Mr. New Boyfriend

by ColetheWolf

Summary:

Scott's mother has a new boyfriend. His name is Derek and he's a hot doctor. There's something familiar about him that Scott can't quite put his finger on, but Scott can't help but swoon and squirt over him.

Notes:

🎂🎉🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @SCEREK!!! 🎂🎉🎂 

Surprise, Bitch. I bet you thought I was all out of spooky season juice, but surprise surprise, I wrote something hot back in October for your birthday! And what better way to celebrate than with your favorite things? Boypussy!Scott! Scerek! And potential stepdad smut action? 

Chapter 1: The Spaghetti Kind of Guy

Werewolves were real. It’s true. Scott had fucked one before. Multiple times, actually. It was kind of his new thing. It wasn’t that he went around bragging about it or something. He really only bragged about it once to his best friend, Stiles, and it was less of a brag and more of a swapping of secrets during a late night pizza and root beer binge.

Stiles had confided in Scott that he secretly had a crush on his ex-girlfriend, Allison, before she moved away to London with her father. And Scott confided in Stiles that he snuck out of the house about two to three times in a week to get fucked by a giant werewolf by the creek that cut through the Beacon Hills Preserve. So, yeah—it was basically a totally reasonable and fair trade of information. 

Although, despite Stiles being totally understanding, albeit a little skeptical on whether or not Scott was getting boned by some freak in very realistic werewolf costume instead of being the real deal, he did jokingly call Scott a “mutt-fucker” afterwards. Scott didn’t take offense, but he realized pretty quickly that it was probably in his best interest to not tell anybody else about it. Out of fear of destroying his social life if word ever got out, cutting back on the amount of times that he gave it up to giant furry werewolves became Scott’s new number one goal. 

He needed to find a normal boyfriend. 

The bell let everybody flood into the hallways. Scott and Stiles continued on with their little conversation that they were whispering to each other all period in the back of Mr. Harris’ stupid chemistry class. No detention this time, but they were on thin ice. Either that or Mr. Harris had been listening into their conversation the whole time, mentally deciding on whether or not to get Scott and Stiles committed to the local mental hospital. 

“I really need to find a normal boyfriend.” Scott said. “Otherwise my mom is going to stop buying my excuses about getting injured at lacrosse practice, but how else am I supposed to explain why I limp around for half the week?”

“Tell Mr. Werewolf to go easier on you.” Stiles suggested.

“What’s that going to do?” Scott asked, genuinely perplexed. “Dude’s like…eleven inches.”

“Eleven fucking inches?” Stiles stopped Scott dead in the hallway, grabbing him by his shoulders so that he could look him straight in those big, brown puppy dog eyes to see if he was actually being serious. And sure enough, Scott was as serious as he could be. “Can you even take all that?”

“I have.” Scott smirked, feeling very accomplished with himself. “Multiple times.”

“Well, that’s going to be your big problem. Finding a normal boyfriend is easy, but finding a normal boyfriend that’s going to be able to compete with that is almost impossible.” Stiles said. 

“Yeah…” Scott said. 

“What about Danny?” Stiles pointed across the hallway to where Danny Mahealani, so tanned and muscular and sexy—with those big arms and tight bubble butt—was taking books out of his locker to prepare for his next class.

“Why? Does he have a giant dick or something?” Scott asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. I try not to look at other guys in the showers after practice. It makes me feel insecure.” Stiles joked, twiddling his thumbs in a playful loser kind of way.

“You’re like…eight inches.” Scott laughed. “Did you forget that we’ve had sleepovers since forever and I almost always catch you rubbing one out in the morning?”

“Yeah, well you can still feel insecure about being the biggest guy in the room, too. That’s a thing! Reverse insecurity? High-low self esteem? Crack open a psychology book, Scott!” 

Scott just laughed. 

“Nah, I can’t date Danny.” Scott brought the conversation back to a more serious front, eyeing how gorgeous Danny was even when he wasn’t trying to show off.

“Why?”

“Because he’s Jackson’s ex.” 

“So? Jackson’s a douchebag.” Stiles dismissed the worry. 

“Yeah, but Jackson’s also Abercrombie levels of hot.” Scott rolled his eyes. “I could never compete with that.”

“Competition is good for the soul.” Stiles said. 

“Hey, I think I’m coming down with your high-low self esteem thing.”

“No, I think that’s just regular low self-esteem.” Stiles clicked his tongue, waiting until Scott shot him a dead-eyed scowl of disapproval before he poked him in the gut. 

“Thanks, buddy.” Scott deadpanned.

“Okay, what about me?” Stiles stopped in his tracks again, stretching out his arms and giving himself a twirl in the middle of the hallway to let Scott check out the goods. “I’m boyfriend material.”

“You’re straight!” Scott argued. 

“Sometimes!” 

“You’re practically my brother.” 

Stiles quickly pecked at Scott’s lips and then patted him on the cheek, making Scott briefly blush. “I can get kinky like that, little bro.”

“No, it’s just not going to work out between us.” Scott shrugged.

“Oh, I get it. Fucking werewolves gets the juices flowing, but some hot brother on brother action is where you draw the line.” Stiles feigned outrage. “Pfft…eleven inches. What kind of absurdity is that? None of us regular-shemegular guys could ever hope to compete…”

“That’s my problem.” Scott sighed.

“Do they even make condoms for dicks that big?” Stiles asked, kind of absentmindedly. 

Stiles could see by just the expression on Scott’s face that there was no reason to worry about finding condoms to fit a werewolf’s dick, because there was apparently no such thing as condoms when it came down to him and the werewolf in the woods. Stiles gasped overly dramatically. He just couldn’t believe it. Those embarrassingly awkward Sex-Ed classes in grades 5-8 apparently meant nothing to Scott. 

“Dude, please tell me that you haven’t been letting Mr. Bark n’ Fangs cruise down Scotty Street without an umbrella.” Stiles said.

“Uh, if that means letting him fuck me without using a condom, then uh, yeah, I guess.” Scott rubbed anxiously at the side of his neck, squinting to avoid the direct intensity from Stiles’ judgement. 

“Scott, but you’re like…totally packing pussy.” Stiles gestured down to Scott’s crotch where the noticeable lack of a bulge set him apart from most of the other guys in the school.

“Well, yeah. But I don’t have the kind of plumbing that lets me get pregnant.” Scott laughed, shoving playfully against Stiles’ shoulder.

“You don’t have the kind of plumbing that lets you get knocked up by regular dudes, but who even knows how a werewolf works?” Stiles finally arrived at his locker. He unzipped his backpack and traded his chemistry book for his calculus book. “What if he has some kind of crazy magical werewolf cum that can knock you up? Your mom would flip.”

“I think my mom would flip just knowing that I have sex.” Scott said. 

Stiles slammed his locker. The warning bell blared through the hallways. Class was about to begin and Stiles absolutely dreaded the puzzling torment of math that loomed ahead on his schedule. Scott was pretty lucky, however. He had swim class with all the hottest girls in the school—just soft, wet skin, skin-tight bathing suits, and the smell of perfume and chlorine. It’s too bad Scott was on the market for fur and eleven inches instead. 

“How about we hang out tomorrow night and make Tinder profiles.” Stiles suggested. 

“Can’t.” Scott said—sour and frustrated. 

“Why not?”

“It’s my mom’s birthday.” Scott said, not budging from the sour. 

“Uh, are you fighting with your mom or something?” Stiles eased. “Aren’t you supposed to be excited to celebrate her birthday?”

“I am excited!” Scott said. “But she’s inviting her dumb boyfriend over for the birthday dinner and I have to meet him.”

“So?” 

“So, it’s supposed to be just us. It’s been just us since I was like eight and now there’s a new guy getting thrown into the mix.” Scott whined. “I don’t want her dating some loser.”

“To be fair, I don’t think she’d approve of your dating preferences either, Scott.” Stiles laughed. “And how do you know if the dude is a loser? You’ve never met him before. Maybe he’s a total catch.”

“Oh, he’s a total loser, alright!” Scott reaffirmed. “He’s a fucking doctor on the other side of town. They bumped into each other at a stupid coffee shop and bonded over how they both work in the medical field.”

“Unless I’ve just entered Opposite Day City, a doctor doesn’t sound like a total loser.” Stiles chewed at his bottom lip, trying to ease Scott’s frustrations. “He’s probably rich. You can make his life hell and threaten to ruin his relationship with your mom unless he buys you things—like a new motocross bike! Or a boyfriend that isn’t totally covered in fur.”

“Fat chance.” Scott grumbled. “Not about the being rich part, the part about him being able to buy me a new boyfriend. He is rich. I googled his address. He lives in fucking Hollowridge Rivers, just outside the city.”

“Wowza! Lydia lives in that neighborhood.” Stiles said. “Those are million dollar homes. I wonder why he’s still single. Maybe he’s a serial killer on the down-low?” 

“As opposed to a serial killer not on the down-low?” Scott asked. “Don’t jinx my mom, Stiles. You know how bad she is at finding the right guy.” 

“Yeah…” Stiles sighed. 

“That’s part of the reason why I have to be supportive and not totally fuck this up for her. She might have finally found the guy that’s going to give her what she wants.”

“Aww, first comes Scotty’s new daddy, then comes the new little brother…” Stiles pinched at Scott’s cheek, making him smile and push away his hand. “Of course, said little brother will not be replacing me in the hierarchy. I can’t let that happen. It’ll damage my high-low self-esteem.”

“And we definitely wouldn’t want something like that to happen.” Scott laughed.

x

Scott was in the kitchen with a big stock pot of homemade marinara sauce on the stove. Spaghetti was a big deal in his house. It was the first thing that Scott really learned how to prepare all by himself back when he had to spend weekends at his dad’s house. Now, Scott cooked it for special occasions—spaghetti for distant cousin’s weddings, spaghetti for good grades on finals, spaghetti for his mom’s birthdays. And now, spaghetti for his mom’s birthday and meeting his mom’s new boyfriend. Scott swore that he was a full-blooded Italian in past life. 

“Scott, that smells amazing.” Melissa rounded the corner into the kitchen, fixing her earrings. “What did I ever do to deserve such a sweet son that goes out of his way to cook us dinner on my birthdays?”

Melissa pulled Scott’s face closer to hers so that she could kiss him on the cheek. Scott smiled, using his forearm to wipe away any lipstick that might have transferred onto his skin. She looked so happy and excited. It helped breeze away some of the gloom Scott had hanging over his head about his mother dating somebody new. 

“Uh, mom?” Scott said, noticing how his mom was all dressed up in her fancy date clothes, all except for the beat up old band t-shirt that she usually wore as pajamas. “Is your boyfriend a big fan of Culture Club or something? 

Scott pinched at the hem of the old shirt, bringing Melissa’s attention to it. If his mom was fine wearing an old t-shirt, Scott couldn’t help but feel overdressed. He actually took time to brush and gel his wild poofy mess of floppy hair and he definitely wasn’t wearing any of his old t-shirts. His favorite collared shirt and a pair of ironed jeans that didn’t have holes anywhere on the knees was definitely a step up from what he would’ve worn if he didn’t care about first impressions. 

“Shit…oh, jeez I forgot to change out of this after I finished with my makeup. Melissa gasped and started to scramble around right as the doorbell rang. “Oh great…”

The boyfriend was here.

“It’s okay, I’ll keep him company.” Scott offered, even though he so totally didn’t want to be alone with his mom’s new boyfriend. That shit was always so awkward. “Go back upstairs and change.”

“Okay, okay—It’ll just take a couple minutes.” Melissa hurriedly exited the kitchen. “And be nice to him!”

“No, I’m going to greet him with a good punch to the jaw.” Scott said sarcastically, which didn’t earn much of a smile from his anxious mother as she raced up the stairs. “Yeah, okay—of course I’ll be nice! Just hurry up before we eat without you.”

Scott checked himself out in the small mirror that was mounted to the wall next to the front door, just to make sure that he looked presentable. He had butterflies in his stomach, which made absolutely no sense because it wasn’t like he was going to be the one on a birthday date with the guy. He didn’t even know the guy’s name or what the guy looked like. For all he knew, the dude could be a total loser. 

“Oh…” Scott opened the door to meet his mother’s boyfriend. “…you’re not a loser.”

“I can’t say that I’ve ever been called that a day in my life.” The man on the front porch carried himself with a suave power that effortlessly radiated off him. 

“Yeah, I bet…” Scott said.

The guy was hot as fucking sex on a stick. From head to toe, just pure sex. He definitely looked like the kind of guy who never had to have a glow up because he probably just came out of the womb with that chiseled jawline of his, and those piercing green eyes, and that totally jacked body that Scott couldn’t help but stare at even through the well-tailored clothes that the man was wearing. The word “loser” was reserved for just about everybody else in the world except for the man that was currently standing right in front of Scott’s face. 

“Sorry, uh…I mean, you’re not an ugly loser. I mean, you’re totally hot. I mean, you’re very proportional and not a loser…my mom doesn’t call you that either, I was just worried that the guy she was dating would be ugly. And you’re not! So, hooray!” Scott cringed so hard that he thought maybe it would be better if he just pretended to pass out to avoid the embarrassment of saying anything further. 

“Hello, Scott.” The man smiled, offering out one of his hands. There was something in his eyes that called out to Scott. It almost felt familiar in a way, but Scott couldn’t put his finger on it. So he just shook the man’s hand and mentally kicked himself when he realized that even the man’s handshakes were perfect. “Melissa did say that you were a charmer.”

“Derek…hi…” Melissa’s voice called out from inside the house from where she was just getting down to the bottom step of the staircase, now dressed in the nice blouse that she picked out to wear instead of that old band shirt. 

Great. Even the man's name was sexy. Derek. Derek…hmm. Scott could moan that name and not even feel embarrassed. Not that he was thinking about moaning his mother’s boyfriend’s name. 

“Melissa! Happy Birthday!” Derek swung around the arm that he had tucked behind his back, presenting a gorgeous bouquet of bright red roses. “You look beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you.” Melissa laughed, stepping up to where Derek was standing on the porch. They warmly embraced, sharing a quick kiss between one another. “I try.”

“I’ve learned two things so far tonight—that your street doesn’t offer that much parking and that I don’t look like a loser.” Derek said, finally stepping inside as he followed Melissa’s lead.

“Somebody called you a loser?” Melissa asked, laughing dorkily. Scott was so glad that he got his awkwardness from his mother. It really was charming. 

“Well, I got called a ‘hot’ loser, so I think that helps.” Derek laughed, shooting a knowing wink over to where Scott was busy shutting the door. 

Scott hid his face and blushed. He couldn’t tell if Derek was trying to get him in trouble or play with him. Obviously, he was just being friendly and making small talk to defuse a slightly awkward situation. But oh damn, oh shit, oh fuck, Scott definitely wanted Derek to play with him…

“Your home is lovely.” Derek said, taking off his coat. He draped it over one of the backs of the dining table’s chairs.

Scott watched from the other side of the table, trying not to stare as hard as he knew that he was already doing. Derek removing his coat was such a simple thing to do, but it really showed off the man’s body. Despite wearing a shirt, it was tight. Like, really, really tight. He was wearing a short-sleeved, collared button-up shirt—black and made of some kind of silk, maybe? It looked really soft to the touch and clung ridiculously to every ridge and bounce of the man’s muscles underneath. Scott could literally see each one of the man’s abs. He could see the man’s pecs jutting out. Worse, Scott could even see a tuft of black chest hair puffing out from the neckline. 

