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The next time Derek got Stiles back to the apartment it was hot. They were both sweaty and smiling as they kissed their way up the elevator and into the apartment. They didn’t say anything but Stiles wanted to just wash up and get filled.
They’d had sex a few more times, once in Stiles’s dorm with most of their clothes on, and twice in Derek’s car. She liked riding Derek in his car, it scratched that voyeur itch she tried to ignore. Plus sitting topless in a sexy car driving down rural roads made her feel amazing.
They hit his apartment door and Stiles was already untying her sneakers. The windows were opened, letting in the cool breeze along with the AC that was still hit or miss. She kicked off her shoes, prepared to wash the sweat off her skin before diving into the bed with Derek.
But as she was about to run off to the bathroom, she was being shoved onto the couch and Derek’s knees were hitting the floor between her feet. It was quick, his hands moving her body as he wanted.
She stared down at him, in shock of how good he looked. Kneeling between her legs, his own sweat marking his gray t-shirt, his jeans stretched across his thighs where they spread to get him even, face to face, with her crotch.
He looked hungry, breathing heavily as his hands slid up her legs under her flowy yellow dress. He flicked the skirt up to lay across her belly, exposing her boyshort underwear. It was then that Stiles realized she was actually too sweaty for this, knowing the light pink of her underwear showed every bit of sweat.
“Derek, lemme get a shower real quick.” She said and tried to get up but Derek’s eyes, those big stupid puppy eyes, were staring up at her. His hands holding her hips down onto the couch.
“Please Stiles, I want to. Now.” Derek said his voice begging as he leaned in to nuzzle up the inside of her thigh. His nose dragging across the sensitive skin there, lips dragging up till he was right at the crease of her thigh.
It was so fucking hot. Those puppy eyes looking up at her as he nosed at her mound. He took in a big breath, eyes fluttering for a moment. Stiles felt breathless, he was so hot. And weird.
“Okay. But I wanna get this dress off, I’m cooking.” Stiles said, smiling as she lifted her dress off. Derek ripped at her underwear, yanking them over her socked feet. Derek huffed and yanked the socks off too. She was left in her t-shirt bra, the light fabric darkened a bit by her sweat. Derek looked at her, eyes roaming over her body, her sun pinked shoulders and her newly short hair. His eyes landed on her bra, tracing the seam that ran along the bottom. He pouted, face pulling as he stared at it, hands running up and down her calves absently.
Stiles rolled her eyes and reached back to unclip her bra, wiggling it off and tossing at Derek’s face. He caught it and brought it up to his face, inhaling deeply. She watched. It was hot, seeing how much he liked how she smelled.
She then felt a bit embarrassed being entirely naked while Derek was still dressed, his own sneakers barely kicked off.
“Derek-” She started, looking away in embarrassment, hands going to cover herself but he was leaning in. Hands spreading her knees farther apart, nose running over the trimmed hair, lips grazing her clit. He pulled her hips, bringing her to the very edge of the couch. She shivered as the cool from one of the fans caught her sweaty skin and damp slit.
Derek looked at her as he kissed her thighs, teeth just skimming the surface.
“Fuck! God, Derek” Stiles moaned, grabbing Derek’s hair as his tongue slipped between her lips, licking from her wet hole up to her clit, giving it a little swirl. He hummed, eyes closed like he was in heaven. He closed his eyes, moving so he was closer to his prize.
He was vigorous, lapping at her hole, gently licking inside shallowly, sucking at her clit. He was moaning, vibrations rolling through Stiles as she held onto his hair, clawing at his scalp.
She cried out, pleasure rolling through her. It was intense, almost overwhelming. Derek was holding her, grounding her, his hands like vices on her hips, holding her to his face.
It was a more thunderous feeling as her orgasm came closer and closer, a rolling ocean that started washing up her body. From her ankles up to her chest, it was taking over her, pleasure overwhelming as Derek doubled down, his tongue slipping into her easily and teeth skimming across the bud of her clit.
She moaned out, a deep sound breaking from her heaving chest as she came, thighs shaking beside his head, hands pulling roughly at his hair.
She was dizzy, breathless, and twitching as it slowed down. Derek kept going, less, happily licking away everything she gave him, savoring each drop that hit his tongue. He looked relaxed, hands in his lap as he licked at her hole. She could barely breathe and it was getting to be too much. She shoved at his head, pulling her hips away from his greedy mouth.
