Prompt Post 01
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"Yeah," he sees Derek mutter absentmindedly, feels it, and then Derek continues, "I'm going to." He lifts Stiles up higher, even, so that Stiles has a twinge as he's up on his elbows, taking some weight off his shoulders, but it's not uncomfortable so much as startling. And then Derek licks him, a smooth wet hot stripe right up Stiles’ ass crack, and oh - Stiles can’t - he’s never -
“Good,” Stiles manages, and and he feels Derek laugh, feels his breath huff out against Stiles’ hole before he’s licking again, hard, tongue flat and teasing the way it presses on him but not in him. It feels odd, startling, and amazing in a completely foreign way. He wants more.
“Speechless?” Derek asks, and his teasing tone makes Stiles indignant. His actions, the fact that he’s stopping to talk for fuck’s sake, make Stiles wriggle again to try and knee him.
“Stop talking,” Stiles says. “Please, for the love of God, just stop talking and start - oh,” Stiles groans, because the hands on his thighs flex as Derek leans back down, licking against him, the tip of his tongue trying to slide in. “Oh God oh God oh please Derek,” Stiles is babbling, he knows, but Derek’s tongue is licking into his ass, and it feels like it should never end.
Derek listens to him, though, and doesn’t comment on his incoherency or the fact that pre-come is already dripping from Stiles’ cock onto his chest. Stiles knows he knows, he can feel Derek’s hands squeezing his thighs like they always do when Stiles gets close and Derek can smell it. It only makes Derek work harder, and Stiles is so very happy about that, because Derek’s tonguing him, trying to get the tip in, and God.
Werewolf strength everywhere, of course, but Stiles’ knows that Derek’s tongue licking inside of him - deep and then deeper - is doing things a normal person couldn’t. His mouth is flat against Stiles’ ass, giving him the dirtiest, wettest openmouth kiss, tongue licking inside of him in curls and flexes. Stiles is shaking, from his shoulders to where his feet hand uselessly behind Derek, and Derek is just fucking him with his tongue like he wants to go one forever.
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Stiles bucks, his body shaking harder, convulsing under Derek’s mouth. Stiles can’t breath for a moment, his entire body tense, the feeling of Derek still moving in him sharper, clearer, as his cock jerks and he’s coming without being touched. Pleasure is quaking his body, wracking it and Stiles can hear himself screaming but he doesn’t care.
The pleasure doesn’t stop, it doesn’t stop, it doesn’t stop, God. Derek slides his tongue out and Stiles has never heard the sound he makes. It’s a growl, and a groan, and it’s so needy and longing that Stiles tries to answer, saying “Derek, Derek, please,” over and over again. Derek’s tongue is replaced by another finger, and then he’s just licking around them, dipping his tongue in and out. Stiles is still blissfully high on his orgasm, Derek’s fingers curling into his prostate in desperate motions, like Stiles’ pleasure will get Derek off too.
It won’t, but Derek is suddenly the most generous person Stiles knows. Each press of Derek’s fingers makes it last longer, each time his tongue presses in for a faint stretch Stiles gets a little bit - more. More pleasure, louder, weaker with how long he’s going to come. His cock stopped pulsing except for a faint spurt occasionally, but the way Derek’s working him, getting another finger inside and ruthlessly deep, curling and stroking. He can’t take much more, humans aren’t meant for it.
“I may pass out,” Stiles warns, his voice rough and low from the screams and shouts Derek’s fingers pushed out of him. Immediately Derek stills, and Stiles whines high in his throat as Derek pulls out, his fingers leaving Stiles’ ass empty. “But that was only encouragement,” Stiles tries to protest, though he does breath easier as Derek shifts him, laying him down flat on his back. He moves his legs, spreading them wider so Derek can get in between, wondering a little at his complete lack of self-consciousness around the man.
Maybe when a guy has been thoroughly enjoying your ass with his tongue, self-consciousness seems stupid. “Comfortable?” Derek asks, but he doesn’t give Stiles a chance to answer before he’s flipping Stiles over, pressing him flat to the mattress, spreading his ass cheeks before he just goes for it again, tonguing Stiles’ hole.
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Derek loves to prove him wrong, though, because he palms Stiles’ ass further apart before sliding two fingers in, his tongue out to lick around them and oh God, Stiles knows that Derek is tasting where they meet, where Stiles ends and Derek begins. The thought makes Stiles a little envious, and a little grossed out, and so turned on that he can’t help but clench around Derek’s fingers and try to rock back. He’s held firm against the bed with Derek’s hands pressing him down and spreading him, and his dick is twitching from the rubbing against his sheets, and the way Derek is teasing another orgasm into existence. Stiles can feel the beginnings of it low in his belly, the fire and burn spreading, his dick stiffening and not ready to come yet.
It’s a constant pleasant ache inside him that he just wants fulfilled, burying his face in his arms and moaning, tired and blissed out. Derek’s tongue presses in between his fingers, or maybe that’s a third finger, Stiles isn’t sure. But the burn is perfect, it’s the distraction he needs from being flung into another orgasm so quickly it might be painful.
He’s not entirely sure that the first one ended, because the near-constant pressure against his prostate and the pleasure he’s felt since Derek brought him off has never truly gone. Derek is a beast, literally and figuratively, and it’s impossible that this could happen. Humans aren’t meant to live through this sort of pleasure.
“Derek, please, please, just - God, not that,” Stiles says, breathless and laughing as Derek growls against his ass and curls his fingers hard, stroking Stiles’ prostate. Derek is going to make him come as many times as it’s humanly possible for a - well, a human to come.
Stiles’ cock twitches, hard and sensitive, and it’s all over when Derek presses a little harder into him, his fourth finger stretching Stiles’. His body arches as bright hot washes through him, so sudden and jarring and good it’s painful. It’s too soon, but he’s shaking under Derek, his dick barely spurting. It doesn’t matter though, because Derek’s fingers press hard, almost too hard into his prostate, and Stiles’ vision whites out.
He’s drifting on lingering pleasure when he can see again, on his back, and shifts a little. “Derek,” Stiles whines, because he’s pressed firmly back to the bed. Derek’s leaning over him, his head bent down to lick up Stiles’ come, and Stiles is honestly torn, now, because he can’t decide if Derek’s cock, or Derek’s tongue provides more miracles. Maybe it’s just Derek.
“Hush,” Derek says from somewhere near his navel, and Stiles relaxes, stretching a little. Stiles wonders if Derek is still hard, and despite the workout he’s had, he hopes that Derek is.
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THIS IS AMAZING AND GORGEOUS AND UNF THE PICTURE IS BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL PLEASE HAVE MY CHILDREN
oh god you have broken my soul forever
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Lol this prompt spoke to me like you have no idea, omg. I have this idea that Derek knows that he can do anything to Stiles and Stiles, being young and sex-driven, will LOVE it all. And Derek loves that.
tl;dr I love you and I loved this prompt and you might be my soul twin.
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my journal isn't stalker-friendly and I am sorry D: I mostly just have links to my Inception fic up, not really too much Teen Wolf fic yet BUT I AM TRYING.
I have this vague idea for a kind of sequel to this, but I'm nervous to write to because it's like, like, such ambitious porn even for me! And I feel like all I do is write porn.
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And lol, I feel like a lot of fandom's expectations are based off of what they read in fic, not in actual series'. Which is odd, but I guess it kind of makes sense, you know? We like to write to sneak a peek in the part of the lives that we don't see.
I might have possibly uploaded the first episode for a friend, if you would like the link too?
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