The sweat across Derek’s forehead was shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. It was hot and salty and wonderful as Stiles dragged his tongue up the side of his boyfriend’s face. Derek groaned and pressed his head back into the pillows and managed to whisper out, “Yes,” before he pushed back up and kissed Stiles again, hard and hot and hungry.
Stiles has been taking Derek apart for an eon.
They started with Derek on his stomach, his ass in the air, his hole tight and tiny and perfect. Stiles used his tongue to tease until the wolf writhed and wriggled and begged for more, then his fingers until Derek’s ass was open and wet and ready.
Stiles has been fucking him, actually fucking him, for what feels like hours. Given that they’d decided to spice things up by him taking a little magic something something to stretch his stamina to beyond even that of an Alpha werewolf, it may actually have been hours.
There was a breeze blowing across Stiles’ back, and he could feel every part of him it couldn’t reach. His knees and calves had created what might be permanent indentations in the mattress and the bedspread gripped and grasped and snagged at the hair on his shins. Derek’s limbs were wrapped around Stiles back, sticky and perfect and tight. Stiles could feel Derek’s balls, tight and high and hairy against his pelvis, and a hint of the knot that sat above them. Derek had popped it even before Stiles’ had finished with his tongue.
Stiles had been tempted, several times, to pull back and see; to taste and look and scent over the extra tight, extra hard, extra thick part of Derek, but he’d resisted. This wasn’t about his pleasure—although everything he was doing was fucking euphoric—this was about Derek and giving him something he could give Stiles whenever they had a little extra time.
Derek had started panting only a while before, and his legs and arms were starting to tremble and his hips were pushing up harder. He let go of the kiss and stretched his neck back and Stiles had no hesitation in leaning forwards to lap at him again. He tasted and then talked and then tasted. He didn’t let his hips falter or slow.
“You almost there, Der? Can you feel it? It feels fucking amazing when you get me there. It’s the same and still completely different to getting off with your dick. It feels like a threat and a promise all at once, and you think it will never happen and then it has you. You’re gonna feel so fucking amazing, baby. I promise you. I fucking love that you’re giving me this. I fucking love that you’re open and I’m the one inside you. I can’t wait to feel you tighten around me even more. I can’t believe I’m going to be the first one to make you empty your knot out without touching your beautiful cock.”
Derek’s almost vibrating now. He’s gripping tighter and his ass is thrusting up harder and his heels and going to leave bruises in Stiles’ back.
Stiles licks a long, last line over Derek’s chin and throat and then clamps his teeth down on the spot just above Derek’s shoulder that always…
Derek howls.
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Me: (slams palms on table & stares into your soul)
Me: But have you considered bottom!Derek with a praise kink, lately? Stiles being firm yet oh so gentle, awakening pieces of Derek that he never realized laid dormant. Slowly arranging them in place with determination & love, making him feel appreciated & loved not only tactilely & verbally, but also on another plane of existence. So that the stars bursting through the abyss behind Derek’s eyelids align themselves in constellations which spell out
“I AM good”
“I AM worthy”
“I AM loved”
“That’s it. Such a good boy. Just look at you, fucking gorgeous,” Stiles leans to lick a stripe up the center of Derek’s chest, “You’re taking my dick so good, baby. You know that right?”
Derek stares up at Stiles, blinking helplessly. The only response he can muster is a barely there nod. The next instant Stiles’ dick nails his prostate and Derek’s vision is graying out along the edges. He whines pathetically and clutches at the leather ottoman like a lifeline.
Stiles’ grunts are becoming more and more urgent, one hand bracing on the center of Derek’s chest as his thrusts quicken.
Derek feels his mouth drop open, his face going slack at the feel of Stiles pounding into him. His fingers claw at the leather in his grip and in the next instant Derek is coming untouched between them.
“There you go.” Stiles groans from above him, hips relentlessly fucking Derek through his orgasm, “Is that what your sweet hole needed? What you craved?”
The answer lodges in Derek’s throat, his breath nearly choking him. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Stiles is wiping at his face, fingers gently smoothing at the tears that have managed to slip from behind his closed eyelids. Derek blinks up in silence.
“Shhh, gorgeous boy, you’re okay. I’m right here,” Stiles smiles down at him, the expression beatific. "My sweet wolf, you did beautifully.“
Derek swallows hard, “Thank you.”
Stiles’ smile widens, “No need to thank me. Your spectacular orgasm was thanks enough.” He braces his hand and goes to stand, eyebrows lifting when Derek’s legs wrap around his waist. ”Is there something else you wanted, my wolf?”
“You didn’t come.”
Stiles chuckles, one fingertip lightly bopping the end of Derek’s nose, “This wasn’t about me. It was about helping you relax after your horrific work week, remember?”
Derek nods, “I remember.” He lifts a hand to wrap around Stiles’ neck, “Know what else will help me relax?” Derek grins at the look Stiles levels on him. He licks his lips and lets his eyelids close halfway, peering up at Stiles from beneath his lashes, “A belly full of your come.”
A sharp inhale is Stiles’ only response.
Before he knows it, Derek is up and being dragged through their apartment. It takes a little bit, but Derek eventually gets what he wants. He leans his head back against the wet tiles of the shower stall with a blissful smile on his face, Stiles wearing one of his own.
But consider this. Arranged Marriage, Historical/ Modern Royalty/ Regency AU where:
– Derek’s the one to be shipped off to be the King Consort to Stiles’ kingdom.
– Derek being the omega in an A/B/O AU, being the one responsible to give Stiles children
– Derek being the one with a difficult pregnancy, Stiles growing to love Derek as he cares for him through the pregnancy
– Derek having problems getting suitors because of his unconventional appearance as an Omega or due to his general social ineptitude
– OR Derek being objectified solely for his beauty
– Derek’s credibility as Stiles’ groom being questioned due to his past with Kate and the potential dangers it brings with him
– Derek worrying he’s not fulfilling his duties as consort because of his innate surly-ness
– Derek finding it hard to fit in into Stiles’ kingdom cause everybody loves the Royal Family, and he’s shy, and it takes time to understand his eyebrow language
– The possible conflict between Derek’s natural talent for being a knight and his responsibility to bear the heir.
– and many more.
I dunno man, I just. I want to read more of this au with the roles reversed. I just think that’d be interesting. And I mean, c’mon, Bottom!Derek yo!
I honestly can no longer remember what was actually happening in this scene…
Wait. You mean it WASN’T Stiles sliding slowly into Derek, giving a hard, sharp thrust right at the end that buried his deep, making Derek jerk and moan and whine his name when he just stopped and then bared his teeth in a feral grin and just pounded into Derek until they both forgot their names?
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