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works/448079.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, role_play, Consensual, Consensual_non-con, Knotting
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-30 Words: 1015
****** Red Hood ******
by magdalyna
Summary
     Stiles takes a walk in the woods
Stiles is walking through the woods, breath puffing out of his mouth in a quick
fog against the chilled night. He needs to clear his mind before he reaches the
Hale house. He adjusts his grip on the cooler he brought with him.
A figure slinks out of the tree line, covered in shadows.
“Oh, hey there, suddenly appearing dude. The road is that way.” Stiles
helpfully points in the opposite direction he’s heading.
The stranger chuckles.
“I know a shortcut. And you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. All sorts of
things in this forest.” His voice is gravelly.
“Oh, you mean like a mountain lion? Well, I have a taser. So I think I’ll be
ok. I’m gonna walk away now.” Stiles is getting nervous.
The stranger is on him then, features twisted into the face of a wolf, claws
out.
“Oh God.” Stiles is screwed.
The wolf, because he’s not a man, not with those claws and fangs, drags him
into the denser woods he came from.
Stiles is thrown to the ground, landing on his hands and knees and the wolf is
back on him, dragging his sweats and underwear down to his knees so fast it
burns a little. His shirt and red track hoodie get hiked up a bit
The chilled air hits his naked middle and Stiles knows this is about to really
bad really fast, like Decipticon bad.
The wolf ghosts a hand over his ass and he sucks in a breath. Claws dig into
his hip before sliding over and curling around his dick. Stiles can’t think,
can’t move. If he moves he might get disemboweled. The possibility is there, if
he doesn’t play along.
Something slick and wet nudges at him, and he can’t place what it is and then
it’s inside him, and oh fuck.
The hand on his dick starts jerking him off, lazy and hot while the tongue, the
tongue moves inside him. He can feel himself get hard, and this really isn’t
the time, but what is he supposed to do?
The wolf takes his tongue out and Stiles is split between hope and
disappointment, which is sick, but just as fast he can feel something pressed
against him, blunter than the last time and --- oh.
The wolf slams in and they’re pressed together so close and Stiles feels like
he’s being split in two, can feel a heat low in his belly spreading out. The
wolf fucks him, fast and dirty, hand working his dick and Stiles know he can’t
last for much longer, not like this.
His hands curl in the cold dirt for leverage, trying to push back, answering
the thrusts.
The wolf licks at his earlobe and nuzzle at his neck and it shouldn’t be like
this, rough and gentle.
But then the wolf bites at a point to the right of his shoulder being marked
and it’s not gentle at all and Stiles can feel himself coming all over the
wolf’s hand.
The wolf takes his hand away and Stiles can hear the wet sounds of the wolf
sucking and licking at the mess on his hand. The mess from him.
The wolf stills and Stiles can feel something inside, something growing and oh
God. The wolf is knotting him.
The wolf nuzzles at his neck, holding his teeth gently over the skin and Stiles
know he isn’t supposed to move, but he wants to and how long is he supposed to
be still like this, weak from orgasm and being filled even now?
Hands trace patterns over his back and the tension that had been building in
his back dissolves and Stiles shifts just a little bit, trying to balance
himself better.
“Good boy.” The wolf is amused.
Stiles lets out a shaky breath. He needs more but they’re at a standstill.
All he can feel is the knot, his consciousness contracted to a small point deep
inside himself. The sounds of the forest, the chill settling on his arms, the
feel of dirt grinding into his knees just ebbs away.
“You’re doing so well.” The wolf tells him and it shouldn’t be comforting but
it is. The wolf presses a kiss into the nape of his neck and Stiles shudders.
The wolf starts moving again, small, gentle thrusts, almost barely moving and
the knot gets bigger if that’s even possible and Stiles can’t help the moan
that rips out of his throat.
“Yes.” The wolf sounds desperate now, and Stiles can feel anticipation singing
in his blood.
The knot swells, and finally, finally the wolf is coming inside him and it
feels too tight, like Stiles is too full but it feels so good and it sets him
off somehow and he’s going again, spilling onto the cold ground.
Everything else fades away then, and all he can feel is the wolf and his knot
and his seed inside of him, feeling him up forever.
The wolf pulls out ever so slowly and Stiles finally collapses onto the ground,
on the wet spot.
“Fuck.” Stiles breathes and the wolf just laughs.
 
*&*
Derek has collapsed on the ground beside him, arm curling around his body.
“So was it good for you?” Derek asks; his voice low.
“Yeah. Except for how I somehow got grass stains on my sweats in the middle of
winter. How does that even happen? I’m gonna have to presoak these.” Stiles
gripes.
“It would be worse in summer. Mud, too.” Derek points out, looking away.
“Oh? Summer?” Stiles turns his head to look at him. They haven’t really talked
about this thing, not really. Not how long it would last. Negotiations for
specific scenes don’t count.
Derek looks back and slowly clasps their hands together, rubbing the flesh
between Stiles’ thumb and index finger in gentle circles.
“Yes. Summer. All of them.” Derek looks at him now, touches Stiles jaw and
draws him into a slow kiss.
“Good.” Stiles says and it is good.
“Come on; let’s find that hot chocolate you brought.” Derek tugs them up and
Stiles follows happily.
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