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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      teen_wolf_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale_&_Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      sex_toy, dildo, Vibrator, Oral_Sex, stiles_is_a_virgin-whore, Voyeurism,
      Exhibitionism, Fingering, really_minor_asphyxiation-like_not_real
      choking, nothing_much_happens_because_of_it
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-15 Chapters: 1/3 Words: 1238
****** Stiles Really Liked Dildos ******
by containyourselfladdie
Summary
     "It’s totally not his fault the majority of Beacon Hills population
     of eligible suitors was completely incapable of recognizing his
     brilliance. So, to make up, he naturally just made do with his
     resources.
     Which had somehow grown to cover a completely astonishing array of
     sex toys, specifically dildos."
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It’s totally not his fault the majority of Beacon Hills population of eligible
suitors was completely incapable of recognizing his brilliance. So, to make up,
he naturally just made do with his resources.
Which had somehow grown to cover a completely astonishing array of sex toys,
specifically dildos.
Now, Stiles never claimed to be some sort of dildo aficionado, but he knew his
way around a sex toy.
Which was why he had saved and waited (and waited and waited and waited) to be
able to buy the number one dildo he had been waiting for, The Bad Boy.
With a stealth that could rival any creepster’s (and Stiles had met plenty)
Stiles managed to stalk the arrival date to intercept the precious cargo before
Papa Stiles could get any more worried over his son’s behavior.
Sneaking up to his room one weekend (after a thankfully nice lull between
supernatural related activities) Stiles decides now is the time.
He ensures that Papa Stiles has left for the overnight shift and then carefully
locks his door (you can never be too careful).
Then he pulls the wondrous box out of his closet, opening it to reveal the awe-
inspiring black curved vibrator.
Closing his eyes, he turns on some music (on the off chance his dad comes home)
and proceeds to strip and lay out on his bed.
Closing his eyes, he lays back and lifts the toy to his lips. Opening his mouth
he shifts his hips to the heavy bass of the music as he slowly laves the curved
device. Twirling his tongue around it, he soaks it with his saliva, steadily
notching his arousal higher and higher until he’s sitting on his knees on the
bed arching into thin air with half of the curved toy shoved into his throat.
Reaching behind him, he grabs the bottle of lube he threw on the bed earlier
and regretfully pops the toy out of his mouth in favor of applying lube. After
pouring a decent amount of lube on his hand, Stiles returns the dildo to his
mouth and reaches behind himself to slowly push one finger into himself.
Stiles gasps around the vibrator. God, he loves the stretch. He shudders as he
slowly works the finger in and out. Moaning steadily around the dildo he cants
his hips up as he slips in another finger.
It is at this moment that an awestruck Derek Hale stumbles off the window ledge
he had been perched on.
~*~
Startled, Stiles freezes, dildo halfway down his throat and one finger buried
in his ass. He looks at Derek with wide eyes, frozen in mortification.
Derek is staring up at Stiles from his place on the floor. Stiles finds himself
unable to do anything. He can only watch as Derek picks himself up off the
floor and stands there awkwardly.
He stares at Stiles for a few more minutes.
Stiles is beginning to feel even more embarrassed and uncomfortable, if that’s
even possible.
“Stiles,” Derek begins, as Stiles somewhat eagerly anticipates his explanation.
“Stiles-, Stiles-,” Derek looks very uncomfortable and uneasy. His eyes flick
from Stiles mouth (still stretched around the dildo) to the place where Stiles
arm disappears behind his back, to the ground. He steadily becomes more and
more uneasy and his voice wavers each time he repeats Stiles name. Finally, he
begins to look more and more frustrated until finally he growls out, “Stiles
can you just take that goddamn dildo out of your mouth for one fucking second?”
Now this annoys Stiles. Here he was, minding his own business, just trying to
give Stiles Jr. some good old quality time when this sour-faced douchebag had
to waltz him and tell him to stop sucking his shiny new dildo?
No, uh uh, not today good sir. That is just not going to fly. Stiles has waited
too long and is too wound up to even think about giving it up now.
Instead, Stiles decides to be a little devious and starts sliding the dildo out
of his mouth.
Derek’s face looks so relieved, until with a coy expression on his face, Stiles
proceeds to thrust the dildo right back in causing a groan to tear itself from
his throat.
Derek’s face takes on the expression of a terrorized puppy.
“No, no, no, no, no, no! Stiles, what – are – you – doing?”
Stiles simply moans in reply as he proceeds to thoroughly fuck his face with
the dildo. His arousal increases steadily as he pushes it roughly in and out of
his mouth. His tongue laves the underside of the plastic dick as his throat
widens and stretches to accommodate it.
Remembering the finger currently up his ass, Stiles proceeds to slowly thrust
the finger in and out. Moving his finger in circles inside of himself until he
can squeeze in another.
Looking up, Stiles notices Derek visibly panting with glazed eyes as he watches
him. His eyes are glued to Stiles’ dick bobbing in the air with every rock of
Stiles’ hips against the finger inside of him. Moaning, Stiles pushes another
finger into himself and arches his back against the stretch.
Stiles has been on edge for a while, ever since he got the dildo it feels like.
And Derek’s eyes watching him are doing nothing for his already tenuous control
on his raging teenage hormones.
Stiles scissors his fingers inside of himself, searching for his prostate,
because at the moment orgasm denial would not be good for his sanity. A noise
coming from Derek’s direction causes his eyes to shoot up. Derek’s moaning with
a hand palming his dick through his jeans.
Groaning at the sight, Stiles jerks his hips and then gasps as his fingers
graze his prostate. Finding it again and proceeding to thrust against it Stiles
prepares for the finale.
Making sure to lock eyes with Derek, Stiles pumps his fingers in and out of
himself, faster and faster roughly thrusting against his prostate. Derek’s
mouth falls open as he takes in the sight before him. He palms his dick faster.
Stiles feels himself getting closer, he pushes another finger into himself and
thrusts the dildo in and out of his mouth faster and rougher. Finally, when he
feels himself nearing the edge more he tilts his head back and thrusts the
dildo into his mouth as far as he can take it. His fingers push roughly into
his ass once more, find his prostate, hold there and rub. And finally, his
other hand comes down to grasp his penis and give it one final stroke.
With a roar muffled by the dildo in his mouth, Stiles comes all over himself.
Except, he didn’t account for how long his orgasm would take. Every sputter
leaves him weak and unable to do much more than hold on and ride the waves. The
dildo’s too far into his mouth, its cutting off his oxygen supply. He starts to
struggle, his body convulses, the intensity of his orgasm ratchets higher as
does his current level of fear. Trembling, he manages to get a sound out around
the dildo currently choking him.
Suddenly, Derek is in front of him wrenching the dildo out of his mouth.
Gasping, the rush of air whites out his vision.
The last thing Stiles sees before he passes out is the hilarious expression
Derek’s face twists itself into when he’s caught between arousal and terror.
End Notes
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