This is based off of a roleplay I'm doing with a friend of mine.
Stiles Stilinski is a hooker being hired for Derek Hale's twenty third birthday, but this wasn't how any of this was supposed to turn out.
Warnings: Sexual content, accidental knotting/claiming, A/B/O-verse, language, mentions of abuse
I do not own characters used or anything.
Enjoy.
It wasn't supposed to end this way, none of this should have been this way and yet it was. It all started one strange, wildly perfect night.
And it completely sucked.
Stiles didn't think tonight was the best for business. Most Tuesday nights were filled with silence and the occasional drunk prick who thought he could get some action for free. Those types of men Stiles found laughable.
He had a cigarette stuck between his teeth. It wasn't that he even enjoyed smoking, it was more so the action of smoking, the feeling of the cigarette that he liked, plus he always thought that the smoke gave him a bit of an aura of mystery. He doubt anyone noticed that.
He saw a car pull up just across the street, seeing as no other people were working the corner that night he figured he'd walk over.
The young hooker strut over, pulling all the strings to be sexy. He leaned over the car window, watching as it rolled down, three men sat in. He rose a brow, the more people the more he cost. Hopefully he would make bank tonight. He smirked and flipped his hair out of his face, batting his lashes. "What can I do for you big boy?" He purred, watching the man in the driver's seat but talking to the brunette in the passenger.
They all looked about his age, maybe a year or so older, he had never been good at guessing age, but they all had the same scent… alphas. Stiles fucking loved alphas. "How much?" The passenger seat asked. Right to the point, Stiles loved men like that. He hated the whole 'Flirt until you sound fucking stupid' tactic that most losers tried.
He rose his hips a bit as he bent over, showing off his tight, rather perky ass off. He wore jet black booty shorts, ones that shaped his rear perfectly. Above those was a white crop top with the words 'Boy London' written in gold, a gold belly button ring just below that. He smirked. "Three hundred an hour sugar." He said coyly. "But its fifty for each extra." He was talking about the people, he wasn't into the whole, group orgy fuck unless he got paid for it. "I'm a high end bitch, can you handle that?"
The passenger side smirked playfully. "That's exactly what we're looking for. I've got this friend right? It's his birthday and he needs to get laid." He said. "He's uptight as fuck… three hours, half up front half after, does that work for you?"
Three hours with a birthday boy? He supposed he couldn't say no to that…. The passenger opened the front car door for him, even getting out, how gentlemanly.
"So sugar, this friend of yours, what is he?" Stiles asked, he could handle beta, he wanted an alpha but he would hate if this friend was another omega.
"Alpha, don't you worry that pretty little ass." The passenger said, getting in behind him, there wasn't much room and Stiles, as shameless as he was, just sat directly in his lap. The passenger blushed heavily. Stiles didn't care.
"Perfect." He purred.
This was just the beginning.
They drove him a good fifteen minutes out of the ghetto district to where the rich and privileged lived. Stiles looked around curiously, he had never been here before. They drove him up to the end of the block as they passed the biggest houses that Stiles had ever seen in his entire life. He could hear the music thumping loudly from a block away and assumed this was the party house. He would never turn down a killer party.
When they arrived, passenger helped him out of the car, Stiles popped in some minty fresh gum, trying to clear his breath of cigarette smile. "Holy shit…" He whispered.
There was a few hundred people around the near mansion. Girls dancing wildly, some in the fountain out front in just their bras and panties, Stiles was gay but he could appreciate some fine fucking women. He let out a wolf whistle before turning back to the party. "This is the place?" He asked.
Passenger nodded, "Yeah, the party is kind of winding down." After all it was two am but this was what they called winding down?! Hell no… this was in full swing. "Come on in omega, he's in here." He said.
Stiles followed.
Inside wasn't much better, the house was clearly classy and old but tonight it was the center of the world. There was a makeshift stage where two girls on poles danced in sync to Revolver, some Madonna song not that Stiles would know. It wasn't like her music was on his phone or anything. He gulped, those girls knew how to dance, on the floor was more people, dancing, drinking, enjoying the night. He had never really liked large crowds.
He looked around with wide eyes, one man, beta if the smell hinted at anything, grinded against him, hands on his hips. Stiles couldn't help dancing to the beat but the passenger pulled him away. "Come on." He said sternly.
