
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/778492.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe-Human, Werewolves_don't_exist, deputy!Derek,
      criminal!stiles, Slutty!stiles, Dirty_Talk, Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Anal
      Sex, Barebacking, Fingerfucking, Spit_Kink, Boot_Worship, Breeding, Power
      Imbalance, Dom/sub, Dominance, Abuse_of_Authority, Sweat
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-29 Words: 6420
****** Come and Finish What You've Started ******
by ColetheWolf
Summary
     Stiles gets carted off to a holding cell for indecent exposure. Too
     bad a jail cell is the breeding ground for Stiles' tricky word play
     and seduction techniques. Derek falls as prey.
Notes
     I've wanted to do some really dirty, slutty!stiles for a long time. I
     also wanted to do a deputy/criminal fic, so here it is :)
     NOTE: Stiles is underage. Derek abuses his authority. Also, this fic
     is unbeta'd.
See the end of the work for more notes
Patrolling Beacon Hills during the graveyard shift wasn’t a difficult job to
do. It was because of the fact that Beacon Hills got extremely quiet and almost
lifeless around ten o’clock each and every evening. The streets got empty, the
majority of small stores and restaurants closed for the night, and the entire
city basically turned into a ghost town. There was nothing even mildly exciting
to come by. Absolutely no action. Occasionally, Deputy Derek Hale would catch a
small group of teenagers trying to graffiti sidewalks or wooden fences, but
that was about all he got to enjoy during his shift.
The night started out like any other night for Derek. He cruised through quiet
neighborhood streets with a sharp eye out for anything that looked even
remotely suspicious. He had only been about fifteen minutes into his shift when
his patrol car turned the corner into the local supermarket plaza. There was a
teenager standing near the entrance of a popular store wearing only a black
hoodie and a pair of maroon jeans, that -at the time- were completely around
the teenager’s ankles. It wasn’t the typical ‘youth’ chaos that happened, but
it was enough for Deputy Hale to switch on his patrol lights and pull up to the
store front.
Derek pulled up to the front of the store where the teenager stood facing away
from the squad car and towards the brick wall of the store instead. He put his
car in park, turned off the engine, then stepped out and cautiously approached
the teen.
“What are you doing?” He asked. His voice sounded stern and hoarse from the
cold night air.
The teenager turned around to face the deputy. He looked to be around seventeen
or eighteen years old and was only a little bit shorter than Derek. Maybe
around 5’11”. The kid had short brown hair that was styled up with gel. His
skin was pale for the most part, but had a slight touch of a summer sun tan.
His face and neck were freckled with moles, while his hazel eyes shone
brilliantly even with the shadows of the night engulfing them.
To Derek’s surprise, the teenager looked pretty well groomed and clean. He
obviously wasn’t homeless. Where were his parents and why were they letting
their son run around the town pantless with not even a pair of underwear to
cover up with?
Derek crossed his arms and asked his question again when the teenager didn’t
reply the first time. Instead the teen had just stood there silently with a
smirk slapped dead across his face. “I asked you a question. What are you
doing?”
The teenager’s smirk morphed to a wide smile. “I had to take a piss, officer. A
guy’s gotta go, when a guy’s gotta go.” He laughed and tugged at his soft cock,
letting the last dribble of urine leak out and hit against the cement.
“This is illegal.” Derek pointed down to the teenager’s pulled down jeans and
exposed appendage. “You’re under arrest.”
“What, no warning? You’ve never seen another guy’s dick before? Come on, you
have one.” The teenager took his hand down to Derek’s crotch, gripped and
squeezed. His big, caramel colored eyes looked up to Derek’s while he continued
to grope the man.
Derek grabbed onto the teen’s wrist and pushed it away with a gleam of
frustration welded down in his emerald green eyes. “Indecent exposure and
sexually assaulting an officer of the law? You’re in serious trouble.”
When the teenager did nothing but snicker under his breath and tug carelessly
at his own hardening cock, Derek spoke out again.
“Pull up your pants and put your hands behind your back.”
The teenager huffed loudly in displeasure as he bent down and pulled up his
jeans. The rough denim scraped against his growing erection which sent shivers
down his neck and spine.
