(Derek's pov. IK THAT THE LAST 2 HAVE BEEN DEREK POV AND GUESS WHAT?! SO WILL THE ONE AFTER THIS MWAHAHAHHAHHAA)
Scott always says stiles is a virgin And that he's too scared to have sex. Is that what stiles is telling him? That the reason he doesn't have a girlfriend or Pursue Lydia anymore is cause he's too scared? He didn't seem to be scared when he climbed into my passenger seat and begged me to let him suck my cock.
"Derek... please." He whined in that needy fucking tone. He was smoking a joint with his shirt off in my passenger seat. Both his cock and his nipples were hard but he did have the windows down on a 30 degree night. "I need it Derek! You don't understand!" He exclaimed. "No stiles. I don't wanna get into a wreck." I spoke in a stern tone. "God I love when you use that voice... but please Derek. It's not fair! I need it!" He said. "How Is not fair?" I asked trying to get him to explain why he "needed" to give me a blowjob. "When I suck your dick my brain turns off and all I have to think about is making sure your feeling good. And for once I'm at perfect peace! Why are you trying to take that away from me?" He explained in a needy and desperate tone. "Derek... please... I need it... I'll never ask for anything ever again!" He shouted. "Fine. But I'm not doing any work." I said and moved my seat so my lower half was more accessible. He immediately undid his seat belt and leaned over. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out of my boxers. I was semi hard and he start to lap at the tip. The second I felt his warm and greedy mouth wrap around the tip of my cock I was erect. He seemed very happy about that. He licked the length and tried to fit it all down his throat. He couldn't, which was something I'd learned awhile ago. Every time he saw my cock or it was going inside of him somehow, he always said something about how big it was. Usually when he was trying to ride me he would whine in my ear about It being too big or too thick. He never reaches base. He's tried to bottom out on my cock but he always ends up crying and not getting it all. He was slobbering all over my cock and my pants and making obscene gagging noises. He seemed to be having the time of his life.
Lydia always says that stiles was super sensitive during sex. That he would cry during or after. That he'd make sure she came, then he'd finish, lay down and cry. He'd be a babbling mess that wasn't consolable and would pass out sobbing. That one is true.
Stiles was underneath me on his back. We were in his bed late at night and we both were completely naked. I was pounding into him relentlessly fast and hard. His body shook with every thrust and he was crying and moaning. He was holding onto my arms which were holding onto the bed frame for balance. His legs were held at the sides of my torso. "Derek! Fuck!" He cried out. "Good boy... mmh... just stay still baby..." I groaned in his ear. I kept fucking into him without a break. He looked up at me with tears streaming down his face and snot and slobber running. As gross as it sounds it was a beautiful site knowing he only looked that way cause he was going through so much pleasure. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Derek! I wanna cum! Let me cum!" He begged loudly. "Just hold out for a little more... ungh!" I cooed in his ear. "I can't! Please! Derek I can't! Please-" he was begging in a desperate and loud voice until I put my hand over his mouth and fucked into him harder. I groaned and growled loudly as he squirmed and whimpered into my hand. "Good boy... don't cum baby... I need you to hold out... just be my good boy and hold it in..." I said in grunts as I thrusted into him. I move my hand from his mouth to his neck and gently wrapped my hand around his neck. He looked up at me with thick tears ran down his eyes, temples and onto the pillow. "I'm close stiles... do you want me to choke you?" I whispered the question in his ear and he nodded very quickly "yes Please...!" He groaned. I put gentle pressure on the sides of his neck. He smiled and moaned. "Harder!" He growled. I put more pressure and fucked into him faster. We both started groaned and panting together as we both got close. "Fuck! Yes Derek!" He groaned in deeper voice then before. I growled and grunted with each thrust. I let go so he could get as much air as possible and right as I was about to cum I pushed all down hard to cut off almost all air. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth hung open as I came in him, as soon as he felt the warm feeling in him he came in spurts with each deep thrust.
