yooo… xenophilia ahead with wolf!Derek getting fucked by the Sheriff :O be warned.

Derek liked being a wolf; John had realized that early in their relationship and accepted it in good grace. After all, he enjoyed the warm living creature that sometimes crawled next to him into bed or sprang onto the couch, offering him a belly to scratch and a throat to pet.

It wasn’t so different to Derek as a human, to be quite honest.

There were the same low sounds of gruff approval and the same sense of deep satisfaction at the Sheriff’s large hand rubbing down his chest towards his belly, the broad heel gently pressing into the soft, vulnerable tissue there.

It was this fact that John used to excuse himself of sometimes… forgetting what he was doing; of not pulling back in surprised disgust when his fingertips bumped the wet tip of a cock – convincing himself he just had forgotten that Derek was a wolf at that moment and the cock dragging hot across the backs of his nudging knuckles was human instead of shyly peeking out of a furry sheath (that John had learned not to look at early on).

His denial was made all too easy by Derek himself; by the way the wolf always became still, panting fast and soft through his open muzzle as he waited for John to curl fingers around his cock; maybe rub them down along the loose skin of his sheath and maybe cup heavy, ripe wolf balls in his palm.

“Derek…” he’d growl, trying to sound reproving and probably utterly failing – no, not probably because Derek didn’t look chagrined when he turned back. He looked embarrassed and unsure, yes, but there still was a hot, sweaty flush on his face and his eyes gleaming with a kind of need John was very accustomed to.

There was just no denying it: Derek wanted him to touch him when he was a wolf. Begged for it even, if John was honest with himself. There was no way to misinterpret Derek when he was getting needy and excited, snout first snuffling into John’s crotch and rubbing firmly against the ridge of his cock, then presenting him with his backside with his tail up and slim back swaying enticingly. He’d be standing almost on his tiptoes – and wasn’t that just hilarious ha ha ha…. – in his eagerness to present to his mate; in his… in his blatant, unrepentant greed for cock and for dominance.

“I can’t do that, Derek. It’s just not… I’m not attracted to…” he’d try to reason, but honestly, who was he kidding?

The creature looking at him, knowing his every lie in the beat of his fucking betraying heart? Or was he trying to kid himself when his cock was filling out, balls feeling swollen and sensitive with the thought of fucking… fucking beneath Derek’s raised tail, hand holding on to it for purchase as he pressed inside the wolf’s lewdly displayed hole, forcing those tender muscles apart with the broad head of his human cock…

“Fuck,” he groaned behind hands rubbing across his face, wondering why he was having this argument in the first place – for the third time.

Why he was even having to explain to Derek why they couldn’t do this; fuck like animals – one of them being an animal, and…

…and he was being an idiot, he knew. The answer was quite simple, he thought, watching Derek in his wolf form, feeling him press a wet nose against his knee and looking up at him with trusting, dark, understanding eyes.

Derek was no human. Or, no, he was. Despite what forms he took, he’d always be a creature in between. It was who he was, it was his nature.

“I don’t even know,” John whispered, mouth dry as he cupped Derek’s sleek head, fingers digging into the thick fur beneath his ears. Derek immediately started licking his wrist and forearm, tongue long and warm and leaving behind sticky saliva that made John shiver.

“Should’ve known you’d be a slut in every form,” he mumbled, voice sliding into a lower register. He could see something in Derek’s eyes, something so akin to his human side, it made John feel more secure and anchored. He could feel his blood heating as he let his hands slide towards Derek’s throat, fingers digging into his fur deep.

He watched the dark body still, ears folding back in what didn’t look aggressive but anticipatory. “A little slut that needy to be put into place no matter the form, hm?”

Derek whined, muzzle opening to let his tongue loll out. He shifted his hind legs and John could feel himself smirk as he caught a glimpse of Derek’s cock beneath his belly – a deep red against the black of his fur.

“I’ll give you exactly what you need…”

.o.

It was hard to hear anything other than the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears. His face felt hot with embarrassed excitement, fingers slick with a generous amount of lube as he slowly pulled them out of Derek’s eagerly flexing hole. He’d never thought this would be something that would happen; that he’d be kneeling behind Derek’s wolf form and finger him open; having to hold his tail out of the way with the other hand so he wouldn’t smack him in the face with his ridiculous wagging.

Derek was even helping; hunching his slim hips and bearing down on the intrusion, low canine grunts spilling from his throat as he got fingered.