“Oh come on, you’re no fun.” He whined childishly. He then buckled his belt and
put his hands behind his back, awaiting the cold steel of handcuffs to grip
around his wrists.
Derek clicked the handcuffs around the kid’s wrists. He leisurely pat down the
teen’s body in search of a weapon or anything with the potential to be
hazardous or dangerous. Lucky for the teenager, there was nothing to be found
except some gum wrappers and a wallet in the left front pocket of his jeans.
Derek dug into the pocket and pulled out the wallet.
“Oh, excuse the throbbing piece of weaponry i’m harboring down there, officer.
I get a little turned on when strange men handcuff my hands behind my back then
go prodding through my pockets.” The teenager laughed.
Derek opened the wallet and pulled out a driver’s license. He read it off.
“Genim Stilinski. Date of birth; April 8th 1995. Resident to Beacon Hills.” He
put the wallet and license into the pocket of his khaki trousers for later
reference.
Derek opened the back door of the squad car and put Genim in. He shut the door
and then got back into the driver’s seat of the patrol car.
“I actually go by the name ‘Stiles’, but you can call me whatever you want,
officer. Believe me. I don’t mind.” Stiles tried his best to sound seductive.
Derek started the patrol car then pulled out of the shopping center and back
onto the main road. He took casual glances to the rear-view mirror to see just
what the Stilinski kid was doing. The kid looked completely unaffected by the
fact that he was being carted off to the Sheriff’s station for holding. He
didn’t looked worried. He was actually smirking.
“You think this is a game, Stilinski?” Derek’s voice boomed throughout the
small squad car. His voice was meant to strike fear into anyone who heard it.
Stiles, however, continued to stay unmoved by the situation.
Stiles grinned and leaned forward. He pressed his forehead to the metal grate
that split the squad car in half. One side was for the good-guy, while the
other side was for the criminal. Stiles didn’t mind being a criminal though.
The thought of being punished for it only turned him on even more.
“Fuck, your voice is sexy. Loud. Dominating. It even has a hot little rasp to
it. You smoke?” Stiles said charmingly with a smile.
“Answer the damn question.”
“Temper. Even sexier. Tell me, Officer Hale...are you sure you’re an actual
police officer and not a stripper? It’s just that the way the buttons of your
shirt look like they’re about to pop off. Those pectorals...” Stiles let out a
sound mixed between a sigh and moan against the metal grate. His eyes wandered
over the deputy’s shoulders and down to his crotch.
“Your pants look like they’re having a hard time containing what’s in them
too.” Stiles’ hot breath hit against Derek’s neck. “Either the department gave
you a uniform two sizes too small, or you’ve got nuts like a bronco.” He
smiled.
Stiles knew just how to work guys over. Feeding a little dirty talk into one of
their ears basically guaranteed a nice fuck by the end of the night. However,
he could tell that the deputy would be a bit difficult to coax. Deputy Hale was
an officer under the law and Stiles was a minor. This set the “prize” that
Stiles wanted to a higher shelf. Stiles, nevertheless, was certain he would get
his hands on it.  
“Don’t tell me you’ve got a case of the blue balls.” Stiles snorted. Deputy
Hale was like putty in his hands. “Is your girlfriend not putting out or
something? By the size of your balls, i’m guessing you haven’t rubbed out a
good one for months.”
Derek rolled his eyes and banged the palm of his hand against the patrol car’s
steering wheel with anger. “Listen here you little bitch. I’ve got more
important things to do than listen to some adolescent slut that’s watched one
too many pornos. Shut your damn mouth.” He raged. Stiles just laughed.
“Let me guess....you’re single. Ha. I don’t know how that’s possible. With a
voice and body like that, you can make practically anybody cream their pants on
command.” Stiles leaned in closer to Derek’s ear through the grate. “Trust me,
officer. I’m doing all I can to keep from soaking this nice leather interior
with my load.”
The patrol car pulled into the parking lot of the Sheriff’s station and filled
a spot closest to the entrance. To Stiles’ surprise, the lot was completely
empty. It was just him and the deputy all alone.