Derek seemed like he was hairy. The obvious chest hair was one thing, but Derek’s forearms were all pretty hairy. And he had a beard, too. It was nicely shaped up to define an already perfectly sharp jawline. The longer Scott thought about it, the more he realized that he was just standing there in the middle of the dining room mentally undressing his mother’s new boyfriend and imagining his hairy chest and hairy abs and hairy cock and hairy ass cheeks…

“Scott—? Yoo-hoo, Earth-to-Scott?” Melissa snapped her fingers. How long had she been calling his attention?

“S—sorry, what?” Scott said, blushing slightly as he turned his attention back over to where his mother was staring at him. Derek was staring at him too, but in a different kind of way—those heavy eyebrows and piercing eyes looking straight into his soul like he could read his naughty thoughts. “I, uh, just kind of lost myself for a second.”

“I was asking if dinner is ready.” Melissa laughed.

“Oh, right! Yeah, it’s just about done.” Scott livened up. 

“Scott has a way in the kitchen.” Melissa joked, turning back to Derek. “Well, when he’s not eating me out of house and home.”

“I hope you’re a spaghetti kind of guy.” Scott said.

“Oh, I’m an anything kind of guy.” Derek said. “I love to eat.”

Scott was delusional. He knew that already. And he was getting wet. He knew that already, too. But he swore there was just the faintest emphasis on the words “anything” and “eat” when Derek said them. Surely, he was mistaken, because that was flirting. Right? Right! But then again, Scott was a boyfriend-less hormonal high school senior and Derek was hot as fuck, so naturally, anything that came out the man’s mouth was going to register as being flirty in Scott’s mind. 

“Derek, do you want to help Scott in the kitchen?” Melissa asked, rubbing softly at the man’s arm. “I’ll get the table ready.”

“Sure.” Derek smiled softly. 

As Melissa got the place settings together back in the dining room, Scott and Derek stepped into the kitchen. It was a tight alley-style kitchen, dimly lit by the warm bulb underneath the hood vent of the stove. Oddly enough, it felt both cozy and intimate, two things that made it even harder for Scott to focus as he shared the space with Derek. 

“It smells delicious.” Derek said, meeting Scott’s eyes. For just a second, Scott swore that Derek eyed down to his crotch where he was lucky enough to not be built like all the other boys in school, otherwise Derek would definitely see a big boner in his jeans. “Can I have a taste?”

“A taste of what?” Scott asked, flustered because that look in Derek’s eyes was so intense. Scott felt like he was catching a fever. 

“Your sauce.” Derek said, shifting his attention over to where the big stock pot was simmering with heavy red sauce. 

“Oh, yeah—totally.” Scott hurriedly grabbed a new spoon from a drawer and scooped down into the big pot, accidentally burning himself when he half dunked his pinkie alongside the spoon. “Uh, try it. And please like it. It’s okay to lie if you don’t.” Scott laughed awkwardly, holding up the spoon to Derek’s face. 

Derek nodded and craned slightly forward, taking the spoon into his mouth even as he kept direct eye contact with Scott. He hummed, slurping the sauce onto his tongue like a rich soup. Clearly enjoying himself and enjoying the flavor. Scott blinked slowly, chewing at his bottom lip as he got lost in the way Derek licked once more at the spoon and then casually licked at where there was a little bit of sauce on Scott’s pinkie finger. 

“That’s good.” Derek said. “That’s really good. Your mom’s right. You do have a way.”

Jesus Christ. 

Scott was actually pretty sure that he was going to soak through the front of his jeans by the end of the dinner if he didn’t get a handle on himself. Derek was just being nice! He wasn’t flirting. He was just hot, so anything he said and did looked hot and flirty. But Scott was definitely going to hang onto that millisecond of Derek’s tongue on his finger for later. He already knew it was getting filed and saved into his mental spank bank folder and the delusion was telling him that Derek somehow knew that, too.

Chapter 2: Scotty Street

Summary:

Derek loves Scott's sauce. Scott visits "Scotty Street".

“And then I told her, I said, listen—Paracetamol is Acetaminophen, honey.” Derek laughed loudly, earning a hearty laugh from Melissa, as well. It was some sort of medical humor that apparently doctors and nurses found hysterical. Scott didn’t get the joke. 

The spaghetti dinner seemed to go over well. Scott did his best to eat like a proper adult, no slurping and no twisting his fork around and around until it was wrapped with a tennis ball sized wad of spun up noodles. The conversation at the table was light and easy to digest. It made things far less awkward for Scott, being third wheel and all. 

Derek tried his best to make him feel included in everything him and Melissa chatted about, sometimes even going as far as to shoot him looks from across the table that were most likely meant to be some kind of cue for Scott to jump into the conservation with some kind of input so that he wasn’t just sitting there in silence. But every time that Derek looked at him, Scott felt his heart tick up a notch in speed. He knew that Derek was trying to be kind and acknowledge his presence at the table, but Scott couldn’t help but interpret some of Derek’s looks as pure sex eyes. 

“You know, Scott is actually thinking about studying to become a doctor next fall when he starts college.” Melissa said, taking a small sip of her wine.  

“Really?” Derek said, looking over to Scott for an answer. There went those sex eyes again and a slight smirk that tugged at the corner of Derek’s lips. “Tell me more about that, Scott.”

“Well, I’m not thinking about being a doctor. I’m thinking about studying to be a veterinarian.” Scott laughed softly, stabbing his fork into his plateful of noodles. 

Scott couldn’t help but feel shy. He was so put on the spot and he knew that he’d have to answer Derek. Answering Derek meant looking at Derek and every time Scott looked at Derek, his body did things all by itself. Like licking at his lips. It made him look like he wasn’t thinking about anything other than kissing the damn man. And sure, maybe that was a thought that crossed his mind about a dozen times throughout the dinner as he watched Derek slurp noodles of spaghetti and thumb tiny droplets of sauce away from his own lips. 

“It’s a good thing veterinarians are doctors.” Derek said warmly. “Melissa told me that you work part-time at the local animal clinic. You must have a heart for the noble beast.”

“Yeah, totally.” Scott said. “Beasts are my jam.”

Something weird happened. A trick of the low light in the dining room. Scott could have sworn that he briefly saw Derek’s eyes flicker bright red. The werewolf that Scott snuck out of the house to fuck in the middle of the night had eyes that did that. Scott merely accepted that he was losing his mind. Maybe the fact that he wanted to fuck Derek was bleeding into his love for fucking that giant furry beast out by the creek—morphing the two into one power fantasy. Because as far as he knew, Derek was definitely not a werewolf. He was sitting right there, right across from him at the table, definitely human and definitely not furry. Well, unless you counted the chest hair that Scott really couldn’t stop stealing peaks from throughout dinner. 

“Oh—shit…” Scott spooked himself by staring too long and too hard into Derek’s eyes, causing him to drop his fork. It fell to the ground and clattered as it rolled underneath the table. “I got it, don’t worry…and I’ll get that stain out of the rug, Mom.”

Scott rolled out of his chair and crawled underneath the table to fetch his fork, letting Derek and Melissa continue on with giddy conversation about their likes and dislikes regarding some of the new movies that were playing at the local theater. Scott was just about to grab his fork when he realized that Derek’s crotch was right there, right in front of him. He couldn’t resist taking a long, hard stare, because wow, the man was definitely hung. Scott could see the bulge in the crotch of the man’s nicely pressed black pants. It made his cunt twinge just a little…well, actually a lot. Was Derek sent here to destroy him? Because the man was hitting home runs all night in terms of pressing all of Scott’s horny buttons. 

As if almost aware that Scott had his eyes on his package, Derek began to slowly palm at himself from underneath the table. One hand, cupped between his thighs—rolling the heel of his palm against where his bulge was visibly beginning to grow and tighten the front of his already tight pants. What the fuck…Scott just couldn’t believe his eyes. What was Derek doing? Was it the wine? Was it the clever little conversation from out and underneath the table that continued on between Derek and Melissa? Nothing that either of them were saying sounded even remotely erotic or even vaguely suggestive, but Derek was touching himself anyways. Was he doing it for Scott’s benefit? 

Scott reclaimed his dropped fork, making the decision that it was best to come up from under the table even though all he wanted to do was sit there and continue to stare as Derek touched himself. After all, that would’ve been the smart thing to do. The responsible thing. Yet, Scott found himself staying put under the table for a little while longer. Even worse, he found himself actually reaching out to lay a tentative hand into where Derek’s cock was now actively straining against the seams of his pants from where it was laying sideways against his thigh, twitching and making Scott’s pussy drool inside his boxers from just visuals alone. 

“What am I doing?” Scott whispered to himself, trying to fight the urge to keep touching. But almost as if Derek heard him, the man slowly began to grind his hips forward into Scott’s palm. “Fuck, I really shouldn’t be doing this…”

Scott was so fucked—in the head and just in life, in general. He knew that he was probably going to have to pay for it one day. Probably in Hell. But for the time he had on earth, right there under the table, Scott put all worries aside and continued to squeeze and rub at his mother’s new boyfriend’s bulge. Eventually, Derek’s hand actually slid back down into the picture. His hand grabbed hold of Scott’s, guiding Scott to the right areas to touch and actively helping guide the speed in which the boy did it. In barely any time at all, Derek and Scott were actively working together as a unit, poised to help Derek actually get off while he kept up the innocent conversation and friendly chatter with Melissa above the table.  

“Ouch.” Scott bumped his head against the underside of the table, wincing in pain as he ripped his hand away from Derek’s glorious bulge so that he could rub at his head. “Dammit…”

“Scott?” Melissa called out. She ducked to look underneath the table where Scott was rubbing furiously at his head, eyes stinging with tears. “Are you okay?”

“Y—yeah.” Scott crawled back out and reclaimed his seat, clanking his dirty fork onto the table. He avoided Derek’s eyes like the plague, but Scott could feel them on him. Just like he could still feel the phantom heat of Derek’s dick burning against his palm. “Maybe we should get a softer table, Mom.”

“Oh, Scott. You gotta be more careful.” Melissa insisted. 

“Do you want me to take a look?” Derek asked, offering a tone of voice that sounded like he wanted to be helpful. “Just to check to make sure you’re not bleeding or anything?”

“No! No, I mean, I’m good…” Scott quickly jutted out his hand to show that there was no blood on his fingers from rubbing at his head. “I’m just going to have a bulge…I mean, bruise for a while…”

“Well, if you don’t need any emergency stitches…” Derek helped ease the tension with a soft laugh, turning his attention back over to Melissa. “I think we should get going. The movie’s going to start in an hour.” 

“You guys are going to catch a movie?” Scott asked, still wincing slightly as he held the top of his head. “Anything good?”

“Second Chance Serenade.” Melissa said. “I thought it looked cute.”

“Did you want to come with us, Scott?” Derek asked.

Scott only briefly considered it. Sitting next to Derek in a dark theater would certainly invite dirty things. Scott could feel it in his bones. And just going off the spicy gleam in Derek’s eyes as he suggested Scott come with them, Scott was fairly certain that the man felt it in his bones, too. But it was still his mom’s birthday and he already damned himself to the pits of Hell by feeling up on her man’s big dick right under her nose. Tagging along with their date to the movies would’ve just made him seem like a total dick. 

“Nah, doesn’t sound like my kind of thing.” Scott laughed awkwardly. He noticed that both of Derek’s hands were now above the table and couldn’t help but wonder if the dude’s dick was all lonely, still hard as a rock underneath the table. “You guys go have fun!”

“Well, okay then.” Melissa laughed, standing up from the table. Derek did the same, but Scott immediately caught the way that Derek stood with his body slightly angled away, one of his arms conveniently draped in front of where he was still so obviously hard and big as fuck. “I’ll go get my coat.”

Melissa trotted back upstairs to fetch her coat and probably do some touch ups on her makeup, leaving Scott downstairs with the elephant trunk in the room. Scott stood awkwardly, figuring that maybe he should just start cleaning the table of all of the dishes and empty glasses, but then Derek rounded the table’s edge and walked straight over to where he was standing. 

“I just want to make sure everything’s alright with that bump on your head, Scott.” Derek said, talking casually as he came up to stand directly behind Scott. He tilted Scott’s head down just to help him get a better look, brushing softly through the boy’s hair to see if he could see anything on the scalp. “My doctor’s conscience wouldn’t let me just leave without checking first.”

“Oh, well okay.” Scott said, letting Derek’s soft fingers gently part his hair. It felt normal at first, but then Scott felt Derek press tighter up against his back—that big boner showing Scott just who was still big and hard and needy. “Uh, my mom is totally upstairs and totally going to come back down here in like thirty seconds.”

“I’m just making sure everything’s on the up and up.” Derek said. 

He sounded casual, but Scott could feel that big dick pushing hard against him from behind. It was so wrong, but Scott actually craved it. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing back into that solid heat. Derek removed his hands from Scott’s hair and put them both on the boy’s slender hips, holding him gently and letting Scott do most of the work in terms of grinding back against Derek’s crotch. 

Then out of nowhere, one of Derek’s hands slowly eased around to the front of Scott’s jeans. It slipped inside, right down the front, right down underneath Scott’s boxers. Holy shit. Scott couldn’t stop the moan that fell out of his mouth as he felt Derek’s fingers easily glided against his wetness, slipping through his folds and curving at least two of his fingers into Scott’s tight pussy with not even the slightest recoil upon not finding what most guys had packing between their legs? Had Derek known that he had a pussy there instead?

“Ah, I thought so.” Derek hummed, craning his head down to softly nuzzle the side of Scott’s neck. His fingers slipped out of Scott’s tightness and found their way to work over the boy’s clit with rogue circles that made Scott’s knees buckle. “I just had to see for myself.”

“Derek…” Scott tried not to make too much noise. He could hear his mother shutting cabinets and drawers from her upstairs bathroom. She was finishing up with makeup retouches and would be coming back downstairs. “She’s coming…”

“So are you.” Derek’s voice rumbled like an engine on a hot summer night, making Scott’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he swiveled his hips and helped up the stimulation from Derek’s slow-working fingers. “Better hurry.”

“It’s not—oh god—just a button you can press and I immediately see sparks, you have to…fuck, oh fuck…” Scott trailed off, feeling the pressure begin to flicker and build right where Derek’s fingers were working his pussy in insufferably slow circles. 

“Are you seeing sparks yet, Scott?” Derek asked, kissing hard at the crook of Scott’s neck. 

“Y—yes, oh god, yes I’m gonna cum, holy shit, you’re gonna make me cum, don’t stop, please, don’t stop…” Scott was almost there, hanging on the edge of the most delicious release. The pressure intensifying tenfold, feeling his juices begin to ease the crime of Derek’s fingertips. He was actually going to cum. He was actually going to lose his mind…

“Okay! Let’s hit the road.” Melissa ventured back down the stairs, wearing her coat and carrying her purse. “Traffic’s always a nightmare downtown at this time in the evening, so we better hurry if we want to find good parking.”

“Sure thing, honey.” Derek removed his hand from the front of Scott’s pants, fingers dripping hot with Scott’s juices. 

“But…but…” Scott couldn’t even find his words. He was still there, right on the edge, mere seconds away from going full atom bomb. But without the delicious work from Derek’s fingers, Scott was just left standing there—slightly unsteady on his feet, red in the face, fingers all jittery. 

“Melissa, I really do gotta hand it to Scott.” Derek popped two of his fingers into his mouth as he kept a calm and casual demeanor, swinging his coat up from where he had placed it on the back of his chair at the dining table. “His sauce really is amazing. I truly can’t get enough of it.”

“I’ve told him a million times that he could bottle it and make a fortune.” Melissa laughed, completely unaware that Derek had a totally different recipe on his fingers as he popped them into his mouth one-by-one, pretending like he was just getting rid of spaghetti sauce. 

“Yeah…I guess.” Scott swallowed hard, feeling his orgasm slip away. He tried to regain control of his limbs, but his legs were still shaky and slow on the uptake. 

