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Baby Got Back

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Stiles finds out that Derek's let his body hair grow in. He has thoughts...a lot of them...and he's not afraid of sharing them

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For 1_million_words Bingo Challenge: Kink 4x4 #1 - Body part or size fetish

I guess this kind of works for it??

6/1- retroactively dedicating this one to the lovely @AndyLM who has made two wonderful pieces of art for two of my different stories...and who may have wound up inspiring this by posting a picset of hairy "derek" frolicking naked in the woods lmao

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Stiles didn’t know when Derek had finally given up on his masochistic work out tendencies and started letting himself go a little, but he definitely remembered the day he found out.  They’d been chasing through the Preserve after the latest ridiculous big bad, Derek in all his four legged wolfy glory with Stiles absolutely not huffing and puffing behind them trying to keep up without breaking his neck by tripping over an inconvenient tree root or something.  After all was said and done and the creature was in itty bitty carved up pieces, Derek had shifted back, easy as pie, his back towards Stiles.

Now, it should be noted that between the whole gym and lacrosse thing at school and the wolfy thing, mostly, out of it, Stiles had seen way more of his friends then he ever really needed to.  That is to say, he’d seen them in various states of nudity more times than he could count at that point.  He’s seen Derek naked more than enough times that his spank-bank is overflowing.  But, Stiles had been away at college for the semester and, apparently, during that time, Derek had let himself go.  Not to say he was fat or anything, Stiles was pretty sure the werewolf metabolism kept them all in some type of universal good shape, but he was softer, there was a slight roundness to his hip bones that hadn’t been there before, and his ass, gods the things Stiles wanted to do to that ass, thick and meaty and just begging to be worshipped.

But more importantly, Derek was furry .  Not, like, wolfy furry, but man furry.  Apparently he’d stopped the ridiculous amount of manscaping he’d been doing and let his body go au natural, so now there was dark curly hair covering his ass and blending into the hair on his thighs and when he turned around, Stiles could see the thick layer now covering the broad, muscled chest as well. 

“...iles.  Stiles!”

“Huh?” Stiles jerked his attention away from the oh so slightly rounded hairy belly Derek was sporting to meet his gaze.

“Are you okay? You’re being weirder than normal.”

“I want to eat you.”

Derek’s eyebrows winged upwards in surprise, his mouth working open and closed as he attempted to say something to the completely off the wall statement, finally ending up with a confused, “What?”

“Your ass, I mean.  I want to eat your ass.” Stiles was sure he had to be blushing bright as a tomato, but he couldn’t stop the words spilling from him if he tried.  “Fuck, you’ve always been hot, but now...I want to worship your ass, I want to see if your ass jiggles if I smack it. I want to fill my hands up with it.  I want you to sit on my face while I eat you out ‘til you’re crying. I want to jerk myself off over those gorgeous furry globes and watch my cum stick to it. I want to kiss your belly and rub my face over it.”

“Did...Did you inhale something? What…? I don’t...I don’t understand.”

“You’re hot and you look like you’ve finally learned to relax and like you might actually be learning how to be happy again and I want to worship your body and lick every fuzzy inch of you I can.”

“Fuuuuck!” 

Stiles finally realized that his words were definitely having an effect on the older man as he wrapped one broad hand around his outrageously thick shaft, hard and pulsing and jutting out into the air away from the neatly trimmed nest of dark curls surrounding it, and Stiles had never been so turned on in his entire life.  He watched as Derek’s nostrils flared before taking in a deep breath, his amazing technicolor eyes changing to glowing red once more.

“You should run.”

Stiles swallowed hard, taking a step back. “R-run?”

“Yes, run.  Because unless you want to get fucked on the forest floor, you better try to make it back to the pack house where there’s some lube before I catch you.”

“Lube? Yes. Right. I can...we should...yeah, that’s totally a thing that should happen. And, I’m going now.”

They totally didn’t make it back to the house for the first round, the two rolling naked on the ground, Stiles finally getting his hands on that body he’d been drooling over, before sucking each other off. By the end of the night, Stiles did get a chance to mark a few more items off his wishlist though.  And if they fell asleep with Stiles’ half hard cock nestled between the furry cheeks of Derek’s ass, well, that was only for them to know.

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