Derek switched off the engine of the car and got out. He opened the back door
of the patrol car and yanked Stiles out into the cold, vacant parking lot. It
was eerie being out there all alone for Stiles. Even with a big, strong,
hunking mass of deputy muscle to protect him from any spook that might have
popped up.
The hair on the back of Stiles’ neck stood up as he looked around. Nothing but
the flickering street lights kept the lot lit. The shadows of simple non-
threatening objects like shrubs and fence posts were morphed into things truly
frightening by the low light.
“It’s creepy out here this time of night. Don’t you agree?” Stiles asked. Derek
scoffed and grasped around Stiles’ lanky bicep with his firm hand. He locked
the doors to the patrol car, then led the delinquent into the station.
The station wasn’t any less creepier than outside. Derek led Stiles down one of
the main hallways of the building until they reached the holding cells. The
room was well lit, which was quite an adjustment for Stiles’ eyes considering
the hallway wasn’t very lit at all.
There were a grand total of two holding cells. Each cell had a small cot
mattress with what looked like a pile of scratchy, rash inducing blankets.
Besides the luxurious sleeping accommodations, each cell had a toilet and sink.
Three of the cell walls were brick painted white, while the fourth wall was the
standard jailhouse wall of metal bars.
Directly across from the two cells was a regular sized work desk. Stacks of
multi-colored papers were spread across the desktop as well as a small lamp
sitting in the corner of it. It was Deputy Hale’s office space from what Stiles
could make out.
Derek opened the door to a small overhead cabinet behind the desk then pulled
out a plain white t-shirt and a pair of ‘construction worker orange’ prison
pants. He walked back over from behind his office desk to Stiles and grabbed
the teenager’s handcuffed wrists forcefully. He unlocked them and tossed them
over to the desk.
Stiles rubbed at his newly unbound wrists. “Who knew being bound would leave
you so sore?” Stiles thought to himself.
Derek tossed the t-shirt and pair of pants to Stiles. “Change. Now.” He
ordered. Stiles complied.
“Of course, officer. Y’know I like when guys tell me what to do. Especially
when they’re telling me to take off my clothes.” Stiles unzipped his hoodie,
sensually and unhurriedly. Even though Derek was pretending to be unaffected by
the situation, Stiles knew that Derek probably liked what he saw. Stiles kicked
off his sneakers and unbuckled his jeans.
Derek wasn’t paying much attention to the stripping teenager. He was focused on
gathering the correct booking documents to fill out. When he found the right
papers, he looked up towards Stiles. By then Stiles had gotten completely
naked.
“Put on your clothes, Stilinski.”
Stiles obeyed. He slipped on the scratchy orange pants and did the same with
the white t-shirt. Derek hadn’t given him underwear so he wasn’t going at it
commando. It didn’t really matter because Stiles went commando frequently. But
something was a bit different. The material of pants scratched Stiles in just
the right place. His cock. He felt himself pump with blood as Derek shoved him
into the jail cell and locked the wall of bars after exiting.
“I’ve always wanted to be locked up. Just a fantasy of mine, I guess. There’s
something so hot about being locked up in a filthy little shithole with a nice,
beefy police officer keeping a watch on you.” Stiles explained. He ran his
fingers along the metal cell bars, listening to the rhythm they made as they
tapped by.
Derek sat behind his desk and began to silently fill out numerous papers. The
aggravating teenager in the cell did his best to keep Derek from concentrating.
Stiles’ cock began to fill to full thickness. The cheap fabric of his jailbait
pants didn’t do anything to keep his bulge pressed down. But Stiles didn’t give
a fuck, to be honest. He was turned on and ready to go. He wanted Derek to look
over and notice the throbbing protrusion in his pants.  
With his mind slipping deeper into a lust driven fog, Stiles walked over to his
unblanketed cot and sat down on it. He began to rub and tug at his cock through
the pants. “Christ, I really need to get off.”
Derek just kept his eyes down to his papers. He didn’t want to look up and see
whatever Stiles was doing. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Stiles was
doing something vulgar and graphic with himself. Derek tried to ignore.
“Keep filling out the forms, keep filling out the forms.” Derek took the same
phrase to his mind like a broken record. Will power and restraint were the only
things Derek had to hold onto.
