SinQueen69

“Fuck, fuck,” Stiles chanted as he clawed at Derek’s offending shirt.  
“Goddamn,” Derek muttered as he let Stiles rip his shirt off, moaning when Stiles instantly fastened his mouth to his nipple. Derek let it happen as he tore Stiles’ shirt to shreds, the younger man’s pants following. A soft pink glow emitting from the small arrow wound on Derek’s right shoulder and Stiles’ left shoulder, but neither noticed it in the frantic rush to get the other naked as fast as possible. 

“If you don’t get inside of me right this second I will rip your throat out with my teeth,” Stiles snarled as he jumped up and wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist, gripping the werewolf’s shoulders. 

“That’s the fucking plan,” Derek growled as he gripped Stiles’ bare ass, feeling slick and heat emitting from the teen’s cunt as he hurriedly walked them backwards until he was pinning Stiles down on his bed in the corner of the loft.  
“Hurry the fuck up,” Stiles snapped as he rubbed at his aching clit, legs spreading wide as he stared up at Derek hungrily as Derek had taken a moment to strip himself of his jeans and underwear. Stiles moaned outright when Derek’s huge cock slapped against his stomach, hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum already.   
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet already,” Derek commented as he reached down and slotted two fingers into the teen’s cunt. They were eagerly welcomed and soon drenched with slick as he pumped them in and out, his mind may be hazy with pure desire, but he wasn’t going to risk tearing Stiles’ apart.  
“Fuck me, that’s so good.” Stiles moaned, rocking down to take Derek’s fingers in deeper. Derek hooked them up and Stiles all but shot off the bed with a cry that made Derek feel feral.

Derek removed his fingers quickly after that and gripped the teen’s thighs, he paused as he was about to move between them. Something deep in him told him this wasn’t the right position, his shoulder throbbed for a brief moment. Stiles squeaked when Derek suddenly flipped him onto his stomach before grabbing his hips and yanking his lower half upwards. 
“Yes, yes, this is good, perfect,” Stiles babbled as a sense of right settled in his bones at the new position. Derek plastered himself over Stiles’ back, rutting his cock lazily against Stiles’ ass cheek for a brief moment before Stiles made an impatient noise.

“Desperate thing,” Derek commented as he lined his cock up to Stiles’ pussy properly. 
“Yeah because you’re so collected and calm right now,” Stiles snapped back, Derek growled with his teeth bared before he shoved into the teen. Stiles squealed and moaned as he all but collapsed face first onto the bed as he was split open on the older man’s huge cock.  
Stiles’ world spun and went fuzzy but it was the most amazing thing Stiles had ever experienced, he could feel every thick inch of Derek’s cock inside of him and he wanted to keep it inside of him more than anything. 

Derek’s world narrowed down to the tight, wet clutch of Stiles’ cunt. Virgin or not didn’t matter in this moment, Derek would have Stiles’ cunt over and over again forever. Derek would fuck it until it was gaping and leaking his cum, he would fuck Stiles’ perfect pussy until Stiles’ stomach was swollen with Derek’s pups and after he gave birth to them, Derek would breed him again and again. 
“Gonna breed you, gonna always keep you pregnant with my pups.” Derek promised, partial shift overcoming him as he drew his hips back and slammed back into Stiles. 
“Yes, oh God yes, please breed me, yes, yes, want that, want your pups!” Stiles sobbed, gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat as he rocked back to meet each one of Derek’s desperate thrusts. 

A haze of sex and heat spread over the two as they roughly fucked, forever changing their bodies and minds as the pink glow from their shoulders grew brighter and stronger until it engulfed them both. Neither noticed as their orgasms hit them fast and hard, Stiles all but screaming as his release squirted violently out of him while Derek roared, eyes flaring bright red as a knot swelled at the base of his cock.

Derek slammed his growing knot into Stiles’ cunt, Stiles squealed and squirted for a second time when he was spread obscenely wide on the werewolf’s knot and a large load of hot cum rushed into him.

“Yes, yes, feels so good,” Stiles slurred as he rubbed his stomach, making a soft crooning noise as he felt his stomach soften under the onslaught of cum that Derek was pumping into him.

Sometimes Hopper wondered why he decided to even become police chief. Hopper leaned against the hood of his squad car as he watched as the last few giggling and drunk teens left the quarry. Hopper kept a stern glare on his face with his arms crossed over his broad chest as he ensured the stragglers left the party he had just broken up. 

Hopper ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the mess of solo cups and what he was pretty sure were condoms scattered across the ground. Hopper pushed off of his squad car and began his final loop around the quarry to ensure the dumbass teens were all gone for the night. 

It wasn’t until he was half-way done his loop when a familiar head of brown hair caught his eye. Hopper found himself hurrying to the figure who was leaning against a thick tree trunk and sighed as the pretty face of Steve Harrington peered up at him. 

“For fucks sake,” Hopper sighed as he took in the hazy, clearly drunk look on Steve’s face and how his pupils were fully dilated and glassed over.  
“Heeeyyy Chief,” Steve slurred, raising a hand as he stumbled slightly over the uneven ground as he headed towards Hopper. 
“You’re completely wasted kid, what the hell,” Hopper caught Steve by his upper arms, unable not to notice how his large hands completely wrapped around the teen’s arms.  
“Was having a greaaaatt time Chief, but I feeeeelll bad now.” Steve pouted as he swayed side to side even as Hopper held him upright.  
“You drink this much and you would,” Hopper raised an eyebrow as Steve leaned towards him, nuzzling his cheek against Hopper’s uniform covered chest sloppily. 