John had no idea if there was a prostate for him to find, but Derek seemed to enjoy himself all the same. His cock was out and bouncing loosely beneath his belly, long strings of clear pre-cum dripping to the floor and his nose close to the ground as he panted.

When John pressed in, it was all and nothing like he expected – imagined… over and over again. Derek was even softer like this; muscles not as firm and gripping as in his human form. He was opening up like the little whore he was, swallowing his thick cock and taking him without a sign of distress.

He was wet and warm and his fur felt soft against John’s hip bones when he finally bottomed out, mouth open and chin on his chest as he stared down in disbelief.

He couldn’t belief Derek actually had taken him; that he’d forced his cock into that little hole and had it hug him lovingly, desperately, slim canine hips hunching and moving slightly. He could feel Derek’s quick, panting breaths when he curled his fingers around his belly and bumped into the hard, warm cock beneath.

“You alright?” he mumbled; he couldn’t hear his own voice but it felt like his mouth was filled with cotton. He wasn’t sure whether Derek had even understood his intelligible babble – only that he seemed to have because he was nodding, tail shivering against John’s belly and that soft squishy tissue of his ass squeezing down on his cock; inviting him to move in slow, even strokes that had both of them groan in satisfaction.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered, hunched across Derek’s slim back as he fucked in small, dirty grinds of his hips into the wolf.

Derek’s tongue was lolling out of his muzzle in a satisfied grin.

So I’ve been seeing the concubineDerek prompts, and I just have this image of him acting so shy and virginal under sheer robes that show off his body, but everyone knows he’s the best lay in the brothel even though he’s super picky as to who he picks as partners because he’s always left not completely satisfied. Then Sheriff walks in and Derek decided to give it a try, thinking that the Sheriff is gonna be all soft and sweet with him. Then Derek gets the best lay of his life with rimming and ugh

*claws at face* yaaaasssssssss

like Derek is probably in a melancholy mood or something and just has pity on that poor older man that comes in and looks around like he’s so mortified to be in this place. Like he can’t fathom why he’s there.

When Derek walks to him and sits very close with his knees together and his shoulders a little pulled up – looking so vulnerable – the Sheriff does his best not to stare at the wares on display. How Derek’s dark cock is just there; thick and limp, swinging gently between his built thighs when he walks and lying against them when he sits. It just looks so tasty.

So Derek takes him up into his room and is prepared to shut off the light and do his breathiest little moans so the guy can pretend he’s a little lady (cause he figures he isn’t out or something)

but then he kind of forgets to shut off the light because the guy has sunken to his knees and is pressing his face into Derek’s groin; taking deep inhales of the scent of his dick and scrabbles with the flimsy little garment to ruck it up so he can rub his cheek against Derek’s dark pubic hair.

And then he gets turned around by big, sure hands on his hips, and he’s just so flabbergasted by it all – goes with it and lets himself get handled; braces himself against the door he just walked through because his cheeks get thumbed apart and then there’s the guy’s breath again. Warm and intrusive tickling against his crack seconds before he feels a sure tongue dragging across his hole.

(At which point he forgets how he purposefully wanted to make breathy, little moans and just does them anyway. High and embarrassing as he goes on his tip toes and angles his ass out for the deep, intimate tonguing he’s receiving.)

There’s one large hand on his balls, cupping and squeezing them lovingly, and the other hand is still holding him open, just about managing to tickle his cunt with a thumb until he finally reaches back and spreads himself open for his customer, face and chest mashed against the door now and not caring one bit because now the tongue is joined by a thick, blunt finger that seems determined to find his ripe, unsatisfied prostate.

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Fuck yes!!! Eating him out till he’s a sobbing mess and leaving him without letting him come…

He probably fondles him, too. Big hand rolling Derek’s balls and squeezing his cock while he sucks lewd kisses into his perineum and hole; listening to Derek’s voice getting high and girly, more desperate the closer he gets to coming.

“Yeah, you’re a little slut. Screaming for cock, aren’t you? I knew it as soon as I saw you when I came to raze your family to the ground. Standing in your rooms with your tits already on display…”

And it didn’t matter how often Derek swore up and down that he was just in the process of changing when the warlord barged into his private chambers.

“You should be grateful that I still chose you and your sloppy hole. Could’ve had any of your sweet virgin sisters instead. But I got you, because I knew what a good lay you’d be. And you’re not disappointing, are ya?”

