Stiles lets Derek know up front, pretty much just after they start fooling around regularly that he’s not really into being penetrated.
“Oh,” Derek says sitting up from where he’s been sucking Stiles’ cock.
“Is that going to be a problem? I mean, I’ve done it before, it’s not like I’m…repulsed by it or anything. It just…it’s never been, you know…?” Stiles tries. He waves a hand”…good?”
Derek smirks, “it’s not a problem, no,” Derek reassures him. “I’m into you, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice soft. “Whatever you want, or don’t want.”
“Same.” Stiles nods, heart skipping a beat, his chest doing funny things.
“But for the record, if you’re interested, I am,” Derek says.“Into being penetrated,” he clarifies.
“I’m extremely interested in the topic on penetrating you,” Stiles nods, grinning.
So that’s how it goes for awhile. But a few months into their relationship, Derek is eating Stiles out, tongue fucking Stiles’ hole until it’s open and sloppy wet. He gets that feeling of disappointment when he clenches down on nothing.
“Derek?” Stiles says, pulling him up by the ears.
“I told you to stop that,” Derek chastises, moving anyway.
“I want you to fuck me,” Stiles says. He’s going to ask if that’s okay but the look on Derek’s face makes him smirk, flushing. “Cool?”
“Yes.”
Derek preps him slowly, one finger at a time, until he’s three deep in Stiles’ ass. Stiles is groaning, on his stomach on the bed under him, hips propped up on several pillows.
“That feel good?” Derek asks, voice soft and sincere as he leans over Stiles to press gentle kisses to his neck.
“Mmmhmm,” Stiles groans, “what do you think?”
“I think you’re ready for my dick,” he answers. Stiles clenches around Derek’s fingers and his cock twitches beneath him. Derek pulls his fingers out, grinning. When he’s pushing into Stiles, finally, he takes away the edges of pain creeping in.
Derek pulls out and slides back in, thrusts shallow, slow and careful. He drapes over Stiles’ back to kiss and bite him behind the ear. “Jesus, Derek,” Stiles sighs, trembling under him, tilting his head to give him more room to press his face against the throbbing pulse in his neck.
“I love you,” Derek tells Stiles, just before he bites at his throat. Stiles moans in equal measure at the sentiment and the way Derek’s cock is sliding in and out of him harder.
“You’re just saying that,” Stiles pants, “because you have your cock in my ass.”
“No,” Derek sighs, “though I can’t say that it hurts.”
“Speak for yourself,” Stiles says. Derek shifts angles and Stiles claws at the bed and writhes under him.
“Did that hurt?” Derek asks, slowing.
“Fuck, Derek,” Stiles shakes his head, “keep fucking doing it,” he begs.
Derek huffs a soft laugh against the middle of Stiles’ back, where his sweat gathers over his flushed skin. Derek licks it, and Stiles lets out a noise of content.
Stiles keeps whimpering, “harder,” and Derek obliges, until he’s fucking Stiles hard enough to be using his werewolf stamina. Stiles gets louder with every piston like thrust of Derek’s hips.
Stiles is cursing under him, panting, crying out Derek’s name, and moaning desperately. “Shit, fuck,” Stiles groans as he comes.
Derek finally slows, with a low grunt that Stiles swears is a growl as Derek comes inside him, before he starts to grind hard as he rides out his orgasm against Stiles.
“I’ve never been fucked like that,” Stiles says, breathless, chest heaving.
“I’ve never fucked like that,” Derek says, collapsed on Stiles’ back, panting.
“High five,” Stiles huffs, limp beneath him. Derek pushes back in and Stiles pushes back against him with a shout of surprise that ends with a grin. Derek thrusts a few more times.
“You’re not gonna like…pop a knot or anything,” Stiles asks.
“You need to get off the internet,” Derek sighs.
“Dude…you can turn into a wolf!” Stiles says. Derek rolls his eyes but pulls out just in case.
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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Glisten [v]: to reflect a sparkling light or a faint intermittent glow; shine lustrously
These pics make me think Sterek. (Because almost everything does.)
I had the thought that maybe Derek is not really kinky in any sense. Like, he’ll indulge Stiles in almost anything, and will happily join in the fun for Stiles’ sake on a fairly regular basis, but for his own sake, a good vanilla fuck is really all he needs. But then maybe he gets into photograhy as a hobby, just as a general thing, taking pictures of puppies or flowers or, you know, aesthetics.
And then of course Stiles has to go and make a filthy suggestion to bring it into the bedroom, and ohhhh okay yes, Derek could be a fan.
But he can’t just take a filthy, shaky phone cam pic of Stiles’ lubed hole stuffed full of dick like any ol horndog, nooo, it has to be all composition and lighting and goddamn technical things, and for fuck’s sake, Derek, we’re trying to get off, here!
So, okay, for Stiles the whole thing is pretty damn boring, and he regrets all the life choices that brought them to this, because his boner wilts the longer Derek fiddles with settings and moves them around to catch the light, but somehow Derek’s dick never really goes down. Stiles blames werewolf stamina, ugh, fuckers. Stiles just reaches a point where it’s just -sigh- okay, look, do your thing, I’m gonna put on my hoodie now, cause it’s cold as balls in here, and it’s not like we’re moving much to heat up anymore. And I might as well do my studying while you finish up back there, k? k.
So he’ll literally just be hanging there, wondering if this is how omegas feel in all those knotting fics, while Derek is doing his thing. And Stiles only complains a little bit, because he DID ask Derek, repeatedly, on a regular basis, if there was anything kinky HE’D like to try, and if this turns out to be the answer, then Stiles can deal, he’s an accepting boyfriend.
But the thing is, Derek really does get off on it. The more perfect he gets the shot, the more he really captures the beauty of Stiles’ back, his gorgeous ass, even his slightly disgruntled face? The harder he gets, and by the time he’s finally happy with the shot, and manages to fire off a few frames, catching it just right? That’s when he tosses the camera aside and fucks Stiles through the goddamn floor, and OKAY, Stiles is back in the game, totally approving of this, 100%.
At least right up until the next time he spends 20 mins on hold while his boner deflates. Oh well. He can learn to live with it. Derek went along with the Han Solo roleplay, Stiles can deal with this.
❤ spicy sterek ❤ it s coming out very well i think 🙂 thanks for the suggestions: post coitus and a lovely bite (fucking difficult to draw!!!) . stiles has lot of hair here…. i ll draw them better so stiles will actually look as stiles. XD i couldn’t resist, i wanted to let you see it XD
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