you smell...good

6. Naughty Thoughts and Wet Dreams

!SMUT WARNING! (and plz remember that I've made Stiles 18 in this)

Hiiii I haven't written a new chapter IN 4 MONTHS (sorryyyy) it's my birthday in a few days so my goal was to get this chapter out before then!

I noticed that I've been doing (pretty much) everything from Stiles POV even tho the story description says it's about Derek...oops. I just don't really know how to write as his character. But whatever. I'll give it a shot.

This chapter is gonna be allllll for our bae Derek ;) Plz enjoy x

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Derek's POV

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~{ 'w-where am I...' i struggled to open my eyes, something felt off.  'A urinal...?' why am I in a public bathroom!? wait...ive been in this restroom before. }~

~{ suddenly I felt a warmth wrap around my waste..going down...the warmth engulfed my crotch. I looked down to see a pair of hands with familiar moles and freckles scattered scarcely across them. I furrowed my brow, what the hell was this!? I attempted to reach down and pull the erotic hands away from my genitals. But my hands wouldn't move.  As if I was nothing but a viewer, I had no control over my body. the pale and almost delicate hands had strangely disappeared. Now a boy appeared in front of me on his knees...but not just any boy...Stiles!?}~

~{ it all made sense now. the bathroom, this is the bathroom where I bumped into Stiles! but what on earth is this situation, is this some sort of...sexual Dream!? but why the hell is Stiles in it!... I can't even escape this nightmare in my dreams. what is it with this punk kid}~

~{ I've crossed paths with him 3 times now, despite my effort to stay as far away as I can. if I had just left that damn inhaler where I found it I bet none of this would have happened. that night in the woods, would never have happened. I don't understand! why him! I've only ever had sex in an attempt to feel something, it never mattered who. not once have I craved an individual person, not like this at least...but Stiles, whenever he gets close I go crazy...I want to throw him to the floor..thrust deep inside and!...no! what the fuck no!. stop thinking about him!... He's out of my reach. a piece of shit like me doesn't suit someone like him... *sigh*what am I even saying...besides he's just a kid, and I barely know him}~

~{ during my minor mental breakdown I seemed to have forgotten my situation...Stiles was still kneeled in front of me. eyes full of lust, gazing up at me. Though his gaze quickly shifted to something else...something...lower. out of nowhere he grabbed my hips with his small hands and clenched my zipper between his teeth and pulled it down, eyes glued to my crotch, though he appeared somewhat embarrassed by his actions. he shifted his fingertips to the top of my jeans and pulled them down in one fell swoop. then again but with my boxers. I had nothing left to cover my privates now}~

~{ Stiles stared at my dick as if waiting for it to just suddenly become erect... can I talk in this dream or? 'you have to touch it to make it stand up.." guess I can talk. he looked up at me and turned bright red. and to my surprise he didn't even need to touch me, that face made my dick stand up quicker than it ever has before. what the hell!...I watched as Stiles leaned towards mine, gently nuzzling it with his nose, before using his hot wet tongue to lick from the base of my dick to the tip. a rush of pleasure filled every part of me. the words "mmm you taste good" slipped out from Stiles soft pink lips, that were now wrapped around the tip of my cock. he swirled his tongue around the tip then pushed my hard member down his throat as far as he could. I felt like I could cum any minute now...mmnh...any..minute..n-}~

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

"ughhhhhh"

"what the fuck"

Stupid alarm. I was starting to enjoy mysel-...no! no, I wasn't. even if I was, it wasn't cause of Stiles...weak, skinny, defenceless Stiles. I doubt he'd be able to give me such a blowjob.

...who am I kidding...I can't get this kid out of my head...

His smell is still in my nose from yesterday.

...his smell.

That's what I need to figure out..why does he smell so...delicious

"arghhh what a dirty dream though...I'm so going to hell"

No One's POV

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Derek sighed as he sat up...he lifted his sheets and stared blankly at the mess his dream had created.

Derek had a distinctive scowl on his face the entire time he was cleaning his sheets. he didn't know what to do at this point.

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Inevitably and uncontrollably Derek had naughty thoughts about Stiles multiple times a day. it's not like he was doing it on purpose, but even when just looking at the kitchen counter he couldn't help but imagine devouring the boy, pushed up against its cool polished marble. as well as many other shameful things.

Derek could think of nothing but Stiles at this point. he felt like he was losing his mind...but what did Stiles think of him he wondered.

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I'm so embarrassed I can't believe I wrote that omg  (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) hope you guys enjoyed it tho. next chapter I think I might write what Stiles is going through, and what his thoughts on Derek are. Again, I hoped you guys enjoyed this steamy chapter and ill see you in the next one cya  *facepalms*

{as always if I have made any mistakes, plz let me know and ill fix them <3 }

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