Oh my god – having one of those weeks where I just want to be whipped, caned, dominated the fuck out of and fucked out of my mind. Like a Sheriff/Derek AU where John helps Derek take the edge off by working the boy over thoroughly and make him hold his legs open so he can fuck into him. And then tie him up and leave him edged with a vibe for the whole night so by morning Derek can’t remember his own name.

yyyeeeessssssss ❤ ❤

Sheriff being so domineering in the most gentle, infuriating way. Stalking slowly around Derek and tapping at his flanks and thighs with a cane; just enough to get him to flinch but not enough to sting or even leave a pink mark on his skin. When Derek starts trembling and sobbing, the Sheriff just pets a hand through his sweaty hair and shushes him.

“You’re a good boy. Just keep still for me. I don’t need to tie my good boy down, do I?” And Derek would be shaking his head frantically, little pearls of sweat flying from the tips of his hair, eyes so big and adoring on the Sheriff, trying to watch him as long as possible as he starts to slowly pace around, cane slowly dragging along the dip of Derek’s spine, lower, lower until it nudges playfully between his cheeks.

And Derek groans, low and wrecked, ass tilting up and knees inching further apart; giving his vulnerable parts on display for the Sheriff to toy with. There’s a tap of the cane right on his hole and he sobs once and sharp – just a big, noisy gulp of air; and he’s so grateful when the Sheriff gives him his gag so he can dig his teeth into it. Stares at him with teary eyes, face blotchy and snotty from nothing but just the hint of what he wants.

At the first real hit right across the meaty part of his ass, he stops to even breathe; just kneels over the edge of the bed and stares ahead of him with wide eyes, pupils little pinpricks that blow open wide as soon as his system is able to deal with the sudden pain radiating off of him.

The Sheriff is a steady presence next to him, one leg firmly pressing into Derek’s side so he knows John is right there while he finally finally gets his swats in strong, even intervals that make him melt into the mattress.

When John changes his gag for the cane and lets Derek hold it carefully between his teeth like a dog, Derek is deep down and weak as a kitten. He lets the Sheriff slide big warm hands along the blistering welts of his ass and thighs and nearly falls over when he tries to open his legs further as his balls get fondled; their heaviness weighted in the Sheriff’s gentle hands.

He’s so clumsy and helpless; Sheriff needing to help him onto the bed and to get into the right position because his hands seem to keep wandering to the fat, rigid line of his cock. When he gets told to ‘not touch’ he nods earnestly and stares at John in dumb adoration, fingers still inching to his dick, just wanting to hold onto it, not even jerking off just holding where he’s just as hot and pulsing as where the Sheriff has caned him.

So his hands get pulled to his knees where he can hold on to just as well; keep himself in a small compact form with his legs spread wide and his furry hole on display. Soft and relaxed for the Sheriff to edge him with a little vibrator; And another one for his dick, pressed just beneath the swollen head until Derek makes a strange sound half moan half gurgle, toes curling where they’re bobbing in the air, balls drawing up tight in preparation…

And then there’s nothing; nothing at all. The little vibe in his ass is gone and the one on his cock too, but he’s not even complaining. Just groans and stares at John who murmurs praise and shushes him, and him calling Derek a “sloppy whore” and a “pretty slut” sounds just like he’s calling him the sweetest endearments.

“I want you to use me,” Derek had said while sitting astride John’s hips, his hole working like a diligent, wet mouth around the dick sitting so deep inside him, he could feel it in his belly.

John had blinked up at him in a daze, brain trying to figure out the mumbled jumble of words that had come out on one hitched breath – understanding made even harder by Derek’s long front teeth.

“I am using you, baby boy,” he murmured, big hand lovingly curling around Derek’s cock so he could lazily play with the foreskin – thumb moving it to and fro until Derek sobbed and his hips jerked.

“No,” he whispered and John watched how his face got dark with embarrassment beneath his black beard even as his hole gripped tighter; suckling him in and massaging his cock as Derek stilled and caught his breath. He leaned down and brought his lips close to John’s ear so he could whisper to him what he wanted from him, and the Sheriff would never get tired of how needy Derek was for cock, and what a delightfully lewd little creature he actually was.

.o.

Derek didn’t even move when John’s hands curled around his ankles to pull his legs slowly apart, and for a moment John wondered whether this was staged – whether Derek played at being asleep just for the Sheriff’s benefit after a long, boring shift that had only been made bearable by Derek’s little messages throughout (messages in which he sent pictures of his hairy abs and pecs, nipples swollen almost obscenely after Derek had played with them for hours).

As it was, Derek didn’t sound as if he was faking it – he was snoring softly in that odd little way of his that John was pretty sure Derek had no idea he was doing.

It seemed like his boy really was at his mercy; his strong body laid out for John to do with as he pleased. Derek’s crack was a shadowy, tantalizing place that John would probably never get enough of and the fact that he could gently thumb the cheeks apart without Derek being aware of it was as amazing as it was exciting.

