What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
And God, he loves Derek growling. He loved that animalistic side of him. A part of him couldn’t wait for Derek’s rut, because as a werewolf he’d be even more keen to manhandle Stiles, to get him on his hands and knees and fuck him, he’d be shifting constantly and, admittedly, that kinda really did it for Stiles.
“Yes,” Stiles agreed softly, because he loved coming that way too, on Derek’s tongue, knowing Derek could taste everything. He whimpered, sensitive and overwhelmed by the building pleasure, but he did as he was told, keeping his legs spread so that Derek could push his fingers into him. He felt too tight now, too sensitive, but Derek was gentle, and he wanted to please his mate. He wanted to be ready for him.
Stiles felt tight, he liked the stretch, his thighs parted before he shifted and drew them up closer to his chest so that Derek could have more access, could get deeper.
“You want me to come again?” He panted, still pulling at Derek’s hair. “Please, please- don’t stop- make me come again. Or g-give me your cock-“
Three fingers were maybe just a little smaller than Derek’s cock, and obviously smaller than his knot, but Stiles was ready for that now. His anxiety gone and replaced with that desperation he’d felt before, that had slowly been growing since he’d found out Derek was his mate.
“Am I good? Your good boy?” he asked, raking his fingers through Derek’s hair again and again. “Oh God, Derek-“ Stiles groaned, trying to rock down against Derek again, his prostate swollen and eager for touches. “I’m ready- I’m ready for you-“ though he was going to come again, the pleasure curling up in his belly and flooding through him. Stiles cried out, a soft sobbing sound as he clenched around Derek’s fingers.
“Please, please, I’m so ready for you, please Derek, I need you inside me-“