A Reality with Many Stiles

by LucielDark

Summary:

Wanting to stop thinking about "what could have been" if he had stopped trying to hook up with Lydia and instead hooked up with all the other attractive men he ever met, Stiles begins writing down all the fantasies he ever dreamed of having with the men in the pack. However, he wrote all that in a magical book that would make him live out each of those fantasies in his "dreamscape", enjoying a reality with a much better style(s).

1. "Prologue"
2. “His Return” (First Half)
3. “His Return” (Second Half)

Chapter 1: "Prologue"

This fine piece of literature shares the story of the heartbreaking life of Stiles Stilinski, a man who didn't have the most merciful destiny. Losing his mother at such a young age was certainly a tragic event that left a scar on him, particularly because of how she perished in front of him. After that devastating event, Stiles's father became a broken man who was so dependent on booze. But at least Stiles had a good friend who kept him from sinking into the deeps of trauma and sorrow.

 

The two of them comforted each other so they wouldn't feel so alone and vulnerable in a world full of ruthless individuals. As the years passed, the lives of these two friends became busier and thrilling, in a good and bad way. Sure, numerous memories from their youth made them grin from time to time, but upon entering the supernatural world, these sweet moments of happiness and peace came with less frequency. Now, there was a lot to fear, a lot to love, and a lot more to cry about.

 

Living through the most ominous and dangerous adventures made it more difficult for Stiles to sleep peacefully every night. However, these experiences also allowed Stiles and his best friend to meet all kinds of people, from malevolent beings who wanted to kill them, to problematic individuals who wanted to kill them but then became their allies. Stiles and Scott's social circle kept expanding until they had enough friends to organize a big party to celebrate their survival.

 

They won and lost some things, and other stuff got worse or better. Stiles' father went from being an alcoholic to just being addicted to the junk food his son wouldn't let him eat. Stiles's best friend became a benevolent leader who somehow became stronger and more gullible… like a himbo, so it wasn't that bad. The best thing that improved in those years was that Stiles finally moved on from that pretty and smart redhead to date that handsome Sourwolf, who was emotionally constipated.

 

Derek Hale wasn't the most social wolf in the forest, but at least he knew how to speak several languages, including eyebrow language. Many would believe that Stiles wouldn't have a chance at hooking up with the Sourwolf because they were complete opposites. However, in a perfect world, this antisocial werewolf would realize that he needed that sarcastic human who sometimes didn't know how to keep quiet. It is also known that people often find their "other half" in the people who are the "opposite" of what they are. 

 

After having saved each other multiple times, the two of them started to accept that there were some feelings that they felt for each other. So, without wanting to continue denying those feelings, Stiles and Derek finally gave in and allowed themselves to be happy. Nowadays, the relationship that Stiles had with his father was at its best, and despite having some arguments with Scott from time to time, the two of them always ended up returning to being best buddies. 

 

And let's not even start with the beautiful relationship the human with moles had with the Sourwolf. The couple was close to getting married and having a child that they planned to name Eli Hale. But now, if Stiles's whole life seems to be perfect, why was it said in the beginning that this was the story of Stiles Stilinski's miserable life? Well, because this whole dream life was going to take a nasty turn. Using sorcery, the pack's supernatural detective got pregnant with Derek's child.

 

However, one god-awful day… Stiles caught Derek cheating on him with a female mercenary (For some nonsensical reason). All of his friends, except for the sociopath Peter Hale, started hating him (For some nonsensical reason x2). His father disowned him and wished him dead (For some nonsensical reason x3). And his supposed best friend exiled him from Beacon Hills... Oh, and he also had a miscarriage (Just to make this whole shit more tragic and for some nonsensical reason x4).

 

All that was extremely dramatic and painful for Stiles, who had to move on with his life and never return to Beacon Hills. However, Stiles would return to this town in the future, looking stronger and somehow hotter than ever. He was supposed to return for work reasons because he was now the best hunter in the world, although the truth is that the real reason he returned was for revenge and to show Derek what he missed by cheating on him. 

 

In some stupid way, Derek would return to be Stiles’ husband, Scott would die horribly, and Peter would be declared Stiles’ best ally because he is the sassy aunt. But just as Stiles was about to marry his beloved werewolf with a nice ass, he woke up in a padded room at Eichen House. The young Stilinski boy had been there ever since he lost his mind over the death of his best friend, Scott McCall. It happened during a night when Stiles went to Scott's house to convince him to go together to look for a woman's body. 

 

While in the woods, Scott was killed by a wolf, which left his best friend devastated. Such was the trauma of having lost his best friend and feeling so guilty about it that Stiles fell into complete insanity and had to be put in a mental hospital. He spent the next months there, all alone, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. While resting there, Stiles imagined a life where his best friend wasn't killed by a wolf but instead turned into a werewolf, and they had supernatural adventures together.

 

All of that sounds too depressing and too crazy to be true, but the good thing is that none of what was told above was true, but it was made to fulfill a relevant point, even if it didn't seem so. In any case, what was this story really about? Well, it is precisely about the sad life of Stiles Stilinski. But we don't need to make other characters hate that one character just for the sake of giving him a sad backstory, nor do we need to make other characters more hateful to make him more likable. 

 

Something important that everyone must remember is that not everything is supposed to be that dramatic. Not everything has to scream sadness, pain, and anger. Sometimes, it could be a little bit different, like the old story of a young man who suffered from disappointment in silence. That feeling made this young man feel so strange about himself because he didn't understand why he felt so unhappy even after having fulfilled his dream of working for the FBI. 

 

Knowing that this man was Stiles Stilinski, it is then that we wonder what exactly was tormenting him. The real truth was that everything that had been told from the beginning accurately described the life of the young Stiles; nonetheless, the lies began in the sentence that said that Stiles had stopped chasing after Lydia to instead go and date that beast of a man that was Derek Hale. But the pain that gives meaning to this miserable story is not that anything dramatically sad or tragic had happened.

 

He and Lydia indeed broke up, but in the end, everyone was alive, and no unnecessary deaths occurred. The whole pack reached that happy ending they had longed for. Now, everyone could live as peacefully as possible in a world where evil would never disappear, but neither would good. All of Stiles' friends continued their lives, enjoying a more or less normal reality and living very happily. But for others, this happy ending was just a sad disappointment, a sad reality… sad in many styles.

 

“My best friend Scott… he is awesome. I miss him, and I love him so much, but there are times when… when I remember the things he did… and feel like I hate him.” Another day, another therapy session with his trusted therapist. It wasn't easy for him to say things like this, not because he was afraid this therapist would break the promise of confidentiality, but because it was hard for Stiles to admit to himself that he hated his best friend and, at the same time, that he loved him.

 

“What kind of things did your best friend do that made you feel like that?” The therapist asks, making Stiles take a long moment to answer, not sure what information he should share. “Well… some of the things he did… he made out with my crush, Lydia, in the coach’s office, and I’m pretty sure they fucked there… he also made out with my ex-girlfriend, Malia, and Im also sure as hell that he fucked her in the shower…”

 

“Come to think of it, he's kissed and fucked a lot of girls... but I guess that's because he always has been the hot girl that everyone wants... and I have to admit that I want him too.” Something else that was difficult to admit but had to be said because this was the perfect moment to confess all his thoughts that he could never share with anyone else. “So, do you actually feel some sort of romantic or sexual attraction to your best friend, or are you just joking?”

 

“No, I'm not… I'm not kidding; I consider myself bisexual. It’s not possible to be completely straight when I’m surrounded by so many attractive men… Scott, Derek, Peter, just to name a few of the men I know that I would love to kiss… but I never will.” Stiles confessed while still keeping his gaze up, staring at the white ceiling of the therapist’s office. This therapist was writing down certain relevant details in a notebook and continued with the questions.

 

“What makes you think and say that? Are they straight, or are they in a romantic relationship with someone else?” There were times when Stiles doubted if Scott didn’t feel some sort of curiosity about trying something with a man. Remembering better, his best buddy once secretly asked him if they could kiss, just to get rid of his curiosity, but Stiles refused. Right now, he was feeling like an idiot for not having taken the opportunity to taste those plump, juicy lips.

 

“Scotty got back with Allison, his first girlfriend. Derek had a kid with someone nobody knows, and I don’t think he has feelings for me. I mean, we had some strong sexual tension between us several times before… but it never came to anything… and I’m very disappointed in that.” Stiles had feelings for several of his old pack buddies in secret. He had fallen in love with Lydia, but also with Scott, Derek, and many other boys in the pack as well.

 

It was impossible for Stiles not to picture himself kissing Isaac’s pink lips while touching those blond curls, or to picture himself letting an “experienced” man like Chris Argent or Peter Hale teach him a thing or two about sex. Even though he hated Theo with all his being, there were times when he imagined him closing the distance between their lips and joining them in a heated kiss and then hate-fuck him. Of course, there were times when Stiles imagined himself fucking Liam, but with this one being of legal age. 

 

Stiles saw some recent pictures of that beta with anger issues, and boy, he was hairy and looking gorgeous. But the worst part was how, at times, he felt attracted to his own father, which made Stiles feel disgusted with himself. He felt many things at many times for many people, but he never got to have anything with any of them. The woman he worked so hard to get broke up with him. Scott was about to marry Allison, Derek was happy with his son, and maybe he would find another mother for Eli.

 

The sarcastic human could try to ask Peter if the two of them could date, but that skank would probably tell Stiles that he would have to turn into his beta in exchange for going out with him. “I fulfilled my dream of working for the FBI, but still can't help but feel so empty… and I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I tried to meet new people, but I still couldn't stop thinking about… them… And I don't know if I wish I told Scott or Derek that I wanted to try dating them or…”

 

“Or What, Stiles?” Asked the therapist, staring at this young man, waiting for him to reveal what else he thought he wished he had done before. “Or if I wished something else than a mere love relationship happened… maybe I just wanted to fulfill all the… all the “fantasies” that I had with them. Call me ambitious, but I wanted to try to have my way with each one of those handsome guys…  now I think I dated the wrong people… Malia and Lydia weren't for me…”

 

“And sometimes I feel bad for thinking that I'm not wishing for love and that I'm actually wishing for some lustful encounter with my past friends… But I guess it would be silly to feel bad because I couldn't have sex with someone before, right?” The man with moles and ADH asked, turning around to see where his therapist was sitting, wanting to know what they thought about this. He also wanted to know so badly what this older person was writing in the notebook. 