“Down boy, down.” Stiles said as she looked down at his face. The whole bottom of his face was wet and he had a dopey grin on his face. She huffed a laugh and let his head go, leaning back on the couch. She let him place a few kisses across her, from her clit down to her hole, across her thighs. She was about to stop him when he had his head laid on her thigh, nose in the crease, huffing a big breath in. She gasped, the breath out tickled her.
Derek was weird. He liked smelling her and licking her and shoving his face into her thighs. It felt good, for someone to be in love with her body so much they got drunk off it. And as Derek pulled back there was only one word to explain the look on his face and that was it; drunk .
“You’re so gross” Stiles said and cupped his jaw. He leaned into it nuzzling her palm, turning to kiss her fingers. She looked down to catch the obvious bulge in his shorts. And the big wet spot that was forming.
“I like you. You let me do it.” Derek said and crawled onto the couch, shoving her to lay down along it so he could kneel back between her legs. His bulge was obvious, hard and needy even with the cum starting to stain the front.
“You can fuck me if you want. I can cum again.” She whispered and Derek shook his head, pulling his shirt off and shoving his shorts down and off. He bared himself, leaving his stained underwear on. His cock was obvious now through the wet fabric, hard and thick. She could go for another round, not wanting to waste a very nice opportunity for a dicking.
“I don’t want to.” Derek said and laid down, his head laying on her sternum, his weight solid. He was heavy but not heavy enough for her to not be able to breathe.
He was just warm and his chest hair tickled her nude skin. It felt nice, having him lay on her. She liked it, it was a compression she yearned for on bad days and affection she craved all the time.
She traced over his back tattoo. Something to do with his family that he hadn’t talked about much. It was pretty against his muscles. She spun her fingers around the swirls, enjoying his content sigh.
“You’re weird, ya know.” Stiles said and started looking at the bookshelves he had around his tv. She hadn’t spent much time in his apartment other than his bathroom and bedroom, never really taking the time to look over his measly decorations. She looked over the books and a few framed photos, a few knickknacks here and there.
He grumbled and kissed her stomach, sleepy from the day out and untouched orgasm. She caught sight of something. Something she thought she knew what was but wasn’t sure.
“Are you bi?” She asked, the little tricolor flag sitting in a cup with an American flag next to it. It was sat next to a legal document of some sort. Derek hummed and turned to look up at her.
“Yeah but I like girls.” Derek said plainly one of his one hands coming up to cup her breast, just feeling the squish of it.
“What’s that mean?” Stiles asked, fingers going to his hair, skimming his ears.
“I like… men. I like getting fucked by guys and giving head and all that. I like having sex with men, getting fucked by men. But I really like girls. They’re just… different… You especially. You smell good and you don’t think it’s weird that I take care of you when you fall asleep after sex and you let me ya know…” Derek said, his eyes flicking down to gesture to what they had just done. He was blushing, a color going to the tips of his ears. Stiles smiled and cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to finish.
“Shove your face in my pussy and take a sniff?” She asked, finishing what he had been saying.
“Yeah…. I just like the way you smell. I like touching you. I like the way your skin feels against mine and your hair and your nails and I like that you play with me and you’re not um… I’m big and you’re not- you don’t…” Derek looked away, blushing running down his neck to make him pink. He had this look in his eyes, it made Stiles feel almost sick. She lightly traced his ear down to his fuzzy sideburns.
“I’m not scared of you Derek. I’m not intimidated by you either.” Stiles said and hummed, guiding his face up to look at her. Puppy eyes looking at her. She leaned down, pulling him up for a kiss before moving to his ear.
“Because I know what you are.” She whispered, hands rolling up and down his back, nails lightly scratching at him, making him arch into it.
“What’s that?” He asked, turning towards her face as she kept scratching him up till she cupped his face.
“A goofy little mutt” She said and squished his cheeks together making his face even cuter when he lit up with a smile. Stiles laughed as he hid his face against her chest. His own hands came up to poke at her sides and pits, tickling her.
It was just nice. Smelly, sweaty, and nice.
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“Do you miss sleeping with men?” Stiles asked as she took a break from her homework on her laptop, sitting back on the couch she looked over at Derek. He looked nice, wearing nothing but a pair of worn jeans reading a novel. Derek’s eyebrows scrunched together, thinking as he slipped the bracelet he used as a bookmark in between the pages. He looked over at her.
“I miss being fucked, the feeling of being full. But I don’t feel like I need it. Why?” He asked and Stiles looked up at the ceiling arms stretching over the back of the couch.
