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.

“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.

aaaah your newest stuff is amazeballs!! maybe instead of war-prize!derek, we get well-trained slutty concubine!derek who is all too eager to serve dark warlord!sherrif, his loyal lieutenants, the other warlords he wants to make alliances with, the list goes on and on and Derek loves it all~~~ your writing is the best!!!

you’re too kind ❤

I can aaaabsolutely see that. Derek being pouty and slinking around the bedchamber because he hasn’t had new jewelry to show off for at least a month; and it’s not as fun to sit on the laps of his master’s most trusted soldiers when he can’t make them fondle the new dainty chains he has slung around his genitals; or bend over and show them how the large jewel of the necklace he put around his hips is sitting tantalizingly in his asscrack.

He likes slinking in when his master is planning a new raid and be slutty and catty until he gets spanked across the broad lap and gets roughly stuffed with a few fingers front and back so he’ll keep quiet.

Afterwards, he’ll get spread out across the map and he helpfully holds his legs up and out of the way to show off his goods and let them have unhindered access.

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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.

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.

Can you write a short about camboy Derek? I’ve been thinking about Derek making his money buy playing with his hairy body for hundreds on people online and they have all of these requests for him and he might be hesitant to do them at first but he needs the money. Maybe you can throw in that Peter or some of the pack are the ones watching his little shows online and getting off to it and snickering the next time they see him because they’ve seen his fucked open hole

It had been very tricky the first few weeks because Derek was near broke and had to make do using the camera on his laptop. It had been awkward because he in himself was awkward and that didn’t make it easier to try and read the chat scrolling by what with his ass towards the laptop, spreading his cheeks for them to peruse his hole.

He’d been a little stunned as to how quickly he’s amassed enough money to buy a proper camera. One he could put at the bottom of the bed so he could put the laptop in front of himself and watch not only the chat but also his own video next to it as he moved and obeyed hundreds of unseen masters.

It always embarrassed him to get naked for them; to hold his cock and balls up when the paying customer asked for it and present it to the camera for their benefit; or when he was asked to play with his nipples and show them how his dick flexed against his belly. Big and ruddy and so needy for a touch that he willingly denied himself.

It was embarrassing, yes, but he loved it. He loved when he was cowering on all fours and spreading his cheeks wide and read in the chat how some were praising him while others were talking about how hairy his crack was.

Cant fukgn see ur cunt, boy. do smth

And he had to hide his face in the crook of his arm as he pushed the dark hair to the side, ears burning as he imagined a dark voice saying it to him. Nobody in particular – just a faceless man that made fun of him even though both knew how much he liked Derek’s big, furry body. Loved how warm and humid it always was in the thicket just behind his balls.

He didn’t know any of the people in the chat, which was all the better. They had strange usernames that he vaguely remembered if they were usuals, even though he had a habit of just looking out for someone in particular who called himself Peter. And of course it wasn’t his Peter. Of course it wasn’t, but….

It made Derek tingly and nervous inside, thinking that people that knew him were watching as he brushed hair aside so the dusky, sensitive furl of his hole was revealed. He liked to fantasize about the pack knowing how he looked when he gently finger fucked it and pushed his balls back with the other hand so the camera could show everybody how full his sack was; how plump and heavy with cum.

The knowing looks his Uncle sent him whenever they met… he surely was just imagining them.

So glad to see you’re back with more dirty filthy porn for us! xD I can’t help thinking, about where you left that last slutty!Derek ficlet off, with the cops getting there and he’s all covered in come and piss and dazed and still wants more… what sort of self-respecting cop could resist that?? ^_^ maybe the Sheriff is on duty that night, and he ends up bringing Derek back to the station and passing him around, rewarding his deputies by bending Derek over their desks and letting them at him…

I don’t even know how they would transport him, honestly. Maybe wrangle him into a soiled jock they find hanging on the edge of a cabinet for appearances sake. They have to mostly carry him while he’s blearily offering them fucks. By the time they maneuver him into the back of the car, he’s flat out begging for cocks. lies back on the seats and spreads his legs; shows them the matted fuzz between his cheeks where a mess of piss and pre-cum has made him sticky.

They probably almost kill themselves driving back to the station with Derek in the back sucking on his fingers and then stuffing his hole, that ridiculously soft high voice broken and rough. On the verge of sobbing because he’s not getting the cock he’s been begging for all night.

(and in the station they don’t even lift their eyebrows anymore. They probably just sigh in relief and let their hands fall to their belts, mumbling ‘finally’. So fucking ready for that greedy slut to beg for the privilege to have half the Sheriff station fuck him with whatever they can find lying around)

Slutty!Derek, who gets so desperate that he starts to sell himself. Rents himself out for parties where groups of people can use him as much as they like. Ends up covered in cum and slick and piss and anything else the group wants. And he just gets so blissed out on it, getting so loud if no one is using his mouth that the cops have been called multiple times.

yesssss

like Derek is just driving around town restlessly, sniffing out all frat parties and highschool parties like the cockhound he is.