 

“I think that what is bothering you is that you feel like you lost your time trying to be with those girls when you could have tried to see if maybe Scott or Derek or literally any other man could be better for you.” The patient listened carefully to what the therapist was telling him, paying attention to each word. “Now you feel like it's too late, and maybe at some point you thought that there was no use thinking about it, as there was no way any of them would want you.”

 

“But then you started to wonder if any of them actually wanted to try dating you… Maybe Derek wanted, maybe Scott at some point wanted. You constantly think about that every night, and that's exactly what's keeping you from sleeping, or am I wrong?” This therapist was good, and there was no doubt about it. The session ended a few moments after that, and Stiles left without knowing what to think about next. 

 

He went to his apartment without a single thought in his head, with his mind going on autopilot while he was driving, but at least he didn't crash the car into something or someone. Not thinking about anything was something surprisingly good for him, as he always tried to focus on his work, but his mind always took him somewhere else. He thought about him returning to Beacon Hills to see if he could find Scott or Derek there and maybe fuck them for days until his dick fell off. 

 

It was clear as the water that he was so touch-starved, and he hadn't fuck with anyone since he broke up with Lydia. The most obvious thing Stiles could do was to go to a bar and see if he could catch the attention of some nice girl or guy. He was no longer that scrawny teen without muscles… he was still skinny, but he knew he wasn't ugly, he never was. Even before, some people considered him an attractive dude worthy of love and all that shit that he craved so badly now.

 

Stiles yearned for those euphoric sensations that could only be achieved through sex, drugs, and maybe murder. Sure, not everything in life was sex, but Stiles needed to feel some human affection. He had a lot of work, so as soon as he arrived at his home, he started to work on that, doing some documents and some research for some cases. But when he was done with the work and had some free time, he didn't know what to do. Would it be okay to call his best friend Scotty? It surely would be completely fine.

 

But what if Scott talked to him about how he was thinking of marrying Allison and having a child with her… for some reason, Stiles was sure that as soon as he heard that, he was going to cry. The same thing would happen with Derek because as soon as he heard about him dating another woman and having another child, so that Eli could have a sibling, he was going to cry his eyeballs out. Why was he feeling so sensitive about it? Well, he kinda knew why.

 

What he really wanted to know was how he could stop feeling like this. It was this type of scenario that one could portray the kind of loneliness that many people went through, and it was so common that everyone considered it normal. There were times, maybe when he was showering or cooking, that Stiles felt like a failure for not having gotten the girl he liked after spending so many years trying to win her over. He felt so bad about that, for not just leaving her and falling in love with someone else.

 

He tried to do what so many others told him: life isn't all about romantic love, and there were other fun things to do. Well, he already got his dream job... Now what? No matter what happened, he was one of those lonely men who craved love so badly and didn't do anything bad to deserve to be alone. He wasn't a rapist, a misogynist, or a slightly evil person; he was just a normal man who wanted someone to give him the same amount of love that he was willing to give. 

 

He could date someone from this city and try to find love, but no matter what he did, he felt like he couldn't. They told him to get over the past, to get over it all, but it was impossible, not when he remembered everything he had with those other people... or what he could have had. Could he possibly have something better? A better relationship than the one he had with his friends from Beacon Hills? Something similar? Maybe so, but Stiles wouldn't be able to let it go. 

 

There was no one to blame, no one to hate… but himself. That was what Stiles did at first: to hate himself for not noticing that his love dreams with Lydia were not going to come through. Then he realized that he couldn't keep living like that, that he had to move on from his past regrets and past desires. One thing he thought would help him let go of those "what could have been" thoughts was to write his fantasies in a book and then burn said book in a fire. 

 

It was one of those "symbolic" exercises like burning all the things your ex gave you so you could get over them more easily. After reading a lot of romance, hurt-comfort, angst, and tons of smut fanfics, Stiles thought about writing those fantasies in that fanfic format. Instead of writing about fictional characters, he would write about his hot friends that he had thought about hooking up with before. Yes, they weren't fictional... They were real people. 

 

And since Stiles thought it would still be awkward to write about him having sex with the werewolf Adonis of Beacon Hills, who was Derek Hale, he decided to make a slight change to his "fanfic" plan so he wouldn't feel so bad for doing this. Instead of writing, "Stiles fucked Derek," he was going to write, “Styles fucked Derek”. “Styles” is a character he created based on another character he saw in a movie called "Ponyboi." The character in that movie looks a lot like him, only with a beard and a drug dealer appearance.

 

And he also had an attitude that Stiles thought represented his lustful desire to be a toxic dominant top who would take the other studs' asses and fuck them hard until their assholes were burning. So, the drug dealer style, the sexy beard, and the strong, powerful, masculine personality were characteristics that Stiles had in mind for the creation of "Styles." Yeah, he just changed one letter of his original name, which wasn't his real name, tho. 

 

It didn't matter about the name because once Stiles finished writing all these fantasies in that book, he would burn it and then move on with his life. That was the goal, and to start to detach himself from those thoughts that didn't let him move forward with his life, he was going to write his first “erotic fanfiction” using this character that was going to ravage the hell out of Derek and Peter Hale's asses. It took a lot of time to finish this first story because Stilinski got a little… VERY carried away.

 

He wrote everything in a more long and detailed way, paying attention to every single detail of how he imagined this fantasy would be. Something Stiles didn't pay attention to was how, as he wrote, the yellow stars on the purple cover of the book were glowing with a bright golden light. Still, it wouldn't be easy to notice this when he was writing at his study desk, with the room lights off and only using the light from the desk lamp that was pointing directly at the book he was writing in. 

 

The light from said lamp covered the light coming out of the book cover, and he was writing with the book completely open. After a couple of hours, Stiles wrote what he wanted to write, and the fanfic that turned out to be more explicit than he planned was finished. He wanted to continue writing all night, but he had to work the next day, and he couldn't keep staying up late. Maybe it was because of having written all that, or maybe it was because of something else, but Stiles quickly fell into a deep sleep without a problem.

 

He didn't stay awake thinking about how sorry he was for not trying to have a romance with some werewolf. It was like writing that dirty story in the book helped him vent, and if he continued writing in it, it would surely help him get rid of any thoughts that made him keep thinking about "what could have been." However, on that same night, something very special happened, and it had to do with Stiles writing that story in that specific book. 

 

What was so special about that book besides the fact that it had a cool cover with shining yellow stars? Well, the book that Stiles found at Deaton's vet and accidentally took with him was a magical one that belonged to a witch. It turns out that whatever was written in that magical book would come true in your “dreamscape”. So, when Stiles fell asleep, he started having a dream where he was "Styles." He couldn't control what “Styles” was doing; it was more like watching a first-person movie.

 

A movie where he not only saw what was happening through “Styles's” eyes, but he also “felt” what was happening. This whole thing started as something very weird for Stiles, and he couldn't believe that the fantasy he wrote was about to come true in his dream. Everything was going to come true, and nothing was going to interrupt it because the dream was only going to end when the fantasy he wrote ended. Time for a story of reality with a different style(s)

Chapter 2: "His Return" (First Half)

Summary:

The story Stiles wrote in the magical book came to life in his dream. He became a spectator, watching everything from the vision of his dream version, Styles Stylinski, but when the scene changed to where this version wasn't present, Stiles could still see, as if he were an omniscient narrator, what the perverted Hales got up to when they were alone.

Notes:

Just when I was coming back with all the motivation to bring you all more quality gay smut work, I ended up getting sick. Still, since I promised the next part would be coming soon, I decided to work on it anyway, even though I felt terrible. I think it’s all because I tried to force myself to write even though I was sick that I feel like I didn’t do such a good job with the Hales smut scene. I really hope you’ll forgive me, but I think I’ll have to take a little break to recover before coming up with the next part where the Stiles/Styles smut scene with the Hales will be, so please bear with me and keep an eye on what I do. I swear I’ll try to recover to work on the next part because I really want to save you from the bad Sterek/Steter smut.

Stiles wrote a fantasy, an extremely perverted one. This smart and funny detective was tired and needed to sleep, so he went to his room and put on some shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt. It was a hot night, and it would only get hotter when he fell asleep. This time, it didn't take long for Stiles to pass out on his bed as the moment he was comfortable in his soft sleeping place, his eyes closed, and he felt so relaxed, it took very little time for him to enter his dream world.

 

That's when that magical book, which was kept in a drawer, began to glow with magical golden lights again. The power of that book would cause the man who wrote on its pages to have a dream based on what he had written. In other words, the sexual fantasy that Stiles had written in that book would become the plot of his dream tonight. And he was going to see it all through the eyes of the character he created to be the protagonist of said erotic story, who would also be the protagonist in this "wet dream ". 

 

Styles , the made-up character who was an alternative version of the real Stiles, drove the car without a problem, seeing everything like nothing was out of the ordinary, but the real Stiles, who was a spectator of this dream , saw his surroundings blurry. The houses, the trees, and even the inside of the car looked somewhat blurry, and not only that but the people who were outside doing everyday things like walking their dogs or walking somewhere had no faces. 

 

This didn't seem strange to Styles at all, and he calmly drove to the veterinary clinic where the alpha and veterinarian, Scott McCall, worked. Styles's best friend welcomed him with open arms and a big smile on his lips. Scotty was so excited to see his brother from another mother standing in front of him, having returned to the city where he was born. Such was his happiness that he promised him that he would gather the pack at his house to have a small party that night so they would celebrate his return.

 

However, at that moment, Scott couldn't talk with his best friend because he had work to do. This did not upset Styles , as he knew that his friend had to work and that he also arrived without warning that he was going to return to “Bacon Hills”. That is why he told him not to worry, to finish doing what he had to do, and that they would see each other later since he was going to visit the other members of the pack that he was so eager to see after a long time. 

