[ Thank god that Scott was smart enough to unlock that window in anticipation of the other coming over. And once Derek stopped responding, he'd also followed the others orders to the letter. His clothes gone as he rested bare on the bed, naked and hard with his ass pressed up in the air mentally counting the seconds till Derek got here. The bottle of lube next to his body and he'd even gone though the effort of already fingering himself, that hole wet with lube as he lazily stroked his cock between his legs lewdly.
He wanted just...forget being an alpha for a while.
And god if that message about being fucked and used didn't seem the perfect way to do that.]
[ It would be on brand for Derek to arrive in silence like the beefy ninja he's always been, but maybe out of eagerness — maybe out of a need for Scott to really fucking know that he's here — or maybe out of pure, god damn, so-hard-that-his-cock-is-almost-in-pain horniness, he doesn't bother staying quiet. The window to Scott's room rattles open, and when Derek steps inside, he doesn't hide the low, animal growl that rumbles from deep within his chest. Scott hears the ruffle of clothes, the unbuckling of a belt, and a deep, baritone — ]
Fffuuckk.
[ The mattress on the floor sinks as Derek gets on his knees, both his hands slapping down on Scott's ass with a hard, possessive smack. Derek leans forward and grazes his teeth against Scott's shoulder, his stubble scratching on his skin, and he reaches by him to grab the lube from the floor. He doesn't have the patience for foreplay, not now, not when he's already drooling precum like a fucking river. He sinks two fingers into Scott's tight, perfect, already wet hole, fucking in and out of him in slow, demanding thrusts while uncapping the lube with his other hand. ]
Gonna make you lose your fucking mind, Scott. Gonna make you scream until you lose your voice.
[ Scott feels his heartbeat faster at the sound of that window rattling open and that familiar growl he'd heard the night before when they'd left his bed in such an unfortunate state. Derek had a way of so easily short circuiting his brain. Of making him just run on want, need and god damn pleasure. The sound of that belt as his cock twitching hungrily between his legs. He does smirk against the bed sheets however at that reaction. Nice to know his ass can still get such a sound from the older werewolf.
He would have replied but those two hands hitting his ass get to him first- a gasp escaping from Scott as his fingers find the bedsheets. Another gasp escaping at t he feeling of that rough beard and teeth against his skin.]
Hm...Just the way you wanted me, right?
[ There's that edge of neediness to Scott's voice. Like he wanted to be told he'd done the right thing ]
FU-ck.. [ The alpha keened as those two fingers slid into his hole, he might have prepared himself but the feeling of someone else doing it was always different, more intense. Scott makes a slutty little keening sound as he rocks his fingers back against those fingers like he wanted them deeper. Needed them deeper.]
Hm..Yeah? Fucking...prove you can do that then. Fuck..
[ Was he throwing down the gauntlet a little? Maybe but hey, it was fun. ]
Show me who's property I am....Show me who owns me.
[ In all honesty, Derek knows better than anyone the pressure of being in control. He knows what it's like to project power that at times feels undeserved, at times feels like a burden, or at times feels as if it were always, always trying to slip away from between your fingers regardless of how tight a grip you might have on it. He doesn't need some fucking jedi werewolf mind trick bullshit to know that Scott's got far too much responsibility on his shoulders. ]
I didn't give you permission to speak, McCall.
[ Which is why he doesn't mind taking that control away from the true alpha, if only for a night. Sex is something he's good at. Sex is something he's fucking great at. Dominating Scott now is as much about letting him have a break from being werewolf jesus as it is about proving his power, his worth, to someone he cares for.
That and, you know. Horny.
