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Title: Calm Before the Storm (part 4 of The Forbidden Woods series)
Word Count: 15,623
Category: AU (omg so AU)
Disclaimer: I own nothing…yet…MUAHAHAHAHHA
Summary: Stiles is healing up and trying to figure out what’s going on with everything. He just wants life to be calm for one minute so he can get things straight. You should be careful what you wish for.
Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone for the support. Special thanks to Hyperwolf/Stereklove, Cadetpine, and haleofatime. I’m not fully happy with this one, but it’s done and I can move on to the next now. I promise it will be better.
I’m about a third of the way through the next fic in the Forbidden Woods Series. Taking place pretty much right after Season of the Wolf. Current word count is just shy of 6,000. I put a scene it there inspired by something Stereklove reblogged. Made me giggle.
I can’t wait to read!! Keep your eyes peeled guys! It’s gonna be awesome!
Title: Season of the Wolf Rating: PG-13 (language) Pairings/Characters: Derek/Stiles, Peter. Isaac, Scott/Allison, Lyidia/Jackson Spoilers: None Category: AU, it’s so going to be a collection of stories now Word Count: 12906 Summary: The people of Beacon Hills have always known they should stay away from the Forbidden Woods. That was where the Wolves lived. Everyone grew up hearing the legends of the Wolves and that the land belonged to them. The Season of the Wolf was when the Wolves ventured out of the woods to punish, claim, or seduce those who lived near them. Stiles never really thought much of the stories and he liked walking through the empty woods, having them to himself. He was about to find out how wrong he was…and that the Woods weren’t so empty.
Stiles is not surprised when Derek pushes him against yet another wall.
But when Derek’s hands slide under his t-shirt, grabbing his hips so hard he may have bruises tomorrow, Stiles understands this is completely different from their usual slam-against-walls conversations.
And holy shit, but his body is quickly responding. This is the most embarrassing moment ever to be a horny teenager, he decides as he starts getting hard.
Derek smirks, and the red of his eyes glint as his fingers stroke Stiles under his shirt very slowly, very careful, like he has done this a million times before and he knows Stiles’ body better than anyone else. And seriously, by anyone else, he means himself and usually his right hand (although sometimes he likes to use the left to spice things up a little bit).
As Derek strokes his way up to his chest, Stiles can’t believe how hard he’s gotten. And then Derek’s fingers twist his nipples and he stops thinking altogether. The pain is sudden and fast, but it only makes his cock jump inside his pants, wanting more.
“What- what are you doing?” He kind of squeals. A real manly squeal, okay.
“What do you think?” Derek growls against his ear.
And then he nips his way down Stiles’ hairline behind his ear to his throat and Stiles can feel Derek’s whole body rumbling against him and inexplicably, that’s the hottest thing he has ever experienced in his virgin life.
In the absence of rational thoughts, he has looped his fingers on Derek’s jeans to tug him closer. His legs are parted and he swears he has no idea how they have come to be like this; Stiles pinned against the wall by Derek’s feverish hot body, legs lifted and around the other man while they thrust and hump and oh my god, is Derek sucking a ginormous hickey on his neck?
“You’re mine,” Derek growls. And Stiles thinks he’s going to come for a moment. His whole body shudders, his toes curl inside his shoes, his spine arches and he presses his cock against Derek, wherever he can, far too gone to care anymore. Any part of Derek’s body is good enough for his cock.
“Mine,” Derek repeats, sucking harder on his neck. His hands travel down and grab his ass, lifting him further up while Stiles obediently slides his arms around his neck, head bend down seeking Derek’s mouth.
He has half of a second to think oh my god I’m actually about to kiss Derek Hale before they are kissing. And sure, Stiles can’t really compare, but he believes this must be the best kiss ever in the history of humankind. And lycanthropes. And if they are indeed not alone, in the history of the universe.
But then Derek starts to use his hands to move Stiles against his cock, and he stops thinking and starts thrusting. Derek guides him, increasing the pace and making Stiles openly whimper. The bastard.
His stubble leaves a trail of fire as he bites his bottom lip, and then his chin, his neck, his collarbone…, and Stiles can’t hold himself back any longer. He lets go a strangled moan and comes in his pants.
His body is suddenly boneless, and as Derek holds him against the wall, Stiles thinks coming in my pants, such a cliche and would it be inappropriate to high five now? But then Derek speaks and his mind goes blank.
“Now I fuck you,” Derek grunts, and he sounds content. “So everyone else knows you belong to me.”