 

Scott told him that the other pack members were doing their own thing, but something that caught Styles' full attention was Scott mentioning how Peter and Derek now lived together in a nice house not too far from there. The human asked his alpha vet friend to share the address of those two Dilfs with him, and when Scotty did that, Styles said goodbye to him and left the place to then get inside his car. He was going to visit the Hales to have "a friendly chat" with those werewolves.

 

Although, why would Styles want to go see those two traumatized werewolves? Welp, because he thought it would be fun to visit them now that he was back and looking more daddy than ever. Not only had he grown facial hair, but he had also gained more muscle. In other words, he was hotter than ever, so much so that any married person would want to leave their partner and get pregnant by Styles without requiring him to pay child support for the babies.

 

You might think this is an exaggeration, but the truth is that there were a lot of people ready to line up for that BWC. And no, with “BWC,” I don't mean the Biological Weapons Convention, but it is also very important. However, what made Styles so alluring was probably the new aura he gave off, making anyone drop their panties the moment they saw him. It could be his amazing physique, or maybe it could be that right amount of body hair he now had, although surely it would be the cocky attitude.

 

He developed that confidence after hooking up with so many people since he left “Bacon Hills”. You could say that he is a huge stud whore, fucking every hole so roughly like a good "Toxic Dom Top" would, but at least Styles fully identifies as a bisexual man. He wasn't some delusional guy who would still call himself “Straight” even after fucking man's ass. But leaving that aside, you should know that Styles doesn't have an “Extra Extra Big” cock... just an “Extra Big” one. 

 

Even when he was inexperienced, he wasn't too bad at sex, but as he went from bed to bed, he quickly learned how to use every inch of his "Bitch-Breaker" to its full potential. And sure, Styles wasn't as ripped as someone who works out every day of the week and uses steroids. But hey, at least he no longer looks like a fucking twink with no meat on his ass. But even back when he didn't have any meat back there, he was already carrying that tremendous package that would make many werewolves drool. 

 

It was the old story of the wolf who, despite liking bones, preferred to eat a juicy and tasty piece of meat. The owner of said delicious piece of meat would be Styles , and the wolves who wanted to eat said meat would be those two werewolves that Styles was going to visit right now. Derek and Peter Hale had known for a long time that this young human had a big package, almost as big as his sense of sarcasm, but they didn't dare to try something with him because this young man… was young. 

 

That's why Derek always behaved so coldly with him, having to do his best to resist this boy who, the more he got to know, the more he grew to adore. Of course, Peter wouldn't act the same way as his nephew, as he wanted Styles to know he cared and respected him, so he just tried to be a little friendly with the human...  friendly in his own very special way. But now that Styles was an adult, there wouldn't be a problem with either of them having sex with him. 

 

Especially now that the two were-whores were so desperate for some good cock that would be up to the task of stretching their man-pussies just the way they wanted. What made finding the right stud so difficult was that this stud would have to meet certain demands of the Hales. Number one, these two big, strong, extremely manly werewolves with huge asses were nymphos who were never satisfied with three rounds, and their stud must be able to keep up. 

 

Number two, the two Hales were, in their own way, reserved men who didn't want others to know that they were massive sluts, though this mattered more to Derek than it did to Peter. Still, Peter knew he couldn't risk meeting a random man who, instead of offering him a cock to give good head, might put a bullet in his head. Because of all that, their ideal stud needed to be someone they could trust. Then, there is the last and most important requirement.

 

Number three, the stud must not feel uncomfortable knowing that he would be fucking with an uncle and nephew who had an incestuous sexual relationship with each other in secret. Despite how Derek couldn't stand Peter sometimes, the two of them had a sexual connection that made it impossible for them to resist each other's bodies. That's why they now lived together in a house in “Bacon Hills”, and when they weren't visiting the city where Eli's college was, they had sex for hours.

 

The question is, if the two of them practically fuck together like rabbits, why would they need a third? Well, that was because Peter and Derek were bottoms. The Hales needed another male to satisfy their cock-hungry holes. Most of the time they used dildos, and sometimes they took turns being the top, but it was always hard to fuck each other's ass when all they wanted was to be fucked until they forgot their names. When one of the Hales had to top, the other one rode him and shoved a dildo into the top's ass. 

 

That last thing would help him stay hard and receive the pleasure he actually wanted to feel. It's not like having his cock buried deep inside a lovely tight hole didn't feel good, but that wasn't what either of them wanted. They both wanted to feel their prostate stimulated and let their bodies succumb to the pain and the pleasure of feeling their anal cavities being stretched out by a large throbbing veiny rod that would make their muscles tremble and their mouths drop open.

 

A strong feeling of sexual ecstasy would run through their bodies, making their skin heat up and bead with sweat while their mouths emitted panting sounds. Their tongues would be sticking out while they rolled their eyes back, enjoying the delirious satisfaction of being called "good boys" while their prostates were being obliterated. All that sounds like a dream come true, how ironic, but since at that moment they didn't have anyone who could please their hungry ass-cunts, they had to settle for sex toys.

 

The same day Styles returned to Bacon Hills, Derek was sitting on a couch in the living room, watching a movie while Peter received a package from the delivery guy… a box containing a new toy, not another kind of “package.” The Sourwolf sighed tiredly, acting like he wasn’t interested in knowing what his uncle ordered this time. Well, part of him was genuinely tired of it because he didn’t want to keep using fake dongs to fuck their needy asses.

 

“Let me guess, you bought another monster-shaped dildo,” Derek guesses without taking his eyes off the television, just listening as his uncle walks over to him and then stands in front of him, blocking his view. “It’s a double-ended dildo, and we can use it to fuck each other’s asses at the same time!” Peter explained the rather obvious purpose of the object in his hands, and he did so with such excitement that Derek looked at him strangely. 

 

“Relax, Peter, it’s not that… bad… Huh, it’s long and has a nice thickness… I guess we should break it in already, don’t you think?” It didn't take long for Derek to be seduced by that strong feeling of lust that always managed to tame his mind and body. It was that sensation that made Derek crave to have some “hot fun” with that man who, from time to time, was very unbearable… and was also his own fucking uncle, but Derek learned to stop caring about that big detail. 

 

“ That's the plan! Let's go to your bedroom, and while you get the lube out, I'll wash this stuff in the bathroom sink.” At that very moment, they would enjoy Peter's new acquisition, but first, they would have to prepare themselves for the action. “Alright, that sounds so much better than watching this boring movie,” Derek said before turning off the TV and following his uncle to the house's second floor where their bedrooms were. 

 

The incestuous werewolf couple entered Derek's room, where they both slept together most of the time, but Peter had his own room to prevent the other pack members from getting suspicious when they visited the house. Once the new sex toy had been thoroughly cleaned, Derek took the lube out of the drawer where they kept it. Then, the two Hales began to prepare their tight holes in front of each other, wanting to see how the other fingered his tight anal entrance. 

 

They settled down nicely on the bed, and while they were facing each other, they began to dilate their puckered ass-holes with their fingers being covered with lubricant. “Oh dear Derek, do you like watching your uncle prepare his man pussy in front of you? Or maybe you just like your uncle watching you finger yourself, preparing that tight hole of yours to receive your side of the dildo.” There was something that Peter always loved to do, and that was teasing Derek.

 

“You know that I… that I like both things… but what I like the most is playing with your ass while you play with mine, helping each other to get our cunts ready” In these kinds of moments Derek could finally let out his most perverse and dirty side, grinning mischievously and telling Peter his most sinful desires, who was not going to judge him, but rather would support him. “I love it when we do that too, you dirty nephew,” Peter smirked at that.

 

And that’s how the two of them ended up doing the 69 position, but doing it sideways, and instead of sucking each other's dicks, they pushed their lubed-up fingers into each other’s holes. They listened to each other’s masculine grunts with mutual attention and drove their fingers at a calm speed until Peter started moving them faster. This made Derek respond to that by fingering Peter’s man-pussy just as fast, making the naughty uncle moan as loud as the naughty nephew did. 

 

“Oh fuck, yes, yes! Stick those long fingers inside my bussy! Stretch my insides with–fuck! Did you just add another finger? That's... oh, that's great... but that means I'll have to do the same thing to you." Sinful words could only come from the sinful mouth of an uncle who wanted to receive and give that kind of delight to his beloved nephew. “That's it, fucking perfect... keep going like that, fuck my thick hairy ass-pussy with those three fucking fingers”

 

Derek groaned in sinful joy, and what brought on that sexual bliss was Peter's skilled fingers sinking deep into his man-pussy. An hour and a half later and the Hales were done preparing their asses for the new toy they were eager to use. They got so carried away by the simple action of fingering each other’s ass-holes that they left the 69 position so they could be facing each other, kissing while caressing and pressing their bodies together as if they were in some sort of romantic sex scene.

 

But then they remembered what they were supposed to do in the first place, and that was to use the new sex toy that had been mentioned several times earlier. So, not wanting to delay the real hot action any longer, Peter had Derek position himself on the bed so he could insert his double-ended dildo side first. The Sourwolf was leaning on his knees and elbows, similar to being in the doggy-style position but he kept his chest against the bed and his fuzzy wobbly ass raised.

 

“Hmm, look at these big hams; they jiggle so nicely." The perverted uncle played with Derek's hairy, round-ass cheeks, who was facing the bathroom door while waiting for Peter to stop messing around. “Just push the damn thing inside my… Ooohh crap… You fucker, you… you are putting it in… Hgn, please do it slowly,” Derek let out a deep sigh as he felt the side of the sex toy run through his insides, stretching his anal cavity in such a fucking delightful way.

 

It was so good that it made him let out pathetic little sounds that let Peter know how awesome this felt. “Just a little bit of this thick stuff inside you, and you're already making the hottest, dirtiest sounds that I never get tired of hearing.” Peter teased him once again as he slid that fake but very thick cock deeper into that greedy hole. When half of the double-ended dildo was very well inside him, Derek's anal walls contracted around said silicone cock, squeezing it and feeling the fake veins.

 

And now that he had his share of the dildo filling his fat slut ass, it was Peter's turn to get on all fours behind Derek and use one of his hands to hold the dildo while he moved his ass back until little by little the other end of the dildo entered his lubed up hole. "Oh yeah baby... it feels great, slowly entering my tight hot luxurious hole... too bad it's not a real cock" said the older Hale of the two, who was inserting his side of the dildo until his buttocks collided with Derek's. 