He swats his open palm on Scott's ass the second he starts being a brat, telling Derek to prove that he can do this. There's a slight grin on his face as he leans over him, a sharp, wolfish smirk, the heat of his cock resting against the crest of Scott's ass and the small of his back, heavy, huge, intimidating. Derek bites down on Scott's ear, sharp and pressing, and he talks to him like he's training a disobedient dog. ]
[ He keeps Scott steady, one strong hand snaking under his chest to hold him in place, the other two still fucking his hole and getting him ready. He sinks them down to one knuckle, then two, searching out Scott's prostate and pressing just shy of too rough against it, stroking the bundle of nerves with the tips of his fingers as he speaks directly into Scott's ear. ]
That's the kind of language I expect from you. 'I understand, sir' - say it.
[ Fuck. Scott's cock jumps between his fingers at that those words. At the tone of Derek's voice. He can feel his precome dripping between his fingers. He bites at his lower lip but it doesn't stop that groan coming from his lips- yeah. He needed this. He needed someone to take the reigns and take the power, to make him something just...to be used.
There's a sharp gasp as that hand lands against his ass followed by a whispered "fuck" as that muscled body leans over and him and he can feel that cock rest against him. He knows how big it is but fuck if in this moment it didn't feel *huge*. Maybe Scott was just drunk on the moment, of the other being so in control. The Alpha whimpered at that bite and his head tilted slightly towards that mouth.]
Derek-
[ He doesn't get a chance as that hand forces him place and his hand leaves his cock to grip the sheets as those fingers go in deep and touch that sweet spot inside him. He feels his body rock with pleasure and he lets out a pornstar worthy moan. He nods against the bed, hearing the words dance under his skin like a drug.]
So you want to protect me and yet, fuck me within an inch of my life? God. That is pretty hot actually. And if I told you to let go of that restaint?...?
Daily training sessions? Next you'll be treating me like a little omega. But...I wouldn't be mad if you made me suck that dick every day.
If you told me to let go of that restraint... I'd break you. Physically. Mentally. Like I said, Isaac, you talk a big game, and you think you know what you want, but if you really, really, really let me use you the way I want to? The way I like to think about sometimes? You wouldn't even know your own name by the end of it. You wouldn't be able to exist without me. You would become less than my little omega - you'd become my submissive, slutty, always-on-command fucktoy incapable of thinking or feeling anything beyond your need to be absolutely fucking ruined. Again. And again. And again. You'd be an addict. Provided you didn't tap out. I mean, fuck, look at you now - drooling and begging when you've already had more than a taste. Imagine how bad it'd be if you truly had the Alpha in me.
[ God. Issac really does have issues because reading that, it just sent a delighted full body shiver down his body. His lips pressing together as he made a point re-read it again before replying. He really blamed his Daddy issues and his past for this.
The reply takes a moment before it comes with a picture.
Issac stood in front of a mirror, that pretty naked body on display. As angelic and handsome as ever- the werewolf had always had looks that could take someone's breath away, but this? Bare. Naked. His cock aching hard between his legs and just as pretty as best of them. He looked a mix of innocent and sinful, like a naked siren designed to throw yourself against the rocks for.
His bright eyes glinted into the camera and his lips pouted slightly. ]
Daddy. You think about me like that? Like your little fucktoy? Something to be broken and used? Hm?
I miss your come dripping down my chin.
How sinful is that?
You think I can't handle that.
Handle you?
I've been collared before. Does that make you mad? That someone else held my leash? Someone not as good as you?
I'm so fucking hard, Derek. Daddy. Don't you want me to moan that for you? I bet you do.
[He's about to write more when the next message comes]
fuck. Okay
[He practically is ready, the whole conversation has been so fucking hot - what's decidedly less hot is how he nearly faceplants getting tangled in the jeans still halfway down his thighs when he rolls off the bed and scrambles to neaten up his room, unlatch the window and get naked all at the same time, but after a whirl of activity that leaves him flushed and panting even more than he already was, he's back on the bed working himself open with slicked-up fingers]
[ Derek arrives like a fucking hurricane, showing up in record time at Stiles' windowsill, already out of breath. The big bad wolf of Beacon Hills actually ran to Stiles' place with such needy, horny urgency that his god damn chest hurts. He knocks open the second floor window to Stiles' bedroom with his shoulder, stumbles inside and feezes, his mouth going dry as he takes in the sight of the boy fucking himself open on his bed, just for Derek. That tight fucking body. Derek's cock is raging against his thigh.