Stiles followed, nervous actually. Rich boy, big house, lots of people and loud music… he could do this. He was a hooker after all. "Where's the birthday boy?" He nearly shouted over the music. He didn't get an answer seeing as he was being pulled like a rag doll.
"Kitchen! Just give us a minute!" passenger said, Stiles almost wished the man had a name, calling him passenger was annoying.
Stiles was left alone once more. This was not a normal night for him.
He watched everyone dancing, the couples, the drunks and the ladies. Fuck part of him wanted to look like them and the other wanted to dance like that. He wished he had curves like that…
He was brought out of his trace by being yanked to the huge kitchen. Fucking hell, the kitchen was bigger than his entire house!
"You bought me a fucking hooker!" A man yelled, eyes flashing red with anger. He figured this was the birthday boy. "A hooker?!" He shouted. Stiles glanced up… good god that was one fine man.
He was tall, huge really, his face chiseled from god himself, his chin covered in stubble. Stiles gulped softy, hell yes.
Apparently even the softest of noises the alpha could hear. He was suddenly very much aware that all eyes were on him.
"You didn't say he was a boy." The largest alpha said quietly. Stiles blushed, he was a bit of a shy kid sometimes.
He got out of that quickly as he hopped up on the counters, they were cold and smooth against his milky thighs, marble he was sure of it.
He spread his legs, biting his lip. "That's right big boy, all man just here." He grabbed his crotch just to prove, of course his omega cock was more for cosmetics more than anything, he couldn't really fuck well with it and it didn't have any way to make kids. Cosmetics felt good to grab though. "Why don't you take a look."
Passenger looked at the birthday boy and smirked. "Come on man!" He begged. "It's your birthday, you need to unwind, get something good tonight." He smirked and playfully hit him.
"It's just one night and it'll be fun!" The other man said, he knew the voice but not the face, he assumed that this had been the guy in the backseat of the car. It wasn't like it actually mattered to him.
The birthday boy seemed to really not like this. "You can imagine I'm your crush if it helps." Stiles offered.
Birthday boy walked over, looking down as his friends watched. "Whatever they are paying you, I'll double it if you leave. I'm not into guys." But that reaction when Stiles walked in spoke worlds more about his sexuality.
Stiles watched carefully, smirking and licking his lips. Whether it be 900 or 1800, he would make bank tonight. "Double to leave? That'll be 1800." He purred, crossing his legs classily.
He did a double take, where in the fuck did they find such a pricy hooker?!
"… Fuck, that's a lot… okay, I can't do that all at once." He whispered shakily, this house also said otherwise. His friends left him there to dig himself out of his grave, snickering behind him.
He rose a brow. This poor guy seemed humiliated and his friends were no help, that was no way to spend a birthday. "Come with me." He said, jumping down and pulling the man to the nearest bathroom that he could see. It was the only one not being used for sex or pissing. "So…" Stiles began, not the first time he started his work day in the bathroom but defiantly the nicest one he had been in.
Birthday boy sighed. "Look, I've never done this before and I'm not sure I want to do this with… someone…" He trailed off, Stiles could fill in the blanks. 'With a person like you.'
"Alright sugar." He said, he usually didn't let this go but honestly the larger alpha looked humiliated. "Here's how this'll go, go downstairs and tell your friends I want my cash up front. It's your birthday, they pay. Tell them I'll give you the time of your life. We'll go to your bedroom and we don't have to do anything, we can watch tv for an hour if it makes you feel better."
"Wait… what?" He asked, confused as hell. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"I want to be paid, some of us actually have to pay rent ya know, but we don't need to actually do anything. Just tell your friends you fucked the hooker and pay me." He shrugged, it honestly wasn't that complicated.
Birthday boy looked like he was in deep thought, biting down on his lower lip that Stiles wanted to suck on. "… Deal, if you're really alright with this." He said.
Hell, if Stiles got paid, he was into anything.
He took Stiles by the arm up the first flight of stairs, leading him into a rather spacy bedroom. It was fairly bare of anything Stiles would consider a personality but to the birthday boy it was home. Stiles plopped down on the bed, kicking his heeled boot clad feet out and letting them fall back to hit the bed. "I'll be back, don't make a mess." The man said sternly and Stiles' wolf felt compelled to listen.
