EverythingRara
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It was no surprise what exactly Stiles had in mind for a little extra compensation after they both clocked out from the bite.
"You haven't even seen it yet," Derek said, not protesting exactly... just clearly having underestimated Stiles' eagerness to jump straight in.
"That makes it all the more exciting, don't you think?" Stiles shot back, taking his plush bottom lip between his teeth.
They'd fucked only hours ago—Derek's knot tying them together in his office, but that didn't stop his dick from giving an interested jump at the prospect of more.
It was all to easy to imagine Stiles' pretty pussy red and gushing with his come once more.
"What am I going to do with you?" Derek asked, anticipation settling thickly in his gut as he stared at his boy.
Stiles smiled, wide and eager, offering a coy: "Hopefully a lot of things,"
Inspired by/sequel to the story it’s just a curve upon the lips, the hips by scribespirare
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The moon was high and sharp in the sky, nearing its peak, casting long luminous streams through the large wall length windows.
Rays of light shining across Stiles' shuddering form where he lay sprawled naked and face down on the living room floor of Derek's loft.
"No more," Stiles croaked, voice hoarse, throat nearly raw.
His eyes were closed, but he could hear the sharp click click click of Derek's paw pads as he drew closer, feel the moist heat of his breath against the skin of Stiles' reddened ass.
A cool nose shoved at him, Derek's chest rumbling in a low growl. Stiles immediately understood the silent demand for what it was: Lift your ass up.
"I can't," he shook his head against the floor, his asshole was done for—alliterated beyond repair. "Derek, please." come from the previous rounds was still leaking out of him, slicking his thighs and dripping onto the floor.
Derek's growl deepened into a snarl, and sharp teeth nipped at his skin, a warning. A demand. Obey.
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A Sterek rewrite of the show, that stays mostly canon compliant in the beginning, shown exclusively through the eyes of Stiles Stilinski, unknown soul mate of Derek Hale.
Starts slow emotionally, my first attempt at a story of this degree please be gentle.Stiles grunted softly as he heaved himself onto the roof, his sneakers scuffing against the shingles. Scott—his best friend since forever—wasn’t answering his phone, and Stiles couldn’t wait. There was no way Scott was going to believe what Stiles had just overheard.
Keeping low, Stiles crept along the roof toward Scott’s window, his heart racing as the cool night air pressed against his skin. He tried the window, but it wouldn’t budge—it was locked.
“Of course it’s locked,” he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.
Knocking softly on the glass, he leaned in closer, squinting to peer inside. The curtains were drawn, giving him only a hazy, distorted view of the room beyond. “Scott,” he hissed, rapping on the window again. No answer.
Suddenly, the curtains shifted, and the window flung open. Scott and Stiles screamed, startling each other.
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“How many times do you want me to apologize?” he sighed, shoulders slumping as Deaton studied the runes etched into the old shackles.
Derek’s lips curled in a sneer, a growl vibrating low in his chest.
“I thought it would be funny!”
“You thought cuffing us together would be funny?”
And there it was—claws-out Derek in all his irritated glory.
“It was supposed to be you and Scott! You know, like a ‘get-along’ T-shirt. Only… cuffs.”
“And how is it,” Derek asked, yanking their joined wrists up between them, “that I ended up stuck with you?”
Stiles shifted, eyes darting away to the floor. “Scott was too fast—the lock clicked around my hand instead—look, you were there. Why do you keep making me repeat it?”
He cringed under Derek’s stare, shrinking in on himself.
“Because, Stiles,” Derek said, voice low and promising violence, “I want to make sure you’ve learned your idiotic lesson.”
Deaton straightened, expression pinched in that special brand of silent sympathy he reserved for hopeless situations. “Would you like the good news or the bad news?”
“The good news,” Stiles said just as Derek growled, “The bad news.”
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"'Cmon Derek, just the tip."
Derek's fingers slide almost all the way out—drawing a moan of protest from Stiles' trembling form—before sinking all the way back in.
"Please," Stiles' back arched, fingernails digging into his thighs where he's holding himself open.
"You're not ready for that yet." Derek murmurs, watching the way Stiles' pink puffy rim stretched around his fingers, the way it sucks him in.
"Bullshit," Stiles snapped, head tossing back against the pillow. "You've got four fingers up my ass."
"Just the tip," he continues, babbling, really. Perfect thighs shaking as Derek's fingers push deeper, curling against the boys prostate. "Just the tip—fuck,"
Stiles is very sensitive, as all virgins are their first time. They've been practicing this, Stiles is determined he wants to take all 10.5 inches of Derek's cock.
So Derek has been training him, showed him how to flush himself out, been stretching him open until he's gaping, hole red and puffy from abuse.
"Derek, you promised." Stiles' thighs are really shaking now, his body flushed and perspirating. He looks beautiful.