“Scott? Are you feeling okay, baby?” Melissa asked, coming over to lay a hand over where Scott’s forehead was slightly damp with sweat and just as flushed as the rest of his face. “We can stay in if you’re not feeling well.”

“No, no I’m fine.” Scott settled her worries, brushing her hand away from his forehead. “You guys go have fun and see the movie. I’ll just hangout here.”

“Well, okay.” Melissa said, kissing Scott on the cheek. “We’ll be out pretty late. It’s still a school night, so don’t get any funny ideas about staying up all night playing video games.”

“Totally won’t do that.” Scott joked, rolling his eyes. 

Derek put on his coat and buttoned up. He walked back around to where Scott was standing. For a second, Scott’s heart jumped into his throat with excitement, thinking that Derek was going to finish the job and help him splashdown in his pants, until he realized that his mom was standing right there. Instead, Derek just held out his hand for a shake—the same hand that he had just used to almost push Scott over a cliff into Orgasm Bay. 

“It was truly nice to meet you, Scott.” Derek said, shaking Scott’s hand. 

“Yeah, you too.” Scott said, seeing that burning flame of lust still gleaming in the man’s eyes. He wanted him. He wanted him so fucking bad. “Have fun at the movies.”

As soon as Scott heard the deadbolt lock, Scott sprinted upstairs to his bedroom. He had his shirt unbuttoned in record speed, kicking off his sneakers. His skin felt like it was tingling all over. He needed his hands on his pussy and he needed to imagine that they belonged to Derek. Pants unbuckled and tugged down his hairy legs, the only thing that stood between Scott and a sweet, sweet crashing orgasm was his boxers—which were already so fucking soaked on the front that Scott could probably wring them out and fill a drinking glass. 

“Holy shit. Scott moaned, slinking his tight boxers down his legs and kicking them away. He felt electric. His fingers were tingling with the energy that Derek built up and then left for him to take care of by himself. 

Finally, Scott threw himself back onto his bed, fully naked. The moonlight poured into the room from the window above his bed, drenching his body with moody light as he plunged two of his fingers between his legs and eagerly began to finger himself with hungry splashes of pussy juices slicking the way. 

“Fuck me…” Scott moaned, free to be as loud as he wanted. It was just him and his fingers. He touched himself so deeply, tossing his head back into the fluff of his pillows as he curled his fingers just the way that he liked to do. His hips canted up into the touch, needy and wet, just waiting to splash. “Derek…fuck, Derek keep touching me like that.”

The fantasy was hot. Even hotter knowing that it was less of a fantasy and more of a reality. His mother’s boyfriend actually did touch him. And he touched the man’s big boner underneath the table, too. They touched each other. They wanted each other. 

The messy squelches of Scott’s fingers plunging into his tight cunt sounded like a goddamn orchestra to his ears. The high, breathy pitch of his moans made him sound soft and small. But the thumping of his heartbeat and the sound of his pussy eating his fingers made him sound like a beautiful thunderstorm. He writhed into his mattress, clenching one of his fists into his sheets as he kept his eyes shut and just simply imagined. 

Derek, his body—taking off that tight shirt that he was wearing at dinner. All of those muscles, no doubt covered in fur. Scott imagined running his fingers through the hair and kissing the man on his lips, tasting him and all of that strong, manly heat. Just below the man’s belt was that cock. Scott touched it, squeezing it, feeling it burn against his palm through the man’s pants. And Derek had enjoyed it enough to even help guide Scott’s touch with his own. Is that how he liked to be touched? Slowly and under the nose of the women he dated? That was dirty. That was hot. Scott thought back to hearing Derek carry on a casual, innocent conversation with his mom while he was being touched. Was that the kind of man Derek really was? Getting close to her so that he could get close to him? 

Scott slipped his fingers out of his pussy, now dripping wet and sticky with his juices. He targeted his clit, hard and punishing, far less brilliant and soft like Derek was touching him back downstairs. But Scott was pushing through his frustration about not getting to cum. In his mind, he imagined Derek being rougher with him—holding him down, legs forcibly held open, using his fingers to almost violently pull orgasms from him even as he begged Derek to slow down and let him catch his breath. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, Derek.” Scott moaned, grinding hard into his fingers. His toes curled into his blankets from where he was laying on top of his bed, sweating under the moonlight from his window. “Fuck, right there…don’t stop, Derek. Oh god, oh god, oh fuck—”

A hot splash struck against Scott’s hand, prompting him to cry out and writhe even harder into his touch. He continued rubbing hard circles at his clit even as his orgasm overpowered him, splashing around and soaking everything in his immediate vicinity. But his orgasms came in waves. When one was done, Scott pushed harder for another one. So he didn’t stop. He continued abusing his hot clit, feeling it pulsing against from where his fingers overstimulated the fuck out of it. Finally, Scott broke down into sobs—tears of pleasure streaming down his face as he worked and pushed and forced his tight pussy to unleash an even fiercer orgasm than before. 

“Ahhh, ah ah fuck me, holy f—fuck, fuck me…” Scott couldn’t catch his breath, but the idea of Derek’s fingers touching him remained strong. He could do it again. A third one. He could feel it hanging in the balance as Scott bit into his bottom lip and thrust wildly into the touch of his hand. 

Scott was soaking into his mattress now. He knew that, but he couldn’t stop. He felt too good. Derek felt too good. Another orgasm, even hotter and messier than the last came quickly—causing Scott to go lightheaded as he scrambled his fingers against his clit and squirted out harder than he ever remembered being able to do. The first gush splashed freely across his bedroom, hitting where his computer screen was sitting at his desk across from his bed. But Scott repositioned his hand, holding down against the consecutive pulses of hot pussy juice so that it just slashed against his fingers and palms and soaked against his skin, rather than things he didn’t want sticky. 

Scott laid there on his bed in a puddle of his own juices, soaked to the bone with the hot scent of his own love. He caught his breath, which was messy and ragged. The lower half of his body kept convulsing. His fingertips ached. His pussy feebly leaked with more juices that ran down his beautiful folds, down between his thighs, and back to where his asshole kept fluttering from how overstimulated he felt. 

Just then, his phone started to vibrate with the personalized buzz - buzz - tap - buzz - tap vibration that he set for Stiles. Refusing to budge from where he was laid out on his bed, Scott reached over to his bed side table and grabbed his phone, accepting the call and shakily raising the phone up to his ear. 

“What’s up?” Scott said, trying to steady his breathing. But he couldn’t manage sounding normal enough as to not let Stiles immediately figure out what he just got done doing. 

“You totally visited Scott Street, didn’t you?” Stiles laughed loudly from the other end of the line. “Or, wait—are you visiting Scott Street right now? At this very moment? As we speak? Scotty, how dirty of you.”

“No, just left.” Scott laughed lightly, swallowing hard. “Made three trips around the block, though.”

“Wow, what got you all worked up?” Stiles asked. “Not the birthday spaghetti, I hope. Otherwise I’m jealous. Your spaghetti didn’t do that to me when you made it for my birthday dinner.”

“Dude, it was Derek.” Scott said, closing his eyes for a second to visualize Derek’s face. “I’m in so much trouble.”

“Uh, who the fuck is Derek?” Stiles asked. 

Chapter 3: Away Game

Summary:

Derek doesn't want Scott to miss his shot at First Line.

“I can’t believe you fucked your mom’s hot doctor boyfriend.” Stiles laughed.

Scott and Stiles were sitting at one of the tables in the library. They were supposed to be buried in their books, repenting for their sins because the little trip to the library wasn’t a fun activity they picked for themselves. It was lunch detention for getting too rowdy during chemistry class. 

“Jeez, can you say that any louder, Stiles?” Scott glanced around the room to see if anybody heard, but the library was pretty empty for the most part and all of the people who willingly spent their lunch in the library were too snooty to involve themselves in eavesdropping gossip. “I don’t need the whole school to know.”

“Well, if we’re being honest, between getting fucked by a giant werewolf a couple times a week and you fucking your mom’s hot boyfriend, the boyfriend thing is pretty normal.” Stiles said, dipping one of his chicken tenders into a cup of barbecue sauce. “So, tell me again how it happened.”

“I’ve told you like four times already.” Scott said, rolling his eyes. “How many more times do you need to hear it?”

“It turns me on.” Stiles shrugged. “So, at least a couple dozen more times should do the trick.”

“Last time, freak.” Scott rocked back in his chair, sipping from his chocolate milk carton. 

“Okay, but make it good.” Stiles said. 

“I dropped my fork.” Scott started to tell the story for the umpteenth time, detailing how he dropped his fork and dipped underneath the table and saw Derek’s boner and touched it and then smacked his head like an idiot. 

“And he just, like, helped you touch him?” Stiles asked. “Like, he liked you touching his boner?”

“Well, yeah.” Scott said. “I mean, don’t most guys with dicks like getting their boners touched?” 

“Yeah.” Stiles couldn’t help but pinch at where his own dick was starting to stir in his jeans. “Okay, talk about the part where he puts his hands down your pants and touches you. That’s my favorite part!”

“He put his hands down my pants and touched me.” Scott deadpanned, adding no more bonus flair to any of his words. 

“Crazy…” Stiles finished off his tenders and clapped away the crumbs from his fingertips. “I’m so jealous.”

“What—? Dude, I let you touch it before.” Scott crossed his arms. “Remember? When you shucked your pants down one time because we wanted to compare sizes and you didn’t know I didn’t have a dick yet.”

“I’m not jealous that he got to touch your pussy, dude.” Stiles laughed. “I’m jealous because it’s totally unfair that you get to live the whole ‘my mom is dating a hot guy that totally wants to bang me’ fantasy.” 

“You want your dad to date a hot guy that wants to bang you?” Scott raised his eyebrow.

“No, I just tailored the pronouns to fit your circumstances.” Stiles said, silently asking if he could finish off the tenders that Scott wasn’t bothering to touch on his own styrofoam tray. Scott nodded and let Stiles go ham. “I’m saying, I fucking wish my dad would date a hot mommy that wants me bad.”

The librarian passed by their table, giving Stiles a nasty look of judgment as she tipped up her nose at his immature pornographic fantasies. Stiles squeaked out an innocent smile and jokingly offered her own of his chicken tenders, but she just continued walking while Scott blushed and wanted to hide his face in embarrassment. 

“You watch too much porn.” Scott laughed. “Even the librarian thinks so.”

“I can just imagine it now…” Stiles got all dramatic and stared off into the distance as he painted the picture with his mind. “How about blond hair, perfect lips, giant tits…the lottery jackpot in human form! I wouldn’t just drop my fork under the table, Scott. I’d throw that fucker down just for the excuse.”

“Woah, dude.” Scott laughed. “Why don’t you climb out from under the table and enroll in some feminist study for your first semester at college?”

“Sounds awesome.” Stiles said. “What classes are you planning on signing up for? Monster Fucking 101?”

“That’s cold.” Scott laughed. “But I’d totally ace that class.”

Stiles laughed, prompting the librarian from across the room to loudly shush him into laughing only moderately softer. The bell dismissal rang, which was way louder than his laughing, but Stiles didn’t care enough to actually argue the point. He simply grabbed his backpack and his empty food tray, following Scott out into the main hallway towards their next class. 

“So, are you going to do it again?” Stiles asked. His eyes burned with the need to get an answer.

“Huh? Do what? Drop my fork again the next time my mom invites Derek over for spaghetti?” Scott tossed his trashed lunch into a garbage can and carried on with the conversation. “I really hope not, actually. It was a major pain in the ass to scrub that marinara sauce stain out of the rug.”

“No, I mean are you going to find a way to get him in your pants again?” Stiles bumped Scott with his shoulder as they walked to fifth period Biology. 

“Uh, I dunno, man.” Scott absentmindedly palmed down at his crotch, feeling his pussy give a strong flutter inside of his jeans just at the thought of Derek’s hand actually touching him again. “It’s not like I was really trying that hard to get that to happen the first time.”

“You should invite him to our big away game at Devenford Prep.” Stiles tapped Scott on the shoulder. “You know what always turns on hot guys that want to bang their girlfriend’s hot son? Watching that hot son kick some prissy douchebag prep boy ass in lacrosse!”

“My mom’s driving us to that game.” Scott said. “Don’t you think it’d be awkward if I invited Derek to come? You’d be sitting in the backseat pretending like you don’t know he wants to fuck your best friend.”

“You’re kinda selling me on it, Scotty. And I’m the one who came up with the idea.” Stiles jut out his crotch, showing off where he was starting to bulge a little bit at the thought. “See, look! Already pitching a tent. Do it, invite stepdaddy Derek!”

“He is not my stepdad!” Scott barked like an angry, embarrassed child. 

“But you want him to beeeeeeee!” Stiles mocked in a sing-song tone of voice, pushing Scott past the threshold of their biology class doorway.

x

“Mom, are you serious? That’s so unfair!” Scott whined, squeezing his phone tightly in his hand as he tried to digest the bad news. “I’m playing first line. The rest of the guys are counting on me to be there.”

“And me!” Stiles yelled out from a distance, laying upside down on the large beanbag chair that Scott had tucked into a corner in his bedroom. 

“Well, not as much for him…but for me, Mom—! I’m playing first line!” Scott said. “You said you’d get Deborah to cover your shift so you could drive us to the game.”

“Scott, I’m so sorry. You know that I wouldn’t do this on purpose, but Deborah went into labor last night and I couldn’t get anybody else to cover for me.” Melissa explained. “Doesn’t Stiles have his jeep out of the shop yet?”

“He did get it out of the shop…” Scott grimaced, looking over to where Stiles tried his best to look all innocent. “And then he drove it into a ditch on the way back home from the shop. So now it’s back in the shop and my motocross bike maxes out at twenty-five miles per hour. It’s a two hour drive to Devenford! We’d never make it in time.”

“Okay, listen. I’m going to try to figure something out, Scott.” Melissa said, but Scott didn’t even bother trying to remain hopeful. “What time does the game at Devenford start?”

“At six.” Scott groaned. “So we’d need to literally leave in an hour in order to get there on time.” 

“Let me try to see if I can pull some strings here.” Melissa said. “I’ll call you back in a few, okay?”

“Okay…” Scott couldn’t hide the dejected tone of his voice as he disconnected the call. 

Stiles tried his best to be supportive, but he was Stiles fucking Stilinski. He didn’t really do great in that area of expertise. So instead of trying to comfort Scott by telling him that everything was going to be okay, he somersaulted backwards off the beanbag chair and hopped up onto his feet like a circus acrobat. And when that didn’t put a smile on Scott’s face, Stiles tried to “cheer” Scott up by offering some good ol’ fashion advice. 

“Ehh, first line isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, anyways.” Stiles said. “Take it from me!”

“Stiles, you’ve never played first line.” Scott squinted his eyes into harsh judgemental lines. “You barely ever even get called off the bench.”

“Okay, wow—that’s like a knife to the heart.” Stiles held up his hands in a playful surrender kind of way. “What did I ever do to deserve this kind of cruelty from you, Scott?”

“Just—stop, dude.” Scott spun around and smashed his face into his pillows, sealing himself off from the rest of the disappointment of the world. “I’m not in the mood for witty.”

Forty minutes later, Scott stopped whining and just fell asleep—face still smashed into his pillow. Stiles found entertainment on Scott’s old Gameboy. But then the doorbell downstairs roused Scott from his moody nap. Scott dragged his feet, but made it downstairs and opened the door to see who it was. He hoped that it was his mom and that she somehow lost her house keys, but figured out a way to get somebody to cover her shift so that they could get to the game. 

“Derek?” Scott said. 

“Ohhh, so this is Derek?” Stiles came stomping down the staircase, all giddy to see the guy that his best friend was so wet for. Sure enough, Derek fit the bill. Tall, handsome, some scruff, lots of muscles. Stiles got the picture. 

