Tag: not!derek

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onelastwaltz:

Cor, you’re playing dirty by sending me links like this and saying ‘Derek’ with it

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When Derek pushes his head back, turns it into the crumpled blue blanket and inhales, Stiles wonders what he’s thinking. The werewolf is probably taking in the scent of them that’s soaked into the soft material after so many nights of sharing the bed. Stiles wonders what their shared scent smells like – is it sweat? cum? their shared body wash? colognes? Whatever it is, Derek exhales shakily and slides his hand past his balls.

Stiles’ eyes and attention immediately shifts down, pausing momentarily to watch how Derek’s hard cock twitches against his stomach. Then Derek’s finger moves, slides between parted legs to press against his hole. His mouth goes dry at the sight. Stiles forgets how to breathe as Derek’s middle finger rubs lazy circles around himself. 

The picture that the older man makes on their bed is just…beautiful. His body glows in the pale sunlight, a canvas of muscles and shadows that Stiles wants to trace with kisses and tender touches. Derek’s got one arm curled under his neck, head still tilted back. The angle makes it impossible for Stiles to see what kind of  face Derek is making. Stiles can only hazard a guess and dig his fingers into the chair’s arms to stop himself from climbing over Derek and licking the sweat that’s gathering on his chest and hips.

“Shit.” Derek grunts, the tip of one finger slipping in. Dry. Stiles swallows, feeling like his mouth is filled with sand. Derek writhes, squirming against the blanket and wrinkled sheets as he pushes the finger in deeper. There’s pre-come dribbling over one sharp hipbone and Stiles wants to suggest that Derek use that to make the penetration easier.

Then Derek takes his hand out from its hiding place behind his head. It immediately wraps around the thick erection, thumb spreading the wetness all over the glans. Stiles whimpers, mouth watering suddenly as he recalls the taste and feel of Derek on his tongue. His cock strains against the cotton holding it in, jerking when their eyes meet over Derek’s body.

Derek looks like his best wet dream come true and Stiles is certain that the man knows this. “Derek…” Stiles moans pitifully, wanting permission to touch and taste instead of just look and wait. The older man hums, eyes fluttering dangerous as his hands begin to move faster.

Stiles wants it to be his finger pumping inside of Derek, stretching him open. Wants to put his tongue to the same place, lick his way up to the tip of his cock and greedily drink down the wetness dribbling over Derek’s fingers. He wants to take Derek’s hand and suck his fingers clean as he fucks his way inside the werewolf’s ready body. 

But Derek simply hums and pushes a second finger in, second hand squeezing the base of his cock. “You’re…” killing me, teasing me, evil, perfect, Stiles doesn’t know what to say because all his thoughts want to come pouring out of him at the same time. 

“I know.” Derek replies breathlessly, spreading his legs more to give Stiles an even better view.

I want all the bottom!Derek porn drabbles today.