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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher!Darek, Student_Stiles, Top_Derek, Bottom_Stiles, Pink!Panties
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-28 Words: 1564
****** who wears Short shorts? ******
by Kitties_Say_Meow
Summary
     Stiles gets detention, Derek is the teacher who has to watch him and
     stiles is completely board. Smut ensures
Notes
     So this is my first time posting one of my stories. I've never shown
     my smut to anyone so please be gentle. I got the idea for this story
     after a friend told me about a porn-o he watched.
Stiles frowned, looking down at his text book and decided to close it. He'd
been in detention for thirty minutes and stupid Mr. Hale, whom he'd been
secretly dating for a year, hasn't said a word to him. It was his fault stiles
was even in here, the jerk randomly decided to stop having sex with him and
wouldn't give him an explanation or anything! The jerk had to know. Stiles
frowned more and laid his head down in the desk, closing his eyes.
Derek sat at his desk, quietly reading the paper, in silence. This was odd,
considering who was in the room with him. He peered over the top of the paper
to see Stiles laying his head on the desk, eyes closed. "What do you think
you're doing? This is detention, not nap time. Do your homework, Stiles." He
gruffed out.
Stiles groaned, picking his head up. "But Deeeeerrrreeeek" He wined. "I don't
even deserve to be in detention! I did nothing wrong!"
"I'm sure you did something, Stiles." He said, rolling his eyes. The kid always
did something, mainly by opening his mouth.
"No, I didn't!" Stiles said, standing up and walking toward the desk with a
smirk. "The student hand book clearly says that girls shorts have to be a
certain length and these are within the rules!" He was hoping to get a rise out
of his boyfriend.
Derek swallowed, realizing that his UNDER-AGED boyfriend was in a pair of tight
short-shorts that showed off his lower body parts amazingly. Like the way they
showed off his perfect ass. "Why do you have those on?" He asked, suppressing a
groan. "You look ridiculous.” Derek said, really meaning delicious
Stiles grinned a bit more, seeing his boyfriend swallow, hoping it was because
of what he was wearing. Then he heard Derek call him ridiculous. "Because I
can….." Stiles pouted and the grinned, getting an idea. The shorts hadn't got
the reaction he had wanted but that was okay, he had another idea. "If you
don't like them, I can just take them off." He smirked, unbuttoning the shorts,
slowly unzipping them and sliding them over his hips. Leaving him in a faded
Batman t-shirt and the pink tighty-whities that Derek had gotten him as a joke
a few months ago.
Derek groaned, watching the shorts slide over slim hips, revealing the pink
underwear. He felt his cock twitch, seeing him like this. Derek hadn’t touched
Stiles in a long tie and he missed it, but he needed to wait. "Stiles..." He
said, taking a deep breath. "Go sit back down and put the pants back on." He
picked back up his paper and started reading again
Stiles frowned at his boyfriend. What the hell!? He had just told him that he
looked ridiculous but now he wanted them back on? Did Derek not want him
anymore? "Okay….." Stiles said, bending down to pull up his shorts. When he
bent over, he saw the bulge in Derek’s pants. He had affected him! Smirking,
stiles moved closer and dropped to his knees, running his hands up Derek’s
legs.
 
"Stiles-"
Stiles quickly leaned up and kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip so he could
shut him up. At first he wasn't kissed back, but then two strong hands were on
him, one the back of his head, the other cupping his neck. Derek growled and
kissed him harder, slipping his tongue inside Stiles' mouth when he gasped.
It wasn't just the sex that had stopped, it was the kissing too, and being
kissed here and now was just amazing to Stiles, it let him know that Derek
still wanted him. He pulled his mouth away and put it over Derek’s clothed
erection.
Derek almost pulled the kid back up until he felt Stiles' wet mouth over his
growing erection. "Stiles!" He gasped, tossing his head back. "Stop, you need
to stop... Get up."
Stiles pouted looking up at him, cheeks faint with blush. "I don't think you
want me to stop." He said, moving his hands to unbuckle the belt around Derek's
waist.
"Stiles." Derek growled out in warning. Stiles didn't listen though, and he was
sure that once he started, Derek would stop telling him to quit. At least he
hoped so.
"Just let me Der." He said, unzipping the pants and pulling out Derek's cock.