“I, uh—sorry, my mom’s not here.” Scott said, trying to keep his cool. But Derek was dressed in a tight black polo shirt and dark jeans. A leather wrist watch clasped around the muscle of his hairy forearm. Those fingers…looked nice and thick. Scott could only think about them entering him. 

“Oh, I know. She called me and asked if I could drive you and your friend to your game out of town.” Derek said. 

“Seriously? It’s two hours out of the way.” Scott said, rubbing anxiously at the side of his own neck as he tried to keep his eyes focused onto Derek’s face instead of wandering elsewhere. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to.” Derek said, glancing over Scott’s shoulder to where Stiles was standing back and just staring. “Uh, hey…you must be Stiles?” 

“Hi.” Stiles waved. “Sooo, you got a thing for my boy, huh?”

“Dude…” Scott cried out, almost blushing by how freely Stiles liked to open his big mouth. 

“What?” Stiles shrugged. “I get it. He’s a dilf.”

“I actually don’t have kids.” Derek laughed, stepping inside the house. 

“No? Well, that’s okay because Scotty can’t wait for you to marry his mommy.” Stiles joked. 

“Dude!” Scott said again. 

“So…I hope you guys are already packed because we really need to hit the road.” Derek changed the conversation. “It’s going to be a long drive.”

Twenty minutes into the drive, Stiles was already bored out of his mind. He sat in the back of Derek’s cool black sports car, tracing his fingers against the stitching of the leather seats in an effort to keep himself entertained. But really, there was so much tension in the air and nobody in the front seat was making their move. Stiles thought that maybe he’d get front row tickets to a little show, but Derek was keeping his hands at “10 and “2 and Scott had both of his hands in his lap, sitting in the passenger seat.

The radio was pretty low. Soft rock played. So Derek was a soft rock kind of guy? That was cool. Actually, it was kinda hot if Scott wanted to think about it. Sitting there in the passenger seat, rubbing his hands against his thighs and the soft mesh of his lacrosse uniform shorts, Scott could imagine Derek taking his pussy for the first time to those kinds of tunes playing. It was an oddly erotic fantasy that Scott never really knew that he had until the songs were playing and the tension between him and Derek grew stronger without any words being exchanged. 

“Thanks again.” Scott said—finally breaking the silence. Stiles perked up in the backseat, hoping for something good. 

“You’re a good kid.” Derek said, landing his hand down onto Scott’s thigh and giving a comforting squeeze in a fatherly kind of way. “Melissa knew this was important to you boys and didn’t want to disappoint.”

“Yeah, it is.” Scott said, unable to escape his wandering thoughts as Derek’s hand stayed holding onto his thigh as he started casually drumming his fingers. “I get to play first line. It’s kind of a big deal.”

“That’s great, Scott.” Derek said, smiling over to where Scott was sitting. “We’re going to have to celebrate after the game.”

“But what if we lose?” Stiles joked. 

“That’s a big fat ‘no celebratory ice cream sundaes’ for either of you if that’s the case.” Derek laughed slightly, obviously joking. He received short laughs from both of the boys. “Scott, do you like ice-cream?”

“Ice-cream? Yeah, it bangs.” Scott said. 

“What do you like about it?” Derek asked. 

“Uh, besides it tasting amazing, I don’t know…” Scott tried to think of the answer that Derek was clearly pushing him into making, but he couldn’t really find anything. 

“I like ice-cream, too.” Derek said. The hand that he had placed onto Scott’s thigh started to climb, higher up the boy’s leg until he could playfully finger underneath the bottom hem of the leg of Scott’s maroon lacrosse shorts. “It’s easy. Really only takes your tongue to enjoy it. Can get pretty messy if you have fun with it, though.”

“Yeah.” Scott felt a little hot under the collar. Derek’s finger was messing around with his shorts in a very simple way that was doing just enough to make Scott’s stomach start doing flips. 

“Do you get messy?” Derek asked. 

“Sometimes, I guess.”

“How messy?” 

“Dunno. Guess it depends.” Scott shrugged. 

“Do you think you’d get messy if I ate it like I eat ice-cream?” Derek glanced over to Scott, eyes shining with a dark intensity that made Scott shift around in the passenger seat. 

“Uhh, how do you eat ice-cream?” 

“Pretty slow.” Derek said, trading the position that his hand had on Scott’s thigh for the waistline of the boy’s shorts. He slowly eased his hand down below, under the shorts and under the tight athletic boxers that Scott was wearing for the game. “I savor it. I like it when it starts to melt for me on my tongue. I like how it drips the more you lick it.”

“I—uh, shit…” Scott was at a loss for words. Derek’s hand was now fully tucked into his boxers, with those powerful fingers back circling at his clit—unbearably slow, like syrup in snow. Scott tried to keep his composure, realizing that his best friend was most definitely sitting back and listening and seeing everything that was happening in the front. 

“Do you think I could get you to melt, Scott?” Derek asked, directing his words to the boy that now started to pump his hips upward into the touching. But Derek took a quick glance in the rear-view mirror to see that Stiles was staying quiet and palming down to his obvious erection that tented his own maroon lacrosse shorts. 

“M—maybe?” Scott choked, swallowing hard as he felt himself begin to get wetter between his thighs. He could ruin Derek’s seats if the man wasn’t too careful, but something told Scott that Derek didn’t care. 

“You sound so unsure, but I think you know yourself pretty well by now, don’t you, Scott?” Derek asked. “If I licked at you, nice and slow, I think you’d melt for me.”

“Yes…” Scott grabbed at Derek's wrist, as if trying to get him to slow down. But his body fucking craved those fingers as they slowly moved further down and started to curl up inside of his hot tightness. “Y—you’re right. I’d melt. I’m…I’m melting right now, I think.”

“You are.” Derek snickered, plunging two of his fingers into Scott’s pussy. The sound electrified everybody in the car. Derek withdrew his fingers, but then quickly stuffed them back inside—chasing that heat, chasing that sound, and chasing the “melt”.

“Oh, god.” Scott moaned, grinding his hips into where Derek started to enthusiastically finger-fuck him, while making sure to keep focused on staying in his lane as they sped down the highway. “Derek, please…”

“Does that feel good?” Derek asked, already knowing the answer. It didn't matter. He wanted to hear Scott say it. 

“Already close.” Scott managed, looking over to where Derek had his eyes on the road and a dirty grin on his face. Scott glanced over his shoulder to the backseat, eyes widening once he saw that Stiles had his shorts and boxers pulled down to his thighs as he stroked his big eight inch dick. “Fuck…”

“Yeah?” Derek withdrew his wet fingers from Scott’s cunt and put his attention back onto the boy’s clit. “Are you gonna let me drag it out of you this quickly?”

“C—can’t help it.” Scott cried, kicking his feet up onto the dashboard. He grabbed hold of the grab handle that was mounted in the roof just above his passenger side door. Derek’s hand got quicker. “Right there, right there, right there…”

Scott screamed out, knees instinctively folding closed in a feeble attempt to shut out Derek’s greedy hand. But Derek continued to work at his clit in furious circles, making Scott’s hips pump and rock into the touch. He didn’t squirt like he did before up in his bedroom, but the orgasm was just as intense. It bent his brain out of shape for a good couple minutes, causing Scott to actually fail to catch the drool that leaked out from his mouth as he rode Derek’s fingers.

“Hmm, melting like ice-cream in my hand.” Derek slowly dragged his hand out from Scott’s shorts and began to slowly suck at his fingers—humming as Scott’s juices spread across his tongue. “But I think it’d taste better if I tasted it directly from the source.”

Derek signaled and pulled off to the side of the road. It was a dark highway, with barely any cars flying by on either side. Even if somebody did happen to drive past, it was pretty dark and nobody would be able to see anything. Derek put on his hazards and climbed out of the driver’s seat, hard as rock inside of his pants. His tongue needed more of Scott’s taste and he was going to get it. 

“Dude, he’s going to eat your pussy.” Stiles breathed, humping his hips up into his fist. “Holy shit. Are you even ready for that?”

“Fuck yes, I am.” Scott sounded half out of his mind, but unclicked his seatbelt and swung his lower half around just as soon as Derek hauled open the passenger side door. “Shit—I’m ready.”

Legs dangling out the side of the car, Scott helped in getting rid of his shorts and boxers. He dragged them down the heavy muscle of his lean lacrosse player legs, untangling them from where they briefly caught onto his maroon cleats. Derek grabbed hold of Scott’s ankles and spread both of his legs as wide as he could get them, dropping down to his knees and pulling his face in as close as he could get it to where Scott’s pretty cunt was right there—blushing from all of the stimulation Derek gave it with his fingers, so nice and wet. 

Derek chased a tear that ran down the folds of Scott’s pussy, groaning out as his tongue finally got hold of that taste at its deepest flavor. Scott cried out and thrust forward against his mouth, chasing the swirling punishment of his heavy tongue. He reached down and gripped hard into Derek’s hair, helping to guide the man’s head from where it was centered directly between his hairy thighs. But Derek ate him out like they had already done this a thousand times before. He knew his way around. Scott could feel the familiarity burning into him, but he was too lost to really pinpoint how and why it felt so familiar. 

“Fuck, Derek!” Scott couldn’t see through the stars that blinded his vision as Derek systematically undid him from the inside out, tonguing him so confidently and so deep that Scott just couldn’t even help but finally gush like white water against the man’s face. “Cumming…I’m cumming…”

Scott finally melted hard. He splashed against the front of Derek’s body, absolutely drenching the polo shirt that he had on. Derek pulled up just for a minute, grinning dark with a flash of something that briefly looked like fangs. His stubble jawline dripped hard with Scott’s hot juices—a perfect snapshot of what a messy eater looked like in all of his glory. And then, Derek dove right back down between Scott’s thighs and continued to eat at him, assaulting his clit with hard pressure and tongue, even going as far as to softly nip at that engorged little button until Scott came into his mouth for a second time. 

“Scott.” Stiles started to babble, working himself into a bit of a fever. His tight fist took his cock like a hot sorority girl’s mouth, driving him closer to a breaking point. “Scotty, I’m gonna mess up your stepdad’s nice and shiny leather seats. I’m so sorry, man.”

“He’s not…my stepdad.” Scott moaned, grunting out hard just as soon as he felt Derek’s fingers join up with his tongue at the throbbing heat of his clit. 

“Not yet.” Derek looked up from between Scott’s thighs, piercing straight into those big brown eyes with eyes that began to glow bright with a fierce red. 

“W—wolf…wolf…the werewolf…” Scott moaned even louder, words barely intelligible. He tossed his head back, letting his eyes flutter closed as Derek continued to eat him out with a violent hunger. 

The sound of Stiles blowing his load made Scott splash out again. He had never heard Stiles do that before. Not in person, at least. He had heard Stiles cum over voice chat a few times when they linked up and sent each other links to hot porn clips they found on the internet. But this was real live Stiles—soft hands working over his big shaft as he came to the sight and sounds of his best friend getting his pussy devoured in the front seat of a car. 

By now, Derek needed a new outfit. Better yet, he needed a shower. He was soaked wet from the front, covered head to toe in Scott’s hot juices. Derek, of course, sucked and swallowed down what it could, feeling the boy’s taste sink inside of his stomach like warmth broth on a cold day. He purred, eyes still simmer hot with werewolf red. The word “werewolf” kept hanging around on the tip of Scott’s tongue. No wonder Derek felt so familiar. They really had done things like this before, just not with Derek in such a handsome human form. 

“I…I…” Scott tried to find the words, pulling Derek’s head from out between his legs so that he could see the way that his juices lewdly dripped off Derek’s sharp jaw. 

“Melted.” Derek hummed, licking his lips and savoring that delicious taste. 

Chapter 4: The Two Most Important Guys

Summary:

Scott has two men in his life and he wants them to touch him some more.

“Oh, ride’s here.” Scott said. 

Scott and Stiles were standing in the front of the school as Derek pulled up in his sleek black sports car. Stiles’ jeep was still in the shop, so Derek offered to be a temporary ride to and from school on the days that he wasn’t working so that they didn’t have to ride their bikes everywhere. 

Of course, it was much more complicated than just a ride. It was a hook up, dressed up like a ride. Just like that road trip last month to Devenford Prep for their away game, every time Scott and Stiles hopped into Derek’s car, they knew the deal. Derek got to eat Scott’s hot cunt and Stiles got to watch. It was basically routine at this point and it never stopped being hot as fuck. 

“Can’t believe your werewolf boyfriend turned out to be your mom’s boyfriend.” Stiles laughed, already hard in his pants as he walked with Scott to where Derek’s car was idling. “That’s a coincidence for the ages.”

“Dude, I think he linked up with my mom because I’m the guy he’s been fucking in the woods all this time.” Scott jokingly punched Stiles in the gut. “You’re a little slow on the uptake, but I think I’ll keep you around.”

“Please do.” Stiles opened up the back door of Derek’s car and tossed his backpack in first. “Stiles doesn’t want to miss his favorite show. It’s the best thing on TV.”

“Hey, Derek.” Scott climbed into the passenger seat. 

“How was school, guys?” Derek asked. His voice was so calm and warm. This is how things went. They played casual and friendly. A normal guy being helpful and picking up his girlfriend’s son and son’s best friend. 

“Actually, not so bad.” Stiles said. “Scott aced his English exam.”

“What? No way.” Derek said, pulling away from the curb and driving out of the school’s parking lot. “Your mom’s going to be so happy to hear that.”

“Yeahhhh…” Scott blushed. He enjoyed the praise. “It’s no big deal. Stiles is the one who helped me study for it.”

“Yeah, but I also studied for it and only got an eighty.” Stiles laughed. 

“An eighty isn’t bad.” Derek shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road and his hands locked onto his steering wheel. 

“You’re right!” Stiles joked playfully. “I’m sticking it on the fridge when I get home.”

“That’s the way to do it.” Derek said. 

“Uh, speaking of when I get home…” Stiles eased. There was something he wanted to ask, but didn’t really know how to ask it. A shy blush powdered his cheeks as he thumbed down to the stitching of the backseat’s leather interior. “I—uh, was thinking about something earlier today and wanted to ask.”

“Me?” Derek eyed Stiles from the rearview mirror. “Shoot for it.”

“Uh, well…” Stiles awkwardly bit at the nail of his thumb.

“Stiles wants to know if we can just swing by his house and you can eat me out on his bed instead of us just doing it in your car again.” Scott jumped right out with it. “He thinks it’d be hot.”

“Well, it would!” Stiles crossed his arms and pouted. “My bed gets no action otherwise. At least if you guys do it there, I wouldn’t be lying to the guys during lacrosse practice when I tell them that my bed is the hot spot for getting hot pussy all nice and wet.”

“I can get to your place by turning up here, right?” Derek asked, directing his words back to Stiles through the rear view mirror. 

“Yeah, wait—you’re actually okay with that?” Stiles couldn’t fight back the grin.

“If Scott’s okay with it.” Derek palmed down to Scott’s thigh like he normally did when he initiated these kinds of things. Scott reached out and grabbed his hand, interlocking their fingers and giving Derek a sure smile. “And it seems like he’s down for it. 

“Holy shit.” Stiles shifting in the backseat, getting even harder in his jeans. “I should’ve probably straightened up my room this morning.”

x

Stiles led everybody upstairs to his bedroom. Scott and Derek followed, already super handsy with each other as they kissed and flirted. Sure enough, Stiles’ bedroom was a disaster area. Clothes all over the floor and hanging off furniture, sneakers here and there, overdue library books, and old bags of empty chips and soda cans. But the bed was clean, albeit unmade and messy like the kid just rolled out of his sheets in the morning and went on with his day, which by Stiles’ own words of admission, is exactly what he did. 

