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works/4519857.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Derek_&_Stiles_get_locked_in_a_room, with_sex_toys, And_pheromones, Smut,
      PWP, Porn_With_Plot, Sex, um, Gay_Sex, Basically_stiles_and_derek_want
      each_other_but_dont_fuck_til_pheromones, Magic_Makes_Them_Do_It, Stiles
      is_17, Dubious_Consent, Kinda
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-07 Words: 1296
****** why does it smell so good (why do I want you so bad) ******
by hehatesbullies
Summary
     Stiles and Derek get kidnapped (by Erica and Isaac) and are forced to
     admit their feelings to each other... It didn't really go as planned.
  A room. A locked steel door. Vents at the top of, oh, seven, maybe eight foot
walls. A bed with a black sheet and two pillows. A bedside table with a box
that said FedEx on the side, sealed with packing tape. There's something that
isn't right, Stiles thinks. No, definitely not. He's sitting on the floor
opposite the bed, the entire room being maybe 10x10, so he isn't very close to
it.
  His legs are crossed and a large furry figure rests its head in his lap.
Derek. Stiles runs his hand through the delicate fur on Derek's head,
scratching his ears. "There's something in the air," he says and a whine comes
from Derek's throat, making Stiles's throat close up. He coughs to relieve the
pressure. Derek sighs, sitting up and shifting back to human form. Stiles looks
away as Derek redresses himself, picking at loose rubber on the sole of his
shoe.
  Derek and Stiles have been in there for a while, neither of them knowing how
they got in or why they're in there. Stiles suspected weird alien magic but
when he suggested it Derek just patted his head and chuckled. Stiles then
proceeded to bite his hand. Derek sat back down next to Stiles. "We should look
in that box," the werewolf suggested. Stiles nodded, agreeing. They both stood
and walked over to the bedside table.
  Derek extended the claws on one hand and ripped the tape open with one of
them, like a letter opener. He opened the flaps of the box and choked on his
own saliva. Inside the box were sex toys, varying from dildos to handcuffs to
buttplugs with tails. Stiles burst into fits of laughter as he saw Derek's
reaction to the box's contents. His face scrunches up and his tongue pokes out,
looking utterly disgusted.
  Just then, Derek's nose filled with heat-inducing pheromones, and arousal
flooded the room. He smelled it on Stiles too. "The vents..." He heard Stiles
say through his thick haze. Derek looks up, seeing and hearing that the vents
are on. They must be pumping the pheromones, Derek deducted. Stiles stumbled
and grabbed at the wall for support. Derek instantly reached out, grabbing at
the smaller male and moaning.
  Stiles squeaked as Derek pinned him to the wall, grinding his bulge against
Stiles's thigh desperately. Stiles was already rock hard, and he could feel
Derek was too. Stiles tugged Derek's shirt. "Off, off, off," he chanted, like
some sort of prayer. Derek obliged and pulled his shirt off, unbuckling his
belt and reaching to kiss the smaller boy with firey hot lust.
  Once the wolf had taken his belt out of its loops, Stiles wriggled out of his
arms and onto his knees. Derek had always known Stiles as the kid who never
shuts up, never sits still, but today, he was quiet. Stiles's long, nimble
fingers worked on unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper carefully.
  The teen pulled his jeans down, mouthing at Derek's bulge through his gray,
cotton boxers which were doing nothing to hide his impressive size. Derek let
out an airy moan as a ripping sound filled the air. Stiles looked up and
giggles. Giggles. These pheromones. 
 
  Annnnnnnywayyyy.
 
  Derek had ripped his shirt right down middle, exposing his broad, tanned
chest that was littered with hair. Derek's claws were out, said chest heaving
as his eyes bled into the blue that Stiles had lusted over for years to come.
Stiles returned his attention to Derek's straining boxers, his tip poking up
through the waistband. He pulled the wolf's boxers away, groaning when Derek's
cock slapped his cheek.
  Stiles turned his head and sucked the beta's cock into his mouth, feeling
rather than hearing Derek's appreciative moan rumbling in his chest. Derek
yanked Stiles to his feet by the hands in his hair and dragged him over to the
bed, growling at the teen's clothed body. Stiles laughed.
  "Don't worry," he slurred. Derek growled again and Stiles started kicking his
clothes off and away. Derek's wolf howled at the sight of Stiles's
body. MATE, Derek's wolf screamed but he ignored it. KInd of. Stiles was
sprawled on his stomach in front of the wolf, and Derek felt his fangs drop
from their sheathes in his gums. 
  Stiles was beginning to get restless from where he lay, so he tucked his
knees under his body, raising his ass in the air. Right in Derek's face. His
wolf roared and he re-sheathed his fangs, grabbing Stiles's hips and diving
forward, shoving his tongue into the teen's twitching hole. Stiles gasped and
cried out at the unfamiliar sensation, his eyes rolling back.
  Derek let out a loud groan, rumbling deep in his chest. Stiles was tight and
hot around his tongue, his hole spasming and clenching. Derek felt an
overwhelming need to soothe Stiles's tense muscles. The wolf rubbed Stiles's
hips with clawed hands, and the boy immediately relaxed.
  (His wolf might have howled with the thought of how obedient Stiles was for
him, but that's Derek's secret)
   Stiles was squirming and whimpering, grasping at the sheets and arching his
back, knees sticking andd pulling the fabric up with every move. Derek did not
go easy on him, no sir. He slurped and sucked at Stiles's red pucker, making
the teen puddy in his hands. Soon, it was too much, that familiar red-hot
coiling in his lower abdomen making Stiles bat Derek's head away, albeit
reluctantly. 
  "D- Der," he hiccuped, "fuck me, please." Derek was growling again, seemed
like he'd never stop, pulling Stiles back by the hips and flipping him over,
looking at the teen's face. Tears were lining his cheeks, lips red and swollen,
cheeks flushed a nice cherry colour. His hole was loose, relaxed from the
wolf's relentless licking. 
  Derek could just dive right in if he wanted to.
  And he did. 
  He watched Stiles's face with the first drag of his cock inside the tight,
warm channel. His face was contorted in pleasure, he kept making such gorgeous
sounds, little whimpers that urged Derek on. Once he was fully inside, his wolf
howling inside him, he waited.
  Stiles was full of sensation, body thriving and blood rushing around. His
cock was harder than it had ever been in his entire life. The noises he made
would make him blush later, but now, nothing mattered except Derek's cock
filling him up. 
  Derek started thrusting.
  Now, he wanted to be gentle, but the intoxicating scent of Stiles's pure
arousal and the sight of the boy underneath him drove him insane. He couldn't
hold back anymore. He started thrusting hard. driving deep into the heat he'd
been aching to feel ever since he saw the young boy in the woods, all those
nights he'd spent jacking off to thoughts of making that cupid's bow dirty with
his seed.
  He didn't have to hold back now. 
  Stiles was screaming under him, sobs of "uh!" coming from those pretty lips.
"More!" He demanded. Such a needy bottom, Derek wanted to fuck his ass raw,
make him cry and cover him in his cum and scent until everyone in Beacon Hills
new he was his. His mate, his boy.
  He didn't realise he was talking out loud until the scent of cum hit the air.
Stiles came with a cry and Derek's cock hitting his prostate, covering his
stomach and a little bit of Derek's chest in cum. His hole clenched tight like
a vice around Derek's cock, making the wolf growl as he emptied his load into
Stiles, collapsing ontop of his limp body.
 
  When Stiles and Derek entered the loft the next morning (the door to the room
being opened when they awoke) holding hands, Erica and Isaac high-fived.
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