The poor unsuspecting teens don’t even know how it happens; one minute Derek is there prowling between them with glassy eyes and an erection tenting his jeans and the next he’s kneeling on the coffee table with a mustache of cum from where one of the drunken dudebros wiped his cock with a stupid giggle.

They couldn’t even begin to describe how that shit happens; least of all Derek who’s just delirious with need. vying for cock to stuff him, and so ridiculously, pathetically thankful when the boys slap their dicks against his cunt or his cheeks and call him names.

His ass gets slapped and the cheeks pressed together so they can fuck into that warm, hairy valley and Derek practically cries with how good it is to have cock rubbing against his hole even if it is not nearly enough to scratch that itch deep in his belly.

He never even realizes how badly he needs some pussy until one of the girls lifts her skirt and puts one foot on the coffee table. Lets him have a good look of her candy red cunt before she smears it across his mouth and nose. Makes him drown in her smell until he feels light headed from lack of oxygen.

He licks and licks and lets her fist his hair and tell him how useless he is at eating cunt – nods in agreement and thanks her profusely, mumbling it against the puffy lips of her pussy until she bucks unto his stubbly chin and comes almost violently.

When the boys hook fingers in his puffy hole with all that dark, crisp, fuzzy hair surrounding it, telling him they need to clean him out before they even consider fucking him, he just goes along, nodding violently and so understanding of their antics and blatant disregard of him as a person.

Fucking blooms under their rude handling of him. Angles his ass for their piss to keep as much as possible inside of him when they start filling him up.

Doesn’t even know how loud he keens or hears the mad scramble of teens around him when the police arrives to investigate the ruckus, or the leering grin of the dispatch finding him in the middle of the devastated living room.

“You again…”

Love the slutty Derek and Parrish. Though, I think Parrish deserves some dicking, too. Not from Derek, but from there daddies, of course. Them being Chris and sheriff. Both the boys getting fucked while watching the other.

yasss… those boys staring at each other with big puppy dog eyes as they get bounced on thick daddy cock. Marveling at how slutty they are. wet, needy mouths dropping open in shocked pleasure when their prostates get nudged by blunt cocks.

I bet Parrish would be so shy next to Derek’s eager lewdness. Hands shielding his plump cock behind the panties Chris made him wear and pulled just about to the side so he would be able to slide his cock into his boy’s pussy; while Derek has his furry thighs spread wide; gives everybody who wants to look an eye full of his stuffed, hairy hole and the way his cock bounces and slaps against his belly.

If he could, he’d suckle on his own tits. As it is, he massages and squeezes them. Makes Chris bark out a sharp laugh and comment on how they should fuck those pretty tits next time. The Sheriff groaning and sucking on Derek’s earlobe; mumbling all the sweet stuff like “you’d like that sweetheart? Let daddy do that to you?”

And Parrish would be so hot for it. Staring at Derek, mouth open and soft; sucking on his own fingers because he feels so needy and empty without. listens as Derek’s high, soft voice gets even higher and more breathy as he assents enthusiastically.

Maybe it’s then that Chris curls his arms around him from behind. Big hands rubbing across his belly and up to his chest; practically petting his nipples. Calling him a pretty, little boy. Such a darling sweetheart.

How about some Jordan/Derek to talk about? That pairing needs so much more love.

so usually with Jordan I’m like ‘this boy is the sluttiest bottom ever omg’ except for when he’s in conjunction with Derek? Because holy shit I can’t get over the thought of Derek’s hairy hole speared on a dick; him probably tweaking all mean at his own nipples because he needs so much fucking attention and two hands are just not doing it.

I bet Jordan would be just hanging on for dear life. Just lying there and whimpering through Derek taking what he needs, hands fisting in the bedsheets and trying so hard not to nut off prematurely. Especially when Derek is sitting with his back to him and lifts up every now and then; lets Jordan see how his flushed, swollen rim looks pulsing around cock. How he gapes when he pulls off until it’s just about mouthing at the shiny head of Jordan’s cock.

I also feel like Derek would be mumbling about what a slut he is. A disgusting whore, so hungry for cock all the time. Rubs his bearded face against Jordan’s cheek and whispers in that high, soft voice about how he fantasizes about strangers coming up to him in the supermarket and making him take it next to the dairy products.

His big, neglected cock so hard, slapping against Jordan’s abs harder and harder, the more excited Derek gets, bouncing on his boyfriend’s dick.

When Jordan comes, too soon, way too soon because Derek just overloads his brain, Derek scrambles off and desperately nurses on his dick; tries to get every little drop of cum while he’s so hard, he’s nearly crying.

Jordan always needs to jerk him off with a fleshlight. Derek scratching at his hairy tits and straining to fuck up into the toy while Jordan can just watch and blush.

When Derek isn’t a nasty whore, they’re so cute though. Sitting around in knitted sweaters and being sweethearts.