The only signs that he's been drinking are the half-lidded eyes and the pale scent of diluted wolfsbane clinging to his clothes. If anything, he looks like hes been moon starved; slightly animalistic, slightly out of control. He struggles with his shirt in his haste to get it off over his head, making a guttural noise followed by a rrrip as he tears it off his skin, too impatient. He kickes off his shoes and jeans as he stumbles onto the mattress, his boxerbriefs tenting with the massive heft of his dick. ]
Good fucking boy. [ Derek breathes, leaning in, his breath hot against Stiles' skin. He grazes his teeth against Stiles' ass, threatening to bite down, before pulling back with an exhausted, agonizingly aroused laugh. ] Fuck, look at you.
[Stiles still jumps a little as his window is shoved open because he really wasn't expecting Derek to arrive that fast, and he can't help but stare with wide eyes at the panting, hungry werewolf suddenly standing there in his bedroom looking at him like he, Stiles, is a particularly juicy steak.
Fuck it makes his cock twitch almost in eager anticipation and he can't quite believe that Derek Hale wants him this badly. So badly he rips his shirt, apparently, and dear god that's unfairly hot.
He bites back a moan when Derek calls him a good boy again, the warmth of his closeness almost burning, not that it stops the trail of goosebumps that spring up in response to the feeling of Derek's breath whispering across his skin.
He finally breaks mostly out of his stupor, at least enough to continue the careful thrust of slick fingers inside himself - Derek doesn't look inclined to wait much longer and he'd rather be as stretched as possible before that tenuous control is lost. Another moan, less stifled, greets the press of teeth and Stiles is surprised he hasn't come already. He returns Derek's laugh with one of his own, disbelieving. Despite the fact he's literally naked and fingering himself in front of the older man, it's those words that deepen the red in his flushed cheeks.]
Look at me? Look at you! Fuck I can't believe how hot you are.
[He's turned to study Derek over his shoulder, and his gaze drifts down that muscular body until it lands on the impressive tent in his boxers and he grins, unable to stop himself as his eyes twinkle with mischief.]
[ the obvious all the better to fuck you with never gets voiced, unfortunately, because derek hale likely believes that fun and joy is for idiot losers whose parents haven't been baked into werewolf bits. Even now, at the height of raw, animal attraction, drunk half from lust and half from literal god damn poison, the trademark Hale Eyeroll™ makes a minor appearance. welcome to the stage: the slight, irritated twitch of one of his eyebrows. and then the show is over. he's too desperate to fuck to dwell on how annoying this kid is. ]
Shut up.
[ without waiting for permission, Derek half slaps, half nudges Stiles' hand out of the way, positioning his jaw at his ass. with a long, probing swipe of his tongue, Derek laps at Stiles' entrance and the bridge to his balls, dragging his tongue in him, through him, down him. he reaches beneath Stiles and curls his fingers around the base of his dick, not stroking yet, but squeezing with a firm and surprisingly smooth grip, just to let him really feel it. feel the fact that derek hale is here, eating his ass like his life depends on it.
he circles his tongue around the rim of stiles' hole, scratching him with his stubble, squeezing one cheek with his free hand. he fucks in and out of him with his tongue, looking up at Stiles from over his shoulder as he gets faster, deeper, more demanding. ]
[One day Stiles is going to make this grumpy asshole crack a smile, and not just because he's injured or something. Today is not that day, however, and Stiles thinks he can be okay with that, because that growled instruction to shut up is hotter than it has any right to be and, well, Stiles is willing to forgive Derek just about everything he's ever done wrong the second that warm, wet tongue touches his ass.]