“I’m so hard.” Stiles moaned, biting his lip. He stroked his bulge through his
pants slowly yet with just the right amount of pressure to make Stiles want to
bust.
“Dammit, my cock’s leaking so much. I’m practically soaking the crotch of these
pants with pre-cum.” Stiles threw his head back and spread his legs even wider.
He hooked the waistband of the cheap pants down under his balls so that he
could grip his cock in his hand. He laid down on the cot with his head propped
up on the crappy jail quality pillow. He then kicked the pile of blankets that
were stacked at the foot of the cot down to the ground, giving him more room to
move.
Stiles spread his legs open to give Derek a sheer perfect view of his freed
cock and balls. Stiles’ ass was showcased off as well. The uncomfortable
tightness of the jailbait pants stretched nearly skintight around Stiles’ thigh
and calf muscles. It all made for a nice display to anyone who just so happened
to just look up from their paperwork.
While Stiles stayed on his back with his legs obscenely spread and still
confined by the orange pants, he slipped his hand down from his cock and down
to the crack of his ass. He began to tease and prod at his hole through the
material of the pants.
“I’m so wet right here.” Stiles’ eyes were big and glossy with want. With lust.
Lust for Derek. But Derek wasn’t even paying attention. Stiles cock was rock
hard and red, just waiting to be tugged on until completion.
“You’ve got me so worked up over here, officer. Come on and finish what you
started. I’ll let you do anything to me. I’ll do anything for you. Just, touch
me.”
Derek attempted to drown out Stiles’ pleads for stimulation with his own
thoughts. He kept his focus on filling out the booking documents correctly.
Carefully, he filled in Stiles’ full name, date of birth, street address and
weight, as well as the reasons why Stiles would be held overnight in a cell.
Concentration was key, but Derek’s train of thought continued to be bombarded
with Stiles’ persistence.
Stiles continued to rub at his sweaty hole through his pants. His legs were
still spread and his cock was still throbbing.
“Don’t you want to touch this? Don’t you want to plug this hot, tight, little
hole with your big cock?” Stiles bit his lip with a smirk.
“I’ll let you tease it first. How about with that nice baton of yours?
Just...slide it along my crack and push it in. Open me up. Stretch me. Get me
ready to take your cock.”
Stiles stood up from the cot and walked back over to the wall of bars that
caged him in. His cock jut out and banged into the metal bars. The feeling of
cold metal on his hot, throbbing cock was enough to make Stiles flinch. Too
sensitive, yet pleasuring. He began to grind his erection against the bars
while staring at Derek from across the way.
He knew that he was digging his way deeper into Derek’s thoughts. The drops of
sweat of Derek’s brow was a dead give away. Derek’s ears were bright red, and
his fingers were fidgeting around with the ballpoint pen in his hand. Stiles
had the deputy on edge.
“You won’t be my first, you know?” Stiles began.
“One time my chemistry teacher was being an asshole about my grades. After one
of his classes ended, I waited until the other kids cleared out. It was just me
and him. He didn’t know what I was doing at first, but when I dropped to my
knees, unzipped his pants with my teeth and took his hard, wet cock down my
throat....he got the point.” Stiles snickered as he reached down to touch
himself again.
Derek couldn’t help but listen to Stiles’ words. His voice was so raw and
needy. Something about it sent shockwaves down to his cock. Derek felt his own
cock pump harder with every syllable of every word that dripped off of Stiles’
lips.
“He was hesitant about it first...but he liked it.” Stiles ground his erection
even harder into the cold metal bars. He bit back a moan. “I could tell by the
way he pulled my hair and shoved his meat deeper into my throat. It was my
first real cock and I took it like a pro. All that practicing with my toys at
home paid off, I guess.”
Derek flipped to the next page of his documents while trying not to look up. He
couldn’t help but sneak a peak when Stiles’ eyes closed to moan. Dammit, Stiles
was well hung. A nice, fat cock that looked like it would fit perfectly in
Derek’s grasp. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to touch Stiles, but―
“I remember how he skullfucked me like his life depended on it or something. He
must have been going through a divorce at the time. His wife obviously wasn’t
giving him any... so I gave him some.” Stiles laughed. “Correction. He gave it
to me. Hard.”
