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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_kink_bingo, Humiliation, Barebacking, Plot_What_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-10 Words: 1387
****** How I ruin everything by saying it out loud ******
by Roxie_Ann_(pluvial_poetry)
Summary
     Stiles knew that he was the low ranking, bottom of the totem pole
     member of Team Werewolf or whatever they were going to call it.
Notes
     Completely pretentious title for what is simply nonstop raunchy porn.
     Whoops!
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles knew that he was the low ranking, bottom of the totem pole member of
Team Werewolf or whatever they were going to call it; the bitch, figuratively
speaking. The one who does all the research, figures out all the answers, and
then gets left behind while the top dogs take care of business.
Whatever, it's official, Stiles is the bitch. It's just more literal now,
because he's on his elbows and knees in the middle of the woods, Derek fucking
into him from behind; blunt, hard jabs that make Stiles grunt and whine, the
muscles of his little hole eager and flexing around them.
His voice has gone needy and pitiful, it sounds so loud, with his moans echoing
back at him over the rustle of the trees. He spreads his knees wider for Derek,
bends down further. His face is pressed into the ground, the leaves there are
cool against his flushed cheeks, and he shivers, his bottom lip trembling. No
one is going to find them, no one can even hear them, not all the way out past
the Hale house, but he tenses at even the possibility that maybe Jackson, or
Scott, or somehow his dad, would see him like this, full of Derek's cock and
liking it, his own erection curved up against his belly, dark red and painfully
hard. What would he do, what would he say? Yup, I've been sucking Derek's dick
for a couple of weeks, apparently I love the taste of come now, and so maybe
I'm attracted to guys too - that's something new and exciting for me. And then
forget about ever getting together with Lydia: he'd have to move to a new town,
start a new life, change his name. Well, that part wouldn't be so bad-
"Stiles, relax," Derek says. Commands, really; sharp and dominating, his hands
heavy on Stiles's hips, tilting him up further so that Derek can go deeper.
Voice of the Alpha, Stiles thinks, a little hysterically, but he does loosen
up, lets his body go limp until Derek can just sink all the way into him. At
least Derek can't complain that he's useless anymore, because hey, looks like
Derek found a way to use him after all.
Derek's in as far as he can go, Stiles can feel every inch of his cock, thick
and pulsing inside of him, and it's kind of ridiculous how good it feels. More
than he would have imagined being opened and taken could feel. He probably
shouldn't like it this much, his dick jumping and spitting out precome, his
thighs already slick with lube; he's so wet, just like a girl. It's disgusting,
he's disgusting and filthy, the Alpha's little bitch.
"You love it," Derek growls, and Stiles flinches, because now Derek is
apparently reading his mind. "Tell me." He's hunched over Stiles's back,
panting hot against the back of his neck, against the tender, raw bite marks
that he's left there.
Stiles grimaces, twisting on the ground. "Derek, c'mon." He doesn't actually
want to have to say it, doesn't want Derek to make him say it. But the words
are just there, already spilling out of him before he can stop them, like
usual.
"Fine, I love it! I need it, okay? I-I think about it all the time, I can't
help it. I need it so m-much," Stiles stutters, his tongue tripping over itself
to say everything Derek wants to hear. Derek laughs at him, dark and low and
his throat, and Stiles closes his eyes, embarrassed, squirming with shame, but
once he starts he can't stop.
"I love it when you fuck me, how big your dick is, dude, Derek." The fucking
Adderall, man. He's full-on blushing, the color spreading down his neck and
chest, he's such an idiot, but he can't shut up.
"You're so sexy, I think about you when I jack off, it makes me so hard, oh my
god, Derek!" Derek is fucking him fast and deep, and Stiles's dick is full and
aching, he's so ready to come, it hurts. He humps at the ground, little
helpless movements, wishing he could get a hand down around himself. Not that
he's gonna need it, he'll get off anyway, just from having Derek's cock inside
of him, stretching him tight and wide, hitting that spot, he's already seeing
stars, he's gonna come, gonna explode, and he's saying this out loud, isn't he?
"Yeah, you are. Keep going," Derek says it like an order, not that it needs to
be, they obviously both know Stiles can't keep his mouth shut for long.
"It's good, so, so good, when you do it this hard, when it hurts a little," and
then preemptively, in case Derek gets any ideas, "Don't stop, don't want you to
stop, I want it like this, I wanna still feel you in me after you're done."
He's slurring his words now, he's practically drunk on cock and humiliating
himself, but he's almost too far gone to care anymore. The coil of
embarrassment in the pit of his stomach tightens with every thought of what an
enormous cockslut he's being, easy little bottom boy. How pathetic he must look
on the ground, his pants shoved down around his ankles, begging for more of
Derek's dick, and he can feel his balls draw up just thinking about it. It's
incredible and intense - the arousal mixed with the shame.
He's too close, he needs to come now, so he does, comes hard, his cries high-
pitched and broken. It shakes his whole body, one long wrecking shudder, it's
only Derek's grip on him that keeps him from collapsing and probably blacking
out. Derek grunts in response and ruts harder, and Stiles takes it all, the
sound of it grossly obscene in the quiet of the night: the rhythmic pounding of
their hips snapping together, the squelch of lube in his ass as Derek pulls out
and screws back in.
"Stiles!" Derek groans as he finishes off, his cock ramming home hard, his
teeth grinding together before they open around and snap closed on one of the
bites on his shoulder. He's filling Stiles up with his come, Stiles can feel it
inside of him, how slick and sloppy he is where they're joined together.
Derek keeps humping him through it; short, gentling thrusts, the both of them
moaning as the last of tremors shake them, Derek's ragged exhales warming the
side of Stiles's face, a come down from the high.
Stiles wriggles underneath Derek when he can move again. He's sweaty and
covered in come and leaves, his whole body sore and tired, but he still has
enough energy to manage a little modesty when Derek finally pulls out and rolls
him over, covering his softening cock with his hands. Not that he has any
modesty left to protect, if Derek rolling his eyes at him means anything. Also,
he feels strangely good. Really, awesomely, best orgasm ever good, probably
because he's some kind of glutton for punishment, like a masochist, or
whatever.
Because this thing with Derek is wrong, like crazy wrong. He's underage, and
Derek is kind of a weirdo, and oh yeah, a werewolf who made him his bitch, so
he probably shouldn't be as into this as he is, already wondering when they can
do it again, because despite how very, very hot the whole thing has been, it's
also been all kinds of humiliating, and shit, he's thinking out loud again,
isn't he?
"Yup." Derek pulls him to his feet, helps him drag his boxers and his jeans
back into place when he has trouble using his hands, takes a second to wipe
away the worst of the dirt from Stiles's face. He can be sort of sweet after
sex, almost like he isn't a psycho the rest of the time. "Time to go home,
Stiles," he says, his usual scowl in place, but Stiles is doesn't mind.
He's letting Derek walk him back to his jeep and thinking, maybe this is what
Scott feels like when he's all wolfed out, or when he's with Allison. He's
thinking, leaning against Derek's side a little and not being pushed away,
maybe the fact that this is just so wrong is what makes it feel so right.
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