“Nah, always feel bad. Just wanna feeeeellll good Chief,” Steve simpered as he hooked his fingers in Hopper’s belt loops, clinging to the older and taller man desperately.  
“You want to feel good kid?” Hopper said slowly as a twisted idea took hold of his mind. Hopper knew this state would equal in black out drunk with no memories of the night would be retained by the teen in the morning.  
“Yeaaahhh, wanna feel good.” Steve slurred, head falling back to pout up at Hopper cutely.  
“I’ll make you feel good kid,” Hopper lowered his voice as his morals took a backseat, it was high time he took advantage of a perk of his job as Chief.  
“Yay,” Steve cheered as he swayed back on his heels but Hopper kept him upright with firm hands. Hopper walked Steve back until the teen was pressed against the tree trunk again, Hopper shifted them until they were both hidden from the road leading into the quarry but the flashing lights of his squad car would keep people away for the time being.  
Hopper shifted his arms down Steve’s arms, gathered the teen’s wrists in one hand and pinned them above Steve’s head. Steve whimpered, hazy eyes fluttering slightly at the show of strength. Hopper wasted no time as he flicked open the button and zipper on Steve’s jeans, sliding the denim down around the teen’s shaky thighs. 

Hopper shoved the teen’s boxers down just enough to expose the teen’s half-hard cock and he wrapped his fingers tightly around the hardening flesh. Steve let out a cute moan, hips arching forward as Hopper began to stroke the teen’s cock. Steve’s cock swelled up under the rough friction, pre-cum leaking from the tip and helped the dry slide of Hopper’s hand turn into something smoother. 

Hopper chuckled at how after a few firm strokes the teen was rock hard and throbbing against his palm. Hopper quickened his strokes as he leaned down and mouthed at the teen’s throat, enjoying the way Steve shuddered under his touches. Hopper sucked wetly at Steve’s throat as he tighten his grip on the teen’s cock and twisted his wrist just right. 

“Chief,” Steve whined as he arched, thrashing against Hopper’s hands keeping his wrists pinned above his head as he came, cum spurting over Hopper’s hand as his cock pulsed. 

“Good boy,” Hopper praised as he ensured to catch as much of the teen’s cum on his fingers as he could. Steve whimpered at the praise, the booze in his system plus the high of his orgasm had him trembling and staring dazed at the Chief. 

Hopper pulled away from the light mark he left behind on Steve’s throat and manhandled the teen until Steve was facing the tree trunk. Hopper kicked Steve’s apart, chuckling as Steve swayed and fumbled as his coordination was still off thanks to how drunk and out of it he was.  
Hopper slathered Steve’s cum over the teen’s hole with broad strokes before forcing a finger into the teen’s hole. Steve keened, head clunking against the tree trunk as his back arched as the man pumped his finger in and out of Steve, using the teen’s cum to ease the slide of his finger. 

“You’re not as tight as I thought you’d be kid, not surprising with how pretty you are.” Hopper commented lazily as he added a second finger, crooking it upwards in a way that made Steve cry out cutely. 

Hopper rubbed against Steve’s prostate a few more times before he withdrew his fingers, ensuring they were spread wide so the teen’s hole was stretched. Hopper hurriedly opened his uniform pants and clicked his tongue as he pulled out a condom with a sigh. As much as he wanted to see his cum drip from the teen’s well-fucked hole, at this moment it was smarter to use a condom.  Hopper rolled it on with a low groan as his hard cock throbbed, he gripped the base and guided it into the teen’s hole. Steve choked on his next breath as Hopper breached him with a steady, intense pressure. 

“Be good for me kid,” Hopper warned as he used his body height and weight to press Steve firmly against the tree. Steve mewled and gasped, sounding drunk and dumb as Hopper bottomed out with a contented sigh. It had been so long since he had fucked a hole this tight and greedy. 
“That’s real good kid,” Hopper praised in a gruff voice as he began to draw his hips back, Steve whining at the drag of the older man’s cock against his insides before gasping when Hopper slammed back in. 


“Best fuck I’ve had in a while,” Hopper grunted as he gripped Steve’s hip with his free hand and began to fuck into the teen in earnest. Steve whined and whimpered pathetically as Hopper’s hips slapped hard against his ass, driving his cock into the teen’s ass with barely restrained desperation. 

“Shit, shit,” Hopper swore under his breath as he rutted into Steve who was going limp as if he was loosing consciousness. Hopper held Steve’s body in place as he chased his pleasure with rough, sharp thrusts, wishing the condom wasn’t a barrier between them. 


Steve let out a soft sigh as his head tipped back against Hopper’s collarbone, eyes closed and face slack as he passed out. Hopper pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek absently as he ground his throbbing cock deep into the teen’s unconscious body before he let out a long moan as he finally came. 

Hopper held Steve upright as he filled the condom with his release. Steve squirmed in his unconscious state as Hopper propped him up enough to slide out of him and let Steve slump against the tree trunk. Hopper used one arm to ensure Steve didn’t collapse to the ground as he used his other hand to pull off of the condom and toss it on the ground, adding to the mess of other condoms and solo cups.