He walked out, closing the door behind him to make sure that no one saw the complete, scantily dressed prostitute sitting on his bed.
As soon as the bedroom door shut however Stiles jumped up. He found the bedside table that was covered in newspaper and books, searching in the three drawers for any STI medication. He had condoms on hand of course but he was a sucker for safety. He furrowed his brow. There was a tiny notebook that Stiles was curious to open, but he refrained. He saw nothing out of the ordinary and decided that he was clean enough. He found a few things he liked, a necklace that he wanted to take, the notebook, but he didn't. He wasn't a kleptomaniac, so he wouldn't.
He jumped on the bed again, playing with his belly button ring. He glanced up when the bedroom door opened again, biting his lip. The handsome man returned with the wad of cash in his hand and a box of pizza. Stiles fucking loved pizza.
He sat up as the man closed the door, handing Stiles the money. $450 even. He would get the rest later. He shoved the cash into his wallet that didn't look like it would fit in his tight boot and yet did. He smirked and stood, taking the box. "Alright sugar." He purred out.
"So… we don't have to do anything?" The man asked. Stiles shook his head, opening the box. Perfect! Pepperoni.
"Not unless you want to." He said, sitting back on the bed as he shoved half of a slice into his mouth. The man watched curiously. "Some things cost extra, but you have me for three hours."
"I'll keep that in mind." He muttered, he ate his slice a bit cleaner, not getting the tomato sauce and grease all over his chin. "So this can be like a paid night off?" He asked with a grin.
"Sounds great to me." Stiles loved getting paid, he did generally enjoy sex, but money was more important that sex most nights… a paid night off would be a welcome relaxer.
He grabbed two more slices and stacked them up, scarfing them down, most omegas weren't this messy when they ate but most omegas weren't Stiles.
They ate in silence for a moment, occasionally the birthday boy looking up and down the omegas thin frame. "What's your name?" He finally asked. Stiles was in the middle of a bite. He gulped it down, sighing. What was his name? He never told anyone his real name…
"Stiles." He said after swallowing. "What 'bout you, big boy?" He smirked.
He smiled slightly. "Derek Hale." He answered. Stiles watched in shock. This was Derek Hale? As in the Derek Hale? Fuck…
"Shit, I can see why you don't fuck hookers." He laughed, "I mean, everyone knows who you are, you're the CEO of Hale Enterprise!" He shook his head. Derek shrugged.
"Co-CEO, my uncle, Peter, does most of the hard work."
It went quiet once more. Stiles wasn't too big in the rich lives of the Hales, but he knew that the company was a booming business that worked with electronics, cars, kids toys, basically anything worth buying came from Hale and Hawk. Where the name came from no one knew, it was funny though… it came from when Peter Hale was drunk, he liked birds.
"You're gorgeous though." Derek finally said, looking up under long lashes. Stiles stopped eating, nearly choked on his last bite of crust. Derek Hale thought he was pretty?
Stiles laughed, his eyes wide with nervous energy. "What? N-No… but you're fucking hot… I mean seriously dude, bet that dick is huge." He wanted to hit himself. He was acting like a moron. He groaned and fell back on the bed, he was a moron.
But Derek just grinned. "I can see why you do this, with a body like that." He leaned over him, watching him with deep golden eyes. Seriously, those things looked like fucking gold. Stiles melted under the gaze.
Stiles sighed happily, "Well, I mean I got to be hot or I'll never get any clients." He explained, it was simple enough. Derek watched him carefully. Stiles couldn't be older than twenty… why the hell was he a hooker?
"Is it worth it?" Derek asked softly.
"It's a living. I needed the money." He said softly, "I need rent, groceries… I have to have the money. It doesn't matter."
"I feel that, never really had to worry about that though… obviously." Derek laughed. "Do you enjoy it?"
Stiles had never been asked that, if he enjoyed it, if he enjoyed being treated like common trash because not only was he a male omega, who was thought to be the lowest of low because in the world of reproduction, he was basically useless, but also a prostitute to boot. He had never been asked if he enjoyed it, he had just been fucked and given the money before told to get the fuck out.
He shrugged, "It's a living." He said once more, it was a living. "I used to really hate it, it makes me feel dirty as hell, but I get sex for money, how bad can that be, right?" he was trying to sound braver and stronger than he actually felt. How bad could it be? Ask his clients.