He pets Derek’s flank like he’s a horse and then sits up on his knees, hand curling around his thick, heavy cock and stripping it with sharp, almost punishing movements, lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarling grin as he stares at the wet gape of Derek’s hole. Spit slick and only for him.

He’ll get it even more sticky when he cums all over it; thick cream matting the dark hair in the boy’s crack. He gives him another parting slap on the ass, then rolls out of bed and leaves his whore like that – wanting and with his ass up and soiled in the air.

Gift for Morallydubiousfics

yooo I read Does it Worry You to Be Alone by @morallydubiousfics (again) and I was like ‘I wanna write something to this’ so I did without asking and if she doesn’t like it I put it down again :O but if she does I’ll post it to AO3 as well 🙂

also there’s formatting things in there because I’m too lazy rn to sort them out and do it right 😛

Tryin’ it

“No, no, no. He doesn’t like it like that. Go slower.”

Isaac’s groan quickly climbed into a high, pathetic whine. He squeezed his eyes shut and hunched over, forehead pressing against the Sheriff’s shoulder blades. He could feel the warm, sucking hole rippling around his cock at the kid’s angry lecturing and really, he just wanted to keep rabbit fucking into the man because this was heaven and the base of his cock already felt tender with the beginnings of a knot.

If Stiles was there, however, they all better do exactly how the little king wished because they wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Such a good, pretty Omega,” he mumbled, trying to calm the low, rumbling whine starting to vibrate beneath him just as much as his own racing blood.

He glanced over at Stiles but the kid was still glaring at him, skinny arms crossed over his chest as if he wasn’t tenting his little boy shorts with his cock.

“Dude, c’mon.”

Scott’s voice was starting to sound a little strained. His hips were hunching up into the fist he’d curled around his cock, feverish eyes locked on the Sheriff’s flushed face. Isaac could only imagine how the Omega’s slick lips were mouthing mindlessly at his own, salty skin.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Boyd practically cooed, knee walking a little closer to offer up his own cock for the Sheriff. It still was a jolt to the system to hear Boyd like that. Deep voice a soothing purr that the Omega followed in blind need, mouth open and welcoming for the big teen cock slowly inching inside.

Isaac could still feel the phantom pains in his lip from the day he decided making fun of Boyd would be a good idea, so he kept quiet and just murmured his own, mindless praise, knowing how well the Sheriff reacted to it.

As stoic and no-nonsense the man was in his job and outside of heat, as needy he seemed to be for the little reassurances when he was going out of his mind with need, sweaty back arching gorgeously to put his ass on the right height.

His rim looked pink and slick around Isaac’s dick when he finally managed to kneel back up again, staring down at the warm slit in dumb awe. He still couldn’t believe how good it felt. Always welcoming and creamy with slick; so sensitive to the touch, the whole big body shivered when they rubbed their rough teen fingers against it. Sweaty with nerves and eagerness to test whether the Omega was ready for them. Whether they were allowed to finally get him out of the last stitches of fabric to service him under the watchful gaze of his son.

“Fuck,” Derek murmured, and when Stiles glowered at him, he scowled and rumbled a rough, “Sorry” because if Stiles wasn’t allowed to swear, they weren’t as well. His big hands with those hairy knuckles were gentle as they rubbed along the broad back of their Omega. Made him keen against Boyd’s skin and nuzzle deeper into his crotch, mouth open and wet as he placed little thankful kisses against the big Alpha’s balls.

“Godda-” Derek stops himself just in time, but he still is almost trembling with urgency as his big hands grip the Sheriff’s sturdy hips and pull. “Get him on his back. I need to… I need…”

Isaac honest to fucking god sobs when his dick slips out of the warm clutch of the Sheriff’s body as he gets rearranged by Derek’s greedy hands, but it is drowned out by the Omega’s own cry of distress, low and wrecked and going right to the Alphas’ guts.

“Careful!!” Stiles hisses in alarm and suddenly he’s a lot closer because Scott can’t do his fucking duty and keep the little Alpha at bay. (Because he’s busy fucking his own fist at the sight of the big, sturdy Omega stretched out for their pleasure, practically glowing in the midst of his heat, the smell of his creamy slick making them all drunk with the need to breed him.)

“You’re okay, dad. He’ll be back in a sec, okay? Fill you up like you need.” He’s babbling, his little boy hands framing his dad’s scruffy, sweaty face. He’s pressing his forehead against his father’s, staring into glassy, feverish eyes and Isaac wonders wildly whether he can smell cum on his dad’s breath. Smell the cock he’s been nursing on just a second ago.

