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You both grew up a little band of broken toys together. He was there for you when your mother abused you and you were always the one to unlock him from that damn freezer when his father had one too many beers. From the moment his dirty shaking hand grasped yours as you hauled his frightened body from the makeshift coffin, your friendship was cemented. When things grew too hostile at your respective houses, you both grabbed plenty of blankets and made your way to the abandoned shed in the woods behind your neighborhood. It was dank and small but it was perfect for the two of you. Curled around each other like broken puzzle pieces that somehow managed to fit perfectly together, it was the only semblance of safety the two of you knew until your parents died.
There was nothing about each other you didn’t know. While he loved you wholly from the very first day, you never thought anyone could love you for more than your body; the weird curvy black girl who ran away when things got too hard. But he did. He wiped your tears when boys in school would cruelly ask you for sexual favors in the hallways and call you a whore when you rejected them.
“Why do they say these things?” you cried into his shoulder while jealous girls passed you in the hallway. He smoothed your wild black curls with his hand giving you as much comfort as he could. His love for you outweighed the murderous rage he felt at the vindictive girls and horny boys who mocked you mercilessly for your large bust and hips that were genetically bestowed on you.
“They’re bastards, (Y/N), pay no attention to them,” he took your face in his hands and forced you to meet his gaze, “you’re perfect.” What you didn’t know is that he meant it with every fiber of his being; you truly were perfect in his eyes. He wanted to kiss away all of your pain and show you how much he meant those words. Instead he settled for kissing your forehead believing you would never love the likes of him.
You calmed him down when he panicked whenever older men to vaguely look like his father crossed into his line of sight. To this day, no one knows how he died, you’re just goddamn glad he did. The cancer didn’t take your mother soon enough for your broken psyche. It was in his arms that you sought comfort when you cried, guiltily relieved that she was finally gone. It was your front porch he collapsed on when Allison died and you felt a part of your soul die at the shattered boy in front of you. Somehow, you both managed to get suffer through the torture that was the supernaturally charged Beacon Hills High School in one piece.
You both ended up at the same college in Beacon Hills, as best friends do. You got closer to Derek Hale, the beautiful brooding Alpha wolf. Everyone in your group of friends knew Derek, you grew up around him. You always had a little bit of a crush on him, his knowing eyes always capable of seeing right through you. There was something different about being around him now that you were an adult. Because there was no shame in your crush now, you took a chance.
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Watching him watch you as you danced the night away in a campus bar was all it took to light the fire between you. You watched his eyes glow red as other men approached you in an attempt to feel your voluptuous body on theirs. You taunted him and those men with your body, completely confident in all your curvaceous glory. If you were closer, you would have heard the rumbling growls in his chest or noticed the scent of blood in the air as he dug his nails into the fleshy pads of his palms, fighting to stay human. Bored with your current dance partner, you cast him aside and stalked towards Derek. The moment you were within touching distance, Derek grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his heated and hard body, kissing you ferociously.
“I guess you don’t like teasing,” you pulled away laughing.
Derek’s only response was to kiss you again, his fingertips digging into your hips as if touching you was the only thing keeping him in the moment. But you were never one to let boys lead. Pinning his hands to his side, interlocking your fingers with his, you pulled away from his lips. He looked at you curiously, barely able to contain the lust in his eyes. You nipped at his bottom lip and felt his hips buck against you. His nostrils flared as you nipped his chin a little harder. He groaned. Moving along his jawline, you plastered it with soft kisses and he gripped your hands harshly in response. You took his earlobe between your teeth and bit down. He gasped audibly. You chuckled in his ear. With the tables turned on him, Derek was helpless against your wicked teasing.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to take you right here,” he warned you.
Words you never thought you’d hear from Derek Hale. You moved your lips to his neck which smelled of aftershave, sweat and man. You flicked your tongue out to finally taste him and his hips bucked again. You rejoiced internally. Being able to make the big bad Alpha Derek Hale come undone underneath you in some dark corner of a club with nothing but your mouth was a personal feat for you. Unable to stand your torment, Derek flipped your positions so that your back was against the wall and your hands were pinned in is. He moved your joined hands above your head and held them there, securing your wrist with one of his hands. Tracing a solitary finger from your earlobe to your lips, leaned in and nipped your ear. You moaned, surprised at the change in dominance, it was the first time someone had successfully subdued you, you kind of like it.
“You’re going to have to be quiet,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling you in all the right ways.
You bit his neck in an attempt to gain back some of your earlier control, but he was so much stronger than you, supernaturally so. He laughed and tightened his grip on your wrists, the delicious pain sending blood rushing between your legs. Something shifted in Derek as he smelled how aroused you were for him, your pheromones filling the air around you. His other hand pulled your waist into him and you felt the effect of your earlier torment rub against you. He gazed at you smugly not realizing what idea just popped into your head. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and ground yourself against him. You grinned in absolute wicked satisfaction as you watched his eyes roll back in pleasure, hissing at the contact.
“Now who has to be quiet,” you giggled.
He opened his eyes and you saw they’d returned to their Alpha state. The mere sight of him as he was losing control between your legs turned you on more than ever. He kissed you harshly and you felt the tips of his fangs with your tongue. He groaned into your mouth. He released your wrists and removed your legs from his waist. You whined in protest and the sound earned a lustful growl from him.