“I could fuck you. Get a strap on and a dildo. I’ve been thinking about it.” Stiles said and felt her face warm up as she remembered the… research she’d been doing. It was hot, thinking about driving Derek crazy like he drives her wild. Derek looked at her, eyes big in surprise.
“I have a um… you could just buy the harness.” He said and looked back at his book, face turning red. Stiles smiled and moved to the other end of the couch, crawling over the cushions to be closer to him.
“You have a what? Do you have a toy? Show me, show me right now. Show me or I’ll never stop asking, I’ll never leave you alone.” She bothered, interests peaked as Derek’s face went red. The man turned to look at her book landing on the coffee table.
“You have toys.” He said and Stiles rolled her eyes sitting on the couch with her arms crossed.
“I know. I use them. Frequently. I showed them to you, it’s only fair you show me yours.” She argued and Derek picked at his hands for a second before standing up. Stiles watched him go into the bedroom, dig around under the bed for a second, giving her a great view of his ass up in the air, and return with a black shoe box.
“Secretive.” She said as she looked at the black box with black duct tape covering all the openings. Derek shoved the box at her and sat back down, looking away from her with a pout on his face, arms crossing over his chest. Stiles looked at the box and looked back up at him before opening it.
“I appreciate you showing me Derek, I want you to know that.” She said sincerely and Derek looked back at her, nodding a bit, arms falling into his lap.
She flicked the lip open and looked at the few objects inside. A modest clear silicone dildo, a simple black cock ring, and black vibrating masturbater. Stiles picked up the dildo, looking at the length and girth. It wasn’t too short, maybe a good six inches long and appropriately thick. It was textured like a real cock but lacked any of the realistic colors. The cock ring gave her one too many ideas. And the masturbator… well she didn’t know anything about it other than it went on a dick and had buttons.
“You use this?” She asked, quiet and gentle and held the toy out, fingers feeling the rubbery inside. Derek nodded, taking it and running his fingers over the rim of the toy.
“It vibrates and gets warm. Sometimes I use it to get out of my head. I don’t use them often, especially now that we’re together.” Derek explained and handed the toy back and Stiles put it back in the box and nodded. She closed the lid and handed it back to the man.
“I think I want a blue one.” Stiles said and went back to her laptop, going back to typing like Derek hadn’t just shown her his secrets.
“Blue what?” Derek asked as he held his box between his hands. He stood, heading to the bedroom to hide it away again. Stiles hummed and looked up at him, a light smile on her face.
“A blue harness. To match my nice lingerie set.” Stiles said and smiled widely at the look on Derek’s face. She noticed the bulge in his jeans as he took a minute in the bedroom to calm down.
She had the perfect harness saved. A nice faux leather in a matching navy blue like her lingerie set.
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Derek looked great. It was a Saturday. He had the day off, all day to prepare and make his head right. He was washed clean, inside and out, his face was shaved, and the bed was done up in a black sheet with only a blanket folded at the edge, and his hole was stretched and wet with lube.
Stiles took her time getting excited. They ate a nice light dinner, made out on the couch till Derek was sucking on her chest, rutting against her leg.
“Bedroom. Let me treat you.” Stiles had said and brought Derek into the bedroom. She pushed her thin plaid pants off, leaving her nude to her peach colored panties. She sat Derek on the bed, nude and warm, and told him to get opened up while she showered, grabbing her clothes and harness before heading to the bathroom.
She wore her navy set, the stockings clipped onto the garter belt, the panties snug and lacey, and the bra was cupless, accentuating her chest nicely. The harness was trouble though. The buckles and straps and there were parts that went to her thighs and she just got tangled.
“Derek? I know I’m ruining the mood but I can’t get this on. I don't get it.” She said as she slunk back into the bedroom, leather in hand. Derek just smiled, wiping his wet fingers on a towel that had been set nearby and took the harness.
He took care in getting it over her feet and up to lie on her hips. He took his toy, threading it through the ring, and fastening the straps snugly. He looked at her, cock hard against his stomach, eyes dead on her as he leaned forward to kiss the tip of the silicone cock.
“That’s hot. C’mon, up on the bed. You got ready?” Stiles asked as she watched Derek position himself on the bed, center of the mattress, up on his forearms, knees spread, ass up in the air. She could see the hair there was wet and shiny with lube. Derek held out the bottle of lube for her to take.
