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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:
      weresquid, Tentacles, Bloodplay, Daddy_Kink, Knotting
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-16 Words: 2583
****** Teen Squid ******
by Dearest_Martha
Summary
     Derek was kissing him. Derek was kissing him and rubbing one of his
     tentacles.
Notes
     I own nothing from Teen Wolf.
“Stiles, we’re going to get caught.”
“No we’re not. Lydia’s family is gone on vacation to the Swiss Alps for like a
month. No one is going to be around.”
Derek gave a short growl, conceding his point. Stiles approached the wall
surrounding the pool of Lydia’s house.
“Lift me up.”
Derek sighed and hoisted Stiles up over the brick wall. Stiles lowered his self
from the top, hung down, and dropped the rest of the way. It hurt his feet a
little to land on the hard concrete. Derek just straight-up jumped the wall
like a badass. He smirked and glanced at Stiles. Stiles rolled his eyes and
pulled his shirt up over his head.
“Been working out?” Derek jested.
Stiles knew that Derek was well aware that he had put on an extra few pounds
since the beginning of the summer. He gave Derek a reproachful look.
“It’s ok, man. You know I like my guys a bit chubby.” He rubbed his thumb
across Stiles’ stomach slowly.
“Screw off, Derek.”
Derek pinned Stiles against the hard brick wall. “I can’t have you talking to
me like that, can I?” He picked Stiles up off the ground and walked toward the
pool.
“Stop Stop Stop!” Stiles was flailing in Derek’s arms. Derek tossed Stiles into
the pool, making a huge splash.
“Douche. Bag.” Stiles gasped as he surfaced.
Derek made a show of pulling off his shirt. He arched his back, rubbed his
chest, and flung the shirt to a dry spot behind him. Stiles stared, fully
knowing that Derek wanted him to. Ever since Derek had figured out that Stiles
was attracted him, he had been trying to antagonize Stiles. He wanted Stiles to
admit it. Stiles, however, was still too intimidated by Derek to admit
anything.
Derek was about to hop in when Stiles’ cell phone rang. Derek went over to
where Stiles had placed it on the ground and picked it up. Scott was calling.
“Who is it?” Stiles asked from the pool. “Derek, who is it?”
Derek answered the phone.
“Hey, Stiles, is Derek with you?”
(Come on, Derek, who is it?)
“Yeah, I’m with him.”
(It’s my phone, you know. I have a right to know!)
“I need you to meet me.”
(Oh my goooooooood!)
“Where?”
(*passive-aggressive splashing*)
“Outside the school.”
“Ok, see you there.”
Derek snapped the phone shut.
“I gotta go, Stiles.”
Derek hopped up and over the wall, still shirtless.
“Wait! Derek! How am I supposed to get out of here?!”
But Derek was gone. And Stiles was screwed.
He decided that Derek would definitely come back for him once he realized what
he had done. And he would realize, wouldn’t he? Stiles started to do a
backstroke across the pool, agitated and still aroused. He became painfully
aware of his boner. He considered it for a moment. Could he really do that
here? Could he really do that in Lydia’s pool? Maybe he could just play with it
a little to get it out of his system. Yeah, that was nice. Oh, shit, it was
nice.
Stop Stiles
I can’t stop
Stiles, seriously, you’re going to jizz in Lydia Martin’s pool.
Pools have filters, right?
Jesus Christ, Stiles, you’re sick.
I know. It’s kind of hot.
I’m done with you.
No you’re not, you are me. You can’t be done with me.
Oh, god, Stiles, you’re coming.
I’m coming in Lydia’s pool. Oh, fuck. I’m coming in Lydia’s pool. Ungggg.
Stiles leaned his head back on the edge of the pool, relaxing in the late night
silence. There was a splash.
Stiles’ eyes snapped open. He glanced around. There was no one around, but
there were some slight ripples spreading out from a point across the pool. It
must have been a pine cone falling from a tree or something, he thought. Stiles
looked up and realized that the tree hanging above bore no pine cones. Shit. He
placed his arms on the ground above him and started to lift himself out. Then
something grabbed his leg and pulled him back down into the water.
He struggled underneath the water to release himself from the grasp of the
beast, but it was useless. Each time he freed himself from one grasp, he was
grabbed by two more. He felt a sharp pain in his side. The beast had bitten
him. He saw his blood trickle through the water, mingling and diffusing. His
lungs finally gave, and he passed out as they filled with the harsh chlorine-
treated water.
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Stiles awoke underwater. Frightened, he kicked his way to the surface. He
coughed out two lungs full of harsh chemical-tasting water. He looked around
for the thing that had attacked him, but it was nowhere in sight. Also, it was
now daylight. Close to noon by the looks of it. How the hell had he survived
underwater since last night? He looked down at his side where the thing had
bitten him, but there was no mark there.