He’d never done anything like what he was doing now – his partners always had been wide awake and enthusiastically consenting; but they also never had been so desperate to submit as Derek obviously was.

The boy practically melted whenever John became just slightly assertive; always so desperate to be stuffed with cock.

John hummed under his breath in satisfaction as he gently petted along the furry darkness between Derek’s cheeks, stopping at that warm, well-explored space down below.

Derek’s hole opened a little to a curious, gentle press, and the Sheriff was reminded of a well-trained dog.

He leaned down, body leisurely stretching out between Derek’s legs, and breathed out warm air, watching the crisp, dark hair move. Derek made a noise at that – a deep, almost confused sound as he shifted and then settled once more.

John pressed a kiss against his boy’s ass, then let one hand wander further down, fingers slipping beneath Derek’s heavy sac lying there vulnerable and on display. It felt loose and warm in the Sheriff’s gently weighing hand and he could see the boy’s hole start to work as he began rolling the orbs and gently tugging a little just to see the skin stretch and feel Derek’s thighs quiver around his shoulders.

He kept a hold of Derek’s balls as he leaned down and took an experimental lick of the exposed hole, waiting for Derek’s reaction.

He could already see it in his mind – Derek slowly but surely waking from his deep nap and realizing what was happening; those desperate little sounds out of his throat when he understood that he would not be able to move at all due to the hand on his balls; how he was well and truly trapped and helpless to John’s whims…

I want you to use me, indeed.

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Yesss now I’m imagining dark warlord sheriff doing something similarly wicked to slave Derek.

ooooh god yeah. He wouldn’t be as nice about it, though.

“Hold them open, little whore. Show me your secret place.” There was enough amusement in his voice to let Derek know exactly how ‘secret’ he thought it was. Big, rough hands seized his wrists and pulled them roughly back until his shoulders hurt, showing him exactly where he wanted them.

Derek’s face was burning and he was glad that he could at least hide it in the bed like this. He wished he would just die of embarrassment and get this ordeal over with. The warlord was hunkering on the bed behind him, and his gaze was like a physical thing on his body.

“Get that hole spread, boy! Get to it!” The rough command was accompanied by a companionable – stinging – slap to Derek’s thigh. The beast seemed to be in as good a mood as any, though the way he expressed it still was a far cry gone from gentle.

Derek let out a mortified, little moan as he seized his cheeks and pulled them apart with trembling fingers. Heat of humiliation washed through him from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair as he felt not only the eager gaze of his master, but also the cool air of the room tickling his opening.

“Gorgeous. I bet you always were the belle of the ball in your family’s home, weren’t you?” Stilinski positively cooed and Derek couldn’t even begin to tell him again about how he had not –

when he felt those big killer hands on his own – helping him spread and disgrace himself further for a warm puff of air across his twitching hole and then the warm, intrusive touch of…

It’s his tongue. It’s his tongue, he thought with utter mortification, not hearing the horrible sounds he was making. High and loud and greedy as he felt a by now familiar warmth and heaviness start gathering in his groin.

God, not now, he thought blearily but his toes were tingling and his entire being seemed to be concentrated on where an eager, broad tongue was lapping at him like a dog.

Ooooh rimming and virgin!kink did you say? How about Derek being rimmed by the sheriff for the first time except it’s not just the first time he’s been rimmed it’s the first time anyone has played with his hole. Embarrassed noises and flushed cheeks?

“No!”

John’s head shoots up between Derek’s thighs and he stares at him with eyebrows drawn up. The boy looks like he’s even more startled by it; eyes wide and mouth dropping open in a soft, little ‘o’ that John wants to dip his cock into. Slow and leisurely in little thrusts along Derek’s soft tongue; showing him how to be good and keep that gag reflex at bay.

He has to blink a couple times to get the image out of his head and focus.

“No?”

He is about to (regretfully) relinquish his very comfortable spot between Derek’s legs, where he had been about to make out with his boy’s hole, when Derek’s large hands come down and hectically hold him where he is.

“N-No, I mean. Yes, I mean…” He’s flushing almost as hotred as the tips of his ridiculous ears have been for quite a while. John just stays patiently and looks up at him, fingers idly petting the thick, hairy thighs bracketing him.

“I mean… I was just startled because your face… was… there.” Derek scrunches his eyes shut and lets his head fall back – probably to avoid dying off shame. John snorts and makes sure his boy can feel the warm breath tickling his crack. Derek jerks and twitches – but he doesn’t pull away.

“Yeah. Because I wanted to give that sweet cunt of your’s a little kiss.” And more. So much more. God he wanted to tongue fuck Derek’s ass until it was a sloppy mess; gaping and soft and begging for a dick to fill it.