Jackson always makes fun of stiles physique. He Calls him too skinny and weak for lacrosse or to run with the pack. Clearly he hasn't seen him naked. Or maybe he has but not in the past few months. Since me and stiles started having sex he's been working out a lot. He officially has the slight lines of a 4 packs and stronger biceps. But I understand why stiles doesn't get naked in front of him anymore. He is covered in bruises and love bites and the scars from the bites and the whips.
Stiles was standing in the mirror in my bathroom. He was looking at the beautiful bites and bruises that compliment his pale skin. He smiled gently as I wrapped my arms around his stomach and pulled him into my chest. "Your so handsome stiles." I whispered in his ear. He chuckled "you still think I look good when I look like I've been beat?" He asked. I grab his chin and kiss his cheek "i love the bruises and marks. I know I made them when I was making you feel good." I cooed in his ear. "Oh fuck you..." he laughed and I nipped at his ear. "I mean if your offering." I chuckled and rubbed his ass on my crotch. I traced his 4 pack and kissed his neck. "Your such a pretty boy... so handsome and cute... and the best part is that your all mine." I growled in his ear. He shuddered and I gripped him harder. "Your mine... all mine... I have the best little toy in the world." I cooed in his ear. "I know, That vibrator in your bedside table feels amazing on my dick." He teased and I swatted his ass which caused him to yelp. "You know what I meant."
Malia always says that stiles would put up walls when he was sad. That it was like he lost all feelings and love for anyone or anything when he felt sad. It was clear that he was sad but that he was almost programmed to shut down when he was sad. She's right about that.
"Stiles don't act like this..." i mumbled as I sat on the other end of the couch. He was just sitting there, stone cold face. "Don't you see where I'm coming from? I'm almost 25. My brain will officially have formed and we will have been dating for 3 years. It's time we tell everyone. Don't you agree?" I asked and scooted closer to him. He rolled his eyes and looked at me. "I'm, my, I, me, me, me. Is that all you think about? What about me? Do you know what people will do to ME if they found out we're together? Your big and strong and a fucking werewolf. I'm not dude. They will fucking kill me, do you get that?" He ranted. "Despite what you think, 'dude'. This town isn't as backwards and homophobic as you believe." I snapped back. "That's complete fucking bullshit, and you would know that was bullshit if you looked anything like me muscle wise. I barely have a fucking 4 pack while you have a 6 pack! I barley have upper arm strength, I can't run for 2 fucking hours with no breaks, I can't carry you on my back like your a backpack. but you can and you do. So don't pretend for a fucking second that when we walk down the street together you get worried about me walking away and you being left all alone to die!" He screamed at me. "I-" I cut myself off and looked at him. "Do... are you afraid for your life cause your bi?" I asked. He looked away "I don't wanna talk about it..." he mumbled. "Your afraid..." I whispered. "Your afraid of dying for being with me... stiles why didn't you say anything? I thought you were getting in shape to get in shape not cause you were scared of being murdered... stiles if you had said something, fucking anything, I could have helped you. Protected you. Do things to make you feel safe. st-" he cut me off "1. Don't you ever think I'm so weak I need you to protect me. 2. I don't want you to go out of your way to accommodate my feelings. I'm not a toddler." He hissed. "Stiles we're boyfriends, are jobs is to make each other feel safe and happy! If I have to go out of my way, I'll fucking do it! I love you. And I want you to feel safe and happy!" I shouted and stood up. He looked up at me and then down. "I love you too." He mumbled "...I just don't wanna be this annoying guy you have to take care of and protect. I'm your boyfriend not your kid, you shouldn't have to feel like my protecter." He added. I smiled at him "I wanna take care of you and make you feel safe. I get it, you don't wanna feel like a bother but I love you no matter what. And I want to be able to walk down the street with you and you not be scared of being killed." I said. He looked up at smiled at me. "I want that too..."