No mark? It had healed? Realization dawned on Stiles. Did this mean what he
thought it meant? He started to freak out a little. He felt his legs turn to
jelly beneath him. But wait, that’s not jelly. Oh god, that’s not jelly at all!
Those are tentacles! Stiles had sprouted six long tentacles right below his
waist. He stared in disbelief for a moment, then he inked all over Lydia’s
pool.
Once he had calmed down a bit and his legs had returned back to normal human
size and number, he decided that he needed to find Derek. He was bound to know
something about weresquids, right? But there was still the problem of how he
was going to get over the wall. Stiles, having spent an insane amount of time
perusing Wikipedia articles, had naturally read all about squids and their
inner workings. He decided to try propelling himself over the wall. He lowered
himself back into the pool and willed his tentacles to reform. He then sucked
up water into his new squid cavity. He waddled over awkwardly to the wall on
his tentacles and let the water rush out in a powerful jet that propelled him
up and over the wall.
He crashed down into a bush which broke his fall. He attempted to walk, but he
was too awkward on his tentacles still, so he waited for his normal legs to
come back. Eventually, they did, but this also meant that he was naked. He also
had forgotten his phone and now there was no way to get back in. What a mess.
Thankfully, Stiles had dropped his towel outside the wall as he was breaking
in. He grabbed it and wrapped himself in it, then ran home.
After he put on some normal clothes and responded to his dad’s angry letter
asking just where the hell he had been last night, he hopped in his jeep and
drove toward Derek’s current place of residence; an abandoned World War II era
bomb shelter on the outskirts of town.
He arrived and started to turn the large wheel on the hatch that led down into
the ground. He opened it up and yelled inside.
“Derek?”
“Come in, Stiles.”
He descended the ladder.
“What’s up?”
“Okay, first of all, you left me trapped in Lydia’s pool with no way to get
out. That is completely not cool. Second, I’ve been bitten by a weresquid and
now I can grow tentacles.”
“That’s very funny Stiles, but if you’re trying to make me feel bad for
forgetting you, you could have come up with something a little bit more
believable than being bitten by a weresquid.”
“I’m not lying. Watch.”
Stiles closed his eyes in concentration and tried to bring out his tentacles,
but they wouldn’t come. Derek’s mouth made a semi-frown.
“Stiles, you’re not a squid.”
“Maybe I need to have a trigger. Like Scott had one when he first changed.”
“This is ridiculous, Stiles.”
“Water! It must have been the water.”
Stiles walked over to the tap and let the water run. He wet his pants with it.
Derek did not approve of this behavior at all.
“Stiles, you need to rest or something. You’re acting...”
Derek watched as Stiles grew his tentacles.
“See, I told you I was bitten by a weresquid!”
“That’s just not right.”
“And it’s your fault for leaving me there!”
“Wow, sorry, Stiles. I didn’t even know that weresquids existed, though.”
“Well now you do. And now I’m probably stuck like this forever, and it’s not
like I’m a cool wolf. No, I don’t even get that! I’m a lame-ass squid!”
Stiles squid-waddled over to Derek’s bed and flopped down on it. He took his
head into his hands and tried not to cry.
Derek walked over to him and sat down on the bed. He took one of Stiles’ hands
in his own and held it. Stiles didn’t move.
“It’s not that bad, you know. You’ll just have to avoid pool parties until you
learn to control it.”
Stiles smiled a little. Derek was being nice to him. Derek was never nice.
“...Do you like me, Derek? I mean, I know you know that I like you, but I’ve
never really, uh, I didn’t want to ask you how you felt because I was kind of
nervous about what you might say or do or, I don’t know, maybe I’m just being
silly, but I..”
Derek stopped Stiles mid-ramble with his hot rough lips. Stiles kissed back
deeply, his ink sac engorging between his tentacles. Holy shit. Derek was
kissing him. Derek was kissing him and rubbing one of his tentacles. Stiles ran
his hands through Derek’s hair and across his neck. Derek kissed Stiles on the
neck, on the throat, on the chin. Derek wanted to kiss him everywhere. He
ripped Stiles’ shirt off his body with his powerful wolf arms and tossed each
piece in a different direction.
Stiles was really turned on by Derek’s brutish display. His cavity throbbed.
Derek scraped his nails down Stiles chest, bringing little droplets of blood
up. Derek straddled Stiles, pulling two of his tentacles up over his shoulders.
He then lapped up the droplets of blood with his tongue, savoring the tangy
metallic taste of what Stiles was made of.
“Oh god, Derek, stop. We can’t do this.”
“We can.”