 

Right now they had the whole long, thick dildo inside their asses, and even though one of them had more inches inside than the other, they both felt a wonderful wave of pleasure rush through their bodies. They proceeded to jerk off slowly at the same time they pushed their bodies back and forth, fucking their big asses on that dildo they shared and enjoyed like crazy. Their moaning was loud, and they even felt their bodies tremble at times because of the breathtaking pleasure.

 

Something they used to do when neither of them wanted to take the top role was to use Peter's sex toys, but since all of those were the “one player” kind, they couldn't both use them the same way they could use this one. Even though they didn't want to fuck each other themselves, the two Hales enjoyed the contact between them, even if at this moment the most they were touching each other were their globes of thick meat, which trembled slightly when they touch each other. 

 

Something Peter loved a lot was seeing his nephew's face when his ass was filled, for he liked how he finally expressed what he felt, especially if what he felt was the pleasure of feeling his prostate being stimulated. It would be beautiful to see Derek all sweaty, with his mouth open, panting with his tongue out while his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, but since they had their backs turned, he would have to settle for just listening to the sounds and feeling how Derek moved harder.

 

Almost as if he were a desperate little whore who wanted to feel more of that fake cock inside his insatiable hole. “Fuck yes! Put it in deep, Derek! I love hearing the dirty sounds you make when you work hard to wreck your ass,” Peter growled as he felt Derek’s hips moving faster at the same time he had his eyes closed. This big ass hunk wanted to imagine that he was fucking himself on the girthy cock of a real manly stud who was making him earn that precious load of warm jizz.

 

The blissful sensation of having a fake cock being slammed inside their needy holes and touching their prostate was so intense that started to consume them, making them pant, sweat, and fuck like animals in heat, doing it just to reach that wonderful climax that Derek could almost taste. The room now smelled strongly of sex and musk, while also filled with manly moans, grunts, and very loud groans from these two hairy werewolves who had their bodies drenched in sweat.

 

Yet, they still moved together with such passion. Derek moved at a rough pace, but at times made some movements where he moved his hips further forward, kind of like he wanted to pull out the entire double-ended dildo, but then he brought his hips back to slam it back in. The heavy balls of both wolf studs swayed with every thrust and pull of their hips, and the sound of skin against skin was also very present in that room, almost echoing as their round, bubbly butt cheeks slapped against each other.

 

Peter turned his head and his gaze landed on Derek's sweaty back, who was pushing his butt back at the same time he was jerking himself quicker, and doing it all so well that the older of the two didn't even have to move. Peter's nephew's beautiful face was contorted in extreme sexual bliss, and his cries of pleasure never stopped coming from his lips. "That's it, fuck yourself on that big cock! Move those slutty hips and show me how much of a dirty whore you are for this dildo”

 

Both of them were so close to reaching that glorious climax, so close to release all their cum and moan like a couple of pornstar sluts, just that their moans would be genuine. However, much to the Hales' demise, they were interrupted by someone outside their house ringing their doorbell. “Bloody Hell, just when we were close to…” Derek cursed under his breath and stopped what they were doing, even though Peter had told him to ignore it and finish what they were doing. 

 

“I can't Peter, I hear a voice you and I know very well… Fuck, It's Styles! He returned to Bacon Hills.” Using his enhanced werewolf hearing, the younger of the two heard Styles' voice calling out to them. “You are right. I hear him… What the fuck, his voice now sounds so deep and manly, how is that possible?” The sexy uncle was amazed at how even Styles' voice had changed, and it was more than certain that he would be even more surprised when he saw how much exactly had changed.

 

Both werewolves were surprised by Styles ' return after so long, but they wouldn't forgive him for appearing out of nowhere at their house without warning and coming when they were about to come too. “Crap and it seems that he's not going to stop ringing that damn bell until someone comes down to stop him. Looks like we'd better go down and meet him, we'll finish this later”. The heat of the moment had vanished as quickly as a short snap of fingers.

 

Since he knew that this human would keep ringing the bell until he let him in, Derek resigned himself to get up from the bed and go to the bathroom for some towels. He throws one to Peter so he can clean himself up and accompany him to welcome Styles into their house. “Um… you go, I'll take a bath. I won't get dressed after getting this dirty.” Peter was saying how he wasn't one of those dirty animals that put on their clothes even when they reeked of sweat from sex, since he was more "Refined". 

 

This only made Derek grunt as he cleaned his body from the sweat, then he put on some black shorts and a white sleeveless shirt. “Ugh, whatever, but you better go down and say hello to him when you are done showering.” Once he said this, Derek left the room and then went down the stairs. When he reached the entrance, he gave a short sigh and then opened the door, causing Styles to stop ringing the bell and look at him with a sly smile. 

 

“Oh, thank you for moving your hairy wolf ass all the way here to open the door for me. But anyway, it's so nice to see you after all this time, Sourwolf.” Styles was at the house where Scott had told him the Hales were staying. Besides being cocky, he was also kind of disrespectful, but it wouldn’t hurt to tease him a little. With this more confident aura surrounding him, Derek was going to let it slide, as he fell in love at first sight with this new version of Styles that left him breathless for a moment.

 

“You are looking all hot and bothered” Styles smirked, seeing how he left him with his mouth agape, and Derek was wishing at this moment this young stud would also leave his ass gaping and filled with cream like a fucking Twinkie. It’s funny to mention Twinkies when Styles was no longer a Twink but a handsome buff hunk who seemed to be oozing with masculinity. Styles' button-down shirt had the buttons closest to his neck undone, revealing the hair this man now had on his chest.

 

But something else almost made Derek drop to his knees and stick his tongue out of his mouth. “ Yes, 'cause you are hot… I mean, 'cause you are bothering me” It wasn't enough to make him get on his knees and demand that cock be taken out to feed him, but it was enough to make him say something he was thinking. What made Derek blurt that out was that the shirt had another couple of buttons undone down the bottom, revealing the happy trail that led to a large bush of dark brown hair.

 

A nice jungle that was above the real treasure Derek wanted to discover. You could say this was out of place considering who Derek was, quiet and reserved, but that was because he had to act like he didn't want to be fucked by a hung twink that would ram his large manhood inside his alpha-cunt. However, time passed, and now he wanted something different, which ironically was what Styles ended up being. “You can keep drooling over me, but I’d rather it be inside.”

 

He was a manly stud, who would fuck Derek like he owned that ass, making him abandon his silent, serious persona and making him scream and moan like a bitch with no self-respect. “I'm not... just come on in.” Derek let Styles in, and when he did, the house owner closed the door and told him to follow him into the living room. "I'm gonna clap those cheeks until it sounds like a fucking 3-hour standing ovation was in this house"  

 

Styles said quietly as he walked behind Derek, watching those cheeks bounce so nicely in those tight black shorts he was wearing. The cocky human knew Derek could hear even the quietest whisper, but that was the point, as he wanted to make him hear it and tease him more. Styles always knew Derek and his uncle had a thing for him, it was practically impossible to notice how passionately they desired him. However, they could never try something like that because he was a young teen... 

 

But now that he was a big man, nothing was stopping them. Still, Styles would like to tease his prey before attacking him and taking those plump globes of dense flesh that bounced with every step. The two arrived in the living room and sat on different sofas and then stared at each other, waiting for the other to say or do something more than just check out each other's bodies. “So... Scott told me you're living with Peter now... how's that?"

 

Styles asked him as he laid eyes on him with a look filled with so much sexual energy that it didn't take a genius or a werewolf to know what he was trying to tell him. The human sat with his legs open, trying to show off his bulge in those grey sweats as best as possible, and even being bolder by placing a hand on said bulge and then caressing it a little, showing how hard he was getting. Stylinski knew what Hale wanted, and Hale also knew what Stylinski wanted.

 

“He's not such a bad roommate after we put the past in the past... he tends to be a bit of a diva sometimes but... he's usually good company... he's upstairs, showering, he'll be down in a moment” Before jumping in the action, they needed to set up the flames first, but that was going to be so difficult as the sexual tension was so thick… like Derek booty cheeks. “Oh, good, good… so ummm… how is Eli doing?” This was hard on many levels and in many ways for both of them.

 

“He is in college but in another city... we visit him from time to time to spend time with him... having fun as a family." They tried to keep a normal conversation at first, trying to ignore the strong lust they felt for each other. It was almost as if they wanted to do that scene from the pornographic movies where they explain the scenario without importance because the really important thing was to skip to the sex porn scene. What's wrong, Derek? And what's wrong, Styles ? 

 

Why from one moment to the next they became so still, so quiet, and so horny? Oh, right, they didn't know what to say anymore and just wanted to let their bodies speak for them. Because of that, Derek cut the bullshit and got up from where he was sitting to then sit on Styles 's lap so he could start making out furiously and passionately with him, while this little shit was groping fiercely the werewolf ass that was big as fuck. “Wanna clap my ass for three hours? You better be up for the challenge.”

 

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Chapter 3: "His Return" (Second Half)

Summary:

The story Stiles wrote in the magical book came to life in his dream. He became a spectator, watching everything from the vision of his dream version, Styles Stylinski.

Notes:

I'm not sure how many times I've apologized for not bringing content more often, but it's already clear how incapable I am of doing it. I'd rather do at least one of these long stories a month than do one that's around 2,000 words long and only delivers the same boring garbage every week. I like to take my time to do long smut with a somewhat unusual plot. Still, I rushed this one because I felt like I left the first half very incomplete and I thought I owed you guys this second half as soon as possible.

I repeat I had every intention of coming to bring you more stories more often, but I ended up getting sick. I feel like the smut in the first half wasn't that great for that very reason, so I took a little more time to get better and bring you quality work. I wanted to put in the same effort I did with the works I wrote for "Sex Stories of a horny Derek Hale," only with Derek getting fucked by Stiles instead of him fucking a woman. As you may know, I specialize more in those types of straight stories where Derek cheats on Stiles with a woman, but I decided to make a change to reward those followers who have supported my stories.