“Sorry about the mess.” Stiles offered, tossing his backpack down to the ground. “I’ll get around to cleaning it up later, but you know, duty calls.” Stiles undid his belt and pants and hurriedly got out of them, getting rid of his boxers next. 

Derek pushed Scott back onto Stiles’ bed with a heavy flop. Scott stretched out, feeling right at home. Sleeping over at Stiles' was kinda something that he did since they were kids. And he almost always slept in Stiles' bed because there was never any clear spot on the floor to lay down any sleeping bags. But this was different, now he was going to get eaten out by his mom’s boyfriend, all mixed up in Stiles’ sheets. And Stiles was going to watch, sitting at his computer desk chair on the opposite side of the room. In a way, Scott felt like he was performing for somebody that he considered to be his brother and it turned him on. 

“Mmm, Derek.” Scott moaned, letting Derek crane into him and kiss him all nice and slow. “Been thinking about you all day.”

“Not as much as I’ve been thinking about you.” Derek purred.

Derek’s fingers worked at the button and zipper of Scott’s jeans as he kissed up the boy’s neck and jaw. Finally, he hooked his fingers into the waistlines of Scott’s jeans and boxers and dragged them down the boy’s legs. They bunched up and caught onto where Scott still had on his shoes, but Derek just forced those off alongside the jeans, leaving Scott in just his white socks and t-shirt. 

“Touch me here.” Scott started playing with himself, getting his fingers all nice and wet with his juices as Derek got himself out of his own boots and jeans. “So wet already. Been wet since third period this morning.”

“That’s all day, baby.” Derek grabbed hold of Scott’s ankles and roughly yanked his body down to the edge of the mattress so that his bottom half could meet where Derek dropped down to his knees. “I could smell how much you leaked all day when you got into my car. How hard it must’ve been for you to pay attention in class all day when you needed this so bad.”

“Y—yeah, really hard…” Scott fingered into Derek’s soft hair as the man finally ducked between his legs and started to eat him out. “Had to change my boxers midday through. Stiles—had a spare pair in his locker.”

“I’m thoughtful like that.” Stiles praised himself from where he was sitting at his desk chair, stroking his big shaft with languid glides of his palm—relishing in the scene that played out before him. 

“That was awfully nice of you, Stiles.” Derek said, glancing over to where Stiles was sitting. His chin, already messy and dripping hot with Scott’s pussy juices, made Stiles' dick twitch. “How often do you help out your brother?”

“Uh, in terms of being the replacement boxer guy? I guess, more often now that you started dating his mom.” Stiles laughed, slowly pumping his hips harder into the grip of his hand. “He gets so wet now…”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Derek dragged a few of his fingers against Scott’s hot cunt, feeling the wetness make the glide so easy for him. Scott just kept grinding his hips into the touch, working over his own clit with firm circles. “How long have you known that Scott has had this nice pussy between his legs?”

“Long time.” Stiles said. “Yeah, I tried to compare sizes with him one time just to see which one of us was bigger. I won, obviously, but only because he pulled down his pants and showed me what he had instead of a dick.”

“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Derek pressed two of his fingers into Scott with a soft squelch, hearing Scott bite back a delicious moan. “Has he ever let you touch him?” 

“Yeah, once. That time he dropped his pants and we compared.” Stiles said. “But only because I let him touch mine first. He had never touched a dick before and I never touched a pussy. It was an even exchange.”

“That’s it?” Derek asked. 

“Yeah, pretty much.” Stiles said. “I mean, he’s seen me jerk off a bajillion times. I’d say we’re pretty comfortable with each other having urges and liking sex.”

“But you’ve never wanted to play with him any more than just a curious touch?” Derek softly nudged away Scott’s hand so that the boy couldn’t play with his own clit anymore. Derek wanted to do it now, so he did, and Scott came just like that with barely any stimulation. 

“Derek!” Scott cried, rounding his hips up into Derek’s perfect fingertips. “Oh, god…”

“I don’t—uh, actually swing that way.” Stiles explained, unable to take his eyes away from where Derek’s fingers were dragging convulsions out of Scott’s body. His pussy was actually shimmering with juices. “Well, not usually. I let a guy give me a hand job one time in the library bathroom to help pass the time during detention. Danny? I think that was his name.”

“But pussy is pussy, is it not?” Derek asked, watching Stiles’ eyes lock onto where Scott’s legs were spread and his pussy was soaking. 

“Well, yeah, I guess.” Stiles said, thumbing across his cock head. “But we’re like brothers. I don’t wanna be weird…”

“What if he asked for it himself?” Derek asked.

“I—I dunno. He’s never…well, I don’t think he’d ask for that. Not from me, at least.” 

“He’s asking for it right now.” Derek palmed at either of Scott's thighs, holding them open as wide as they could be held. 

Scott’s pussy sure was wet, probably wetter than ever before. Stiles got an eyeful, unable to look away from where those pretty folds glistened with juices. Scott was busy writhing, playing with his pussy, eyes closed tightly as he grasped into some of Stiles' messy sheets. Every time his hips involuntarily surged upwards into the air, Stiles’ dick twitched. Scott wasn’t saying anything, but he was definitely hearing whatever was being said. He wasn’t correcting Derek. Not even denying it. But he also wasn’t explicitly asking. Not with his words, at least. So, Stiles didn’t know what to do, not until Scott craned his neck to look up and over to where Stiles was sitting with his big dick in his hand and nodded—as if actually passing him an invitation. 

“Scott?” Stiles stood up from his chair, dick big and hard. It bobbed between his thighs as he walked over and dropped to his knees beside where Derek moved over and gave up some of the space. “Are you sure, dude?”

“Just—don’t make it weird tomorrow.” Scott moaned, dipping a couple of his fingers into his tight pussy to really show Stiles what was waiting for him to taste. “But yeah, you can try me…”

Stiles definitely wasn’t going to refuse. Especially not if Scott wanted it. He loved Scott. He was basically the closest thing he had to a brother of his own. They practically did everything together, just not this. Not like this. But things were changing. They were changing. They were going to go to college together in the fall, so maybe this was their next step in strengthening their bond. Either that, or they were just really, really sexually frustrated. That always made the brain do funny things. But Stiles was almost certain that eating Scott out wouldn’t result in any kind of embarrassing shame or guilt after they were done playing, because Scott looked so beautiful like this and he made the sweetest moan once Stiles finally licked into him. 

“Fuck, Stiles—oh my god.” Scott reached down between his legs and grabbed hold of Stiles' hair. 

Stiles wasn’t new to eating pussy, but he was new to eating Scott’s. He swirled his tongue around in messy slopes and swishes, humming to himself whenever he was rewarded with a tiny gush of hot Scotty juice that warmed his tongue. He used one of his hands to reach up and rub at Scott’s clit, feeling the boy’s body literally ignite under this touch. It was like magic. Sparks flew. Scott gasped out and canted his hips straight up into the soft fingertips of Stiles’ long and clever fingertips. 

“Holy shit, Scotty…” Stiles pulled away from sucking at Scott’s clit, teasingly kissing at Scott’s soft mound where soft hair tickled at Stiles' upturned nose. “God, you taste really good.”

“Hah—thanks, dude.” Scott breathed out with a shaky laugh, brushing his fingers back through Stiles’ hair in a comforting type of way. “I could cum just like this.”

“Really?” Stiles asked. 

“Yeah…” Scott nodded. His eyes were heavy. That soft black hair on his head was all sweaty and tangled. A gleam of sweat sparkled on his tanned skin. “Really.”

“Like, really really?” Stiles played, sucking pops of his mouth against Scott’s clit. “Like, if I keep doing this, you’ll squirt for me?”

“That’s—that’s how I work.” Scott loved how soft Stiles was with him even in the midst of leveling up in their friendship and exploring new avenues. “Is that what you want me to do?”

“Oh hell yeah, dude.” Stiles said. 

“Okay.” Scott said, sucking in a breath. He slid his hand back into Stiles’ hair and led the boy’s mouth back down to his center. “Then keep doing it just like that, Stiles…”

Stiles gave a mumbled “mmhmm” and jumped straight back into eating out Scott’s hot cunt. The longer he serviced Scott’s clit, the more wild Scott’s legs seemed to get as they flailed and he dug his heels into the sheets of Stiles' messy bed. Stiles could hear Scott’s breathing get heavier. He could feel Scott’s skin actually burning hotter. The chirpy little moans that kept slipping out of Scott’s mouth became quicker and needier. Scott was actually going to cum on his tongue and Stiles couldn’t fucking wait. 

“Stiles—fuck, you’re doing it. Shit, shit, oh shit I’m gonna fucking cum.” Scott started to actually hump Stiles’ face in a messy, greedy way that kept smashing Stiles’ cute upturned nose into the mound of his juicy pussy. “Don’t fucking stop, I swear to god, dude. Oh fuck, don’t stop—don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

Scott choked hard on his own panicked sobs, toes curling hard as he felt the dam inside of his body shatter into a million filthy pieces. His cunt surged hot and unleashed fierce waves of hot pussy juices against where Stiles kept his face right there between Scott’s trembling thighs—continuing to eat him out and drink down whatever he could get from Scott’s release.

“Fucking better than cake…” Stiles chuckled, half out of his mind and full out of his ability to breathe normally. He looked up to Scott, face dripping with the boy’s own hot juices. “I can make you cum again, but—uh, I think your stepdad wants a turn again.”

“He’s…not…my step—dad…” Scott breathed uneasy, physically working through the soft twitching and convulsions that wracked his overworked body. 

Stiles actually reached out and cupped the back of Derek’s head, pulling the older man back into the action and leading his head back down to tuck between Scott’s splashy thighs. Derek hummed a simple thanks for Stiles’ direction and then put his mouth right back onto Scott’s cunt—chewing hard and messy into those wet folds as he chased down another orgasm that Scott’s body was playfully trying to keep away from him. 

“Derek…Derek…” Scott wiggled his hips, involuntarily trying to weasel his way out of another crushing orgasm. But he could feel Stiles helping in keeping Derek’s face smushed up tight between his legs so that he could work his mouth against Scott’s pussy without being able to pull away. “Fuck me, Derek…oh shit, please…”

Scott exploded much harder than before. His hands instinctively ducked between his legs and pushed hard against where Stiles was helping to hold Derek’s head in position. He pressed the firm heels of his palms against Derek’s sweaty forehead, trying to get some relief from the unruly abuse of tongue-against-clit that sent Scott’s lower body into wicked convulsions. 

But Derek’s head was basically immovable. Scott was too weak and jittery to really push him away and Stiles’ hold was just reinforcing where Derek kept between his thighs. Scott had to take it. He just had to do it—crying out loudly and shakily laughing as he let himself fully ride Derek’s tongue while he soaked the man’s bearded face. Until finally, Stiles removed his hand and let Derek naturally come up to catch a breath and kiss Scott on his lips. 

“You’re so hard.” Scott said, palming down at where Derek’s dick was flushed bright red with a need to cum. He kissed hard at Derek, letting the tastes of his own juices really marinate on his tongue. Eventually, Scott’s hand found itself back onto his own pussy, rubbing with eager circles again like he wanted more—and he did. 

“You want more?” Derek hummed, biting softly at Scott’s lips. “So hungry…”

“Cum on me.” Scott begged, voice dark with lust and exhaustion. He stared right into Derek’s eyes and watched them begin to glow with that hot werewolf red. And then, Scott looked over to where Stiles was standing again—casually stroking his big cock as he watched his best friend and his best friend’s mom’s boyfriend make out with hot pussy juice still dripping off their faces. “Both of you guys, cum on me…please, guys.”

“What?” Stiles almost choked on his tongue, but found himself cautiously stepping back into the lust cloud. 

“Right here—” Scott canted his hips up and used both his index and middle finger of his right hand to literally spread open his pussy enough so that Derek and Stiles could see where he was pink and hot and wet. “Cum on me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, Scotty.” Stiles laughed, stroking his big dick as quickly as he could—feeling the weight of his balls swing heavy between his legs. 

“I just did tell you twice.” Scott joked, rubbing at his clit with furious circles. His head briefly tipped back as he moaned, pushing his hips up into the touch of his fingers. His eyebrows furrowed tightly with concentration as he worked himself higher and brighter towards another splashy orgasm. 

“Oh, yeah—” Stiles laughed. “That’s right. Sorry, I’m so turned on right now I can barely think.”

“D—don’t think, just—fuck—cum on my pussy, bro.” Scott moaned.

With Scott laying on the bed and working his juicy cunt in a desperate need to cum one last time, Stiles and Derek both walked up closer to stand at the foot of the bed. They towered over Scott’s perfectly tanned skin, fisting their leaking cocks in their hands as they beat off with an almost identical speed. Their hips began to thrust into the stroke of his hands, growing fast and more fantastical the longer that they touched themselves and watched Scott swirl at his engorged clit.

“What a slutty little pussy.” Derek grit through his fangs, eyes flaming red with beastly rage. “Is this what you want, Scott?”

Derek’s cock started surging with a fierce heat, growing in size from where he was already massively packing. It started gaining inches upon inches, fattening up even thicker than a can of beer. Derek switched from stroking his shaft with just one of his hands, opting to hold himself with both hands on account of his increasing size. Coarse tufts of black fur sprouted out from the base of his dick, quickly overwhelming where he was one nicely trimmed and almost smooth. A nightmarish shade of red took over the faint dusty tan of his dick’s skin color and large purple veins thickened up from where they surged and pumped hot in his shaft. 

“Holy—fuck?” Stiles couldn’t help but notice the way Derek’s cock literally morphed into a fucking beast right before his very eyes. “Dude, that’s what you’ve been letting him fuck you with out by the creek?

“Y—yeah, dude—and it feels—fu—fucking—g - g - good when he does—it, oh FUCK—” Scott practically screamed like he was getting his lungs ripped out of his body. He choked hard on his own spit, drooling stupidly as his mind started to feel like it might totally melt and ooze out his ears. 

Scott bit down hard at his bottom lip to try to stop himself from sounding so ridiculous, but the sobs still managed to find a way out. Scott fucked his fingers into his pussy with such an appetite that getting himself to squirt was a done deal. A flashy expulsion of hot pussy juice fired out to soak where Derek and Stiles were chasing the finish lines of their own orgasms. Scott splashed like a broken sprinkler, unable to stop the bitter intensity of his own fingers as he quickly fanned and batted his fingertips back and forth against his pulsing clit in such a way that only sought to splatter around his juices even crazier than need be.

Stiles managed to beat Derek to the punch by mere seconds. His hips buckled and he jumped up to stand on the tips of his toes, crying out loudly as he fisted hard at the base of his big dick. The first shot of cum ripped out of his shaft like a goddamn bullet—white and hot—missing where Scott was rubbing at his glistening folds, but instead striking dead center at Scott’s chest where he was still wearing his t-shirt from before. But subsequent shots landed exactly where Stiles wanted to see them land. They splattered right there against Scott’s splashy pinkness and then drooled lewdly against where Scott was clearly still so overly sensitive and kindly holding himself open. 

Derek roared—like actually roared, full on wolf-man. His ears were now large and furry, pointy and twitching. Derek’s beard was now thicker at the sides, giving him striking sideburns that framed his handsome face even better than before. Derek double-handed his big werewolf cock and worked himself to his release. A harsh surge of cum splashed out, less thick than what a human could produce. It hosed against Scott’s pussy folds, soaking into that beautiful skin and mixing with everything that Stiles had so generously covered with his own perfect spend. 

