Stiles is slamming back against the wall and gasping for breath before he even knows what hit him. Derek’s fingers pin Stiles’ wrists to the wall above his head easily, in a vice like grip that hurts and Stiles can’t break no matter how hard he tugs. Derek himself is pressed against Stiles bodily, his breath hot on Stiles’ cheek.
“Shut up,” Derek growls, and it shouldn’t affect Stiles as much as it does, but he’s helpless to fight the rush of heat through his system. Derek has to know, has to smell the fear and arousal plain as day, but he just tightens his grip and scrapes his teeth along Stiles’ jaw. “Or I’ll make you shut up.”
The thing is, Stiles knows he’s making a mistake before he’s even opened his mouth. He just doesn’t think, but that’s nothing new, and he’s telling Derek I’d like to see you try before he’s even aware of the words leaving his lips
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Fill - Derek/Stiles, NC17, 2/3sansdatelimiteJuly 21 2011, 04:12:28 UTC
“I thought I told you to shut up,” Derek growls. He crawls back up the bed slowly, holding his weight up on a palm and staring down at Stiles. The fingers of his free hand skim down Stiles’ stomach, causing it to spasm and tense in anticipation, his too long nails scratching lightly. He hooks a finger under the elastic of Stiles’ boxers and tugs lightly
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Fill - Derek/Stiles, NC17, 3/3sansdatelimiteJuly 21 2011, 04:15:43 UTC
Instead, Stiles tries to push back against Derek, to grind against him and work his cock in deeper, but he’s held firmly in place. He whines in the back of his throat and Derek finally moves, shifting his weight to wrap his arm around Stiles hip and he nips at the back of Derek’s neck.
The only warning Stiles gets before Derek starts to move is a low growl and another bite, and then Derek is pulling out and thrusting back in and it’s so impossibly good that Stiles can’t think to do anything but whine and try to rock back for more, to meet Derek’s next thrust with a needy cry.
Derek tightens his grip on Stiles and thrusts in harder, shifting his weight just enough that he can angle for Stiles’ prostate and the sound of Stiles crying out for more, Derek, fuck, please, oh God, more deafens even the rough sound of skin on skin when their bodies come together. Derek drags Stiles’ hips back to meet every thrust, sliding in deeper, and his low grunts every time he bottoms out go straight to Stiles groin
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Re: Fill - Derek/Stiles, NC17, 3/3mary_greenmanAugust 2 2011, 03:20:04 UTC
I think this is the first well written, in-character on both sides smut that I've read since I've encountered the fandom. Can I just say - hot, hot, hot?
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Stiles is slamming back against the wall and gasping for breath before he even knows what hit him. Derek’s fingers pin Stiles’ wrists to the wall above his head easily, in a vice like grip that hurts and Stiles can’t break no matter how hard he tugs. Derek himself is pressed against Stiles bodily, his breath hot on Stiles’ cheek.
“Shut up,” Derek growls, and it shouldn’t affect Stiles as much as it does, but he’s helpless to fight the rush of heat through his system. Derek has to know, has to smell the fear and arousal plain as day, but he just tightens his grip and scrapes his teeth along Stiles’ jaw. “Or I’ll make you shut up.”
The thing is, Stiles knows he’s making a mistake before he’s even opened his mouth. He just doesn’t think, but that’s nothing new, and he’s telling Derek I’d like to see you try before he’s even aware of the words leaving his lips ( ... )
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The only warning Stiles gets before Derek starts to move is a low growl and another bite, and then Derek is pulling out and thrusting back in and it’s so impossibly good that Stiles can’t think to do anything but whine and try to rock back for more, to meet Derek’s next thrust with a needy cry.
Derek tightens his grip on Stiles and thrusts in harder, shifting his weight just enough that he can angle for Stiles’ prostate and the sound of Stiles crying out for more, Derek, fuck, please, oh God, more deafens even the rough sound of skin on skin when their bodies come together. Derek drags Stiles’ hips back to meet every thrust, sliding in deeper, and his low grunts every time he bottoms out go straight to Stiles groin ( ... )
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Stiles does need to shut up sometimes.
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I love how you mentioned how people don't ask him about the marks Derek leaves on him and it just made me wonder all sorts of delicious things.
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loved it :)
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