I know some of you only read those straight smut stories because of the way I wrote Derek, so I decided to make this one knowing that these followers would be interested in some Sterek/Steter smut with a plot that I found interesting, but I don't know what you think about it. I know I won't please everyone with this, but I want you to know that I tried very hard, so please tell me if you love this.

Continuing the story from where it left off in the first half of “His Return”. This sexier, cockier, and overall more masculine version of Stiles Stilinski, named Styles Stylinski, found himself enjoying the luscious lips of “The Adonis of Werewolves” while also enjoying groping his enormous booty cheeks, that were as big as a pair of round melons. This attractive and cocky fellow had the bearded dilf with green eyes straddling his lap and felt like the luckiest man in Beacon Hills because of it.  

 

He was finally allowed to touch Derek's most pronounced “asset”, which was the result of outstanding genetics and a lot of workouts. Those juicy buttocks that were 5% fat and 5% muscle were grinding against Styles's crotch, teasing his dick more than he should. In this way, Derek fueled Styles's passion even further, rapidly hardening this young man's manhood to its limits. The stud's cock ached to be released and inserted into the muscle ring between Derek's thick globes of flesh already.

 

Having those big-cheeked clappers grinding against his manhood made Styles so horny it hurt. His dick pressed firmly against his pants, desperately trying to emerge so it could receive a little bit of attention from this gorgeous man. A man so beautiful that his face seemed sculpted by the most talented artist, and clearly this same artist wasn't satisfied with just sculpting that majestic face so he continued with the rest of his body, leaving it as a work of art in every sense of the word.

 

That “work of art” was kissing him, and those sweet, bold, pink lips were trying to take control of the kiss he had to have in the end. It was kind of hard to take control of a kiss when this big man was on top of you, with his strong hands holding your cheeks (face) and forcing his tongue into your mouth. It wasn't like Styles had any problem with letting Derek take complete control of the kiss, because he would gladly let Derek do whatever he wanted as long as he could have his way with him and his glorious ass.

 

With such big buttocks, Styles couldn't keep his hands to himself, being unable to resist squeezing Derek's ass for even a second. He liked to spank it a few times before going back to kneading those phat cakes as if they were two large, smooth mounds of dough. "It's great to have you back, Styles. You really won't regret returning to Bacon Hills. I swear I'll make you feel so welcome... Hmm, fuck. It's a good thing I don't have to pretend I don't want to fuck you anymore”

 

Derek muttered between wet, wild kisses, some shorter, others longer, but the tongue kisses were definitely Derek's favorite. “I'm so glad I finally get to taste these lips and touch your tongue with mine in a dirty hot French kiss,” Styles said against Derek's mouth before going back to kiss him. While these horny, manly men were making out, Peter was finishing up his bath, drying his hairy, beefy buttocks with his towel while imagining how much Styles had changed in these last few years.

This blue-eyed man, who remained so damn handsome despite the passing years, was trying to think of a plan to seduce that irresistible human, being unaware that Derek was already shoving his tongue down Styles's throat. If Peter only knew his nephew was so passionately kissing the human they had both longed for for so long. Today was their lucky day because the two Hales could finally fulfill their dream of having the hung manly stud they had so desired.

 

“I've been wanting to taste you for so long,” Derek growled, placing one hand on Styles's shoulders while the other cupped the back of his neck. Derek's kisses were as dirty as they were passionate, as he not only felt a strong sexual desire for Styles but also an emotional one, one he hadn't felt in a long time. Yes, he had kissed Peter many times but that was different, and not only because it was an incestuous relationship but because sometimes it was difficult for him to feel more than a lustful desire for Peter.

 

“I need to taste all of you, not just your lips. I need to see and taste every inch of your body,” Those lustful words were spoken by a werewolf who had mostly remained a lonesome, quiet, and sour man. Now that he finally had that “bone” he’d wanted to taste ever since he’d fallen in love with him, he wasn’t going to let go and let someone else take him. Of course, he would eventually have to share Styles with his uncle, but for now, it was just the two of them.

 

The older man went from kissing only those lips to going for that neck, but not to rip it open with his teeth. "That's it, Slutwolf, I'm all yours to enjoy however you want. For me, there will be no greater pleasure than being used for your pleasure... although I wouldn't mind kissing and leaving some love bites on your body too," Derek wasn't the only one who wanted to press his lips against his handsome lover's skin, since Styles also wanted to leave a few hickeys on Der.

 

The quiet but naughty Hale had left several hickeys on Styles' neck, wanting to mark this human as his own. However, this cocky young man believed it was his turn to explore a part of Derek's fantastic body, choosing to go for his hairy and meaty pecs. “Let me see them, Der-ling,” Styles growls excitedly as he lifts Derek's white tank top, revealing those big man tits, with their nipples looking more than ready to be wet by Styles' mouth, which took no more than a second to bring his mouth to them.

Derek's pillowy pecs were such an alluring sight for Styles , who lifted that shirt and then pressed his face against those hairy pecs and used his lips to suck on his nipples. “Lick them, suck them, have your way with my tits! They need to be taken care of by a man like you who… fuck!” Derek moaned as he felt Styles rub his face against his perky pecs. This naughty man was having the time of his life “motorboating” Derek's man-tits but he still used his lips and teeth to make Derek tremble.

 

Lightly biting Derek's nipples made his body shudder with this unique joy that he had already felt with his uncle before, but now it felt like a new experience thanks to the guy who was now sucking on his nipples. Stylinski sucked those man-tits as if he expected milk to come out, but it wasn't as if something like that was going to happen unless Derek got pregnant of course, but let's not get ahead of ourselves yet. “Oh, I love the lewd sounds you make when I quickly lick your hard nipples”

 

Styles said, tearing his gaze away from those beautiful pecs for a moment to look at Derek's face, which looked even more beautiful. Styles could see some tears in his eyes, created by the incredible pleasure he was getting, and he also saw his pretty mouth emitting the most erotic sounds that Styles never thought he would hear from a grumpy man like this Sourwolf. Derek's true image was in front of him, and there was no doubt that this was the most wonderful thing Stiles had ever seen.

 

Just moments before Derek had all the power over Styles but that meant little to the younger man, who was able to use his talented tongue to make this big dilf melt in pleasure. Derek was getting insanely good pleasure just by having Styles licking his small but sensitive nipples. “Ah fuck, fuck fuck, Styleeeessss!” Tremendous delight that Derek received from Styles , who was licking his nipples very fast, and greater the joy Styles felt from hearing him moan and groan like that. 

 

He gave the left nipple some fast kitten licks, and then gave the right nipple a few quick caresses accompanied by a few pinches, this having a great intense effect on Derek who just kept his hands on the headboard of the couch. Derek's agitated panting sounded like the most harmonious melody of all, and it was quite a spectacle to see his hot facial expressions. But after Derek almost came in his shorts just from having his man boobs sucked, he managed to get Styles to separate from his chest.

 

“Hey, what’s wrong? You didn't like the way I suck on those voluptuous big pecs of yours? Wait, you know what? I should get you a sexy cow costume! That would be fun and really hot,” ​​Styles told a lewd idea that Derek also liked, but he wanted to get rid of the clothes that covered his horny self. “Let me strip for you, stud,” Derek said before taking off his sleeveless shirt and letting it fall on the floor, but this Werewhore seemed to be taking his time taking off his tight black shorts.

 

It didn't take long for Styles to realize that this fucker was just teasing him, pretending to take them off but then pulling them back up. “Fucking tease,” Styles swore with a sexy smirk, watching as Derek turned around, showing him those thick melon ass-cheeks that were covered by the black fabric of the shorts. That’s why Styles moved forward and reached out to pull down those shorts by force, getting a good look at those juicy bubbly cheeks that were going to be clapped by him.

“Holy shit! These cakes are so fat! I mean, what the fuck? Look at these round bubbles, they look so full!” Styles’ complete admiration was focused solely on that perfect butt, squeezing it hard with his hands. When Styles finally got tired of making those enormous mountains shake like they were experiencing an earthquake (after half an hour he got tired), the young man returned to rest his back on the couch, but not before asking this dilf if he was ready to see what he was packing.

 

“I’m sure that booty needs a thick, long, cock to be properly satisfied… so, do you want to see it already? Do you want to see the piece of meat that’s going to ruin your hole?” The stud asks with a confident and playful smirk, to which Derek immediately replies “Oh Styles, you know I want to see that large veiny dick that will destroy my ass like I’ve needed for a long time,” The dark-haired man needed to have someone like Styles to satisfy him and do it for more than just one night.

 

Maybe he was idealizing him more than he should have, but Derek knew this stud was the perfect man who would have that girthy “python” to use against his tight “cavern”. He assumed Styles knew how to use that gigantic cock to fuck him silly till he cums deep inside him, and that he could also go another round, and then another one, and so on. Derek was so sure Styles would be able to keep his word thanks to… actually, who knows, it could be thanks to his “wolf instincts” or something like that.

 

“As you wish, Werewhore, but I don’t want you to back out when you see how long my fuck-tool is,” With that, Styles pulled down his grey sweatpants to reveal his massive manhood, which sprang out and presented itself to Derek Hale. “So, what do you think? Do you think this meat sword can split your ass in half like you’ve been wanting to …? Derek?” Styles waited for the werewolf standing before him to say something, but he remained silent as he slowly lowered himself to his knees.

With Styles' pants down and not even wearing underwear to hold in that huge cock, Derek saw and was completely stunned by the size of that long shaft that was so big it was dizzying. You could compare it to the length of a forearm just for the sake of trying to compare it to something big, but it wasn't that gigantic either. Sure, you could say that 9 inches long was a bit too much, something just a pro could handle but it wasn't as thick as a beer can either. 

 

Still, it didn't look that thin, which would make it look weird if it had the thickness of a pencil. Regardless of that, all Derek could see was a nice cock he wanted to worship, the cock of his dreams , confirming that Styles was the man of his dreams and no one could prove him wrong. While Derek was on his knees, silently admiring Styles' veiny long cock, this other one was snickering, pleased to see the effect he had caused on this beefy hunk.

