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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Boypussy, Barebacking, Cunnilingus, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Vaginal_Fingering, Rough_Sex, Creampie, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski
  Series:
      Part 2 of Perfection_Doesn't_Come_Easy
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-06 Words: 1458
****** Perfect Clarity ******
by myrandomnesslife
Summary
     Derek knew with perfect clarity that he wanted Stiles.
Notes
     sort of sequel to (Not So) Unconventional
Ever since that night when things changed between them, Derek had been trying
to avoid Stiles, but Stiles had been hanging around Derek every chance he got.
To make matters worse, Derek could smell how ripe with want Stiles was. His
sensitive nose always picked up how wet Stiles was when Stiles was around him. 
Derek knew with perfect clarity that he wanted Stiles. It didn’t change the
fact that Stiles was underage. Stiles didn’t seem to care about that, though.
In fact, he made a point to flaunt his body in lewd ways more often than not
and it made Derek seethe, biting his lips in anger, trying to stop his fangs
from popping out. The urge to bite and fuck niggling at the back of his mind,
but he has to restrain himself.
Stiles sighs, slumping down against Derek’s couch. “God, Finstock sucks!”
Derek looks up from where he was messing with some papers on the table adjacent
to the couch. 
"What happened?" Derek tries, stacking the papers neatly and then setting them
back down. They were pages from a bestiary they had printed out. Something
about Nymphs, but Derek couldn’t focus on the research right now. 
"He gave us extra homework," Stiles pretends to pull his hair out, whining.
"It’s irritating. It’s not like I don’t already do extra credit."
"I don’t understand what the big deal is." Derek says simply, getting up from
his spot at the table and walking over to Stiles, sitting down at one of the
empty chairs by the couch. 
"Of course you don’t. You’re not in high school anymore." Stiles huffs
indignantly.
Derek just smirks.
Stiles glares, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t even start.” 
"I didn’t say anything." Derek smiles at him knowingly, crossing his arms.
~*~
Stiles comes over the next day when Derek is taking a shower. Stiles lets
himself in, closing the loft door behind him. He looks around the loft before
he strips out of his clothing, leaving it pooling at the floor of Derek’s bed. 
When Derek comes out of the shower, water dripping down his chest, Stiles
stands there, hands at his sides, licking his lips as he watches a droplet of
water drop down Derek’s abs. 
Derek stares, taking in all the naked skin before him. Derek’s eyes rake over
every mole and freckle, going lower towards the mound in between Stiles’
legs—freshly shaved, Derek supplies, and back up towards Stiles’ face where
Stiles is giving him a look of pure unadulterated want. 
Stiles walks the distance over towards Derek, grasping Derek’s hand in his and
Derek feels his throat tighten. He’s in too deep. He doesn’t know if he can
just say no to Stiles anymore. He wants him too much. Derek lets himself be led
to the bed, Stiles lays back against the soft sheets, spreading his legs for
Derek, his pussy, pink and glistening with his slick. 
"I don’t know what I’m going to do with you." Derek mutters, leaning down on
the floor and in between Stiles’ legs, wrapping Stiles’ pale legs around him as
licks a path up Stiles’ inner thigh, holding onto Stiles’ right leg when Stiles
starts shaking. 
Derek presses a kiss there, before venturing down lower, his tongue finds
Stiles’ clit, sucking it into his mouth as Stiles cries out, grabbing onto
Derek’s hair and yanking it on the dark strands. 
"Fuck! Fuck. I—" Stiles cries, pushing on Derek’s head, shoving him further
against his pussy as Derek eats him out.
Derek grips Stiles’ thighs like a vice, tongue teasing at Stiles’ folds,
abusing Stiles’ clit with his finger, licks over it and sucks it into his mouth
and grins when Stiles moans loudly, yanking hard on Derek’s hair. 
Derek’s fingers slip into Stiles’ hole easily, fucking into Stiles’ body with
ease as he nips at Stiles’ clit once more just to hear Stiles’ harsh intake of
breath, chest panting heavily, pink nipples peaked against his chest. Derek
looks up from in between Stiles’ thighs and smirks, fingers quirking upwards in
Stiles’ body and Stiles’ back arches at that.
Stiles comes with a wail, mouth parted in an ‘O’, warmness gushing in between
his thighs and over Derek’s fingers. 
"Did you just—"
Stiles pants, chest heaving from his post orgasm high. “Yeah, I’ve never done
that before.” 