“Scott, holy shit.” Stiles muttered to himself. Standing with his dick now beginning to soften as it drooled feebly over his knuckles, Stiles watched as Scott slowly began to finger into his pussy—purposely scooping and shoving the cum that Stiles and Derek roped onto his skin inside of himself in a lewd way. “Y—you’re sure you can’t get pregnant, right? I’m not ready to be a daddy just yet. I still got my college years coming up, Scotty.”

“No—nah, can’t get pregnant…” Scott hummed, fingering himself in such a careful, meaningful way that he also seemed like he was about to sink into a beautiful slumber. “Just feels so good…”

Stiles crawled up onto his bed and got all nice and closer into where Scott was laying on his back and thoughtlessly fingering himself. Just as the two of them began to tentatively explore kissing each other like something maybe more than just best friends and best brothers for life, Derek joined them both and climbed up onto the bed on the side opposite from Stiles. 

The three of them basked together in their afterglow, with Derek and Stiles making sure to land such soft and beautiful kisses onto every part of Scott’s body that they could reach. Their hands slipped against the sweat and cum that greased Scott’s skin. Fingers found themselves back down between Scott’s legs, touching him right there where he was still so wet and well squeezed from almost everything he had to give either of them before recuperating. In a few hours, they could go for round two. 

Chapter 5: The Physical

Summary:

Scott has an appointment with Dr. Derek Hale.

“Scott, you really do need to start taking these things seriously.” Melissa reprimanded, patting her hand down onto Scott’s thighs. The two of them sat together in the doctor’s office while they waited and listened for Scott’s name to get called. “Keeping up with important dates is part of adult responsibilities. You’re not going to be able to get through college on a whim like you tried to do with high school.”

“Mom, it totally slipped my mind.” Scott said, slouching down in his chair. He didn’t want anybody else in the waiting room to get any further enjoyment from hearing his mother lecture him. “I was just so busy with finals and then stuff for graduation. I just forgot to do this.” 

Scott was telling the truth. He actually did forget that he needed to get a full physical exam completed and get all of his booster vaccinations before next week, otherwise Beacon Hills University wasn’t going to give him access to the online portal for signing up for classes. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he didn’t get his medical stuff submitted to the college on time. It just meant that he’d end up having to wait list all of the classes that he needed for his first semester and just hope that some of the professors would take pity on a poor newbie freshman that signed up way too late.

Luckily, Derek was very much still a doctor and very much still dating his mother. When Derek heard that Scott needed to get an exam done, he offered to help get Scott squeezed in for an appointment. Of course, Scott was grateful. Not just because he was going to be able to get his medical records sent off to university in time to get to sign up for classes, but because he was almost certain that they would be doing a different kind of “squeezing in” once they got behind the closed doors of Derek’s exam room. Just thinking about it had Scott all antsy and jittery in a way that made him slightly worried that one of the nurses would see him and get him wheeled off to a very different ward in the hospital. 

“Do you have to use the bathroom, Scott?” Melissa asked, noticing how Scott was bouncing one of his legs and clutching at his knees from where they sat in the waiting room. “I think you have time to go before they call your name.”

In reality, Scott was just trying to fight back against the ticklish pleasure that he could feel beginning to swirl around inside the pink of his tight cunt. From inside his jeans and boxers, there was a wetness growing. Scott could feel himself getting nice and wet. His brain really didn’t help to keep him calm, because the longer that he sat there, the more he thought about to how good Derek liked to touch him up and fuck him. He felt bad sitting next to his mom and fantasizing about fucking her boyfriend, especially when Derek made her so happy. But if Scott was being honest, Derek made him happy, too. 

“W—what? No, Mom…you’re going to make people think I’m here because I have a bladder infection or something.” Scott chewed at his lip, fighting against the desires that wracked at his body from beneath his clothes. “I’m just…anxious. Yeah, I hate exams. I hate them in school and I hate them at the doctor’s.”

“It’s Derek.” Melissa said, offering reassurance where Scott didn’t really need any. He knew he was going to see Derek. That’s why he was practically jumping out of his seat. “And it’s just a yearly physical. You’ve done this a million times before.”

“Thanks.” Scott said, warmly nodding to his mother. He almost wanted to laugh, but he caught himself. ‘Yearly physical’ was kind of a funny little term, because Scott was almost certain that he had never experienced getting a physical the way that Derek would administer one. “I’m cool, totally cool…just a physical.”

The heavy door that led back to the offices and exam rooms swung open. A friendly-looking nurse stepped out into the waiting room with her clipboard in hand. She called out Scott’s name, which made him briefly jump. Surveying the waiting guests, she patiently waited until Scott came to where he was called. Scott stood up and quickly glanced down to his seat, just to make sure that he didn’t embarrassingly leak pussy juice into the fabric and leave any obvious marks. He was in the clear. He gave his mother a brief parting wave and then hopped along with a very noticeable pep in his step—anxiety gone. 

“Dr. Hale will be with you shortly.” The nurse said, finishing up her duties of marking down Scott’s weight and blood pressure. 

The nurse left the room. Scott could finally breathe. He palmed softly down to where his pussy was in need of stimulation. The way that the nurse referred to Derek as “Dr. Hale” certainly made Scott hotter under the collar. That was a hot way to refer to him. It was totally normal in a regular sense, because obviously Derek was a real doctor. But just hearing the title, knowing that Derek was a professional? An authority. It made Scott’s bones ache with arousal in a way that could only be cured by (1) Dr. Derek Hale. 

Five minutes later, three soft knocks tapped against the door from outside the exam room. Derek stepped inside. Scott was sitting on the exam table where the nurse left him. His feet were dangling off the edge. He was dressed in a red hoodie and t-shirt, with dark blue jeans and beat up sneakers with the laces untied and sloppy. Derek shut the door behind himself and greeted Scott with one of his award-winning smiles, which most definitely got the juices flowing for the boy. Derek didn’t even have to use his strong werewolves senses to smell that Scott was getting wetter than a summer thunderstorm.

“Good afternoon, Scott.” Derek said, keeping in line with his professional manners. He sounded exactly like how doctors were supposed to sound with their patients, but there was a little something extra there that Scott could hear in the tone of his voice. Something that let Scott know that Derek was going to get really unprofessional in a short few handful of minutes. “How are we doing today?”

“Good.” Scott said, kicking his feet in a casual way. “Really good, actually.”

“That’s what I love to hear.” Derek said, crossing the room and slotting himself between where Scott’s legs were spread and dangling off the side of the exam table. 

Derek and Scott warmly embraced, soft and romantic in a sense. They were far more closer now than they were a few months ago, back when Scott found out that Derek was the anonymous werewolf that he had been fucking around with at the creek in the Preserve. They kissed like they were really close. They touched like they were really close. Stiles mercilessly teased him by trying to get him to refer to Derek as his “stepdad”, probably because it was some kind of kink for him or something. But now, being much closer, Scott actually gave into Stiles’ brotherly taunting and started calling Derek his “dad” last month. 

“Missed you.” Scott said, reaching forward to hold onto the sides of Derek’s tight waist from where the man stood between his legs. 

“Seeing your name on my schedule all day has been driving me crazy, Scott.” Derek said, kissing against Scott’s lips. Scott kissed him back, matching the kind of intensity to be found between actual boyfriends. “Every hour brought me closer to you.”

“You’ve been so busy these past couple weeks, dude.” Scott laughed. Derek pulled away and grabbed his stethoscope from off his small table of instruments. “I’ve been playing by myself so much lately that I feel like I’ve forgotten what it feels like when you touch me.”

“It’s been a mad house around here lately.” Derek plugged the earpieces of his stethoscope into his ears and started to casually perform listening to Scott’s chest and back, listening to the puttering of his healthy heartbeat, asking him to cough just to check his lungs. “Everybody’s scrambling to get in their checkups and vaccines before school starts. You’re not alone in that boat, Scott.”

“Yeah, but their checkups probably aren’t going to be as fun as mine.” Scott laughed, palming his hands up and down Derek’s sturdy chest. 

Derek looked so unbelievably hot in his white doctor’s coat. He was wearing a very fine long-sleeved button up shirt underneath, which had tiny needle point black polka dots as the pattern that matched his black necktie. A sturdy belt kept Derek’s tight black trouser pants at his waistline, where Scott could see the man’s bulge resting snuggly—not yet hard, but certainly waiting for the right moment and the right stimulation. Scott’s hands were very happy to help. 

“So, Stiles hasn’t been keeping you company while I’ve been so busy?” Derek put his stethoscope around his neck and took a small thumb-press flashlight out from his doctor coat’s chest pocket. He casually flashed it into Scott’s eyes, telling him to follow his finger. “I know he eats your tight pussy out like nobody’s business, Scott. Don’t tell me he’s slacking on keeping my boy well worked over.”

“Oh, he’s been doing that.” Scott blushed, realizing he actually had an important announcement to share with Derek—like a kid coming home to eagerly tell his father that he won a trophy for winning something, except not that at all. Because it was far more explicit than that. “Actually, we started playing a little harder. I finally let him put his dick inside me. He wasn’t sure at first, but he figured why not. I mean, he’s still into girls, but he’s been eating me out so much lately I think his dick got confused for a second and slipped inside me.”

“Fuck, Scott.” Derek groaned, softly cupping the side of Scott’s face. He kissed him again, rougher this time—tonguing deep into the heat of Scott’s mouth. “He just asked one day if he could fuck you?”

“No, actually it kind of happened just like I said.” Scott laughed. “We were laying on my bed just kissing after he finished eating my pussy out. We like kissing when his lips are still shiny with me. And we kinda started grinding on each other, he was still hard, and it literally just slipped in accidentally.”

“Did you like it?” Derek asked, eyes glowing bright with red as he drank in the story. He couldn’t help but drag one of his hands down to the front of Scott’s jeans, pressing down against where Scott immediately humped his hips up into the pressure. 

“I came immediately.” Scott said, biting his bottom lip as he worked his hips into Derek’s touch. “So did Stiles.”

“He came inside?” Derek asked, feeling his thick boner begin to fatten up quickly inside of his pants. 

“A little yes, and a little no.” Scott kissed more at Derek’s lips as they actively started grinding into one another. From where Scott was sitting on the exam table and from where Derek was slotted between his legs, their crotches were at perfect level and they could grind together as much as they wanted. “I think he got a good two pumps inside me before he realized what he was doing and pulled out. He jerked off for the rest and glazed me on the outside while I fingered myself.”

“So you play like this all the time now?” Derek asked. 

“Y—yeah, he’s gotten more comfortable with it now. He says I’m tighter than any girl he’s ever fucked.” Scott let his eyes flutter shut as he worked his hips against Derek’s bulging boner. “Says I make him cum even faster than they do, too. And I believe him. We were getting in a good three rounds with each other during our free period in school before we graduated. Now we just mainly do it in our bedrooms. We did it one time in the back of his jeep, but I smelled like motor oil after.”

“Sounds…romantic?” Derek laughed. 

“Well, it was pretty hot.” Scott said. “Kinda dirty hot, if you know what I mean? There’s something totally wrong with that thing’s engine. I don’t think it’s supposed to shake like that while it’s idling, but Stiles insists that it’s normal. Don’t care much about it though, because that vibrating really gets me turned on…”

“If I can get you to drop your pants, I can continue on with your physical.” Derek whispered, forehead pressed against Scott’s so that they could trade intense looks between one another until Scott did as he was told to do. 

Scott eagerly hopped off the exam table. Derek took a seat on his little doctor’s stool on wheels, giving Scott enough room to kick off his shoes and drop his pants and boxers to his ankles. Derek marveled at the sight, palming down to where he was fully hard in his pants and straining against the zipper. It was surreal having Scott here like this in his exam room, naked from the waist down and literally trickling hot juices down his thighs and legs from just how insanely horny the boy was from a little kissing and grinding. 

“If you don’t mind handing me your boxers, Scott.” Derek smirked, staying out on his stool. “And then go ahead and hop back up onto the exam table for me. I’m going to need you to perform some rudimentary tests to begin.”

“Uh, yeah…totally, Dad.” Scott felt his pussy flutter as the word led his lips. He reached down and picked up his pair of boxers—a simple pair of boxer briefs with maroon and black stripes. He tossed them over to Derek to catch and then hopped back up to sit back on the edge of the exam table. “Like this?”

“That’s perfect, Scott.” Derek began to sniff hard at Scott’s boxers, pressing his sharp nose into where there was a visible patch of wetness from Scott’s beautiful cunt already soaking in the fabric. He moaned, using one hand to keep the boxers at his face, while using his other hand to unzip his pants and yank out his big dick into the open. “Now, I want you to lean back just a little and spread your legs. I need you to play with yourself.”

“Fuck, okay…yeah.” Scott did as he was told, leaning back to rest on one of his elbows as he used his other hand to slowly rub circles at his hot cunt. “Like this, right?”

“Oh yes. Just like that, Scott.” Derek started stroking himself the way that he liked, huffing strong inhales of Scott’s boxers as he watched Scott perform for him across the room. “Are you getting nice and wet?”

“Yes…” Scott moaned, listening to the slick glide of his fingers as they worked around the juices that freely leaked out from between his legs. 

“Keep touching yourself.” Derek said. “I need to make sure everything's working the way it’s supposed to down there.”

Scott rolled his shoulders, moaning as he worked his fingers slightly quicker at his pussy. The sight of Derek sitting there at his stool across from him, jerking off and spilling pre-cum over his knuckles while he inhaled his boxers made Scott begin to sweat. His arousal spiked through the roof. The sound of his pussy getting wetter and helping to glide his fingers was all that Scott could hear, besides the sound of his eager heartbeat thumping inside of his chest. 

“Oh my god…” Scott moaned, surging his hips into where his fingers continued. 

“Let’s try slipping some of those fingers inside.” Derek kept his voice professional, like he was just offering a suggestion. But Scott knew that it was a directive and he followed it without complaint. 

“Just one?” Scott asked. His voice was shaky now, slightly heavy like he was in the middle of running a marathon. 

“As many as you think is necessary to show me how smoothly everything is running.” Derek smirked. 

Scott plunged two of his fingers into his tight pussy, prompting Derek to laugh because of course Scott needed more than just one finger. He was so greedy where he was tightest between his legs. Derek knew that full well and Scott wasn’t afraid to let himself take what he needed. As Scott began to explore himself, dragging his fingers out and pushing them back inside, tipping his head back and moaning nearly every time that he did it, Derek continued to watch from afar while Scott performed for him.

“Gonna cum…” Scott found his voice again, even rougher and breathier than before. 

“If that’s what you think you need to do.”

“Not—something I need...” Scott fingered himself harder, growing impatient. “Just something…that’s gonna happen anyways…”

“It’s okay. You’re doing perfectly.” Derek stroked faster at his cock. He wasn’t close yet, but watching Scott abuse himself was certainly getting him there. “Cum for me, Scott.”

Scott actually tried to stop himself, thinking that he was powerful enough to push back against the warning sirens inside his head that told him an orgasm was imminent. But he failed. Oh, he failed so spectacularly. He cried out, clutching his hand right there between his thighs as his knees locked together. His hips humped forward in an absentminded sway as Scott’s pussy splashed out hard and cascaded like a waterfall from between his thighs, over the edge of the exam table, just to pool on the laminate floors.

“Oh—fuck.” Scott worked out his jitters, wiping his soaking palm against where he was still wearing his red hoodie. “Holy fuck, my body is tingling all over the place right now, Derek.”

“That was good. That’s exactly the kind of bodily reaction I expect to see from somebody your age during masturbation.” Derek grinned. “Now, mind the wet floor and please come kneel down right over here, Scott.” 

“Yes, Dr. Hale.” Scott could see Derek’s big dick give a great big twitch at being referred to by his title.