 

A beefy werewolf hunk who seemed to be making love with his eyes to Styles' majestic manhood. Derek seemed to be all brain-dead the moment his eyes fell on Styles's large piece of fuck-meat. Since this werewolf was on his knees but nowhere near said cock, Styles decided to stop waiting for him to come to him to suck his dick, so he got up from the couch again and approached Derek. “Come on bitch, it’s okay that in your mind you’re praising it and all but I think it would be good to use your mouth”

 

“...and with that, I don’t just mean that you should be saying what you think about this tremendous ass-destroyer, but that you should better start sucking me off,” Styles says while hitting Derek’s cheeks (face) with his mouth, wanting to wake him up from the trance he was in for being dazzled with the beauty of this perfect cock. And just when Derek was about to put that long train of meat into his mouth, they heard the voice of someone who was coming down the stairs.

 

“Alright then, where’s the cutest, smartest, and most sarcastic member of the pack...? Oh shit! Styles is that you?!” Peter was already all showered and dressed to welcome his favorite human, too bad said shower was for nothing because he’d have to take off his clothes and get dirty again. The older Hale stood still on the stairs, staring in surprise at this new version of Styles , admiring how somehow the guy who once was a complete twink now looked more handsome and manlier than before. 

 

Still, Peter was more shocked to see Styles’ juicy, huge cock out there, hard and ready to smash some asses. Derek turned to look at Peter, swearing at him in his mind, thinking that Styles would stop what they were doing, but he couldn't be more wrong about that. “No, I'm the nogitsune you dumbass... no wait, that could also be possible... Anyway, it really is me, you sassy creepy wolf. Now get that sexy ass of yours over here so you can worship my cock with your dirty nephew.”

(Special thanks to @goddessoflove1998 for this)

Styles had absolutely no problem having both Hales worshipping his cock at the same time because he wanted them both and would gladly accept the task to feed their holes until they were all full of his gooey white warm spunk. “Oh fuck yes! You won't have to tell me twice, stud” Peter excitedly made his way down the stairs to join in the fun, taking off the outfit he'd been carefully choosing while Derek and Styles were doing all that hot stuff that was narrated before.

 

It didn't matter if all that time Peter spent getting ready was for nothing since the only thing that mattered to him at that moment was joining in the fun. How lucky Peter was, because he only had to go down to the first floor to discover Styles with his pants down and his dick hard, as Derek already did all the work of “unwrapping the candy” for them. But what a relief that the youngest of the three of them had no problem having sex with them, a nephew and his uncle.

 

Derek assumed that as long as he and Peter didn't have any incestuous action between them then Styles would be okay with this. This young man was proving to be the perfect top for them both, but Derek didn't want to risk the possibility of Styles having a limit when it came to watching two men with a blood connection being too sexually intimate. In any case, let's put that concern aside for now and continue with this dream like scene, where Peter was hurriedly taking off his clothes so he could join.

 

While his uncle was undressing, Derek began to give Styles's hard, throbbing cock a good blowjob. The sarcastic human's cock was so fucking big that it intimidated anyone who laid eyes on it, but Derek wasn't the kind of man to back away. “This damn thing is so fucking big... but I've had enough practice sucking Peter's monster dildos, imagining in my head that they were real,” Derek confessed before placing his lips around the head of this massive cock.

 

Derek's asshole clenched around nothing with excitement just from having the tip of Styles's tool against his lips. First, he placed a few kisses on that small slit where the precum was oozing out, then he ran his lips along that long shaft until he reached the base. He took a good sniff at that bush, trying to taste that musky scent Derek loved. But he could get even more of that scent when he put his nose close to those big banks of cum this horny dilf began to lick.

 

“Oh my goodness, these balls… hmmm, so full,” Derek spoke in a smooth, sensual tone, slowly stroking Styles’ cock with one hand and gently fondling his testicles with the other. “If you like it so much, start sucking them, and leave this large length to me,” Peter was now next to his nephew, fully naked and ready to please this stud who, despite being younger than them, had the dick they craved. “Fine then,” Following his uncle’s suggestion, Derek proceeded to run his tongue over those nuts.

 

These balls had a special flavor that Derek liked, so he started covering them with spit until they were polished. Peter, for his part, felt like he was in a dream , almost to the point of almost crying with joy from having this massive cock in his mouth. You could tell he was being dramatic, especially since he does tend to go out with strangers for sex more often than Derek does, but not all of them had a “package” that big or were that guy you'd waited so long for to come back and give you a throat-fuck.

 

Styles doesn't know how, but he swore that he saw Peter's pupils turn into pink hearts while he was welcoming each girthy inch of cock inside that hungry, slutty, and sassy mouth of his. “Fucking hell, this cock is so big that even my experienced throat can’t handle it… I'm not giving up though,” Peter was just a few inches away from having Styles’ entire cock in his mouth, but surprisingly he couldn’t and pulled out after gagging a few times. 

 

Still, he’d had plenty of practice with both real and silicone cocks, which served him well in giving Styles proper oral. “Oh fuck Peter, you’re doing so good… and you’re no slouch Derek, polishing my balls like a good dilf slut.” Styles groaned in pleasure, his chest heaving with deep breaths as two skilled whores covered his entire manhood in saliva with their mouths. Peter pulled his lips out and quickly rubbed the head of Styles’ cock against them while holding him with one hand and slowly jerking him off.

 

This, combined with Derek licking his balls non-stop, almost swallowing them both, and soaking them with saliva, made Styles inevitably cum all over Peter’s face. “Shit… shit, shit, fucking shit, I’m cumming… OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” He tried to warn, but his incredible orgasm was approaching too fast and he had no choice but to let it all out, staining Peter’s face in the process, but almost at the last second, Peter stuck out his tongue to catch some.

 

Styles smirked as Derek's perverted uncle beamed like a proud slut after making him cum so hard, shooting a thick, warm load of white cum that covered almost half of Peter's face. After following online tutorials and such, Styles could now shoot bigger loads, and it definitely helped that he'd been saving his precious cum for the past few months. "Phew, I hope you enjoyed that nice fat load, Peter... damn, you two were amazing."

 

The young man said that to these two dirty old men, slapping the tip of his large cock against Peter's tongue while this one was looking at the hung stud in his eyes. Derek had already left Styles' balls, and he was feeling a little jealous that Peter had gotten all that warm cum in his mouth and face while he got none. The uncle of this disappointed Werewhore had noticed this, so without the other one expecting it, Peter began kissing his nephew, using his tongue so he could taste that man's milk.

 

“Peter, what the fuck do you think you’re-” Derek tried to stop him, not wanting Styles to see them doing this, but Peter didn’t listen and just gathered some more cum he had on one cheek to put it in his nephew’s mouth, silencing him a little while the human watched them with wide eyes. A while later Derek had Peter take out his white cum-covered fingers to try to explain things to Styles , but he had no problem with it. “You don’t have to try to say anything about it, I have no problem with it.”

 

It was at that very moment that Derek was able to confirm, one hundred percent, that this man was everything he and his uncle had ever dreamed of. This man fulfilled all of his demands, and he wasn't exaggerating, because not only did he have no problem with his and Peter's incestuous relationship, but he was also someone he could trust and also had a huge cock that, even after having cum a few seconds ago, was still erect and ready for the next round. 

 

Styles' cock got hard again almost immediately after watching these two hot, kinky dilfs kiss. They were so dirty in more ways than one, from watching Peter transfer the cum he caught with his tongue onto Derek's to the fact that uncle and nephew were kissing. Far from finding it disgusting, Styles seemed to like it and that was very evident to this pair of kinky werewolves. "See, Der? Our perfect stud has no problem with us being dirty incestuous werewolves."

 

Derek could feel reassured by this, relieved and at the same time even more captivated by this man standing in front of them with his cock raised high. “Of course not. I don’t have a problem with you two being dirty, incestuous bastards. I’m happy that you hunks are because then I can fuck both of your mouths at the same time.” This had confused Derek a little because he didn’t know what Styles meant by that, since technically he had already fucked their mouths but separately.

 

Peter rolled his eyes at Derek's confused expression, only to whisper in his ear what they needed to do. Now understanding what Styles wanted, Derek turned to face his uncle and closed the gap between their lips, beginning a slow but passionate make-out session. Uncle and nephew explored the mouth of the other, tongues dancing together as they rubbed their big hairy pecs against each other. Incestuous action was totally sinful, wicked, and extremely lewd, and Stiles loved every second of it. 

 

Seeing it all made the thick, veiny, throbbing meat between Styles' legs want to join them for their wet attention again, so this stud pushed his cock in so that it ended up between the lips of these two men, not to interrupt their hot make-out session, but to join in their fun. He pushed his hard rod between their mouths, and his hands firmly gripped their heads. Derek used his tongue to try licking around the head of the shaft to catch some of that salty but kinda sweet precum that was oozing from the tip.

 

“Oh my god, you bitches lips feel so good! Fuck! I must be the luckiest guy to have two huge bottom dilfs all for myself," Styles spoke and panted, thrusting back and forth slowly. He moaned and threw his head back, feeling himself melt with pleasure at the ecstasy of getting his entire manhood worshipped by these hot werewolf mouths. That sweet friction of their soft lips against the sensitive tip of his massive cock was truly mind-blowing. 

 

While moving his hips, Styles took the opportunity to look at the backs of the Hales. These bitches were certainly well endowed in the lower back and had some big buns that Styles would like to make them wobble with some harsh backshots. But then he flinched slightly when Peter's hand rested on his ass, holding one of his buttocks so Derek could more easily slide a finger against his anal entrance. “Mmm, fuuuuuck,” Styles groaned, no longer moving, but he didn't need to, as they were doing all the work.

 

They were moving their mouths back and forth to continue pleasuring the long length of their young stud, who had allowed them to taste this beautifully large manhood. Derek's skillful fingers continued to toy with Styles's tight pucker, while his tongue was running along the veins of the magnificent piece of meat in front of him, and his uncle on the other side was doing the same. “Holy crap, I'm gonna cum again! ...both of you, get right in front of me! I want to paint your meaty man-tits with my cum."