If Derek truly wanted him to stop then he could have, would have stopped him by
now. Stiles stuck his tongue out to lick at the head, already beading with pre-
come. He wouldn't help but smile at the shaky breath that came from Derek's
mouth when he slid his tongue to the underside of his cock, wrapping it around
the base and tracing the vain back up to the tip.
"Fuck, Stiles..."
Stiles grinned again, wrapping his lips around him, taking him in, inch by
inch. Derek hissed and tangled his fingers in Stiles' short hair. Stiles
hummed, bobbing his head, taking more of him each time he went down and made
sure to curl hi tongue around the shaft.
"Stiles...off, now." Derek growled, pulling him off his cock and connecting
their mouths together, relishing in the taste on himself on his boyfriends
mouth. He stood up, pulling Stiles along with him and laid the younger down on
the desk. He quickly removed his clothing before stripping the remainder of the
clothing left on Stiles. "You just can't wait, can you." He said, kissing down
his chest.
"No, I want it so bad! You have no idea. God, Fuck me, Derek!" He said, arching
into the touch.
"You got me so worked up that I have too." Derek said, wrapping his mouth
around Stiles' erection, running his tongue around the flesh, and slipping a
hand in between his cheeks to prod at his hole but found that it was already
slick and stretched. "Stiles?"
Stiles moaned, arching his back, whimpering when Derek stopped. "Why did you
stop?" He asked, sitting up on his elbows.
"Why are you already stretched and lubed?" Derek asked, voice hardening
slightly.
"I told you." Stiles wined, laying back down. "I want to be fucked, and I had a
free period."
Derek frowned, misunderstanding him and lifted a leg onto his shoulder, making
his boyfriend squeak and lined up with his hole, thrusting in quickly,
bottoming out on the first try.
Stiles tossed his head back, arching his back and moaning, gripping the sides
to the desk. Derek had pushed in, without warning, and the stretch of his cock
burned a little, he hardly even gave him time to adjust.
"You a little cock slut now?" He asked, punctuating each word with a deep
thrust.
"O-only your cock." Stiles moaned, body twitching when his prostate was hit
repeatedly.
"Who did you get stretched out by?" He asked, bracing a hand on the desk next
to stiles' hip, speeding up his thrusts. “Probably the reason you wore these
shorts on your tight little ass.”
"Myself!" Stiles gasped, grabbing at the arm next to him.
"Who did you want to fuck you?"
"You! Always you, only you!" Stiles moaned again, arching his back more. "Fuck,
Derek it feels so good!" He would have to remember to get Derek railed up
again.
At his boyfriends words, Derek realized that he misunderstood him and kissed
him deeply and slowed his trusts, as a show of apology. He would apologize
better later.
"More..." Stiles wined after Derek had slowed. He heard him chuckle and then
the quick, magical thrusts were back. "Yes! Oh, Fuck, More! Derek, Fuck me
More, God, please!" He begged, wrapping both arms around his shoulders, nails
digging into his back.
"I'm not going to last much longer, you’re so fucking tight." Derek panted
against his neck.
"M-my fingers are, Ahh! smaller and, mhn, it's been so long." He moaned, moving
his hips to meet Derek's thrusts half way.
"Wanted to wait." Was his only reply, along with a bite to his shoulder.
"Fuck! Derek, I'm gonna..." He trailed off, biting his lip, he was close to
coming without even being touched!
"Go ahead, it’s okay." Derek said, licking at the bite mark and angling his
thrusts for Stiles' prostate, coming inside only a few thrusts later. Sending
Stiles over the edge, with the feeling of Derek's orgasm, and a choked scream
of Derek's name.
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"So, what did you want to wait for?" Stiles asked, after they had both calmed
down and were cuddling on the desk.
"For you to be legal. I think your dad found out because he approached me about
a month and a half ago and put a gun in my face." Derek said, nuzzling his
shoulder.
"So that stopped the kisses too?"
"I don't think you realize, I want you fuck you every time I see you, I had to
stop kissing you to restrain myself." Derek said, kissing his head.
"Derek, You're an idiot!" He groaned. "I thought you lost interest in me you
big sour wolf." He said, hitting his arm.
"Stiles, I could never lose interest in you. Especially, when you dress like
that." Derek pulled him closer and pressed lazy kisses to his cheek.
"I did look hot in those shorts." Stiles joked, making them both laugh. Stiles
had got what he wanted and found out that Derek would always want him.
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