“Can I give it a little kiss, Derek?” he rumbles and noses at Derek’s balls. They’re large and warm and just as sensitive as the rest of his boy. Derek is breathing quick and shallow and his fingers are digging painfully into John’s shoulders.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, of course,” Derek whispers. He sounds delirious and he nearly kicks John in the head as he tries to stand his feet up on the bed and spread his knees further apart.

It is a delightful surprise how noisy Derek can get in bed – something John hadn’t thought possible. A sudden wet tongue circling his twitching hole with a self-indulgent twirl seemed to be just the thing, though.

Derek let go of John’s shoulders in favor of clapping his hands across his mouth, eyes open in horrified wonder at the mewling whine that burst out of him.

His cock – big and fat already, just from some sweet petting – was slapping against his belly with the uneducated jerks of his hips. John grinned against the little, furry cunt and tried holding his boy’s hips down.

“Sweet, little virgin,” he cooed into the warm, dark space behind Derek’s balls and dipped down again to drag his tongue lovingly across that eager, little slit.

Derek might be whining and jerking through his first rimming – but his hole was all on board; opening up beautifully for it’s tonguing and only twitching feebly against the intrusion.

John wondered – in a sudden burst of silliness – whether Derek even was aware of how slutty his cunt already was.

I need more stay at home boy Derek !! Bottom Derek with Sheriff Stilinski is my fav

Derek likes to surprise the Sheriff with new stuff he got from the internet. He has the whole day to lounge around and care for himself, after all. Making sure his nails are short and clean (he tends to scratch when he’s allowed to lie on his back while he’s getting fucked); trimming his beard until the line across his cheeks is nice and sharp; working out and showering for hours, making sure his pubes are nice and clean – aaannnnd surfing the net like a lazy weirdo with the laptop on his belly and one hand down his pants, even though he’s not allowed to come. (he just likes holding a cock tbh.)

On there he finds the best things he knows will drive his daddy wild. Like the time he stood in the hallway in nothing but a pink jock strap when the Sheriff came home. John very much appreciated the ‘baby boy’ printed on the broad elastic band, as well as the way it looked so bright and young against Derek’s dark, hairy body.

He ate him out right there, pressing Derek against the wall and nosing into the hairy crack until Derek had to stand on his tip toes, groaning into his stacked arms at the enthusiastic, deep licking he received; big cock straining against the confines of his jock strap, knowing full well he’d not be allowed to come any time soon.

I need more Derek/Sheriff!!

don’t we all, Nonnie. Don’t. We. All.

I’m thinking Derek could be the Sheriff’s stay-at-home-boy. Basically it’s his job to service the Sheriff, and be available whenever the mood strikes – and he takes his job very seriously.

It’s not that often that he gets accosted in the night, but when he feels big, sure hands on his thighs, he can’t help it but sleepily open them wide and angle his hairy ass up into the cool air of the bedroom. A breathy moan escapes him when the Sheriff’s thick fingers – already slick with lube – pet across his dusky hole, trying how soft and swollen the rim is. All the deep dicking is taking its toll and the Sheriff loves to see physical evidence of it.

Derek is snoring softly as he gets fingered, but John doesn’t really mind it. He’s focused on the feel of Derek’s warm, puffy walls hugging his fingers, and how he can see the swell of the boy’s balls where they peek out between his thighs, and how they move when he relentlessly circles his prostate with gentle fingers.

In any case, he doesn’t need Derek to be awake for what he wants of him, but there’s also no way his boy will sleep through getting his cunt stretched on a big cock.

When John mounts him with one hand placed high between his shoulder blades – nearly gripping the back of his neck to keep him pinned down and motionless – he startles awake with a confused grunt and half-moan.

“Daddy?” he whispers, voice ridiculously high and soft, always so startling when it comes from this burly man.

“Shhh baby boy. Just let Daddy take care of you. Just… like… this…” John’s not even looking at Derek’s face; just intently staring down where he’s starting to press the blunt tip of his dick against the swollen, dark hole. He never gets tired of seeing how Derek’s swollen rim opens up for him and stretches, stretches, stretches to accommodate John’s girth; and Derek doesn’t even wince. Just opens his mouth in another soft groan and lets himself get pinned down against the bed.

He’d never struggle against a fuck. He’s too addicted to cock; to warm cum filling his belly and making the hair around his hole and the dark, space behind his balls sticky.

The Sheriff fucks him in fast, abrupt strokes that jolt through Derek and force squeaky whines out of his throat . It doesn’t even take long – not long enough for Derek’s warm, sleepy body to get off, anyway – until he stills and fills him with a deep, rusty sounding grunt.

He pets Derek’s ass with small slaps, as if congratulating a dog after a trick well done, then slowly pulls away, watching the pulsing gape of Derek’s cunt with satisfied smugness.

“Good boy,” he praises and presses a kiss against Derek’s shoulder blade, right next to the red hand print on the nape of his neck – then proceeds to get off the bed and ready for bed, hands on his uniform, and mind already elsewhere while Derek is still dazed and his toes are tingling.