Stiles finally dropped his pants completely to the ground and stepped out of
them. He kept his shirt on and began to pull at his erection softly. “Want to
hear another story, officer? I know you’re fuckin’ hard under that desk. Are my
little stories turning you on?”
Derek slammed his pen and papers down. He pointed at Stiles from across the
room firmly to declare this authority over the situation. “Put your pants back
on, sit down, shut your mouth, and let me finish this damn paperwork so I can
haul your ass down to the county jail.”
Stiles remained unmoved by the deputy’s demands. Instead, he continued to
stroke mindlessly at his own cock and wait for Derek to get back to his
paperwork.
“You watch the superbowl, right? Sure you do. Everybody does.” Stiles
snickered. “Every year my dad’s old college dorm mate, Todd, comes over and
they watch the superbowl together. This year they both drank way too much and
ended up passing out on our living room couch.”
Stiles pulled his white t-shirt up and over his head, then threw it onto the
cot. The cold, drafty cell made the hair on Stiles’ arms spike up. He liked it
though. He knew his naked body would soon catch Derek’s attention. It was only
a matter of time.
“Anyways. It was around midnight and I had snuck out into the kitchen to get
some milk from the fridge. I had just went a few rounds with my vibrators so I
was fresh out of cum but still thirsty as fuck. I needed something to quench my
thirst, and milk gets rid of that stale cum taste.” Stiles pretended to gag.
“While I was in the kitchen I just happened to look over and out into the
living room. My dad and Todd were there. Both of them were passed out on the
couch. Todd caught my attention though. His basketball shorts were tented by
his massive erection. I watched it throb under the fabric.”
Stiles began to stroke at his cock harder and faster. It was just loud enough
so that Derek could hear the sound from where he sat.
“Fuck. I remembered how my mouth watered at the sight. My ass clenched at the
thought of having his cock deep inside me. I had always found Todd hot. When I
jerked off, he sometimes popped into my mind. Got me off pretty hard too.”
Stiles pumped his cock into his fist even faster. He could feel his orgasm
building fairly quickly. Stiles loved the deep tingle that sparked deep down in
his nuts when he jerked off. Derek surely wouldn’t mind a new floor paint job.
“I had walked into the living room and basically just stared at Todd’s cock
while I tugged on my own. I wanted it...so I took it. I pulled his basketball
shorts and boxers down around his ankles. He was even bigger than I had
thought.” Stiles moaned and licked up a metal bar of the jail cell. His mind
was lost in the memory he was telling. And telling it to another person made it
even that much more hotter.
“I licked one stripe up the shaft of his dick. Tasted like straight up man’s
musk and sweat. It was just only one tiny lick, but  his eyes shot open. He
smiled down at me and then pushed my head down. I sucked him off for a good
five minutes with my dad still passed out just a few feet away from me.”
“Shut up.” Derek interrupted, flicking his line of vision up to the naked
teenager. His eyes grew wide when they locked onto Stiles stroking at his cock.
Stiles smiled and carried on with his story. “When Todd had finally gotten
tired of my mouth, he whispered for me to stand up and I did. I got up onto his
lap and lowered myself down onto his cock. I rode that horse dick for all it
was worth. We had stayed quiet though. I didn’t want my dad waking up to find
his only son getting his ass pounded by his best friend’s dick.... Even if I
was taking it like a champ.”
Derek yelled in a deep, thunderous voice that Stiles could have sworn shook the
metal bars of the cell right where they stood. “I said enough!”
Derek’s scream was enough to drop Stiles off the edge. With one hand around his
balls and the other furiously stroking his cock, Stiles threw his head back
with a cry of pleasure as he shot a hot, thick load onto the cement floor of
the holding room.
Derek stood up from his desk and remained still for a moment as he watched
Stiles finish staining the cement.
Out of breath and covered with sweat, Stiles spoke out in a sarcastic tone. “D-
don’t tell me you’re already about to cum, officer. I have more stories to
tell.” He wiped sweat off his upper brow and looked at Derek.