They’re all too out of it to pull Stiles away like they usually do. Isaac doesn’t give a fuck if the kid would rub his little dick all over the Sheriff’s face, to be honest. All he wants is to get back into the warm slit of his hole and fuck him deep and fast. Make him feel that he’s not alone like the past years. That he has Alphas that take excellent care of their pretty Omega, thankyouverymuch.

The Sheriff doesn’t look like he minds a lot as well, when his son keeps sitting there and stroking his hair even as Boyd and Derek close back in on him; one gently tapping his big cock against his panting mouth and flushed cheeks until he’s coordinated enough to suck him into his dreadfully empty mouth again, the other finally able to get his hands over the front of their Omega, fingers playing with the tight peaks of his nipples.

Derek is rumbling low in his throat – not even words, just a soothing growl that has the Sheriff answer with a ragged sound of need, his hairy thighs falling open wider around Isaac’s hips.

When he nudges back in and starts moving – slow, so fucking slow because if Stiles thinks they’re not doing it right, the little brat makes them all stop so he can check his father over with clumsy, concerned hands that make the Omega only more desperate – everything seems to relax again.

The Sheriff sighs and opens back up for botch cocks beautifully, eyes slits of satisfaction as both grateful holes suckle them in and hold them warm.

Derek is petting his chest and then his belly, not concave and creamy like they see from other Omegas in the advertising, but thick with trained muscle and a little furry, the hair on his navel getting sticky from his own cock lying there thick and hard and regretfully untouched until now.

Stiles just sits and stares, small mouth dropped open as he watches Derek bend down and press a loving kiss right on the tip of the Sheriff’s dick, a band of clear pre-cum stretching between his lower lip and the small slit as he pulls away to let Scott nuzzle in as well when the Alpha finally registers that his Stiles-watching-duty has fallen on the wayside.

The Sheriff is rumbling in satisfaction between all of them, stretched out and getting petted wherever their hands can reach and from what Isaac can see through the mating fog in his head, Stiles looks to be content with them for once, not bossing anyone around – just sitting next to his daddy’s head and mindlessly petting his short hair while he watches everyone doing their best to make his father stop hurting.

Isaac’s head falls back and he just ignores everyone for a bit as he fucks the Sheriff in painfully slow strokes, feeling the wet drag of his clutching insides along his cock, and it takes a little while for him to zone back in on what was happening around him. On how Boyd had taken to just scritching the Omega beneath his chin and crooning affectionate nonsense at him while Derek and Scott sit with their hands idly petting the Sheriff, as they sit and watch in hypnotic curiosity as… as…

Isaac comes to an abrupt halt, hips snuggled up to the welcoming V of the Sheriff’s thighs as he realizes what’s happening.

How the Sheriff’s kid has his little dick out of the fly of his shorts and is feeding it to his father. How the Omega makes low, hungry noises in the back of his throat like he’s sucking one of their Alpha cocks.

Isaac wonders if the Sheriff even realizes what he’s doing. How he lets his little Alpha son fuck across his tongue while he holds he fists his dad’s short hair and grits his teeth.

He looks like one of them when he’s fucking, Isaac realizes in a sudden burst of camaraderie. Stiles can fuck like one of the big ones, hips rolling as he feeds daddy his cock, and Isaac thinks smugly that obviously he’s learned from the best.

Still, the kid comes fast and messy as he pulls back with a spastic jerk of his hips and manages to slick his thin cum across his dad’s lips and chin.

Isaac is surprised and dismayed to realize while watching he knotted without even realizing it; the base of his dick fat and juicy and lodged tightly inside the Omega, filling him up with one of the most unsatisfying orgasms Isaac’s yet had. Leave it to the fucking brat to ruin even his orgasms. Still, feeling the Sheriff ripple around him and practically purring at the feeling of getting his belly warmed, is more than making up for it.

They’re moving again, slow and clumsy, eyes fixed on the mess on their Omega’s face until Scott bends slow and licks it away in broad stripes before kissing the Sheriff deep and desperate.

They wonder if he’ll even remember sucking his teenage son’s dick. Stiles looks dazed and has a stupid grin on his face. It feels like a dam might’ve been broken and Isaac wonders, as he bends down and starts suckling on the Omega’s puffy nipples, what the resulting flood might bring.