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Sterek Smut

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Derek stood in the doorway of his kitchen, biting down on his bottom lip as he watched Stiles’ hips move from side to side. He had had his eyes on the younger teen since he first arrived to the loft wearing impossible tight jeans that framed his ass just right.

When Stiles bent over, to grab a new trash bag from under the sink, Derek lunged forward. His hands gripped at the boys’ hips and pressed him against the counter.

Stiles gasped in shock, and surprise, but made no movement to push Derek away. “Derek, what are you doing?” He squeaked.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he growled as he pressed his hardened member against Stiles’ ass. “Every time you bite your lip in that cute way or you wear these tight jeans, I just want to bend you over and have my way with you.”

He could smell the arousal and hear the sharp intake of air that came from Stiles.

Derek, wanting to hear what sounds Stiles could make, greedily attached his lips to the exposed neck. He nipped and sucked at different areas until he found a spot that made Stiles more expose his sensitive skin.

Stiles pushed his ass back against Derek’s covered dick, wanting to feel more of the older man.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. Would you like that?” he questioned, not giving Stiles much of a choice to deny it.

His finger worked quick at Stiles’ button and zipper, forcing the article of clothing down his thighs and to his ankles; boxers following after them.
“Bend all the way over, baby boy.” he demanded as he pushed his own jeans and boxers down.

Stiles dick twitched at the nickname, the heat in his stomach growing. “I don’t need prepped.”

Derek smirked at the given information. Using his fingers to spread apart the ass cheeks, he saw that his boy still had the butt plug in from their morning fun.

“Such a good boy for your alpha.” he praised the human while removing the toy, teasing the teen.

Stiles whimpered at the empty feeling and desperately tried to push back on his older lover but was held firmly against the counter top.

Derek took a minute to admire the gaping hole, watching it clench around nothing but air. He observed the way that Stiles’ hole stretched around the tip of his dick as he teasingly pushed it into him before removing it.

He draped his body over Stiles’ and placed a kiss to his mate mark, causing Stiles to shiver. “Beg,” he commanded. “beg for my dick to be inside your little hole. I want to hear you beg for your alpha’s cock.”

Stiles moaned and whined at the filthy words coming from his boyfriend. “Please, please, fuck me. I want to feel your big cock sliding in and out of my ass. Fuck me, alpha.”

Without another word, Derek forced himself inside of Stiles. He stilled his movements to let Stiles adjust to him before he was pulling all the way out and slamming back into him.

Stiles’ knuckles turned white as he clenched his hands into fists, not having anything to support him among the flat surface of the counter. He didn’t bother trying to hold in his moans and groans of pleasure as he was roughly fucked.

“Oh god, Derek!” he shouted as he started to see black spots appear in front of him.

“That’s right. Scream my name.” Derek picked up the pace of his thrusts and grabbed a handful of Stiles’ hair, forcing the boys’ head back.
The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed throughout the kitchen, mixing with their sounds gratification.

Derek wrapped his fingers around Stiles’ length, matching his pumps with his thrusts. Sinking his teeth into his mating mark, the lanky boy underneath him came with a cry.

He continued to abuse Stiles’ hole while he rode out his own orgasm, their sweet scent coming together and filling his nostrils.

The two lovers stayed connected for moments longer before Derek carefully removed himself from Stiles, knowing the human got extremely sensitive after a rough fucking.

“You made a mess on my cabinets.” Derek joked, earning him a lazy slap and a tired chuckle.

“Shut up and take me to bed.” Derek smiled and easily took him into his arms, moving them to the bedroom and leaving the mess to be dealt with in the morning.