Derek walked towards Stiles’ cell. It was plain as day that he was hard as a
rock. The entire front of his trousers couldn’t hide the massive outline of his
erection. A small wet spot from pre-cum had actually managed to make itself
present on the outside of Derek’s khakis. Either Derek was going commando. Or
he was just that turned on by Stiles’ little show.
When Derek came face to face with Stiles through the bars, he stayed quiet and
almost mysterious. Stiles was unsure what exactly he was going to do, but he
knew it was probably going to involve the deputy’s dick. All was good.
Derek reached into the front pocket of his trousers and pulled out the jail
cell keys. He inserted the key into the lock and turned it, unlocking it.
Stiles stepped back as Derek strode in with tantalizing swagger to his step.
Maybe he was walking like that because the cement log of a cock he was carrying
down there weighed a ton. Or maybe he was just getting antsy considering the
situation he was in.
Stiles sat down onto the cot slowly and Derek stepped in front of him. Stiles
was still bareass naked, made possible from “previous activities”. His legs
were wide open. His wasted dick tried to spark back to life as Derek stepped
even closer between his open legs.
Derek reached to the side of his superhero-y utility belt and unlatched his
baton a.k.a his nightstick, although Stiles really had that nickname reserved
for another tool Derek was carrying below his waistline.
With his baton in hand, Derek began to gently glide it along Stiles’ open inner
thighs. The wooden piece tickled at Stiles’ leg hair and made him shiver.
Eventually Derek moved the baton upwards to tease at the teenager’s deflated
cock.
Stiles bit back a moan as the wooden baton slid along the shaft of his flaccid
cock. He could feel his blood race down, getting him hard again. As Derek kept
up with the poking, Stiles kept his eyes on the outline of Derek’s thick dick
being confined in the khaki deputy trousers. The pants were so tight that
Stiles could actually see the outline of the large vein on the underside of
Derek’s shaft, up to the outline of the fat cockhead.
At the tip of his bulge was a wet spot of pre-cum that seemed to grow darker in
shade with each second that passed. Stiles realized that he may have
underestimated just how much he had turned Derek on. A tiny flicker of
nervousness clenched tight in Stiles’ stomach. Just how hard was the deputy
going to give it to him?
Derek’s brawny hand rose up cup Stiles’ jaw. He squeezed his grip on the teen’s
jaw which made Stiles’ lip purse together as if he had something sour melting
down on his tongue.
“You kept saying how much you wanted it. Now that’s exactly what you’re going
to get.” Derek’s grip increased on Stiles’ jaw. He pulled the teen from off the
cot and down to the floor.
Derek dropped his baton to the floor, slid his hand into Stiles’ hair and
pulled. A whimper ripped out from deep in Stiles’ throat. It hurt but felt good
at the same time. Derek was finally taking charge and control over the
situation. Stiles loved doing what people told him to do, especially if the
reward for following directions was a dick up his ass. Stiles closed his eyes
and paid close attention to every word that rang from Derek’s throat.
“Clean my shoes you filthy slut.” Derek demanded. His voice was brutal and
authoritative. The gruffness of it all was enough to spark Stiles’ cock back to
its throbbing, aching form.
With Derek’s hand still wrapped tightly in the silky locks of his hair, Stiles
stretched his neck downward to meet with Derek’s black leather boots.
The boots were way beyond filthy, but Stiles’ interest in cleaning them with
his tongue didn’t fade in even the tiniest bit. Specks from freshly cut green
grass blades and dried mud decorated the leather. As Stiles’ pushed his head
further, his nose bumped into Derek’s ankle.
He took a deep whiff and moaned at the smell. Leather didn’t breathe, and thick
cotton socks surely didn’t help keep the smell down. Derek’s feet smelled
strong and pungent, yet tantalizing and arousing. Stiles took a small lick to
the side of Derek’s boot.
One small lick soon turned to multiple swipes of tongue across the dirty
leather. Stiles moaned each time the polluted flavor assaulted his taste buds.
Derek took his fingers to the zipper of his trouser and unzipped in one soft
movement. He reached inside the crotch hole and fumbled around for a moment
until he pulled out his massive seven and half inch cock.
Stiles was still having his way at Derek’s boots when he heard the sound of a
zipper being undone and rustling fabric. He looked up to see the hulking piece
of meat, twitching and extending from the hole of Derek’s trousers.