“Yeah, just… just put it in. Please” Derek said, breathless and voice needy. Stiles smiled, something burned through her, something nasty and starved. She crawled up behind him, enjoying the weight and swing of the cock between her legs. It was strange, sure, but she could definitely get used to it.
She knelt behind him, needing to stay up on her knees to be the right height. His cock was hard where it hung down, his hole was slick and relaxed. She indulged her curiosities and reached out with two fingers to press on the dark furl. Derek gave a breathy moan as her fingers easily sank into him. She pushed them in further till her hand was pressed against him and her fingers were fully engulfed. It was different from what she felt when she fingered herself. Everything was so smooth and tight and warm in a new way. She pulled her fingers back, spreading them to see the skin stretch around them. Derek moaned, his hands grabbing into the sheet.
“Stiles please, I need it” Derek begged, looking over his shoulder to catch her eyes. Stiles smiled and pulled her fingers away, she would have time to explore more. But for now she just grabbed the lube and put a decent amount on the dildo, coating it. It was a little mesmerizing to watch her hand stroke a cock attached to her, how the harness pulled her hips with each stroke.
She finally pulled her hand away, drying it on a towel and moved so the tip was pressed against his hole. She grabbed his hips, muscle giving way under her fingers. She took a breath and watched Derek breath and relax himself.
She pressed forward, eyes widening as she watched the silicone disappear into Derek’s body, the shaft stretching him farther than her fingers could. She watched until the toy was completely into him, taking a minute to let him adjust and to let herself savor the way his breathing had picked up, his hands grabbing at the bed.
“Okay?” She asked quietly, forcing the words to form in her mouth. She watched Derek shake his head, take a few deep breaths, and relax down. He let his head fall to the bed, back arching deeper. Stiles rolled her hips forward, her clit pressing against the base of the toy through her underwear. She needed the friction, the sight of Derek presenting, beautiful full ass on display. She understood why he went so wild when she let him take her from the back. The view was fucking amazing.
Derek moaned as the toy dug into his good spot. He finally nodded, rocking against her for a moment before Stiles was pulling back. She tried to get a good rhythm, tried to do what she’d read about. But Derek was pulling back and forth in her grasp, his hips moving faster and faster.
“Good boy Derek, take what you need.” Stiles finally said as she laid against his back, holding still as he worked himself on her cock, rocking back and forth roughly. She tried to thrust forward as he came back, the sound of their skin colliding echoing in the empty space of the bedroom. Derek wasn’t letting out his usual deep moans, he was letting out whines. High, creaking noises, cries that ripped themselves from his throat.
“I’m so close, fuck Stiles, I’m so close” Derek finally said, eyes cracking open, turning his head to look at Stiles. She leaned down pressing their lips together as she got a good grip on his hips once again, getting up on her knees.
She fucked into him quickly, rough motions that she thought would have hurt her but Derek… Derek was moaning, arms reaching out to grab at the headboard, desperate as his thighs shook. He cried out, a scream that was torn from his chest in a way that had Stiles dizzy with want. His body shook, tears rolling down his face.
She stopped, keeping the toy buried inside but stilled. Derek took a few trembling breaths, reached back to lightly smack her hip.
“Done… done” Derek slurred out, holding still for her to pull out. He flopped over onto his side, avoiding the puddle of cum. He looked dazed, eyes wide but unfocused, blush running from his ears down his chest, bonelessly relaxed.
Stiles took the harness off, unbuckling the straps and kicking it away. She shoved her fingers under the band of her panties, quick circles rolling over her clit. She was so turned on, Derek’s sounds fresh in her mind. She was quick to finish, the orgasm sparkling around her nicely.
She laid down next to him, sighing contentedly. Derek rolled over to look at her, his hand coming up to her short hair, gently running through it.
“I liked that.” He said and Stiles hummed and nodded.
“Me too. Next time you can eat me out before we do all that. Earn it.” She said and noted the whimper that the last words caused. Derek nodded and cuddled up to her, toeing the blanket up enough to pull over them both.
Under the warm blanket, Derek snoring softly against her chest, Stiles realized something. Making her wake up Derek, pulling him up to speak against his lips between kisses.
“Are you my dog?” She asked and Derek, sleepy and orgasm loose, just nodded and licked at her neck, laying back down against her.
“You didn’t get to see all my secret boxes.” He whispered, making a laugh bubble up in Stiles’s throat.
What a weird man. Hot.