Prey [Smut/Kink - unter freiem Himmel - fürs Team]

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Team: Drache

Challenge: Smut/Kink - unter freiem Himmel (fürs Team)

Titel: Prey

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Charaktere: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Sterek

Wörter: 608 Wörter

Anmerkung: dieses Mal ist es wirklich explizit und nicht nur angedeutet.

Sprache: Englisch

His breath came fast and erratic as he was running through the woods, jumping over branches and holes in the ground. Stiles turned his head around, looking for his follower, but he couldn’t see him. His heart started pounding faster as he heard a noise in front of him. He turned around and came to a stop, almost falling over.

A black wolf was standing right in front of him, his blue eyes watching him.

Slowly Stiles took a few steps backwards, then turned around quickly to run away again but his way was blocked. Now there was a man in front of him. A very naked man. With piercing blue eyes.

“Please,” he whispered but was already tackled back. Stiles’ world tilted upside down and he landed on the ground. It didn’t hurt at all. Derek must have held on to him before he hit the ground. Still, it had happened so quickly that Stiles was disoriented for a second anyway. He realized what was happening when Derek came really close to his neck and breathed his scent in.

Stiles let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding, but not out of fear, out of excitement.

“Derek,” he whispered.

“Sssh,” Derek ordered and let his clawed finger run over Stiles’ cheek. “You’re mine now. I’ve got you.”

Stiles swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch at those words.

He was breathing hard as Derek moved his finger over his neck, down towards his chest. He couldn’t see it but he heard a ripping noise and felt the cold night air dance over his now bare chest, his t-shirt now in shreds. Soon after he felt Derek’s hand, his claws. Derek was careful not to cut him but Stiles could clearly feel the claws pressing into his skin.

And then something wet. Stiles looked down. Derek was licking him. Marking him. He couldn’t help but arch up towards him, his body reacting. He let out a little groan which got louder as Derek moved closer to his nipples. “Fuck,” he whispered.

Derek kept going for a while, Stiles’ cock getting harder and harder during the touching, but then pulled back. Stiles let out a little pathetic whine but as he noticed that Derek was pulling his pants off, Stiles was eager to help him. Soon he lay naked on the ground, only his shredded t-shirt around his body now.

Stiles saw out of the corner of his eye how Derek got the sachet of lube out of his pants pockets. His excitement even grew. “Derek, please,” he murmured, almost desperate now.

Derek was over him so quickly that Stiles literally startled. He pressed a hand over his mouth. “Shut up. You’re mine. I decide what’s happening here.”

Derek’s grip was so tight that Stiles couldn’t move. He could just look up into the night sky, watch the stars sparkle on the dark surface. It was exhilarating, being under someone’s mercy like that. Derek forced his way between his legs and then he pushed into Stiles. Stiles gasped, pushing against him. Derek was gentle, slow, making sure Stiles had time to adjust to his length.

Stiles moaned softly, the sound muffled by Derek’s hand over his mouth.

“You’re mine,” Derek repeated and started to fuck him. He used long hard strokes, ramming Stiles into the hard floor of the woods.

Stiles welcomed the pain, welcomed the roughness of this act. He loved to feel wanted and this raw affection made him feel wanted like nothing else did. Derek hunting him, making him his own, claiming him as his prey.

Stiles stared up at the sky and washed in the satisfied noises that Derek let out.

Derek wanted him.

Stiles’ pleasure grew and he could feel Derek’s as well, could feel his dick vibrating inside of him. And he could hear his little animalistic growls which Stiles loved so much. He jerked up when Derek hit his prostate and he let out a muffled scream. Over and over until Derek tensed, spilling inside of him.

Then Stiles let out a little pathetic whimper, being left in the middle of his pleasure. His body was desperate but Stiles felt amazing. He felt wanted. Loved.

Derek slowly pulled back, his hand first, then he pulled out of him. “Was that what you wanted?” he asked.

Stiles nodded, still a little breathless. “That was fucking amazing.”

“And I know we talked before and you didn’t want - but are you sure I can’t do anything for you?”

Stiles shook his head. “No, this is perfect.”

Derek lay down next to him and wrapped his arms and legs around Stiles’ body. Then he kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Stiles.”

Stiles pulled his gaze away from the stars and tilted his head toward Derek. “I love you, too, my hot werewolf boyfriend.”