Derek Hale's trip to New Orleans
( Gift for @justanothervoreblog )
Derek Hale leaned against the polished bar, nursing his third bourbon of the evening. He was sitting there alone. As Derek contemplated ordering another round, another shot glass was pushed towards him. A man had bought Derek a drink, a man none other than Klaus Mikaelson, of course, Derek didn’t know who he was. Klaus smiled charmingly at Derek, his eyes glinting with a powerful predatory hunger that not even Derek could detect.
“You, my friend, are not a local. I would remember a handsome face like yours.”
Derek looked at the older man, hesitant to respond. He takes the shot and downs it in one go, the liquid burning his throat slightly.
“The name is Klaus, Klaus Mikaelson. What are you in town for?” Klaus asked.
“Just passing through,” Derek quietly responded, still wary of the man. His muscles flexed beneath his tight-fitting t-shirt, much to Klaus’ pleasure. Klaus smiled, his bright white teeth on display.
“A man like you deserves much more than a fleeting visit. I bet I can make it worth your while. Klaus leaned in closer, his gaze intensifying as it raked over Derek's muscular form. "You're not being entirely truthful with me, Derek. I can smell the wolf on you, the strength, the raw, untapped potential." His voice dropped to a low, menacing growl. "Don't you want to explore what this city, what I, could offer you?"
“How do you know my name?” Derek asked worriedly as he balled his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white.
“That’s none of your concern. Now, come with me. Klaus requested firmly.
Without waiting for a response, he dragged Derek off the barstool and towards the door, his grip tight and unyielding. Derek stumbled, caught off guard by the sudden movement.
Klaus led Derek into a narrow alley, the dim light from the streetlamps casting long, dark shadows across their faces. He shoved Derek against the rough brick wall, his body pinning the werewolf's bulkier frame with ease. Derek could feel the coldness of Klaus's skin, the unnatural stillness of his heartbeat. A flicker of fear, long dormant, stirred in his gut. His breath came faster, he knew he should be fighting back, should unleash his wolf and teach this arrogant man a lesson. But there was something Klaus had that Derek didn’t; power. So he stood there, pinned and painting as Klaus slowly brought his fangs to Derek’s neck. Derek could only wince in pure submission as the hybrid’s teeth punctured through his throat.
Klaus's eyes flashed with a ravid hunger as he felt Derek's acceptance, the werewolf's pulse pounding against his sharp, pointy fangs. He drank deeply, savoring the rich, metallic taste of Derek's blood, a flavor he knew he would crave forever. As he pulled back, a trickle of crimson raced down Derek's throat.
“You taste delicious,” Klaus said as he ran his hands over Derek’s muscular chest, sharp nails scratching the bigger wolf’s body. Klaus’ hand ran lower, palming the firm globes of Derek’s ass through his jeans. Derek moaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as a jolt of pleasure ran through him.
"Such a magnificent beast," Klaus whispered, his breath hot against Derek's ear. "I'm going to take you, Derek. I'm going to claim every inch of you until you forget your own name until all you know is the feeling of my cock tearing you open."
Klaus captured Derek’s lips in a wet kiss, his tongue diving into the werewolf’s mouth to taste every inch of him. Derek moaned into the kiss, his tongue tangling with Klaus as a wave of desire crashed over him. He could feel his dick hardening in his jeans, straining almost painfully.
Klaus’ hands roamed Derek’s body greedily, squeezing the firm muscles he found. He tugged at Derek’s shirt, pulling it over the man’s head and tossing it aside.
"Fuck, you're even more gorgeous than I thought," Klaus growled appreciatively, his fingers tracing the lines of Derek's pecs. "I'm going to mark every inch of this stunning body as mine."
Klaus leaned in, his fangs hovering over Derek’s nipples before biting down hard. Klaus’ hands moved to Derek’s belt, unbuckling it with such speed. He popped the button of Derek’s jeans and yanked them down, along with his boxers, allowing the werewolf’s massive erection to spring out. Derek’s cock was thick and throbbing, already leaking small ounces of pre-cum.
“Look at this beautiful cock,” Klaus growled, wrapping a firm hand around it.
Klaus undid his own pants, showcasing his just as impressive member. He pressed it in between the globes of Derek’s ass, the cool flesh sending a jolt of pleasure through Derek’s body.
“Beg for it,” Klaus commanded. “Beg for it like the little submissive bitch you are.”
Derek painted heavily, “Please,” he gasped out. “Please, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me! Please, Klaus!”
“That’s a good boy,” Klaus praised before gripping Derek’s hips bruisingly tight and slamming forward, burying his massive cock balls deep into the tight clenches of Derek’s ass. Derek screamed as Klaus’ cock damn near tore him apart.
“Fuck you’re so tight.” Klaus snarled. “Such a perfect little cock slave for me to use and ruin.”
Derek howled in pained ecstasy, his cock pulsing and leaking between his legs.
"That's it," Klaus growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Come for me, Derek. I want to feel you come on my cock like the little slut you are."
Derek felt himself getting closer and closer and Klaus continued to thrust into him.
“Fuck, Klaus. I’m so close!” Derek roared as thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip, coating Klaus and himself. Klaus let out a deep groan, Derek’s climax triggering his own. He let out a groan as he emptied himself inside of Derek, filling the werewolf’s gaping hole with his seed.
As the waves of their mutual orgasm came between them, Klaus suddenly wrapped his arms around Derek, holding him in a crushing embrace before Klaus opened his mouth wide and shoved the werewolf’s head in. Derek gasped as he felt Klaus’ tongue run along his face, coating him in a wave of saliva. Klaus kept pulling, his jaws and throat stretching further and further as he continued to swallow his meal whole. Once Klaus got to Derek’s crotch, he made sure to lick any semen that was left over from Derek’s orgasm. He finished the wolf off after swallowing both of his legs like drumsticks. Derek found himself inside the confines of Klaus’ hot and putrid stomach. The muscles squeezed all around him, creating a heavy amount of new sensations Derek had never felt before.
From the confines of Klaus’ stomach. Derek could hear Klaus let out a loud, wet belch, the sound echoing in the tight space.
“URRRRRP! Ah that hit the spot,” Klaus remarked, patting his massively rounded-out stomach.
Derek could only groan in response, already feeling Klaus’ stomach working overtime to break down the large meal.
Klaus would soon jerk off as he felt Derek slowly pass away inside him. The hybrid moaned as he stroked himself vigorously. After a few moments, he let out one final moan as streams of cum exploded from his cock. Klaus laid back against a wall and started to pass out.
(Okay, that was extremely fun to write! I think Teen Wolf is a fantastic show and definitely one of my favorites. Let me know if you have any requests or ask. I'll try to reach them all! Oh, and check out @justanothervoreblog. He's an awesome guy!)