This was so awkward for Derek, he had never had to get a prostitute, he just got sex from anyone he asked. Peopled didn't exactly say no to him.
"Do you have someone?" He asked, "Or do you just do this?" He rose a brow.
"Someone? Like a pimp?" He asked.
"Like a boyfriend."
He blushed, he had a… he had… a someone, he thought. He didn't really know. Theo was a… well… Theo was a fucking dick that was what he was. He went to Stiles as a personal booty call, never paid and usually beat the crap out of him, claiming it was his own personal kink. Stiles believed that. Theo seemed to get off on watching people lower than him suffer.
He finally came up with an answer. "No I don't. I'm a free spirit baby!" He laughed, this was actually enjoyable. He stuffed one last piece of pizza down his throat, that boy could eat.
"So tell me about you."
Derek thought a moment, Stiles knew because of that furrow in his brow that made him look rugged and handsome. "Well… I'm apparently uptight and a stick in the mud but you knew that. Rich, spoiled brat, that's what Peter says." He smirked, he didn't mind the name calling, he knew he was good.
Stiles grinned like an idiot. He liked this guy. He knew how to have a good time.
"Well that's just the greatest fucking description I've ever heard." He said, snickering.
Derek looked at his cell phone. "How much time do we have left?" He asked. Stiles peaked over his shoulder. He glanced at the time, cocking his head.
"About an hour I'd say. All this talking really takes up time." He pointed out.
Derek wanted to fuck him, that was true but he didn't know how to go about it without at least talking a bit. He didn't just want to screw and be done with it. Stiles was a good kid.
"Well… we can't let my birthday gift go to waste." He pointed out. Stiles blushed, blinking before smirking.
"No we do not." He said coyly, getting on his knees in front of him. Derek worked his belt off, tossing it to the floor. "What includes and what costs extra?" He asked, he wanted to know what was in his present.
Stiles sighed, he had to be professional again, which was so not his thing. He put the pizza box on the box. "If I top its 50 extra." He did it for the money but Stiles much preferred to be the one getting fucked. Money was money whether he liked the action or not. "Then cost depends on the complexity of the fetish. Its 50 if I need to dress up."
"Rules?" Derek asked again. He wanted to get the logistics out of the way.
Stiles got on his hands and knees, presenting his short clad ass to the alpha.
"No knotting or biting, no claiming, condoms at all times, if I say stop, that's it, stop." He thought, trying to figure out his rules as he went along. He really needed to write these down. "I don't accept credit cards but that's more because I don't have that box thing for my phone more than anything." His humor could outlast anything.
"Okay, sounds good... but other than that I can do anything to you right?" He asked, hopeful.
"Anything." Came the quiet reply.
Derek took no time forcing Stiles to look at him before kissing him roughly, shoving his warm, wet tongue into his mouth. It had been a while, and Derek was pushy. Stiles could handle that though. He moaned shakily, shoving his shorts down his body, then came the underwear. He tossed his clothes into a random corner. He could worry about finding those at a later time. Right now he was focused on the birthday boy.
Derek leaned over him, holding his hands to Stiles' hips, the younger boy wrapped his legs around Derek's, moaning into his mouth. He ran sharp, manicured nails down Derek's back. Who said he didn't enjoy his job?
"Derek…" He begged softly after he was given a chance to breath.
Derek took no time fumbling with this pants and shirt, Stiles had to stop and admire the view. This man… good lord, he was blessed with the body of Adonis that was for sure. Stiles moaned, watching the pants and boxers shed away to show that perfect and heavy cock. He spread his legs, nope, fuck talking, he wanted that thing plowing inside of him.
The alpha pulled away from Stiles' body for a moment to grab the lube from his bedside table.
"Derek!" Stiles whined, digging his nails into his shoulders while Derek popped the lid open and spread the lube over his fingers.
"One-minute baby." The man said huskily. He reached down to Stiles' puckered hole, roughly shoving two fingers in without warning.
Stiles arched his back as he cried out, he had done this enough to a point where it didn't hurt. He flipped himself over skillfully and pushed his face into the clean sheets that smelled like Derek. The scent was filling his mind to a point all he could think about was Derek fucking Hale. Derek used his free hand to lift the omega's hips, shoving his fingers inside him, playing with his walls.