Derek gives him a disbelieving looks, three fingers still shoved deep in
Stiles’ pussy, drenched in his come. “Really?”
Derek takes his fingers out of Stiles’ body, brings them to his lips and licks
them, eyes glinting. 
"Don’t get cocky." 
~*~
"Fuck!" Stiles yells, barging into Derek’s loft, shrugging off his backpack as
he waltzes up to Derek. "I need you to fuck me."
"What?" Derek stares at Stiles, looking at him and then back to the door that
Stiles just came from. He’s been doing that a lot lately.
"I don’t care! I’m so frustrated and horny." Stiles starts unbuckling Derek’s
belt, hastily, throwing it on the floor when it’s out of the last loop,
dropping Derek’s jeans down his waist and moves to climb Derek’s body.
"Please." Stiles begs. 
Derek huffs, giving up and grabs onto Stiles’ ass and walks Stiles over to the
corner, near the wall. When they stop, Stiles pants, looking up at Derek under
dark lashes, lips parted, hands held tightly on Derek’s purple henley. 
Stiles surges forward and attacks Derek’s lips with his, nipping at Derek’s
bottom lip, biting it and sucking it into his mouth. He’s got no finesse, but
Derek takes it all in stride and licks back into Stiles’, kissing him back with
just as much enthusiasm. 
Derek stops kissing him for a second, standing there and watching as Stiles
licks his lips, watching Derek as Derek takes off his shirt over his head and
throws it in to the side by his bed. Stiles does the same, taking off his
shirt, ignoring where it lands to focus on finishing the task of getting rid of
his clothes. 
Derek contemplates tearing Stiles’ clothes with his claws, but thinks Stiles
wouldn’t appreciate that. 
Stiles quickly unbuttons his jeans, letting them pool at his ankles as he steps
out of them, already having shoved his shoes and socks off, Stiles leans back
against the wall, hands outstretched towards Derek’s dark boxer briefs, pulling
them down past Derek’s ass as he urges Derek towards him. Derek’s cock an angry
red, uncut and pre-come pearling at the slit. 
"Get in me." Stiles moans, spreading his legs and wrapping them around Derek.
Derek groans, gripping his dick and guiding it towards Stiles' slick cunt. 
"You're so fucking demanding." Derek growls. 
Stiles ignores him, instead, says, "So big." Stiles winces when the head of
Derek's cock breaches him. He steadies his arms over Derek's shoulder as Derek
starts to thrust, fucking into Stiles' tight heat. 
Stiles moans obscenely, mouth opened in a loud cry as Derek starts assaulting
that spot inside of him. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes." He moves his hands down to grip
Derek's ass cheeks in his hand, digging into the flesh, leaving red crescent
trails in his wake, the skin pealing back together soon after. 
Derek keeps abusing Stiles' g-spot, brushing over that spot repeatedly, his
balls slapping against Stiles' ass as they fuck against the wall, Stiles' back
slamming against it every once in awhile. 
"Stiles, fuck!" Derek groans, holding onto Stiles' thighs, head tipped low,
sweat forming on his brow as he pumps into Stiles' pussy rhythmically, both of
their groans filling the room. 
"Come in me." Stiles sobs, gripping Derek's shoulder, hard. "Fucking do it! I
want to feel owned." Stiles looks up at Derek, tears at the corners of his
eyes.
Derek stills suddenly, still holding onto Stiles tightly before he says, "Is
that what you want?"  
Stiles nods, sure. Derek takes Stiles' head in his hand and kisses him, still
thrusting when he comes, buried deep in Stiles' body. Stiles moans through the
kiss, nipping gently at Derek's lips. Derek stays inside Stiles, lets Stiles
kiss him lazily, Derek's right hand comes down in between Stiles' legs to rub
at Stiles' clit, pinching at the nub until Stiles' finally bursts, legs falling
down from around Derek's waist. Derek sees white trickle down in between
Stiles' legs and picks Stiles up, carrying him over to his bed, setting him
down.
Derek spreads Stiles' thighs, moving to Stiles' red abused folds, watching as
his jizz falls out in droplets onto the bedsheets. 
"You look good like that." Derek says softly, getting in bed beside Stiles.
Stiles scoffs. "What? Fucked out with your come inside me?"
"Yes." Derek replies honestly, laying closer to Stiles.
Stiles laughs. 
Derek thinks maybe this thing between Stiles and him could work out. 
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