Scott carefully stepped off the exam table and got down at his knees between where Derek was in a wide spread sit on his wheeled-stool. His cock was monstrous, not yet shifted into what it looked like when he went full werewolf. But it was still nine inches and considerably dangerous in terms of thickness. He kept there on his knees, marveling at the way that pre-cum raced down Derek’s shaft. He wanted to just lean forward and lick it up, tracing that big vein until getting to where Derek was at his juiciest. But Derek was still leading the exam. 

“Please stick out your tongue.” Derek smirked, tossing aside the pair of boxers that he had finished sniffing everything he wanted to sniff from them. As Scott tipped back his head and stuck out his tongue, Derek grabbed hold of his big dick from the base. He tapped it gently onto the pad of Scott’s tongue, only pressing it down much more firmly once Scott got used to feeling it there. “Good. Now say ‘aah’.”

“Aah.” Scott obeyed, looking up into Derek’s eyes as he did it. 

Derek kept his dick on Scott’s tongue and flashed a small light down Scott’s throat, making Scott ‘aah’ a few more times as he examined the boy’s throat. The longer that Scott held out his tongue and ‘aah’d’ the more Derek seemed to leak pre-cum. It was the vibrations, surely. That and the fact that Scott’s mouth was wickedly hot and wet, exactly what Derek liked. 

“Great.” Derek said, tucking his small flashlight back into the coat pocket. “Very great. Throat’s looking good. Now let’s see if it feels just as good, okay?”

“Mmhmm.” Scott said, nodding the best he could with the weight of Derek’s dick still on his tongue. 

“Nice and easy there.” Derek soothed, carding one of his hands into Scott’s hair and grabbing a nice hold, making sure that Scott was going to keep his head and neck positioned the way that they already were. And then, Derek slowly fed his dick into Scott’s mouth, pushing slowly and feeding him more and more inches until Scott’s nose was pressed firmly against the soft hair of Derek’s crotch. “There we go. Nice and slow, Scott. Hold it there for a second…a little longer…breathe through your nose…let it get nice and comfortable.”

When Derek finally pulled back and withdrew his cock, Scott launched into a serious coughing fit. A thick slime of saliva hung as a string between his throat and the tip of Derek’s cock. He swallowed and smacked his tongue, relishing in the flavor of Derek’s meat. He wanted more, electing to let the words of just how much more he wanted speak in just eye contact and stares alone. There were no words needed and Derek got the message loud and clear, grinning as he fed his dick back into Scott’s needy throat. 

Much of Scott’s physical was done, giving Derek the ability to play rougher. After keeping things relatively soft at first, letting Scott’s throat calmly adjust to his size and taste, Derek eventually stood up from his stool and got both of his hands gripped into the fluffy mop of Scott’s soft black hair. He rocked his hips forward, putting power into his thrusts as he face-fucked Scott and creamed up his throat with juicy spit and pre-cum. 

Scott did well to take the abuse, humming out loudly as he swallowed and gagged. The filthy GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK of Scott’s throat bobbing around that thick intrusion played on like music to Scott and Derek’s ears, ramping up the heat of their intimate connection. Scott threw his neck as best as he could, despite the dominant grip that Derek had in his hair. He was given just enough freedom to pull away for just a second, just so that he could suck in a good breath of clear oxygen, before Derek pulled him right back to where he needed to be. 

“Fuck yeah, Scott.” Derek rammed his cock into Scott’s throat, listening to the smack that his balls made each and every time that they slapped into Scott’s crooked chin. “Suck daddy’s cock.”

“Mmm…” Scott hummed, keeping his hands entertained below his waist as he furiously scrambled his fingers at his drilling pussy—knocking circles against his clit in such a violent way that he ultimately splashed out onto the floor and made another puddle at Derek’s feet. “MmHMMM…errmm, errmmm….hmm.” 

“Messy little slut.” Derek praised, showing fangs as he withdrew his cock from Scott’s throat and promptly slapped him in the cheek with it—drawing crude brush marks of spit against that blushing tanned skin. “Clean me up.”

Scott let his eyes flutter shut as he craned down to work his mouth at the man’s shaft. He kissed away the thick globs of spit and slime that lewdly dripped from Derek’s cock like syrup. The more Scott sucked away, the brighter his moans became. Derek petted his hair in a fatherly kind of way, showing his gratitude and telling Scott that he was doing a great job without even needing to say the words. 

“Need you.” Scott finally said, finishing up at the head of Derek’s cock. He got a nice reward for being such a good boy in the payment of a hot spurt of pre-cum that shot onto his tastebuds.

“I want you to show me what that means, Scott.” Derek said. 

“Yes, Dr. Hale.” Scott nodded.

Chapter 6: Dr. Bark n' Fangs

Summary:

The werewolf from Scott's late night rendezvous in the woods returns to finish Scott's exam.

Scott got off his knees and stepped closer into where Derek sat back down onto his wheeled doctor’s stool. His big daddy cock was still jutting out from the front of his black pants, pointing straight up to the ceiling as it leaked hot with anticipatory pre-cum. Scott carefully straddled Derek’s lap, making an effort to keep his hips hovering just barely above where the man’s dick twitched and pulsed to Derek’s command. 

Slowly, Scott dropped his hips a mere couple inches and let the fluttering heat of his juicy cunt kiss at the head of Derek’s cock. Derek rumbled in his chest like the beast of the forest that he was, reaching out to grab hold the sides of Scott’s tiny waist. Derek’s hips instinctively swung upwards in a crude attempt to feed more of his dick into that tight warmth, but Scott made up the difference by raising his own hips. A game of cat and mouse. Scott forced Derek to sit back down onto the stool and be patient. Scott had the control. Scott was the one who was going to show Derek what he meant by needing him.

“I’m so fucking wet for you.” Scott hummed, holding both of his hands down onto either of Derek’s shoulders. The urge to jump up and claim was strong inside Derek’s bones. Scott could see the man wrestling with the carnal desires. But he was getting so much joy in just being able to tease and play with Derek, giving the man’s dick barely any stimulation but the occasional toe dip into the hot sea of Scott’s perfect pussy. “I could cum just like this, you know? Just barely letting you touch me down there. Just seeing how badly you want to bury your fat cock inside my pussy turns me on, Derek.”

“You’re going to get it.” Derek growled, smirking as his fangs presented. His eyes went mad with reddened lust while Scott simply drank in that searing color and continued toying with him. “Gonna hold you down and pound that cunt.”

“Yeah—?” Scott unzipped his red hoodie and then dragged one of his hands underneath his t-shirt, trailing his soft fingertips against the soft definition of his muscles until he could pinch at one of his nipples. He worked his hips in a seductive rhythm, giving Derek the best lap dance of his life—watching as the temptation doused Derek’s inner fire with gasoline. “You gonna make me take that big werewolf cock, Derek?”

“Make you take it…make you love it.” Derek grumbled, raking his clawed fingertips lightly against the skin of Scott’s tanned stomach from where the boy was lifting up his t-shirt. “Make you nice and round like you’ve never been before…

“Fuck—” Scott moaned, knees briefly falling weak. He accidentally dipped down further than he intended, feeling the first few inches of Derek’s cock split into him with a deep squelchy suck. “OH, FUCK—!”

Scott tried to correct his positioning. He tried to jump back to the slow and teasing little song and dance that had Derek almost grinding his teeth into dust from how hard he was struggling to control himself. But the minor slip up from going weak in the knees cost Scott whatever leverage he thought that he had in the situation.

Clawed hands now fisting the sides of his hips, Derek roared out and pulled Scott straight down onto his lap—finally and fully. No escape. No more teasing. No more holding the cards. Just nine inches stuffed straight up into Scott’s weeping cunt as the boy screamed out with the most delicious moan that Derek ever got him to make.

“Derek! Oh shit, Derek!” Scott sobbed, but Derek had full control over his body—forcing him to gallop up and down on that big werewolf dick like a goddamn ragdoll. “That’s a lot. Fuck, you’re a lot…”

“I know, baby.” Derek flashed a dangerous smile—eyes crisp with the steady glow of his werewolf biology. Scott felt like putty in his hands and felt like sticky, wet dessert of the heavens wrapped around his fat cock. “I know…and you’re taking it so well, aren’t you?”

The walls of the exam room weren’t paper thin, but it wasn’t impossible for sounds to leak through to the neighboring rooms. Derek stole Scott’s lips and tongue with his own, swallowing down every little moan and swear word that dripped out of Scott’s mouth. The sound of Scott’s bubble butt bouncing down onto his thighs was an entirely different story. 

A lot of the sound was muffled thanks to the fact that Derek was still wearing his professional work attire, pants included. The fabric absorbed some of the sound that would’ve otherwise echoed out throughout the room if it was just Scott’s bare cheeks slamming down against Derek’s bare thighs. Derek knew that sound all too well—months and months of taking the boy’s tight pussy helped Derek save the sound to memory. His ears actually ached to hear it sometimes and Scott was almost always willing to let him have it.

Scott pushed his hands against the expanse of Derek’s chest, grabbing at where he could feel the man’s beefy muscle hiding from his fingertips from underneath the fabric of his shirt. While taking biting swipes at Derek’s mouth, drawing out the tender stretch of Derek’s bottom lip before surging forward to reunite their tongues, Scott worked his thumbs against the buttons of Derek’s shirt in a slow line down the fabric until he finally yanked it open to reveal the glistening ridges of Derek’s furry abs.

“Does my mom even know what to do with all of this?” Scott ducked down to kiss at Derek’s nipples, pulling at the hardened nubs between the blunt edge of his front teeth. Derek growled and puffed out his chest, welcoming the sensual abuse.

“Do you really want to know?” Derek grinned like a devil, briefly pausing the speed in which he was forcing Scott to bounce on his lap.

“Depends.” Scott groaned, throwing his hips around in circles as he ran his hands through Derek’s styled hair—debating on whether or not he actually wanted to know about what Derek did with his mother when they were in private. 

“Let’s just say the apple really doesn’t fall that far from the tree.” Derek scoffed with a dark laugh and started to bounce Scott’s tight cunt on and off his big dick again, watching heat sparkle inside Scott’s eyes. He leaned in close to Scott’s ear, nibbling at the boy’s earlobe before whispering his filthy little secret. “She can’t do the whole waterworks show when she cums, though.”

Scott’s pussy gave an involuntary flutter as he threw his head back and orgasmed hard—pushing with both of his palms against Derek’s chest in a desperate, mindless need to escape the pleasure that ripped at his bones. The waterworks came hot and fast—splashing out forcefully against Derek’s lap that immediately soaked him through and through, causing his fat dick to actually launch itself out from where Scott’s cunt started to tremble and suckle around its emptiness. 

“F—fu—fuck, god, god, oh fuck, Derek…Jesus fucking—Christ, I can’t…I can’t take it…” Scott choked out hysterical sobs, barely able to find his words. “Cumming again, fuck—it, I’m still cumming, Derek— fuck - fuck - fuck—”

Scott wrapped his arms around the back of Derek’s neck, trying to hold on for dear life. It was the only thing that he could do to ensure that he wouldn’t collapse backwards and crack his head on the floor if he decided to pass out. But his orgasm was making it hard to stay conscious. It tore through his body with such intensity that the actual color of the world around him momentarily intensified like the pages of a coloring book that crayons violated. 

Derek finally stood up from his wheeled doctor’s stool, cradling Scott’s shaking body in his flexing arms as the boy’s cunt splashed out against him yet again, only this time doing it without any cock stuffed inside of his guts. From where Derek’s big boner just swung around between his own legs, letting the rains from Scott’s body soak down against it, Scott’s body was stuck in overdrive. He simply begged and cried and sobbed, losing himself as he felt his pussy continue to cycle through a third orgasm in quick succession.

The soles of Derek’s expensive leather shoes violently squeaked against where Scott’s big puddle of hot pussy squirt pooled underneath where Derek had just spent the past thirty minutes bouncing the kid on his lap. Cautiously, Derek walked across the room and back over to the exam table. With Scott’s body now beginning to freeze and clench from the overwhelming overstimulation, Derek laid him down onto the scratchy paper liner of the table.

Derek unbuckled his pants and rid himself of them, opting to keep himself dressed with everything else he picked out earlier that morning to wear. His unbuttoned shirt, his long white doctor coat, those knee high black socks and garters, and his expensive shoes, Derek looked like a god from some of the hottest pornos to ever grace Scott’s laptop screen back home. But he was real and he was there and he was slotting himself back between Scott’s trembling legs, slowly—so slowly—sinking his big werewolf cock into that tight suckling pussy until Scott came for a fourth time, ruining the crunchy paper liner that was never going to be durable enough to withstand the things Derek and Scott were poised to do on it. 

“Derek, holy shit why does this feel so different?” Scott gasped, sounding almost like it was his first time. He couldn’t believe how overwhelmed his body felt. His sense of control, gone. All of his experience, useless. Every nerve ending inside of his body was tingling with pleasure. He was the most turned on that he had even been. “I don’t think I can do this. Oh my god, please, my head is spinning…”

“Shh, shh—baby, they’re going to come knocking if you don’t try to be quiet.” Derek spoke in a calm and rational tone that oozed with authority. It made him sound like he wasn’t totally ramming his dick into his girlfriend’s son’s tender boy pussy. “They’re going to think I’m doing something unprofessional with you, Scott.”

“Holy shit.” Scott clutched at the edges of the cushioned exam table, bracing himself as Derek’s brutal hips swung forward and pitched home runs—bam, bam, BAM. Scott choked on his own spit as his head violently knocked back and forth like a bobble head, unable to rationalize just how good Derek was beating down his tight pussy. 

It was like Scott was lost in a fog. It was warm and all-encompassing. Part of him was flying high above the mist, looking down to survey the way he was being used up. Scott couldn’t stop moaning. He stared down to where his cunt splashed out whenever Derek pounded into him. It felt like it was touching his soul. Scott could hear himself saying things—begging for more, crying for Derek to somehow give it to him even harder. That’s when the twisted ramblings evolved into something plainer, something that Derek drank into his body like the most exquisite nectar of the Earth. 

“I—I love you.” Scott gasped again, watching as Derek’s hips pounded and continued to drive home again and again. “I love you…I love you…oh god, I love you, Derek…”

Derek slapped his hand down onto Scott’s pussy and quickly started rubbing his fingertips against that beautiful clit like he was scratching records. Scott’s litany of mindless “I love you’s” intensified, drowning in the wet sobs that moaned out of his throat. Derek worked him through it all, pushing Scott harder—wanting to see him literally break against his touch in ways that Scott wouldn’t ever see coming. 

“C—cumming!” Scott choked, eyes rolling back into his head as he started to mindlessly chuckle, reaching forward to grab hold of where Derek’s neck tie was dangling in front of his naked chest. “Oh fuck, daddy—I’m cumming again.”

“Squirt on my cock, baby.” Derek grunted, providing not even an ounce of rest for where his fingertips tormented the throbbing pulse of Scott’s fat clit. “Give it up to me right now. Don’t be a little tease. Cum for me. Squirt on that big werewolf cock and call me daddy when you do it.”

“Daddy…” Scott was hanging onto the last slice of his sanity pie. “D—daddy, gon—gonna cum again!”

Sure enough, Scott’s legs began to tremble like he was shivering in the wilds of Antarctica. A thick burst of hot pussy juice shot out and splashed Derek in the face. He laughed and pulled straight out of Scott’s heat, dropping to his knees and tucked his head between the boy’s thighs. As Scott’s body worked itself through rolling waves of earth-shattering pleasure, forcing his body to squeeze out as much pussy squirt as he could possibly give, Derek furiously ate him out and drank right from the source. 