“Oh fuck...” Stiles breathed out and straightened himself up so that his mouth
was level with the deputy’s cock.
Before Stiles could even speak another word, Derek forced his cock down the
teenager’s throat. Stiles gagged and choked when it stabbed in.
“You thought i’d take it slow with you?” Derek asked out angrily and grabbed
the back of Stiles’ head. “You thought i’d let you ease your throat down and
around my cock? Forget it, slut. Take it down. All the way down.” Derek pushed
harder on the back of Stiles’ head which forced the teen to take even more
inches down his tight throat.
“Get it nice and wet cause’ it’s going in your ass next.”
Derek tasted like sweat and putrid filth. Did deputies never wash their bodies
or change their underwear? Stiles was unsure, but his brain had no time to
elaborate on his own thoughts. His mind had become clouded in a haze of genuine
satisfaction. That taste alone had began to taste good. Like candy. Pre-cum and
dirt was always a good combination. Stiles didn’t care, so he kept going.
Saliva sputtered out from the corners of Stiles’ lips as Derek’s cock thrust in
and out of his throat repeatedly and rapidly. Parts of Stiles’ scalp had gotten
sore by how rough Derek had tugged on patches of his hair. Tears had stained
streams down both sides of Stiles’ face and Derek’s big tool was the cause.
Stiles’ hands had found their way to the firm globes of Derek’s ass. He
squeezed at them, digging his nails into the fabric of the pants to brace
himself whenever Derek had decided to pick up the pace of his thrusts.
Stiles’ tongue slashed around the dick in his mouth with quick, wet wipes. He
quickly found enjoyment in teasing the large vein on the underside of Derek’s
cock. It seemed that with every bob of the head, pre-cum oozed from Derek’s
slit and into Stiles’ mouth. The salty bitterness was a taste that Stiles had
gotten all too familiar with. All the times he went down on other lacrosse
players in his school locker rooms made for great practice at getting used to
the taste.
Derek enjoyed taking the teenager’s throat. Stiles hadn’t been lying we he
talked about taking dick like a pro. Derek wanted to push Stiles ever further,
though. How hard could he ram into the teenager’s tight hole? Could he make him
scream? Could he make him moan and cry out to stop? .
Derek slipped his wet cock from the warmth of the teen’s throat. Saliva had
painted itself down Stiles’ chin and neck.
“You ready to take my cock in your ass like a good little slut?” Derek asked as
he looked down at the puffy lipped teen. Stiles nodded with a smirk, but Derek
didn’t like the response.
Derek spit onto Stiles’ face and pulled at his hair. “Use your words!”
“Yes! I’m ready to take your cock in my ass!” Stiles replied firmly.
“Yes, what?” Derek asked and tugged ever harder at the teenager’s hair.
Stiles flinched. “Yes! I’m ready to take your cock in my ass, officer!”
A wicked smile spread across Derek’s face when he heard how obedient Stiles
could be. “Stand up and bend over the bed like a good boy for me.” Stiles, of
course, obeyed and stood.
Still completely naked, Stiles bent over the cot. His knees were still on the
cement floor but his torso was flat against the scratchy mattress. His ass was
on display for Derek to enjoy. The anticipation of being filled began to make
Stiles shake. He needed it so badly.
When Derek’s hand came barrelling down on his ass cheek with a slap, Stiles
jumped and whimpered at the same time.
Derek pumped at his cock while he looked at the enticing teenager bent over for
him. He could see Stiles’ tight, pink hole all ready to be pounded and
stretched. He hocked a wad a spit down at Stiles’ ass then watched as it oozed
down the crack. Derek knelt down and pressed two of his fingers into Stiles’
entrance.
Stiles’ body tensed at the intrusion. His body tensed even more when Derek
started to thrust his thick fingers in and out with no intention of slowing
down. “Your fingers are so big, officer. They feel so ―fuck―good in my ass.”
“I’m going to ruin you, Stiles. I’m going to make it so i’m all you think about
from now on. Everytime you touch your cock, you’ll think of mine. You’ll think
about how I wrecked your hole and made it undesirable for anybody else who
would want to use it. You’re mine.”