Stiles was a whimpering, moaning mess by the time Derek had worked out all of his kinks, the man slowly pulling his fingers out to wipe them on the bed. "Ready for me?" He purred, Stiles nodded quickly.
He poured the remaining lube onto his cock, that thing was huge. He rubbed it all over, letting out tiny noises that Stiles found adorable.
He couldn't think for long, Derek not giving him a chance to really even breath before shoving himself so deeply inside the hooker that all Stiles could see was stars.
He got all the way in, smirking proudly at the way Stiles' hole was stretched around his girth. It was a beautiful sight, watching the boy claw at the sheets, his mouth open as lewd noises poured out like an animal in heat. Like an omega in heat really.
"You like that?" He growled, pulling his hand from the boy's hips to slap his ass cheeks so hard that a bloody red hand print was left. Stiles screamed out into the room, nodding quickly. He fucking loved this.
Derek grabbed him by the slightly spiked hair, shoving his face into one of the pillows. Derek wasn't exactly a gentle lover. He shoved his cock in and out, holding his face down, the other hand splayed over Stiles' ass cheek. He grinned, slapping him again.
Stiles moaned loudly, his neglected and acting member begging for attention. "Look at you, little slut, you're such a whore for my cock." Derek groaned, slamming his hips into Stiles' body, watching that abused hole take every inch of him like a champ. "That's right you little bitch." Derek was the king at dirty talk sometimes. "You fucking love that, wanna fuck you until you can't take anymore, then I'll cum all over that fucking pretty face of yours." He groaned.
He could feel the swell of his knot begin to start, he knew what stiles said…
He didn't fucking care. He reached down to distract him and pumped Stiles' omega dick quickly, the boy looking up to capture Derek's lips in a heated kiss. Stiles was in pure bliss; he couldn't think…
Suddenly Stiles screamed, his eyes closing tightly as he came, his legs shaking under him as his body tightened around Derek, trying to milk the older man for everything he had as his cum stained the sheets in white shots.
Derek moaned, watching the boy cum before falling onto the bed, his heart beat racing, echoing through the bedroom and Derek couldn't take it much longer. He fucked him a bit longer, not caring that Stiles had passed out.
His knot swelled, getting caught in Stiles' ass. Derek could only thrust and get a slight movement but he was stuck.
His cum filled the boy, Derek gripping his sides hard enough to leave bruises and claw marks as he leaned over, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he thrust as best he could, emptying his balls. Before he could stop himself, his alpha instincts took over and he sunk his teeth deep into the boy's shoulder blade.
He was stuck there. He knotted and claimed that boy… he broke the rules and Stiles was passed out, completely unaware.
When his knot went down he pulled out, looking at the mark on Stiles' skin. "Fuck…" He whispered. "Fuck…" He sighed, kissing the mark.
He claimed his omega...
Stiles didn't really know. He couldn't see the mark and he felt about the same, sore as hell and a little giddy but he chalked that up to having just had the greatest sex of his life. He stumbled out of bed, grabbing his clothes and shakily pulling them on. He couldn't stand all that well.
Derek walked in out, Scott McCall, passenger, handing Stiles the rest of his money before the hooker left the home, calling a cab to get back to his apartment.
Derek watched him go. He had memorized the boy's face. He was going to find that boy, his claimed, again… he had to.
"Where did you find that kid?" He asked curiously.
Scott smirked, so they did have fun? He knew that a little fun would loosen Derek up. He needed it. "West Arche." He said, telling the man the street name for the hooker. That's at least where they found him, he had no idea if that was where Stiles worked.
Derek sighed, crossing his arms as he watched the cab leaving along with the other cars for more party goers. "That was the best gift ever." He purred. "How much was he?"
"300 an hour." Scott said, looking up. "High quality fuck right?"
Derek nodded, "Yeah… I can afford more of that."
So this is the end! To clear a few things up. PLEASE READ
Stiles is a sex worker, and Derek does want to hire him again but he also wants his mate. Please understand that I didn't mean to offend anyone if I did. This is my first time writing sex so forgive me. This is based off a universe where people treat omegas poorly, and especially male omegas, since male omegas can't really have kids. I may do this to be an mpreg later if I ever decide to write more! I stuck pretty well to the rp, but strayed a bit.
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Until next time!
~Myth