“No,” Stiles attempted to push Derek off of him.
“Yes.” Derek pinned Stiles’ arms above his head.
Stiles grunted with pain. Derek sucked on his left nipple hard. The pain was
delicious to both of them. Stiles wanted this. He had wanted this for a long
time, but Jesus Christ, he didn’t want it like this. Not as a weresquid.
Derek let go of his arms.
“You gonna let me fuck you now?”
Stiles stared up into Derek’s eyes. He couldn’t say no. He couldn’t say yes
either. He nodded. Derek smiled.
Derek pulled down his shorts and kicked them away. He stroked his long thick
cock a few times. He pressed it up against Stiles’ cavity. Stiles tensed with
sensual anticipation. Derek moved his cock head slowly around the rim of
Stiles’ hole. It drove Stiles mad.
“Please, put it in me, Derek.”
“No, not yet.”
“Please.”
Derek sat himself on Stiles’ chest. He pulled his head down to his cock and
forced Stiles to suck on it. He thrust his head down onto his hard dick. Stiles
choked a few times as the massive head rammed against his throat. Derek pulled
out.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes, please. I can’t wait anymore. Hurry.”
“Call me daddy.”
“What?”
“Do it. Call me your daddy.”
“Please, Derek, fuck me!”
“Please, daddy, Stiles.”
“Please. Daddy. Please fuck me.”
“Good boy.”
Derek poked the head of his dick into Stiles’ hole. Stiles made an airy
groaning sound and clutched the sheets of the bed, soft in his fingers.
“Tell me you want to have my pups inside you.”
“Derek, fuck me. Fuck your pups into me. Please, fuck, do it.”
Derek thrust up all the way into Stiles. He tried to scream, but no sound would
come out. His breath was gone, forced out by the huge dick filling him up.
“Put your tentacle in me, Stiles.”
Derek continued to plow Stiles. His hole was contracting and applying sweet
suction to Derek’s cock. Stiles lifted one of his tingling tentacles
tentatively. He wiggled the tip around the rim of Derek’s asshole. Derek gasped
with pleasure and bit his lip. Stiles was pleased with the effect he was having
on Derek. He’d been waiting for this moment so long. He wasn’t going to hold
back.
Stiles used two of his tentacles to spread Derek’s ass apart and with a third,
he started to fuck Derek’s ass. He dipped it in further and further each time,
stretching Derek’s hole, causing him to grunt with pain and pleasure. Derek
never stopped his assault on Stiles’ own hole, but became quicker with his
punishment of the boy’s squidish cavity. Stiles was using his dexterous
tentacle to massage Derek’s prostate. Derek’s fingernails were so deep into
Stiles’ sides that he bled copiously onto the sheets. Derek was nearing his
orgasm.
“I’m gonna come inside you, Stiles. I’m gonna fill you up. Your insides are
going to taste like me.”
“Fill me up. Give me all of it. Oh, fuck, Derek!”
Derek erupted like an incensed volcano, flooding his warm jizz all inside of
Stiles. Stiles felt a strong mixture of guilt and satisfaction. This was so
wrong, but it felt so good.
Stiles felt the pressure of Derek’s engorging penis head inside him. He started
to morph back into human form and his hole tightened around the knot. Stiles
winced from the painful shock of it. A single tear slid from his right eye and
flowed down his cheek. Derek leaned over and licked it away. He kissed Stiles
with his salty tongue, reassuring him that it was all going to be fine.
Derek wrapped his rough manly hands around Stiles’ cock and started to stroke
it in a twisting motion, rubbing the head with his thumb on each pass. Stiles
didn’t believe that anyone could jack him off as well as he could do himself,
but he was now willing to admit that he had been wildly mistaken on that
account. Derek was a master with a cock in his hand, a modern-day Botticelli of
dicks. Stiles felt the knot loosen inside of him, and Derek was able to slip
out. Derek’s jizz leaked from his asshole. Derek bent over and licked a bit of
it up.
“Mmm, you taste like me.”
He took Stiles’ dick in his mouth and quickly brought the young weresquid to
the brink of coming. Stiles’ stomach was clenched, ready to explode. He
whimpered, and came. Derek gulped up the heavy load Stiles deposited in his
mouth. Derek gave it a final once-over then cuddled up next to Stiles.
“I hope it wasn’t too weird for you,” Derek said in a lowered voice.
“It was weird. Good, but really weird.”
“It really is going to be okay, Stiles, I promise. You’ve got me. I’ll be here
for you.”
“Thanks,” Stiles smiled and snuggled his head next to Derek’s chest, hearing
his heart beating. Even if nothing else in his life was steady and consistent,
he knew that Derek’s heart would be. Stiles was going to be just fine,
tentacles and all.
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