Sour Wolf and Big Mouth

Of Stellas and Stiles (Mature Content)

Stella's head was spinning, possibly from the drinks he had earlier or the lack of oxygen due to the fact that Alpha Derek Hale was making out with him in the bathroom. "D-Derek." He mumbled against the werewolf's lips. "Yeah?" Derek pulled away slightly. "Let's find some place much more comfortable than the bathroom wall in the club. Cause, while I do want to be sexed on a wall, preferably not this one." Derek's eyes darkened as he let Stella down. Stella giggled. "Y-You have makeup here." He cleaned Derek's lips clean of his makeup with his thumb. Derek smirked. "I plan on having more on my skin." Stella gulped. "That...was dirty Sourwolf." Derek nipped his neck. "Come on Stella." Stella grabbed his wig and quickly fixed his hair before letting Derek lead him out of the club where they shortly met up with Sylvie and the bartender. "I'm going to be late, don't wait up!" Both crossdressers yelled as they were led to different cars. Derek opened the passenger door of the Camaro and helped Stella slide in. Stella blushed. "What a gentlewolf." Derek rolled his eyes as he got behind the wheel. "Don't make me regret being nice to you Stella." Stella rolled his eyes in turn. "Whatever, wolf." Derek grabbed his chin gently and turned his head to look at him. "Silly human." He pressed another kiss to Stella's lips before taking his hand away. He started the car and started to drive to the loft. Stella squirmed in his seat, his erection rubbing against his lace panties. "D-Derek..." He whined. Derek groaned as he inhaled the scent of Stella's arousal. "Shit Stella." He grit between his teeth as his cock strained in his boxers. Derek broke several traffic laws in order to get to the loft before he exploded with Stella's scent alone. Derek parked the car and they both scrambled to get out of the Camaro. Stella jumped into Derek's arms, wrapping his arms and legs around the werewolf as they kissed sloppily. Derek managed to open the door and slammed it shut as he made his way up to his room. Stella had kicked his heels off on the stairs, listening to them fall back to the first floor. He dropped Stella on his bed, watching the human gasp with swollen red lips and smeared makeup. Derek stripped, leaving only his boxers before covering Stella's body with his. Stella watched him as he slowly unzipped the orange dress. Stella shrugged out of it and pushed it off, leaving him in only in his red lace panties. Derek's eyes widened. "Fuck, Stella." Stella grinned. "That's the plan, now can we get with the program?" Derek rolled his eyes but smiled in return. Stella made grabby hands to the werewolf who finally gave into the human's demands. Derek ran his nose delicately against Stella's neck, inhaling his scent that was unique to him. Stella whined and bucked his hips up, their erections brushing. Both males let out a moan. Stella began to shamelessly rut against Derek, wrapping his slender arms around the werewolf's torso. Derek kissed him roughly, moving the wig and cap so he could pull on the brown strands. Stella gave a small whimper as he felt his cock twitch with each pull. Derek moved away to reach for the bottle of lube he hid in his nightstand drawer. Stella reached up and clutched the werewolf, sucking his nipple lightly. Derek jolted and made a noise of surprise. Stella hummed as the older male groaned. He grabbed the bottle and threw Stella onto his hands and knees. "Doggy style, really?" Stella asked as he positioned himself more comfortably. Derek swatted his pale cheek, making him jump with a yelp. "Shut up Stella." He spread Stella's cheeks and licked his hole before Stella could retort. He moaned, burying his red face into a pillow as Derek continued to rim him as if he was the single best tasting object in his life. He lifted his head when he felt Derek's face move from his ass only to moan as he felt a finger inside him. Derek's fingertip brushed against his prostate, making the human jerk as he moaned louder. Derek slipped another finger into the tight heat, imagining how good it would feel around his cock. He gripped his base before he could orgasm. He had to take it slow with Stella. He wanted this to last, to be the best Stella ever had. Hell, his pride wanted it to be the best Stella will ever have. He slowly scissored the human, watching his hole widen. 

Stella bit into the pillow as he whimpered because frickitedy fracking fuck did it feel good. He gave a sudden scream as he felt the tips of Derek's fingers brush a bundle of nerves inside him. "Holy porn, what was that?!" He looked over his shoulder with wide eyes at the smirking werewolf. "That my lovely Stella," Derek hit the spot again with the three fingers he had buried in Stella, cherishing the younger male's moans, "is your prostate." Stella moaned again. "Please Derek, I want you. Hell, I wanted you about thirty minutes ago." Derek pulled his hair in warning. "Shut up before I..." "Before you rip my throat out with your teeth, we've been over this already DerEEEEK!" Stella screamed as the werewolf roughly pushed into him. "Shit!" He barked as he felt as if he was being torn in half. At least he's being nice enough to let me adjust. He mentally grumbled as he twitched. He felt warm hands rub against his back and shoulders, helping him relax a little. "I'm going to start." Stella spasmed as he felt Derek's warm breath on his ear. "Warning," He hissed as Derek began to move his hips, dragging his cock out before shoving back in roughly. He could practically feel Derek's smirk as he buried his face back into his arms. "I did warn you." Stella wanted to glare at him but at that moment, Derek's tip brushed his prostate, making him moan instead. Derek grinned, a hint of his wolf peeking out as his teeth elongated, making him appear feral. "Yes, yes, more!" Stella wasn't quite sure what he was pleading for but Derek seemed to know as his speed increased. Stella was aware he was babbling as his prostate was abused by Derek...but he was drunk on the pleasure he was receiving. He didn't know what garbage was escaping his lips. He only prayed it wasn't embarrassing as he couldn't stop it. He could feel his orgasm approaching quickly. "Derek, Derek, Derek!" He screamed as he came across his stomach and the bed sheets. The werewolf groaned at the erotic sight before him as Stella bowed his back, pushing his ass against him. He gripped the slim hips, his claws gently scraping the pale skin. He leaned forward so his lips were against the human's ear. "I'm going to knot you." Derek growled as he felt the base of his penis swell. Stella nodded as he felt his rim catch on the knot. Derek moaned as he came inside Stella, filling him. He collapsed against Stella's back who whined as he was pressed further into his puddle of cum. The two panted, trying to regain their breath as Derek continued to cum.

"So how long does this take?" Stella huffed out. He was met with silence. "Derek?" The werewolf buried his face between the ridge of his shoulder blades, mumbling something against his skin. "What?" Derek coughed. "Between thirty minutes to two hours..."

"WHAT?!"