With those words said, Derek withdrew his fingers from Stiles’ hole and lined
up his cock. He teased around the rim at first by only pushing the head of his
dick into the teenager’s entrance. He pulled out, then did it again over and
over again. It drove Stiles’ mad.
Derek’s hands wrapped around the back of Stiles’ neck as he slipped deep
inside. He groaned. “How does a slut like you stay this tight?” Derek asked.
Stiles opened his mouth to respond, but instead bit into the dirty mattress as
Derek’s ruthless ass-fucking started.
Derek’s hands were around the back of his neck, holding him down and making it
impossible to turn around and look at the mass of muscle that was legitimately
making him one within the mattress.
Each pound made sent shock wave ripples up Stiles’ spine and through every inch
of his body. Stiles’ insides felt like they could explode without warning.
Derek was huge but felt even bigger inside his ass. Stiles could have almost
sworn that if he had looked down as Derek fucked him, he would probably be able
to see the outline of Derek’s engorged cock through the skin of his stomach.
Stiles’ hands scrambled around the mattress to find something to hold onto. He
couldn’t find anything besides the pillow he had laid up against when he first
got thrown into the cell. His hand grasped the pillow, but Derek’s hand came
down to slap his hand away from it.
“Keep your fucking hands flat on the mattress and quit moving around.” Derek
ordered.
Derek kept his pace nice and hard as he fucked into the tight heat of Stiles’
hole. The two began to sweat profusely. Stiles’ back spotted up with droplets
of sweat, but Derek was a whole other deal.
Derek wasn’t undressed. He was still in his uniform with only his cock pulled
through the crotch hole of his trousers. He could feel the cold sweat build up
deep beneath the heavy fabric of his uniform. He wanted to rip it all off and
get completely naked, but he was too addicted to finishing off the ass his cock
was ripping into.
“I-I....you’re going to make me cum, sir.” Stiles gasped out into the mattress.
Derek didn’t slow down or speed up. He had decided on a continuous rhythm as
his torture for the teen.
Derek bent down to level his mouth with Stiles’ ear. “You’re going to cum for
me, baby? That’s a good slut. Shooting two loads within a twenty-minute time
frame? Do it.”
Stiles’ eyes shut closed as he listened to Derek’s words. He could feel his
orgasm brewing deep within his balls. The pressure, the warmth, the deep yet
dull tingling sensation was just too much for Stiles to hold back any longer.
“Holy, FUCK!” Stiles cried out into the cot he was lying on. His back bowed
upward and his eyes shot open. His cock began to pulsate rapidly, forcing out
yet another load of hot cum. The orgasm felt achy deep down in Stiles’ nuts
this time around. He figured it was because he hadn’t been given enough time to
recover from his last bust.
Derek fucked into Stiles more rapidly, striving for his own orgasm. Each thrust
sent Stiles’ relaxed body pitching forward upon impact.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum. You’d like that wouldn’t you, bitch? You
want my cum deep inside your tight little ass, huh?”
“mmhmm.” Stiles mumbled out tiredly.
Derek’s orgasm hit him hard. Loud grunts escaped from deep down in Derek’s
throat as he shot streams of his sticky seed deep inside the teenager who
remained encased around his cock. He pulled out of Stiles slowly and watched
his cum drip out of the teen’s gaping hole.
Derek stood up and slipped his spent cock back in through the crotch hole of
his pants then zipped up. He looked like a mess. The armpits and backside of
Derek’s button up uniform shirt were stained dark with sweat. His hair was
matted down with sweat and he smelled even muskier than before he took Stiles’
ass.
With Stiles still bent over the cot, cum dripping down his ass crack and making
a mess of his balls and thighs, Derek exited the cell and locked it up again.
He smiled in through the bars of the cell at the wasted teenager.
“Clean up and put your shit back on.” Derek said, still out of breath. He
gestured down to Stiles’ discarded white t-shirt and orange jail pants. “We
wouldn’t want whoever is going to pick you up in the morning to think something
unjust happened here, now would we?”
Derek smirked and sat back down at his desk while he watched Stiles get dressed
again.
 
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