Fu-uck...
[The words is drawn out in a low groan and Stiles lets his body fall forward, catching himself on his elbows and pushing his hips up into the contact. He hangs his head between his arms for a moment just trying to catch his breath, to process that yes, that is Derek Hale's hand wrapping around his throbbing dick, and more importantly yes, that is Derek Hale's usually acerbic tongue fucking into his hole with an enthusiasm Stiles would not have imagined possible. He thinks the only reason he isn't passing out from pleasure is because his brain is smart enough to know that he absolutely has to hold on, because as mind-numbingly erotic as this is, it's only the appetiser and there's no way in hell he's missing the main course.
He lifts his head so he can look back over his shoulder again and finds himself meeting Derek's eyes. The intensity he sees there should probably be intimidating, but maybe all the danger he's endured has fucked something up in his brain because all it does is send a shiver of pure lust running down his spine. It might also be because it's hard to feel scared of someone while they are actively eating your ass. He doesn't really dwell on it for very long, he has better things to think about, like the feeling of Derek's saliva running down onto his balls, or the tight heat of Derek's fist around his dick. He bites his lip and makes a noise that sounds embarrassingly like a needy whine, dropping his head again]
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tfln | whatisstarwars
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He wanted just...forget being an alpha for a while.
And god if that message about being fucked and used didn't seem the perfect way to do that.]
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Fffuuckk.
[ The mattress on the floor sinks as Derek gets on his knees, both his hands slapping down on Scott's ass with a hard, possessive smack. Derek leans forward and grazes his teeth against Scott's shoulder, his stubble scratching on his skin, and he reaches by him to grab the lube from the floor. He doesn't have the patience for foreplay, not now, not when he's already drooling precum like a fucking river. He sinks two fingers into Scott's tight, perfect, already wet hole, fucking in and out of him in slow, demanding thrusts while uncapping the lube with his other hand. ]
Gonna make you lose your fucking mind, Scott. Gonna make you scream until you lose your voice.
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He would have replied but those two hands hitting his ass get to him first- a gasp escaping from Scott as his fingers find the bedsheets. Another gasp escaping at t he feeling of that rough beard and teeth against his skin.]
Hm...Just the way you wanted me, right?
[ There's that edge of neediness to Scott's voice. Like he wanted to be told he'd done the right thing ]
FU-ck.. [ The alpha keened as those two fingers slid into his hole, he might have prepared himself but the feeling of someone else doing it was always different, more intense. Scott makes a slutty little keening sound as he rocks his fingers back against those fingers like he wanted them deeper. Needed them deeper.]
Hm..Yeah? Fucking...prove you can do that then. Fuck..
[ Was he throwing down the gauntlet a little? Maybe but hey, it was fun. ]
Show me who's property I am....Show me who owns me.
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I didn't give you permission to speak, McCall.
[ Which is why he doesn't mind taking that control away from the true alpha, if only for a night. Sex is something he's good at. Sex is something he's fucking great at. Dominating Scott now is as much about letting him have a break from being werewolf jesus as it is about proving his power, his worth, to someone he cares for.
That and, you know. Horny.
He swats his open palm on Scott's ass the second he starts being a brat, telling Derek to prove that he can do this. There's a slight grin on his face as he leans over him, a sharp, wolfish smirk, the heat of his cock resting against the crest of Scott's ass and the small of his back, heavy, huge, intimidating. Derek bites down on Scott's ear, sharp and pressing, and he talks to him like he's training a disobedient dog. ]
'Yes, sir'. 'No, sir'. 'Please, sir'. 'Thank you, sir'.
[ He keeps Scott steady, one strong hand snaking under his chest to hold him in place, the other two still fucking his hole and getting him ready. He sinks them down to one knuckle, then two, searching out Scott's prostate and pressing just shy of too rough against it, stroking the bundle of nerves with the tips of his fingers as he speaks directly into Scott's ear. ]
That's the kind of language I expect from you. 'I understand, sir' - say it.