 

These dilfy sluts quickly knelt in front of Styles , squeezing their manly pecs temptingly as they waited for that hot load of cum. "Come on, baby, give us what we need! Cover these big, hairy tits with your hot cum," Peter begged huskily as he stroked his chest, watching Styles masturbate furiously. This kinky uncle jerked up and down to make those massive pecs bounce, but he wouldn't outdo Derek, who could move his own at will. 

 

“Nnnngh… fucking… take it!” Styles grunted harshly, spraying warm delicious white cum all over their meaty hairy man-tits. “Fuck, that’s how it’s done, Styles. Now we each have enough cum on our tits to taste more of your delicious flavor, although I still had no problem sharing it with my nephew if it was with a kiss,” Peter said with a perverted smile as he looked at Derek while running one of his fingers over his large pecs that had been covered with that thick white liquid.

 

Eli’s father just looked at his uncle out of the corner of his eye before grabbing Styles’ long cock with one hand to make him come closer. When he was close enough, Derek rubbed the delicate glans of that juicy cock against her warm, cum-stained tits, making Styles squirm slightly from pursuing something sensitive. “You’ve given us two loads in a row, and for that we commend you, but you know we need more than that, right?” Styles did a good job giving them two heavy loads of cum to enjoy.

 

But the green-eyed man had to remind him that that wasn’t enough. Styles knew this wasn’t the end; he still had to clap those thick cheeks. “Of course I know, because I understand that you sluts need a good stud like me to fuck you guys all night until you are delighted” Those words, heavy with pure, raw sexual desire, made the two big, strong werewolves tremble with emotion. “This is a dream,” Derek uttered those words, laden with so much truth and nothing more.

 

By the time the two Hales had cleaned the cum from their chests—after eating them all, leaving not a drop—they took Styles to Derek’s room so he could breed them. That's right, they returned to the bedroom where uncle and nephew were fucking each other's asses using a double-sided dildo that was still on the bed, but Peter grabbed it and pushed it aside. “We were using this before you arrived to satisfy the bad need we had to fill our holes with something big and thick.”  

 

Peter told his handsome guest what he and his nephew were doing before fate made Styles ring his doorbell... several times. "Now that we have you here, I don't know if we need these toys anymore," Derek comments, holding the big dildo and thinking about putting it away in another part of the room so they wouldn't have it on the bed. These two old bottom dilfs now had a stud younger than them but with a huge cock that could tear the hole between their asscheeks apart. 

 

"Oh, we're going to keep using them. I didn't spend a lot of money on those things just to throw them away." Peter makes it clear that they'll keep putting all those toys to use because he can't just throw them away. The old blue-eyed werewolf was already comfortably settled on the bed, his back resting against a pillow as he lubed up his rim again to receive that massive rod, which was very long and not too thick to stretch him too much because in that case, we would need even more lube.

 

“Well, I’m sure we can put this thing to good use. For example, we can use it so you have something to suck on while I fuck you first, Peter.” Styles takes the double-ended dildo from Derek’s hands and approaches the pervy uncle, who looks at him with a mischievous smirk. “It’s good that it’s clear that I’ll go first, but don’t worry nephew, I can suck you off or you can suck me off while you wait for Styles to finish using my hole.” 

 

Peter sounded so full of himself while he was talking to Derek, who looked at him a little annoyed that he was the first to have his ass penetrated by Styles , but the latter put his hand on the green-eyed man’s shoulder and winked at him. “Actually, I was planning on making Derek have his mouth busy with my ass, so the only thing you’ll be sucking on is this huge dildo.” While Styles was saying this, he looked at Derek with a mischievous smirk, to which Derek just rolled his eyes but still smirked at him.

 

He liked the idea of ​​licking his anal entrance while he fucks his uncle. “Well then, it’s not like that’s a problem for me, because I finally have my dream stud who will make me scream with pleasure until I’m hoarse, but let’s stop with the words and let’s get started with the action,” The older but equally tasty Hale finished preparing his hole and was ready to be penetrated. However, before starting, Styles had him get Peter up from the bed so he could tell him and Derek something.

 

“Before we start, I want to say that I really missed you both. Of course, I missed Scott and everyone else, but I especially missed you two so much, and I want to tell you that... Well, I love you very much. I will strive to continue living up to your expectations so I can be worthy of being the one who will give you that sexual pleasure that a simple toy can't." As he finished saying this, Styles and the two Hales had that extra wet and exciting three-way kiss.

“Hmmm, now… Peter, get on all fours on the edge of the bed, I’ll get behind you, and Derek will be on his knees behind me, ready to taste my rim while I fill yours.” After a long while of lewd, sinful, and exciting French kisses, Styles separated from their mouths and ordered this pair of slutty older men to get in position. “Whatever you say, boss, but I hope you can handle my scrumptious ass-hole. I'm sure you'll like it so much you won't want to take your cock out of there.”

 

Styles smirked as he heard Peter raving about his “luxurious five-star ass,” which his cock would fall in love with. “That remains to be seen,” was all the pack detective told him before checking if what Peter was saying was true. An hour later, a sweaty and panting Styles had a bliss-out look on his face while his hips moved back and forth on their own as if they had been programmed to do so. “You were so right Pet… your insides feel like heaven… and Derek having his face on my ass… holy fuck!”

 

But before pushing it in, this well-endowed young man slapped the tip of his dick against Peter's anal entrance, and before getting to work on Styles's anal entrance, Derek took out a special little bottle for the three of them to smell before they started having sex. The human for a moment believed that thing was one of those drugs called “Poppers” that helped improve sexual activity, or at least that's what Styles had heard since he hadn't dared to use them yet. 

 

After inhaling some of it, Peter told his manly young stud that these things worked similarly, but that these weren't harmful like those other drugs. Derek assured him that it was made with natural ingredients from an acquaintance who makes magic potions and other things like this sexual enhancer. “I'll need to ask you more about that later, but now I have to try this... oh, damn." Once he took a whiff of that little bottle, the young human's body became more sensitive to sexual pleasure.

 

That's how, a long while later, Styles' mind was completely clouded by the powerful sexual bliss he could feel even more strongly thanks to the mighty effect of whatever was in that small bottle. His body seemed to feel like it was driving itself, his hips moving back, and before he pulled out completely, he would slam back in hard. These thrusts were done so roughly and quickly that Styles's enormous cock could hit Peter's prostate so fucking well.

 

He smashed that g-spot so constantly that it was driving Peter crazy, more than he already was, and not letting him stop moaning like a whore for even a hot minute. “Oh yes, fuck this pussy! Fucking OWN my pussy! Make it yours!” After saying that, Peter grabbed the sheets of the bed while clenching his teeth from the hard fierce thrusts. It hurt like hell because since he was desperate to be fucked already, he hadn’t lubricated his hole properly like before, and Styles had a large fuck-pipe.

 

Of course, the incredible sexual pleasure managed to compensate for that pain, and when these "levels" of pleasure surpassed those of pain, Peter ended up opening his mouth to let out several loud grunts, moans, and some dirty words to motivate Styles to keep fucking him hard. The brown-haired stud felt like he was losing himself, fucking that warm werewolf ass that was so tight that it was a little difficult for him to move inside him at first, but the lubricant helped him make his way into Peter's cavern.

 

With each passing minute, Styles felt like he was going deeper and deeper inside Derek's filthy uncle, but he also felt a little more high on sex. His skin felt warm, he was sticking his tongue out like a dog, and he was moving not only his hips back and forth but his whole body as well. His eyes held no other thought than the one of how good this ass felt. "It's like... this pussy was made... just for me... for my huge cock that's going to... break you... from now on. Ohh hell, this ass will be mine alone."

 

But Styles wasn't just reveling in the pleasure of feeling his large, veiny cock being squeezed by a warm hole that felt virgin despite being far from it. Derek was also providing him with a wonderful feeling of sexual ecstasy just by having his tongue deep inside his asshole. This dirty man was giving it his all with his tongue to that hairy hole between Styles's buttocks because this stud had a firm ass that Derek had kissed, licked, and bit before separating them and penetrating his rim with his tongue.

 

The younger Hale of this incestuous pair was feasting on Styles' ass, licking the crack between his cheeks from bottom to top, and then fucking him with his wet tongue. He squeezed those cheeks with his strong hands, spanking him a few times before burying his face between those white buttocks covered in a fine layer of brown hair. It should be noted that this ass wasn't as hairy as Derek's or Peter's, and the latter shaved it frequently, but it didn't matter when or how, since Peter's ass hair grew back quickly.

 

This detail wasn't as if it mattered to anyone, not even to Styles , who was more focused on making those asscheeks jiggle with his strong thrusts. "But look at those hams shaking like jelly... hmm, now that I think about it, why don't you twerk on my cock?" The effect of the "magical horny bottle" was becoming less intense, allowing Styles to stop feeling so high and focus more on Peter's plump ass. Styles' wild thrusts alone made those buttocks bounce nicely, but he wanted to see more jiggles.

“Do it, old man, do it” Accompanied by these words, came a strong spank, demanding this bitch to shake them for him now. Then Styles slaps Peter's meaty buttcheeks even more and gets stunned at how those enormous twerk cakes jiggled because of it. “HOLY SHIT, that shit has some good recoil” He was so high he hadn't even noticed before that this man owned an absolute dump truck like his nephew. It was clear the Hales had good genes, and this young man right here had two of them at his disposal.

 

“Okay, okay. As you wish, young daddy,” Peter started twerking as his stud told him to, and he was shaking it like he was an expert at it… and in part he was, but he doesn't show those skills to just anyone. This experienced Hale only showed his skills to men like Styles , who was more than pleased with how this werewolf wiggled his butt cheeks for him and rewarded him by putting more effort into it punching his inside guts with his gigantic dong. 

 

“I'm going to punish this asshole for all the bad things you ever did. So now, evil alpha wanna-be, ready to get bred by a man younger than you?” He asked in a deep masculine voice at the same time he was beating the crap out of that g-spot like this was a street fight without rules and mercy. The loud, constant sound of Styles' hips slamming against Peter's asscheeks was resonating through the room, no matter how much the bottom or the top groaned, the sound of wet clapping was heard louder.

