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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Fake_Historical_AU, Always_Female_Stiles_Stilinski, girl_stiles, Werewolf
      Derek, Alpha_Derek, Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolves_Are_Known, Werewolves
      as_Slaves, Size_Difference, Size_Kink, Shameless_Smut, Mention_of
      Knotting, Seduction, Milkmaid_Stiles, Stableboy_Derek, Ridiculous, The
      Author_Regrets_Nothing, The_Author_Regrets_Everything, This_Is_Silliness
      Wrapped_Up_In_Smut, No_Plot/Plotless, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Body_Hair, sterek, Why_Did_I_Write_This?, Brief_Mention_of_Polyamory,
      Short_One_Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-16 Words: 1360
****** The (Unhappily) Virginal Milkmaid & The (Well-Hung) Stable-Wolf ******
by kestra_troi
Summary
     This fic is just a short (drabble-ish) oneshot of some odd, faux-
     historical Sterek. PWP.
     Basically Stiles wants Derek and then they have sex because reasons.
     The End.
     This is NOT a serious work. At all.
Notes
     This one-shot was inspired by a scene in the movie musical The
     Producers. Two characters in the film briefly do a role-play as a
     milkmaid and a stable boy. Why that triggered this fic I don’t know,
     but here you go. I hope you enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
 
It was well known in Beacon Hills that Lord Argent kept Wolves in his stable
though such things were technically illegal. Nobody in the Province made a fuss
about it though if they wanted to stay among the living for much longer. For
Stiles the legality of the thing didn’t matter, in fact she was rather pleased
with Lord Argent’s criminal aptitude for the very simple fact that because of
his transgression she was able to see very shirtless, very sweaty, very
muscled, and very well-endowed wolf-men whenever she wanted. Usually whenever
her milk route took her past the Lord’s manor or she could devise an excuse to
walk past on some other errand. Most times it was the highlight of her week.
As a matter of fact she often was late in her deliveries because she spent more
than a little time ogling the working, straining, sweating wolf-men attend to
their labors. One in particular she favored above the rest: the Alpha of the
Stables. He was tall, broad, dark haired, and green-eyed; muscled like the
other wolf-men, but even more so and hairy all over. He was dark and moody. As
far as Stiles could tell; quiet and yet full of expression. Stiles spent more
than a few of her nights tucked in bed, enjoying her body, thinking of the
rugged, handsome wolf-man in the stables. 
The only problem was that the wolf-man never paid her any attention when she
walked past the stables on her route. Even when she dared to stop and greet the
wolf-men as politely and sweetly as she could, he always responded by shooting
her a pensive, rude glare strong enough to make even Stiles second-guess
herself; a no easy feat by any means. Despite his cold reply, however, Stiles
nevertheless always made of point of saying hello and goodbye to the busy wolf-
men and sometimes she even offered them sips from her milk buckets to cool off
from the heat of the day. In those cases the Alpha always abstained, much to
Stiles’ chagrin.
But Stiles being Stiles was undaunted. Being ignored wasn’t new to her since
she was just a lowly milkmaid, and poor, and more plain than not, as compared
to the other women in the village. Not to mention her penchant for causing
trouble, creating mischief, and general disregard for propriety. Her pranks and
lack of manners had never won her many friends or admirers in her small corner
of the world. Not that being lonely bothered her terribly, she had her father
and her stepbrother and her stepmother for company and love.
No, what really bothered Stiles was her pesky virginity. Having over the course
of her life alienated and annoyed most of the population of her village she had
also apparently annoyed and alienated most every man and boy who could provide
her with the very services she desperately wanted.
At sixteen, near seventeen, and still unbedded was unseemly; her stepbrother
had been bedded and wedded by the time he was fifteen and he had been no more
popular than she. Besides the fact that he was a boy and she a girl they were
basically the same person, who got into the same mischief, and caused the same
troubles. But whereas in a boy such actions and traits were, while not
laudable, at the very least tolerable, in a girl they were found to be
obnoxious, ungodly, sinful, and pathetic.
Stiles had never cared for the opinions of others outside those of her blended
family, but in the moment it was costing her and her family dearly. No one to
take her virginity, meant no one to marry her, which meant she had to stay at
home and be a burden to her parents, which Stiles didn’t like. She wanted to be
independent with her own house and her own rules, but to get that she needed a
man; she needed to be deflowered. And since the men in the village wouldn’t
comply Stiles turned her attention and schemes on the only other men she could
get to: the wolf-men in Lord Argent’s stable.
At first Stiles had plotted to get her hands on one of the Betas since they
were more readily available; they always waved to her when she passed by and
called her sweet names playful begging for what she would gladly have given up
to them at a moment’s notice if she thought they were serious. But none of the
Betas, despite their own mouthwatering looks and shapely bulges, could set her
heart afire like their Alpha could. She wanted him  to be the one to take her.
In the end it took far longer than Stiles could’ve ever believed and far more
effort than anything else she had ever attempted, but she of course succeeded.
Where a Stilinski woman put her mind there was simply no escape; what she set
out for she achieved. He came upon her like a wild beast, as hungry and
desperate for her as she had always been of him. He took her right there in the
stables behind a bale of hay with his men milling about pretending not to hear
her broken moans and his deep rumbles of pleasure.
“About fucking time!” She muttered between heated kisses. Her arms fell around
his broad shoulders, her legs around his slim waist as he easily tore away her
undergarments before undoing his pant strings allowing the measly fabric to
fall to the ground leaving him naked in front of her eyes.
She gasped at his size, passing her eyes over every single glorious inch of his
muscled, hairy body. She grew wet for him, as she knew she would and gazed into
his eyes as they flashed from green to unnatural red. His scowl was gone and in
its place was a feral look of such intense heat and desire Stiles felt
completely overwhelmed. She may have swooned onto the hay behind her, her
cheeks as red as could be, spreading her legs for him wanting him to take. And
take he did.
With more tenderness than she imagined him capable of, the Alpha worked his
sizable manhood inside Stiles until she was full of him beyond anything she had
ever felt before. She gasped, and cried, and shook under him as he found his
pleasure and gave her hers. She clung to him needy and breathless, feeling on
his back the sign of Lord Argent burned into his skin marking him as another
man’ property.
He brought her to completion more times than Stiles dared count while she fell
apart under him, drenched in his sweat, covered by his larger bulk. Again and
again she screamed with her release sated and yet wanting more, frantic to have
everything the wolf-man could give her.
At last his movements subsided and he roared with his own release. His fangs
descended and his eyes shone red as he grew inside of her. Stiles wept for the
fullness she felt pulling the shaking man full on top of her even as he filled
her with his seed. She came once more shuddering under his weight as he melted
into her bosom, held in her arms. “Shit.”
From that day on each time she passed by the stables she would be greeted
respectfully by the wolf-men. No more would they bandy lewd words at her though
she often sat with them in the stables letting them drink her milk and press
their scents into her skin. They memorized her scent and they each all in turn
tasted where their Alpha had laid his claim on her. Their searching tongues
brought her to her end more than once, but only one wolf-man’s manhood ever
penetrated her. Only he was allowed to have her fully. The man that had taken
her virginity. The man that had made her a woman. The man that had murmured in
her ear as they basked in the glow of physical fulfillment, “My name’s Derek.
What’s yours, my little dairy queen?”
“Stiles.” She whispered back.
“Stiles…” He echoed, his voice full of tired contentment and lethargic
longing. 
End Notes
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     let me know and I will update them. :)
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