Tag: bottom!derek

Do you ever think about how much Derek Hale loves to be rimmed? How sensitive his little hole gets when Stiles sucks and kisses him, sometimes stuffing his tongue in Derek’s ass cause he knows it drives Derek crazy, makes his thighs shake, sometimes it makes his legs go out on him.

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Do I ever think about this? 

Do. I. Ever-

Let’s just take a moment to think about how sensitive Derek actually is down there, okay? You have guys who feel
nothing, guys who like it, guys who love it, and then you have Derek who can
come, beautiful, back arched off the bed, just from a little prostate
massage, Stiles sucking oh so gently on his rim, playing with his balls,
tugging them, rolling his between his clever fingers. Derek becomes putty in Stiles’ hands whenever he touches him down there. The first time he did it, it took Derek twenty minutes before he felt he could move again, Stiles shushing him and kissing him as he lay on his side, shaking, happy, content for the first time in years after sex. The first time ever after sex.

Let’s think about how Stiles takes every opportunity to eat Derek out because there is nothing he
loves more. Stiles always thought being eaten
out was the only way to feel anything, to get off, but then Derek came along
and suddenly he is having to grip the base of his dick to keep from coming as Derek moans and actually shouts, thighs trembling as
Stiles opens him up with his tongue. Stiles’ favourite position is Derek bent over their bathroom sink, watching as his arms and legs shake with pleasure, unable to hold himself up despite his werewolf strength, Stiles behind him, stroking him soothingly, whispering what a good boy he is as he nuzzles his lower back before going lower again. 

But also. Think about how loud Derek gets. Derek has never been loud
in bed before, always a little cautious, never feeling like he could truly
relax or be himself before Stiles came along and had long talks with him about consent and trust and asking for what he wants like it was sexy. Maybe he didn’t even realise being loud in bed was
something he had in him. And when Stiles jerks him off or blows him, he moans spectacularly, much to his initial embarrassment and surprise which Stiles found and still finds absolutely adorable to this day. But there is nothing like
hearing Derek when you are sucking on his little hole (and Stiles’ opinion is gospel on this, don’t fight him), making it red and puffy,
getting him wet. Because it’s only
then Derek begs. It’s only then he
sobs and trembles so damn badly Stiles has to hold him.

And when Stiles fucks him? The meaning of life is seen.

(The meaning of life being Stiles, of course- because Derek is actually a romantic goober- smiling as he comes back
down from his high.)

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Derek gasps and shudders, watching Stiles lift a come-slick hand to his mouth even as his cock pulses out its last few drops of come. The dildo buzzes relentlessly against his wrung out prostate and it’s all he can do to keep himself upright over Stiles’ thighs.

“Please,” he whines, hips jerking from aftershocks and overstimulation.

“Hmmm?” Stiles says lazily, sucking Derek’s come from his sinfully gorgeous fingers. Derek’s cock rallies for a feeble twitch of interest.

“Please,“ he begs.

“Please what?” Stiles drawls, laying back against the pillows and looking down his chest, admiring the gleaming lines of come. “Please fetch you your tea? Please wash your Toyota? Please buy a mountain ash paddle and spank your ass raw?“

Derek keens at the last suggestion, hips thrusting against air at the pain-pleasure torment of the vibrator against his prostate. “Please, please touch yourself,” Derek cries.

Stiles reaches down and pats the long ridge of his cock, then gives it a thoughtful tug through the fabric of his track pants.

“I dunno,” he says doubtfully, eyebrows furrowing in theatrical disappointment. “I was thinking of fucking you with it after you came a second time, but I guess I could jerk off instead.“

The breath whooshes out of Derek in a sharp “oh!” and he backpedals, “No, no, fuck me, I want you to fuck me.“

“Cool,” Stiles purrs, letting a hand play across his chest, smearing a line of come over his nipple. Derek watches with laser-like intensity. “Don’t be too long, or I’ll fall asleep.“

"O-okay,” Derek says, and his eyes roll up as he rocks his hips, focusing on the vibrations within him and the returning tide of pleasure. “Okay.“

Excuse me, but bottom!Derek is EXTREMELY healthy to obsess about. We just want to ensure that Derek is being thoroughly cared for in every way possible, and that includes Stiles lovingly worshiping his ass in every way possible while he tells Derek how beautiful and good and wonderful he is.

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Okay, but can we all just take a moment to think about Stiles’ unhealthy worshipping of Derek’s ass? Like, it gets to the point he uses it as a pillow. He drools on it. Derek would find the whole thing utterly disgusting but Stiles is kind of adorable when he is all tuckered out and drooling- lord help him, he’s sickeningly in love and he hates it. 

Alright, but here’s the thing. Here’s the fucking thing. Derek may or may not have led Stiles to believe he doesn’t like to bottom because he is super nervous, okay? He’s nervous because he watches as Stiles falls apart under him, blissed out and exposed, and he trusts Stiles to take care of him but he’s never given himself over like that to anyone. He’s spent so long making sure he doesn’t appear vulnerable to anyone and while in his darkest moments he always turns to Stiles, he’s still not good at letting himself be vulnerable. 

And of course Stiles finds out, like he always does. Derek isn’t as stealthy as he thinks. It starts out with Stiles being a dork and nuzzling Derek’s ass because “it’s an ass for cuddling, Derek. You don’t understand.” And he nuzzles some more and then he play bites and Derek lets out the most pathetic sound he’s ever heard himself make, dick hardening far too quickly for his own liking. He wants to be happy in the knowledge Stiles doesn’t have werewolf senses to smell how turned on he is just from a little “nuzzling” but Stiles has always had more perception than any werewolf anyway and before he knows it, Derek is being turned on his back and Stiles’ eyes are sweeping over his face and…lower. 

He’s not smug though, like Derek thinks he will be. And that makes something in Derek break because…well, he doesn’t really know. All he knows is Stiles is looking at him like Derek is Han Solo and Leia all wrapped up in one and he couldn’t want for anything more. He’s looking at Derek like he hung the moon and Derek just….he really isn’t aware of himself as he spreads his legs, asking, nervous, trembling slightly. Stiles asks, “are you sure?” and Derek nods, says, “please” and gives Stiles a look he hopes he’ll understand. The one that says I’m scared. The one that says I trust you. The one that says only you. 

And Stiles understands. Of course he does. He always does. And he takes Derek apart. Slowly, surely, making sure to hold Derek when his body starts shaking, kissing him softly and often, praising him and telling Derek it’s okay to be clingy. That he’s here. And Derek wants to say it’s not okay, but then he would be a hypocrite. Because that is exactly what he tells Stiles all the time. That Derek loves how clingy Stiles is. Because Stiles has never been allowed to be clingy. He’s never been given back the love he always gives and Derek wants to spend the rest of his life making Stiles understand he loves him for everything he is, not just parts of him. That he loves his loud mouth and his curiosity and how much he rambles during sex and movies. Things Derek knows Stiles gets anxious about even though he doesn’t let on and Derek wants to murder all the people who ever made Stiles feel unworthy. Like second choice. 

Which is why he knows he has to let Stiles do the same. That he has to try his hardest to listen when Stiles says he’ll never leave him. That Derek is kind and beautiful and nothing was his fault. That when he slides inside him it’s okay to let the tears come because Stiles is right there with him and won’t let him fall. And it’s so fucking beautiful that when Derek comes he doesn’t quite see stars, but he sees something. Peace, maybe. Happiness. Love. All the things he thought he’d never feel again, right there in front of him. Tangible. His. 

Stiles.