 

It would probably make their neighbors come and complain afterward but that mattered little to the three of them, especially Peter who started desperately asking Styles to fill her insides with his warm, thick cum. “YES! YES PLEASE, GET ME PREGNANT, GET ME… Ohhhh fucking hell” Peter wanked his cock while begging Styles to cum inside him and impregnate him. A few more thrusts and Styles' precious cum erupted from his cock like a geyser, shooting several heavy loads of cum deep inside Peter.

 

This blue-eyed man experienced a pleasurable sensation as he felt that hot liquid spilling inside him, getting filled with more cum than his fuck-buddies could ever give him. “It feels so… sooo goood… so good to be full of you… hmmm, Im going to cum now, just… agh, fuck!” Peter moved his hand up and down until he felt his cock erupting several shots of sperm that ended up falling on his belly, already lying face up on the bed because Styles had already taken his cock out of his ass.

 

After a round that turned out to be better than he'd ever thought possible, Peter took a moment to rest, feeling his hole and body tired but very pleased by Styles. He'd be back for another round soon, but he'd stay on the sidelines to let his nephew have Styles all to himself. “Did you like how I left your uncle's donut all glazed, Derek? Wouldn't you like it if I did the same to you?” Styles asked the green-eyed man, who had already gotten up from his knees.

 

“I’d like you to fuck me and leave me filled with your cum… but please don’t call my hole a donut” Derek replied to the honey-eyed man in front of him, liking the idea of ​​going through the same thing as his uncle, but not using that strange name that Styles came up with. “Then I think I’ll call your ass a pussy, one that I’ll impregnate with so much cum that you’ll have a baby to be Eli’s brother,” Styles’ perverted smirk had a greater effect on Derek than his perverted ideas.

 

“Please… break me… wreck me… ruin me… destroy my fat furry ass and do it with lustful desire,” Derek said, or rather begged, to Styles , who grabbed him by the waist, pulled him closer, and placed a hot kiss on his lips. He then took Derek to the other end of the bed, leaving Peter on the right side to rest there while they continued with the next round. On the left side, Derek got on all fours on the bed and felt Styles get on top of him.

 

By the time young Stilinski was positioned atop Derek Hale’s big, lewd body and the tip of his cock was pressing against the entrance of this huge, sexy dilf’s ass, he delicately whispered, “As you wish.” After uttering those delicate words that made love to Derek’s ears for a solid short moment, Styles didn’t say or do anything delicate for the rest of the round. He began to pound his ass like a madman, making Derek’s cheeks wobble, his meaty breast jiggle and his eyes roll back.

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck Styles, your cock is so good” Derek praised Styles as he was getting what his uncle Peter had a round ago. Stylinski was hugging him from behind as he was fucking him with his throbbing meat pipe, and then putting his hands on those big fat daddy milkers that were bigger than some woman's boobs. The difference was that Derek and Peter's tits were hairy but still so soft and the feeling of groping him from behind was so addicting. “And these tits are so good too”

 

Stiles was enjoying himself and so was Derek, who thought that if he were going to die because of Styles's cock then he would die happy, and that would be the only kind of death Derek should have… but he didn't die. Despite feeling as if his soul was leaving his body due to the intense sexual ecstasy, nothing bad happened, except that he had come without even touching himself... which was very impressive. “You cumming already you fucking slut?”

 

“Maybe you need me to rough you up so you learn that you need to ask Daddy Styles for permission before cumming” Somehow Derek didn't even notice that his cock was letting out several spurts of cum below him, but Styles was able to see it… How did he? Who knows, the convenience of the story probably. The important thing is that he was going to fuck him even more brutally than before . “Uh? What do you… Oh shit, wait!”  

 

Derek tried to resist, but Styles quickly grabbed him by the arms and held him harshly so his face didn't fall on the bed, and then he began to fuck him so good that now Derek was the one panting obscenely and sticking out his tongue like Styles had done before when he was high on sex. “Ah… I'm sorry Daddy… I'm so sorry for… for not asking for permission to cum!” It didn't matter if he was sorry, or if it wasn't his fault the sex was so good he came early without noticing, Styles wasn't going to forgive that. 

 

He was going to thrust into that hole and make this bitch feel very sorry for it, doing it so damn fast and roughly that Derek's asscheeks were bouncing even better than Peter's cheeks were doing, and that was possibly because his nephew had a bigger ass. “You are a big whore for my cock, arent you? Such a slutty nasty dad that loves young cocks” Styles certainly knows what kind of perversions make Derek's hair stand on end, feeling somewhat strange but at the same time horny by that sinful thought.

 

The simple fact that he was getting fucked by someone younger than him was turning him on so much. “Holy fuck, this is like a dream come true... a wet dream... this is... a dream-augh fuck, Stiles!" Then out of nowhere, Styles let go of Derek's arms, causing his face to fall onto the bed, but he quickly lifted his upper body with his arms. The green-eyed werewolf groaned in pain again when he felt the honey-eyed man grab him by the hair and continue to fuck him harshly.

 

Stiles felt like this was so easy he could do it with his eyes closed... although he was actually doing it in his sleep, which was probably even more impressive. “I love your porno body. I mean, look at these phat melon cheeks! These white buttocks are only seen on plastic-plastered porn actresses, but of course, yours are natural, because you were made for this, to be a cock-addicted whore,” Derek loved how Styles could degrade him and praise him at the same time. 

 

“ You know what? Let's change positions” Styles rolled off Derek, pulling his cock out of that thick ass and making the man grunt in annoyance at feeling empty. Then the young human sat on the edge of the bed and told his Whorewolf to fuck himself on his cock. “ I want you to ride me so I can see your man-tits bouncing in my face” That's what the brown-haired man told him, and what the slutty dilf did after grunting. He climbed onto the young man's lap, who looked at him with a shit-eating grin. 

 

“Come on slut, if you want this dick then take it.” With one hand, Derek adjusted Styles's cock so the tip could re-enter his ass. Little by little he lowered himself down that long pole, doing it carefully until Styles grabbed him by the hips and made him drop the rest of what he had left to take in his ass, which made Derek let out a loud howl. Styles just laughed as Derek looked at him annoyed, but his anger didn't last long after Stylinski slapped one of his pecs and told him to ride him. 

 

“You fucker… Why do I like this though?” Even though Derek would have liked to be the dominant bottom who used this man's cock as his toy for his own pleasure, he couldn't deny that he liked the thrill of being treated like a living fleshlight. At least Styles being the one treating him like this gave him an erotic feeling of euphoria that made him crave more of it. Derek's huge man breasts jumped up and down as he rode that long veiny dick, making himself his bitch.

 

Derek's cock was also bouncing up and down vigorously, still soft but still preparing to unleash another load that would possibly come out completely without touching himself. This would cause Daddy Styles to get angry again and punish his naughty Whorewolf, but he would surely like to be punished. “You are doing a great job. What a good bitch you are being for me… What about you?” Even though he liked seeing those meaty pecs move, he wanted to see the muscular arms of this bottom hunk.

 

“What…? Oh, alright…hmm, what do you think of this, Daddy Styles?” Seeking to please his stud, who despite being younger than him liked to be called Daddy, Derek flexed his muscly arms. The way Derek's muscles flexed was so arousing for Stiles, and the way Derek's pussy was clenching around his manhood was sending him over the moon. It was as if this dad bottom slut wanted to milk him for all that it's worth and Styles was going to give it to him. 

 

He was going to fucking break that hunk ass-cunt until he was gaping, filled with absurd quantities of seed, and leave him mumbling his name until he passes out like that, with his face down and his fat wrecked ass-cunt up. To get him to that end, the human had to give creampie after creampie, filling him as many times as necessary until Styles nuts become like raisins. Pumping him so full of hyper-fertile cum that his spermatozoids were fighting to see who could enter the non-existing male womb of Derek.

 

He ended up impregnating him so good that his belly inflated a lot, erasing his six-pack and giving him a round belly, and making him look a little pregnant, but it wasn't going to last long as the cum was coming out of that hole that looked like a donut, being so wide that Derek couldn't stop that baby-making liquid to stop communing out, which made him sad because he wanted to keep Stiles precious load inside, but that was fine, his skinny stud could go for another round and breed him again. 

 

Having no problem ramming his white python inside that were-bitch cunt until he turned this dad into a full dilf baby factory, not caring about his male anatomy, Stiles was going to make this man fucking pregnant and there was not going to be an argument against it, he already decided that. When he finally achieved his lustful goal, Styles had little time to appreciate this hot image of Derek Hale, as his gaze darkened completely and his body collapsed onto the bed. 

 

Although he managed to tire Derek out and leave him drunk on cock and cum, this man was still a werewolf, while Styles was a human who managed to go several rounds solely due to his powerful willpower. His stamina couldn't match that of the other two werewolves, who, upon recovering and seeing him fainted, decided to just rest with him. Derek lay down on his left side, letting the human lay his head on his chest, but the latter, as if he were sleepwalking, began to suck Derek's nipple while he was asleep. 

 

It was as if he were a baby nursing on Derek's hairy breasts, but he wasn't bothered at all. Peter settled on Styles's right side, leaving him a kiss and whispering sweet nothings in his ear to help him have a good sleep. That's how Styles woke up from that dream , feeling so confused yet fascinated by what had happened. It didn't take him long to deduce that the book where he wrote his fantasy was a magical one that could fulfill his fantasies in his dreams . "It was just a dream... a dreamscape”

Notes:

Here are some announcements.

-A while back, I made some p@y-to-view stories where everyone could see the first half of these stories for free, but not the second one. I only did this because I was having financial problems before, but now that I'm past those problems, I'll look to change that. First of all, I confirm that I will be publishing the second half of these stories for free and then I'll think about what else to publish on this other page to deserve any monetary support.
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-Another thing I wanted to mention is that it will probably take me a little longer to publish my next work, but I assure you that I will do my best to make this story completely worth the wait.

-Finally, I want to let you know that I will be editing and moving some of my other stories because I'm one of those people who likes to keep everything in order, and I feel like some stories are a bit jumbled up and some have more grammatical errors than they should. That's why if you see a change in the name of any of my works, or if you just can't find one of your favorite stories where you always do, don't worry. These weren't completely removed; they were just moved because I had an organizing attack and wanted to change some things I didn't like.

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