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There's a sharp gasp as that hand lands against his ass followed by a whispered "fuck" as that muscled body leans over and him and he can feel that cock rest against him. He knows how big it is but fuck if in this moment it didn't feel *huge*. Maybe Scott was just drunk on the moment, of the other being so in control. The Alpha whimpered at that bite and his head tilted slightly towards that mouth.]
Derek-
[ He doesn't get a chance as that hand forces him place and his hand leaves his cock to grip the sheets as those fingers go in deep and touch that sweet spot inside him. He feels his body rock with pleasure and he lets out a pornstar worthy moan. He nods against the bed, hearing the words dance under his skin like a drug.]
Yes, sir. Sorry. Sir. Please...Sir...
tfln | packjumping
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So you want to protect me and yet, fuck me within an inch of my life?
God.
That is pretty hot actually.
And if I told you to let go of that restaint?...?
Daily training sessions?
Next you'll be treating me like a little omega.
But...I wouldn't be mad if you made me suck that dick every day.
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I'd break you. Physically. Mentally.
Like I said, Isaac, you talk a big game, and you think you know what you want, but if you really, really, really let me use you the way I want to? The way I like to think about sometimes?
You wouldn't even know your own name by the end of it. You wouldn't be able to exist without me.
You would become less than my little omega - you'd become my submissive, slutty, always-on-command fucktoy incapable of thinking or feeling anything beyond your need to be absolutely fucking ruined. Again. And again. And again.
You'd be an addict. Provided you didn't tap out.
I mean, fuck, look at you now - drooling and begging when you've already had more than a taste. Imagine how bad it'd be if you truly had the Alpha in me.
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The reply takes a moment before it comes with a picture.
Issac stood in front of a mirror, that pretty naked body on display. As angelic and handsome as ever- the werewolf had always had looks that could take someone's breath away, but this? Bare. Naked. His cock aching hard between his legs and just as pretty as best of them. He looked a mix of innocent and sinful, like a naked siren designed to throw yourself against the rocks for.
His bright eyes glinted into the camera and his lips pouted slightly. ]
Daddy. You think about me like that? Like your little fucktoy? Something to be broken and used? Hm?
I miss your come dripping down my chin.
How sinful is that?
You think I can't handle that.
Handle you?
I've been collared before. Does that make you mad? That someone else held my leash? Someone not as good as you?
I'm so fucking hard, Derek. Daddy. Don't you want me to moan that for you? I bet you do.
tfln | keepsmeawake
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Could be fun to strip you down and force you to beg outside my door.
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In a fucking way, obviously
Especially now I know no toy I have can compare, sort of ruins the fantasising a bit
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Might want to see you using them.
I'm coming over.
Now.
Get ready. No excuses.
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a couple
[He's about to write more when the next message comes]
fuck. Okay
[He practically is ready, the whole conversation has been so fucking hot - what's decidedly less hot is how he nearly faceplants getting tangled in the jeans still halfway down his thighs when he rolls off the bed and scrambles to neaten up his room, unlatch the window and get naked all at the same time, but after a whirl of activity that leaves him flushed and panting even more than he already was, he's back on the bed working himself open with slicked-up fingers]
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The only signs that he's been drinking are the half-lidded eyes and the pale scent of diluted wolfsbane clinging to his clothes. If anything, he looks like hes been moon starved; slightly animalistic, slightly out of control. He struggles with his shirt in his haste to get it off over his head, making a guttural noise followed by a rrrip as he tears it off his skin, too impatient. He kickes off his shoes and jeans as he stumbles onto the mattress, his boxerbriefs tenting with the massive heft of his dick. ]
Good fucking boy. [ Derek breathes, leaning in, his breath hot against Stiles' skin. He grazes his teeth against Stiles' ass, threatening to bite down, before pulling back with an exhausted, agonizingly aroused laugh. ] Fuck, look at you.
