously low.
“And the second one?”
“The second one,” Derek looked less angry and more embarrassed now. “I was
contacted by an outside source who paid me three hundred dollars. They, uh,
wanted to sign me on because I had the right... Build. For it. But I said no.”
“Why?” Stiles asked, as if Derek had robbed the entire world by doing such a
thing. Which he kind of had, in Stiles’s opinion.
“Because I didn’t want to do it. Also, none of this is your business.”
“Au contraire, you were the one who posted your huge cock on the Internet.”
Derek sighed testily. “I didn’t sign because I had to come back here, okay? And
then things got busy, if you can remember that far back.”
Stiles got very quiet for that moment because, yeah, that made sense. The time-
line matched up. Derek’s promising career in porn had been ruined by all the
Beacon Hill’s craziness. After a pause, he hesitantly asked,“You ever think
about trying again? I mean, things have calmed down here.”
“Why? So kids like you can laugh at me? I think I’ll pass.”
“What?” Stiles flailed. “You think I’m laughing at you? I would never laugh at
you for this. Well, I laughed once when watching it - but it was purely out of
shock and not because of you or your huge cock.”
Derek frowned and snapped, “Stop saying that.”
“But, it’s huge.” Stiles stressed this point and felt proud that his eyes only
darted down to Derek’s crotch once. “Seriously, dude, it’s magnificent. I don’t
even know what to do with myself, I’m so impressed with your dick.”
“Stiles, stop it. It’s weird enough to know that you’ve seen my... stuff.”
Stiles rolled his eyes at him and wondered for the first time how, exactly,
someone this awkward could have possible been in porn. “I don’t think I’ve even
seen you shirtless.”
If this had been a badly-scripted porn, Stiles would have smiled and tilted his
head to the side just a little and asked a coy, ”Do you want to see me
shirtless?” After Derek agreed, Stiles would slowly strip the wet, clinging
garment from his body, letting it drop before them. Derek would say nothing,
but look upon him with passion and take a step forwards. From there, Stiles
would have offered to make things even between the two of them, shucking the
rest of his clothes. Then Derek and his huge cock would fuck him.
As it was, not matter how badly Stiles may have wanted to get naked with Derek,
he didn’t really think he could pull off saying that. Instead, he gushed out a
significantly less sexy,“Well, I’m freezing my ass off and if you don’t get me
a towel soon, you may see just that.”
Derek paused, as if he were considering it.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at him. “Seriously?” Derek shrugged, putting one hand
in his pocket and ducking his head for the moment. His eyes darted up to meet
Stiles’s for a second before smiling. It wasn’t that full, disarming smile he
used on unsuspecting civilians to get them to help him. This was shy and small
and it touched his eyes in the most fantastic way.
Stiles couldn’t, nor did he want to, fight against that. He pulled the shirt
off of him and let it plop to the ground before rethinking it and recognizing
that he should have gone slower, peeling it from his body in a languid, sensual
motion. He should have pretended like it was no big deal - like he took off his
shirt in front of hot, older men all the time. But, with the way Derek was
looking at him, he figured it might not actually matter.
Derek took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. One hand reached up
to lightly brush over Stiles’s left nipple. This man’s hand skimmed over his
chest, his warm fingers constantly moving, caressing over bare, cold skin. One
index finger followed along his happy rail, Derek’s thumb hooking into the very
top of the boy’s pants.
“This doesn’t really make us even.” Stiles observed, pouting a little. “I never
got to touch you.”
“Who said anything about even?” Derek asked, not sounding snarky or
condescending or smug. He sounded genuinely curious as to what had given Stiles
that idea. “I'm taking what’s fair.” And with his other hand, he nudged
Stiles’s head back. so he was baring his neck, and licked a line up that.
Stiles released a hushed breath, his eyes drifting closed. Because this - this
was what he had wanted. Derek’s hands on him. His mouth. Stiles grasped forward
and held onto the man’s broad shoulders, just for stability. Derek pulled back
and the order he barked out was so close to a snarl that Stiles had frozen,
panic flooding over him.
“Hands off.”
Stiles instantly moved to obey, his hands falling to his sides. When Derek
seemed to approve, he gripped at the boy’s waist and the nape of his neck, but
just a little tighter this time, before he brought his mouth to Stiles’s. His
face dipped closer and closer and it was all Stiles could do to keep his eyes
open as Derek’s drifted shut to kiss him. The kiss was sweet, superficial, but
held a certain purpose as Derek nipped at his bottom lip.
Stiles was pushed backwards, bumping into the counter behind him. Derek kissed
across his jaw, tongued his earlobe, bit at his neck. He brushed kisses down
Stiles’s chest and torso before falling to his knees in a ridiculously smooth
motion that made Stiles unsure if he wanted to curse or commend werewolf grace.
Stiles really did want to stop and marvel at the sight before him. Derek,
kneeling, his fingers fiddling with his zipper, his eyes focused on the task
ahead of him. He would have loved to hook his hand under Derek’s chin and tilt
his face up to better take in his parted lips, the light flush on his face, his
wide-blown eyes. And he totally would have if it weren’t for the curl of heat
running through his stomach and pelvis. He could feel tension building in his
entire body as he gripped the counter - which was a poor substitute for running
his hands through Derek’s hair.
Derek tugged down Stiles’s pants and then made quick work of unzipping his own
jeans so he could duck one hand in and palm himself. His other hand curled
around the back of Stiles’s thigh as he leaned forward and mouthed over the
boy’s clothed erection. Derek groaned and shifted on his knees, continuing to
lick and suck and lavish attention onto Stiles’s boxers, just over his cock.