“Yeah, oh god yeah, eat that pussy, Derek.” Scott squeaked, grinding his hips into where Derek’s face was drenched and dripping with sweat and juices. But still, Derek worked hard—eyebrows furrowed in what could only be described as intense focus as he licked into Scott’s cunt and sucked at that clit. “Hah, oh shit, you get better at that every time you do that to me.”

“I don’t think your pussy can take much more, Scott.” Derek growled, rumbling deep in his chest as he looked up to meet Scott’s half-lidded brown eyes. The boy was so exhausted and he still needed to be able to walk back out into the waiting room. But Derek just couldn’t help himself. Not with Scott laying there, dripping with juices, making both of his holes so easy to play with. “Haven’t tried this hole before, though.”

“Wait, what?” Scott scrambled to make sense of what Derek was suggesting, but Derek roughly grabbed at his body and flipped him around on top of the exam table.

One leg hiked up to kneel at the exam table’s top, other leg fully extended to stand on one’s own tips of his toes, Scott found himself repositioned. Derek palmed at his bouncy bubble booty and spread him open to see where Scott’s tiny ass hole was pin hole tiny—untouched, unfucked, definitely not expecting somebody to take such a sudden interest in conquering its uncharted waters. 

Derek spat onto Scott’s hole and watched it wink itself into near non-existence. He pressed one of his fingers against that furrowed brown, feeling how insanely tight it was back there. Derek couldn’t even get his fingertip inside without wiggling it and pushing and feeling Scott’s innards physical fight back against the intrusion in an involuntary way. And Derek kept doing that, again and again, until Scott’s tiny asshole seemed to generally miss the practice once Derek fully withdrew his finger. 

“That’s so much better.” Derek stood back up and centered himself directly behind where Scott was hiked up into his new positioning, unsure as to whether or not to stop Derek from putting his dick inside his asshole. “Gonna ruin you for a long time, baby. I hope you’re ready for it.”

“I dunno…” Scott said, yelping and clasping both of his hands down against his mouth as he let Derek begin to feed his thick inches into his untouched asshole. 

Derek held onto Scott’s hips, feeling his body begin to shake and reject how much cock he was sinking into that tight little pinhole. But Derek pushed in even deeper and felt Scott’s hole literally stretch around him like a rubber band—stretching thinner and thinner, beyond its limits, as it threatened to just snap completely. 

“Feels so different.” Scott muttered, reaching down to slowly work at his lonely cunt. He swore that it could feel Derek’s dick pressing in through his ass and hitting some of the walls of his pussy. It felt so insanely bizarre, but unquestionably good. “I could break…”

“And I’d fix you.” Derek purred hotly against the back of Scott's neck as he began to slowly work his hips back and forth. “I’d put you right back to where you were before we did this and then I’d do it to you all over again. I’d make you need it bad. I’d make you dream about it. I’d make you feel me even when I wasn’t inside you.”

“Breaking…” Scott felt Derek’s hips tick up on the speedometer. They were coming in fast, making Scott’s bouncy ass cheeks CLAP against where Derek was bare-thighed. “I’m breaking…”

“You’re not.” Derek reassured, ramming his fat cock even quicker into the awakening potential of Scott’s untouched asshole. “You’re changing. That’s okay. You’re experiencing something new, making me feel so good. Doesn’t that make you feel good?”

“Y—yeah, it does.” Scott felt stuck in a daydream. What was life without pain or fear? Perfection. And it’s all that Scott could feel as Derek stretched him and made the inner tightness of his hole carve out a place for that man’s beautiful dick. “Feels really good right now…”

“See, look at how fast your body invites me in.” Derek kissed down against the back of Scott’s neck. He whispered filthy words of encouragement into the boy’s ears, feeling the way that Scott’s body seemingly reacted involuntarily. Before long, Derek didn’t even have to do much of the work. Scott was  throwing himself back to split his hole open on Derek’s big dick and moaning like a whore. “Ride that cock, Scott! Make me change for you. Make me change for this hole, Scott.”  

“D—daddy!” Scott twerked his hole, keeping one of his hands around to his front so that he could stimulate his pretty cunt. The sensation was strange, but strengthening in intensity the longer Scott worked. 

To have such a big dick rammed up his booty, while also having a pussy—empty, but getting tenderly fingered, the crossed wires blew fuses inside Scott’s brain and made his pussy begin to suckle around the two fingers that he kept plunging deep inside him. Again with the fingers, matched by how deep Derek was touching him from inside his other hole, Scott came quickly. No splashes, but lots of moaning, which forced Derek to reach around and cover up the boy's mouth with one of his hands. 

Derek could feel Scott orgasm. He was so far stuffed inside the boy’s guts that when Scott’s pussy started to flutter and suckle, Derek could feel Scott’s asshole begin to twitch and milk at him, all the same. It was all Derek needed to let go and allow that beast to crawl inside his front seat. He just hoped that Scott was ready to take it by the horns. 

“Changing?” Scott grumbled, pulling Derek’s clawed fingers away from his mouth. “Oh god, I can feel it already happening. Derek, you should take it out.”

“Don’t wanna…” Derek sounded like a petulant child and less like a forty-five year old doctor of medicine. But it was the lust answering the calls now. Derek was slipping back and the wolf was coming out to play—coming out to fuck. “Let it split you in half like a motherfucking log, Scott.”

“W—woah.” Scott pipped, feeling Derek’s cock begin to fatten up and increase dramatically in size. Nine inches grew to ten. And ten inches grew to eleven. Scott’s hole would’ve screamed if it could upon feeling Derek stretch it even wider around the doubling girth of that hot shaft. “It—it’s not stopping…D—Derek, oh my god…”

“Shh, baby…” Derek fisted Scott’s floppy hair and folded him down, pushing his face into the scratchy paper liner on the exam table. He hiked up the boy’s hips, claws pressing firm into the pretty skin but not daring to actually slice. “You’re making me change, Scott…and it feels so good.”

Derek shifted past his werewolf form, becoming unrecognizable in physical appearance. His white doctor’s coat split down the back as Derek’s muscle fibers ripped and reformed, bigger—enlarging themselves. Wiry black fur sprouted out from his sweaty skin. Derek’s face contorted, shifting into a meaner visage—a muzzle, long and pronounced, with a thick black nose that drooled. His jaw unhinged, fangs longer than ever before. Eyes red, flickering like fire. Derek’s hands, from where they kept on Scott’s hips, grew larger and more dangerous. He could snap bones with his strength. He could fit Scott’s face in just one palm. But it was his cock that changed the most, or at least that’s what it felt like for Scott, feeling it grow and transform inside him to such an enormous size.

“Aah - aah - fuck, Derek! Oh fuck - aah - aah - can feel it in my stomach - can feel it in my pussy—” Scott babbled, flailing his arms as his body lifted high off the ground in Derek’s hands. His feet dangled above the glistening puddle of his pussy’s furious dripping. Scott was properly hanging off Derek’s cock, being used like a plastic fuck sleeve for his own personal pleasure. “F—fuck me, D—daddy.”

Derek’s furry werewolf ears nearly touched the ceiling. His heightened form, hunched over and nearly completely naked from having just torn through the seams of his clothes. He yanked Scott’s limp body around from where he was hanging off of his dick, pulling him back and forth to use him like a cum rag. Scott cried and moaned, feet dangling—just one of his hands working tirelessly at his clit in an effort to pleasure himself while Derek ruined his tiny little hole. 

It was actually difficult for Scott to get his hands at his cunt, reaching hard between where his thighs were soaked. His stomach was so distended in shape from Derek’s ginormous cock plunging up his insides from the back. He felt like a pregnant woman in the way that he could barely even see his own feet from where they were barely able to reach the floor.  But Scott’s mind was so flustered and hazy that his hands just kind of moved on their own, chasing that carnal pleasure and obsessive need to cum for the hundredth time. 

Derek growled and finally withdrew his big cock from Scott’s tiny asshole with a furious pop. Scott’s hole audibly groaned and croaked, now empty and full gaped. Ruined. At least for the next 24-hours. If Derek wanted to take him later, he could do it with ease. He raised Scott’s hole up to his nose and sniffed long and hard, registering the boy’s claim into his memory. And then, Derek flipped Scott to lay on his back again atop the exam table—nearly knocking the air out of Scott’s lungs with a loud THUSSHHH.

“That’s bigger than you’ve ever let it get before.” Scott panted with a breathless rasp, watching Derek center himself between his legs from where they dangled off the edge of the exam table again. Derek’s monstrous cock slapped down between his thighs. It was almost the size of Scott’s entire upper torso, with a sleek shaft and fat cock head that was bubbling with pre-cum. “What’s that?”

Scott swallowed, gesturing down to where a bulbous fist-sized lump was throbbing at the base of Derek’s furry werewolf cock. He knew what it was. He worked at a vet clinic for fuck’s sake. But he couldn’t believe his eyes, actually seeing one present itself on Derek. The man he’d fucked a million times over in those woods. Derek only ever shifted to a first form, which was also covered head-to-toe in coarse black fur, with bigger muscles, and a slightly taller stature, but this form was tier-II on the monster meter. This was a full shift. This was the beast. This was the dick that was going to knot his pussy. 

“What do you think, Scott?” Derek snarled, grinning as some of that fatherly warmth soothed through his voice—making Scott’s hot cunt get really needy. “Do you think you can take all of it?”

“N—no, I—” Scott started. 

Derek grabbed hold of Scott’s ankles and hoisted them high up into the air. He used the power of his furry hips to align his cock with Scott’s naughty pussy and slowly started to sink into him. Scott’s toes curled instinctively as his body began to writhe back into the exam table. Derek pushed deeper—slower, giving Scott the time to actually react to watching something so big tear into the delicious meat of his pussy. 

“You can.” Derek said.

“N—no, I—” Scott gasped, repeating himself—train of thought be damned. He couldn’t fucking think. A werewolf was ruining his pussy in front of his very eyes. “N–no, I can’t…”

“You will.” Derek rumbled, feeding more of his inches into Scott. 

Scott cried out and started to finger his clit, rubbing tight circles against that pronounced head while more of Derek’s cock pushed into him. Every time Scott looked to see how much more there was left to fit inside him, his eyes widened in disbelief. Now he really was worried about breaking. 

“No, Derek—really, I don’t think I can.” Scott's words really didn’t match the actions that his body autonomously provided. He canted his hips upwards into Derek’s pushing, pussy getting nice and splashy to help guide that light to Scott’s dark center. He just kept mumbling, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” but after five minutes of the world’s most intimate taking, Scott looked down to see that Derek’s entire cock was sheathed fully inside him—presenting in its entirety as a bulge that Scott could physically touch and caress through the skin of his stomach. 

“It fit.” Scott groaned. 

“Told ya.” Derek ripped his hips backwards, slipping that fierce werewolf cock out from Scott’s pussy and then swung back inside for maximum damage. 

“DEREK!” Scott shouted—puffing out with a wheeze.

Derek kept doing the same thing, earning a weakened puff of disbelief from Scott every time. But Scott’s body drank him in just fine. Derek went berserk, keeping Scott’s ankles in his giant catcher-mitt werewolf hands as he pounded and pounded and pounded that tight pussy until it cried for him—splashing strong and hot against his fur that matted it down. But Derek’s speed didn’t slow. It didn’t even skip a beat. He fucked even faster, spearing Scott on his dick in a rage that made Scott go blank inside of his own head as he just grinned and babbled and rubbed thoughtless circles at his clit while his pussy kept ejacualating hot with juices like a fire hydrant left uncorked on the sidewalk. 

The tender smack of Derek’s knot bumping up against Scott’s pussy lips was pronounced. Scott heard it beat against him like a drum. Every time Derek’s hips pounded forward, there was a split second inside Scott’s mind that asked if this was when Derek was going to squeeze it inside and lock it into place. Again and again, Derek drove his dick into that warm suckling squeeze, smacking his knot against Scott like he was making a threat. It was building anticipation and that anticipation was turning Scott into a boiling swirl of mush and desperation, lust blown in his eyes as tears streaked down his face and down his thighs. 

“Knot me, daddy.” Scott finally managed the words. He wanted it more than air to breathe. 

Derek wasn’t a cruel monster. He loved Scott. He loved his mom. He listened to the things they said and the things they wanted. He was a provider, above all else. And Scott wanted his knot. He asked for it. No, he begged for it. He begged for it with his words. He begged for it with his body. So, Derek gave it to him—pushing hard and feeling his thick knot actually POP into that deep, nasty squelch of Scott’s abused little pussy. 

“Derek…” Scott didn’t even have the energy to say much more or do much more. His hand stopped playing with his pussy—falling limp at his side. 

Derek erupted inside Scott with what could only be described as if to dump a bucket of hot white glue into a thimble. It was so much that Scott’s midsection began to swell and fatten with audible gurgles—nothing leaking out, not even a spilled drop. The knot plugged everything and made certain that whatever his furry balls could produce would soak into the tender pink of Scott’s needy cunt. 

“So…hot.”  Scott groaned, blinking up through half-lidded eyes to where Derek was staring down at him with so much radiant love that those cruel wolfish features softened, letting Derek shift back into his handsome human form even though his cock remained violently large and knotted deep inside Scott’s body. 

“I love you.” Derek craned down and kissed Scott, feeling their kiss breathe a second life back into the boy’s body. He kissed back to him, slow and passionate, groaning out only when Derek’s hips briefly shifted—causing Scott to feel that knot unpleasantly tug at his pussy’s rim in a way that let him know that Derek wasn’t going to be softening and pulling out any time soon. 

“I love you too, Dad.” Scott wrapped his shaky legs around Derek’s waist—desperate to hold him close even though that knot was going to do the job anyway. 

They kissed more, basking in the passionate fumes that swirled around their heads and the air around them. The kissing melted the time. Forty minutes passed like it was nothing. Derek’s knot finally shrank and his cock shifted back to its human size and shape. But when he pulled out from Scott’s pussy, there was barely a trickle left to drool out from between his thighs. 

Scott’s body absorbed the cum into his fleshy walls. That was how werewolf cum reacted inside of humans. Scott didn’t have a womb, otherwise he’d surely be knocked up with several, maybe even dozens of pups. Derek was pretty potent, but instead of getting the boy pregnant, his knotted release simply soaked into the boy’s innards. Scott would certainly feel heavier for a few days, but his skin would get a nice radiant glow of health and happiness.

“Your clothes…fuck, how are you going to go back out there?” Scott tugged forward at where most of Derek’s clothes were shredded from his beastly transformation. 

Derek kissed Scott’s pretty lips and reassured him with a smooth caress of his hand through Scott’s moppy hair. He walked over to one of the medical cabinets in the corner of the room and opened it up. More shirts, more pants, lots of towels, and a spare white coat. He had it all worked out. 

“You knew we’d fuck?” Scott laughed, sitting at the edge of the exam table. The floors glistened from the shine of pussy juice he managed to wring out of him over the last hour or so. 

“I had an inkling of an idea that I’d be unable to remain unprofessional with you, Scott.” Derek tossed Scott a few heavy towels so that he could help soak up the floor. “Guess I was right about that.”

“Jesus, it’s been almost an hour and a half.” Scott glanced over to the clock on the wall. “Mom’s probably flipping out.”

“I told her a physical this thorough would probably take a while longer than she expected.” Derek buttoned up his new shirt and zipped up his black trousers. “Now I just need to send you down to the injection clinic to get those updated booster shots.”

“Still tingling...” Scott bit his bottom lip, slightly swinging his legs in a flirty manner as he slowly began dipping his fingers into that perfect cunt between his legs. “Just F.Y.I.”

“Don’t worry.” Derek said, publishing Scott’s updated physical notes to his medical chart online. “I’ll make sure to take care of that tonight.”

Notes:

I hope everybody enjoyed this one. Especially you, birthday boy @Scerek! Happy Birthday! 🎂