Derek I'm so sorry XD
[Stiles still jumps a little as his window is shoved open because he really wasn't expecting Derek to arrive that fast, and he can't help but stare with wide eyes at the panting, hungry werewolf suddenly standing there in his bedroom looking at him like he, Stiles, is a particularly juicy steak.
Fuck it makes his cock twitch almost in eager anticipation and he can't quite believe that Derek Hale wants him this badly. So badly he rips his shirt, apparently, and dear god that's unfairly hot.
He bites back a moan when Derek calls him a good boy again, the warmth of his closeness almost burning, not that it stops the trail of goosebumps that spring up in response to the feeling of Derek's breath whispering across his skin.
He finally breaks mostly out of his stupor, at least enough to continue the careful thrust of slick fingers inside himself - Derek doesn't look inclined to wait much longer and he'd rather be as stretched as possible before that tenuous control is lost. Another moan, less stifled, greets the press of teeth and Stiles is surprised he hasn't come already. He returns Derek's laugh with one of his own, disbelieving. Despite the fact he's literally naked and fingering himself in front of the older man, it's those words that deepen the red in his flushed cheeks.]
Look at me? Look at you! Fuck I can't believe how hot you are.
[He's turned to study Derek over his shoulder, and his gaze drifts down that muscular body until it lands on the impressive tent in his boxers and he grins, unable to stop himself as his eyes twinkle with mischief.]
What a big cock you have, Mr Wolf.
he deserves worse
Shut up.
[ without waiting for permission, Derek half slaps, half nudges Stiles' hand out of the way, positioning his jaw at his ass. with a long, probing swipe of his tongue, Derek laps at Stiles' entrance and the bridge to his balls, dragging his tongue in him, through him, down him. he reaches beneath Stiles and curls his fingers around the base of his dick, not stroking yet, but squeezing with a firm and surprisingly smooth grip, just to let him really feel it. feel the fact that derek hale is here, eating his ass like his life depends on it.
he circles his tongue around the rim of stiles' hole, scratching him with his stubble, squeezing one cheek with his free hand. he fucks in and out of him with his tongue, looking up at Stiles from over his shoulder as he gets faster, deeper, more demanding. ]
Re: he deserves worse
[One day Stiles is going to make this grumpy asshole crack a smile, and not just because he's injured or something. Today is not that day, however, and Stiles thinks he can be okay with that, because that growled instruction to shut up is hotter than it has any right to be and, well, Stiles is willing to forgive Derek just about everything he's ever done wrong the second that warm, wet tongue touches his ass.]
Fu-uck...
[The words is drawn out in a low groan and Stiles lets his body fall forward, catching himself on his elbows and pushing his hips up into the contact. He hangs his head between his arms for a moment just trying to catch his breath, to process that yes, that is Derek Hale's hand wrapping around his throbbing dick, and more importantly yes, that is Derek Hale's usually acerbic tongue fucking into his hole with an enthusiasm Stiles would not have imagined possible. He thinks the only reason he isn't passing out from pleasure is because his brain is smart enough to know that he absolutely has to hold on, because as mind-numbingly erotic as this is, it's only the appetiser and there's no way in hell he's missing the main course.
He lifts his head so he can look back over his shoulder again and finds himself meeting Derek's eyes. The intensity he sees there should probably be intimidating, but maybe all the danger he's endured has fucked something up in his brain because all it does is send a shiver of pure lust running down his spine. It might also be because it's hard to feel scared of someone while they are actively eating your ass. He doesn't really dwell on it for very long, he has better things to think about, like the feeling of Derek's saliva running down onto his balls, or the tight heat of Derek's fist around his dick. He bites his lip and makes a noise that sounds embarrassingly like a needy whine, dropping his head again]
Fuck, Derek, please...