“Nngh, Derek,” Stiles whined. “Come on.”
Derek, needing no further prompting, hooked his fingers into Stiles’s underwear
and slid them down, freeing the boy’s erection. He immediately got back to
work, running his tongue up the slit and then taking just the tip into his hot
mouth.
Stiles’s fingers dug into the counter and he threw his head back, making a
trapped, moaning sound that indicated something similar to agony. Derek took
more into his mouth and hollowed his cheek, sucking him hard. He kept his one
hand on the boy’s thigh, steadying them both, as he jerked himself off.
“Derek, please, fuck me.” Stiles begged, resting most of his weight at this
point on the counter, his legs shaking, his head lolling to the side so he
could look down at the man through half-lidded eyes.
Derek hummed thoughtfully, sending an intense vibration up Stiles’s body,
considering the appeal. He pulled off, the hand clutching Stiles’s thigh moving
to grasp around his cock, and grinned while saying, “I don’t think so. Pack’ll
be coming soon. No time.” He lowered his head again, tonguing the underside of
the boy’s dick. Stiles groaned and clutched at the counter, trying to not
collapse.
“We’ve got, like,” Stiles tried to think of how much time they had until seven.
“Like, a lot of time. Plenty of time. A perfect amount of time.” Derek kissed
the head of his cock, licking off the precome, before taking it into his mouth
again. He whined out a, “Please.”
Derek looked up at him, his pupils blown, his mouth open and lips wet, and,
wow, Stiles could definitely get used to this view. And Derek sighed at him,
looking deeply put upon.
Realizing he had no other alternative, he resorted to, “I bet you five dollars
you won’t fuck me.”
There was a pause as Derek regarded the boy with mild surprise. Finally, he
admitted, sounding a little frustrated, “I don’t have lube.”
Stiles made a little, broken noise in the back of his throat and felt way more
sad than he thought he should be allowed to feel in this position. Derek
furrowed his eyebrows, seeming upset over Stiles's distress, and stood
abruptly.
“Turn around. I have an idea.”
This order was followed with such speed that Derek made a small huffing sound
behind Stiles that sounded almost like laughter. Stile chose to ignore it and
placed this hands on the counter. He could feel heat coming off Derek without
even touching him and heard him spit into his own palm
Derek’s hands came to his hips, his fingers trickling down, nudging his legs
into each other, and he murmured, “Keep your thighs together.”
“Oh my God.” Stiles stated as Derek pushed his huge, slick with spit cock
between his thighs. Derek’s cock was warm and there was some burning friction
there as he thrust his hips forward for the first time, but Stiles didn’t
really think he cared. He pulled back and then slammed his hips forward again,
moaning in chorus with the hopeless groan Stiles let out.
“I’m buying you lube.” Stiles grit out as Derek’s cock rubbed along the
underside of his own and between his thighs, rocking their bodies forward in
unison. “I’m buying you so much lube and then we’re going to fuck. It’s going
to be beautiful,” and here he broke off into a moan as Derek thrust forward
particularly hard. “So beautiful.” he groaned, “Angels will weep.”
“Stop talking.” Derek panted.
Stiles felt himself smile. “I can’t talk, I can’t touch you. ‘S pretty boring
on my side, Derek.”
“Then go home.” and he angled his hips, pushing a little more up, making
Stiles’s breath hitch.
“Okay,” he admitted in a strained voice. “It’s not that boring.”
Derek just rasped out a laugh which became a growl as his pitched his hips
forward even faster. “I’m going to come.”
“Ditto. Wow, we have a lot in common. We should hang out sometime.” But the
last few words were lost as he slumped forward, his orgasm ringing through him
as Derek pounded forward a few more times before joining him.
Derek was hot and heavy against his naked back. The man was resting far more of
his weight on Stiles than was comfortable for over a few seconds. He wriggled
around so they were facing. Derek straightened and fetched a towel to clean up.
“You owe me five dollars.” Derek said, finally, as Stiles was wiping come off
his stomach and thighs.
Stiles paused and gaped at him. “I so do not.” he sputtered out. “If anything,
you owe me five dollars.” He threw the come-towel at him. “I didn’t get
fucked.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “We’ll call it even.”
Stiles narrowed his eyes and muttered, “Fine.” Derek wrapped his arms around
Stiles’s waist and pulled him forward, brushing a soft kiss to his lips.
~~~~~
“Really, Derek? A cop?” Stiles beamed, like this was the best thing he’d ever
seen. They were huddled around Stiles’s computer after the most awkward pack
meeting ever. Stiles had gone home to have a completely normal night - or to
watch the other Derek Hale and His Huge Cock porno - and who should show up but
its star.
“Turn that off. It’s weird to watch.” Derek frowned.
“Aw, I think it’s cute. Look. Look at that cute little trespasser. Oh, are you
spanking him?”
“What does it look like?” the man snapped, pointedly looking away from the
screen.
“It looks like you’re spanking him, Derek.” Stiles’s eyes were glued to the
screen, feeling a that distracting, dizzying heat curl through him. “Wow, look
at you go.”
Sensing his growing arousal, Derek turned his head to the boy, one hand
reaching forward to cup at the front of his jeans. He kissed just below
Stiles’s ear, feeling him still and his breath catch.
Derek’s breath was hot against his ear as he asked, “You have lube, don’t you?”
Stiles turned to him and grinned.
End Notes
     Here I sit - I'm super stressed - Wrote some porn - The stress is
     less.
     (I wrote all y'all a poem!)
     Seriously, though, they just start fucking. Like, wow. You go, guys.
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