“Not here, I want to do this right” he said.
You looked at him in confusion; you under the impression this was just going to be a casual hook up. His eyes returned to their normal hazel color and he looked at you as if he were asking permission. You nodded, curious as to where this was going. He led you out of the bar and you found yourself walking towards his nearby loft. Turned on and curious, you followed him up the stairs of the building. He stopped abruptly as if he sensed your confusion.
“I don’t want you to be just another conquest for me, (Y/N), I want you.”
Completely taken aback from his proclamation, you gaped at him. He gazed back and you watched him steel himself for your rejection.
“I want you too, Derek.”
You pressed a hesitant kiss to his lips. He scooped you into his impressive arms as if you were light as a feather and raced up the stairs to his loft. Shifting your body into one arm, he unlocked the door and carried you into the bedroom. You regained your earlier confidence and wrapped your legs around his waist again. He groaned into your hair as you rocked your hips against him. Falling back into the bed, he kissed you from lips to collarbone. You moaned unabashedly, grinding harder against Derek, needing him, craving him. His hands slid from your hair to the waistband of your pants and he looked at you, seeking permission.
“Please Derek,” you whispered.
He needed no more confirmation. He swiftly undid your pants and pulled them down, only to find you completely bare. His breath hitched and he looked at you with unadulterated desire.
“It’s too hot for underwear,” you grinned wickedly.
He tore your pants from your body, ripping them in the process. He looked at you sheepishly, you shrugged. Your ass had gotten too big for them anyway. Kissing you from ankle to inner thigh, it seemed you were the one in for teasing torment this time. When he nipped your thigh, you threw your head back in pure pleasure. He seemed to kiss and nip everywhere but the one place you so desperately hungered for his mouth. You sank your fingers into his thick black hair and yanked his mouth where you desired it most. When his tongue made contact with you core, you almost cried from the sheer pleasure of it. Derek Hale, cunt licker connoisseur, who could have known? He and his tongue were quick learners; it didn’t take him very long to figure out exactly how you liked to be eaten and boy did he eat! Derek ravished your cunt with his mouth, switching between long gentle licks and probing quick ones. This man knew his way around a clitoris and took the utmost pleasure and showing you the extent of his knowledge.
“Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Derek! Fuck!”
He laughed at your profanities and the vibration of it sent you over the edge. You clamped your thick thighs around his head and came uncontrollably on his mouth. When you were done, he untangled himself for your legs and climbed up to kiss you. You quite enjoyed tasting yourself on his tongue. You rolled him over onto his back and ran your hands up and down his thighs. You sat back on your heels and reached for the waistband of his pants, purposefully grazing the palm of your hand over his prominent hardness. He bit back a moan, and you were disappointed with his controlled reaction. Gazing at him with wicked intent, you raked your long nails down his thighs. He unwittingly bucked his hips and moaned loudly. There’s the reaction you were looking for. Undoing his pants, he lifted his hips so you could slide them down his body. Much to your surprise, he was going full commando as well.
After all these years you were finally in bed with a half-naked Derek Hale and it seemed like the man in your fantasies didn’t live up to the man in reality. His cock stood tall, thick and proud; you were slightly concerned about being able to fit all of it. You knelt between his legs and placed a kiss on his tip. He gripped the sheets of the bed and moaned. As you licked the underside of him, you watched in fascination as pre-cum drizzled profusely from his cock.
“Fuuck!” It was his turn to curse to the heavens.
Using nothing but the tip of your tongue, you teased out as much pre-cum as you could before Derek finally reached for your arms and pulled you up to him.
“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep tormenting me like this.” He reached out to the nightstand next to him and pulled out a condom packet; for some reason, I weren’t surprised at all at the number of condoms he had stashed in his drawer. He rolled it onto his cock and pulled your hips down to his. You braced your hands on his broad chest and he thrusted himself into you. You gasped at the sensation of being filled so completely. He watched your face for signs of discomfort or pain and gave you time to get adjusted to his size. Unable to stand the waiting, you rocked yourself onto his cock and he tightened his grip on your hips, fingernails digging into your skin. He thrust into you faster and met your rhythm. You threw your head back and moaned loudly. Finally, everything you ever wanted was coming true. Derek Hale bringing you pleasure. Derek Hale losing control as he buries himself inside you. Derek Hale moaning your name. Derek Hale. You fell into his chest and you both rocked faster. He kissed your neck frantically. You lost yourself in the sensations, feeling yourself approaching the edge…so close.
“Derek—I’m gonna—,” you cried out.
“Let go, (Y/N). Let go.”
You exploded in ecstasy and triggered his orgasm with yours. He clutched you close and emptied himself into the condom. You kissed deeply as you came down from your joined high. He pulled himself out of you, triggering another mini orgasm and you collapsed on the bed. He tossed the condom in the trash and collapsed next to you.
“Holy shit”, you both said in unison. Chuckling, he pulled you close and kissed your forehead.
“Do you think every time is going to be like that?” you asked.
“God, I hope not. You might kill me,” he replied laughing. You closed your eyes and settled into his arms. You couldn’t wait to tell Isaac that you finally met the man of your dreams.