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It wasn't till after Stiles incredible high wore off and Derek was telling him to get off the bed so that he can remove the cum stained sheets, that reality struck him, hard.
He had just let Derek take advantage of his weakness again.
He had allowed Derek to fuck him senseless in his girlfriend's bed, during a party at Erica's house.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Stiles said in a panic.
He felt sick to his stomach.
"What's with you?" Derek asked.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Derek, are you in there?" Erica voiced.
"Oh god." Stiles voiced through widened eyes, eyeing the closed door.
"Shut up." Derek mouthed, grabbing the teen's tossed thong off the floor, stuffing it in his pants pocket and fixing his ruffled hair before opening the door up for his girlfriend.
"Hey babe." He greeted.
"What are you doing in my room, why aren't downstairs enjoying the party?" Erica asked as she came into her room, only to narrow her eyes on Stiles who was sitting on the edge of her bed, rocking back and forth while looking down at the ground with a distressed look on his face.
"What's with him?"
"Oh god, oh god, I think I'm going to be sick." Stiles voiced.
"He drank too much." Derek lied.
"Why are you holding my sheets?" Erica asked, giving him a questioning look.
"He accidentally vomited on your sheets."
Erica's eyes widened and she quickly grew upset.
"What? Those are my good sheets." She said as if about to storm over to Stiles about to give him a talking to but Derek held her back.
"He can't help that he is wasted. Don't worry, I'll wash them. We are heading to the laundry room right now and then I have to drop him home but I'll come back." Derek stated.
"Why do you have to drop him home? Isn't his nerdy sidekick here?" Erica argued, folding her arms into her chest.
Derek leaned down and whispered into her ear so Stiles couldn't hear them.
"I'm trying to get on his good side. Remember your revenge on Theo?"
"Oh yes. Okay fine. Don't be too long. We need to keep up appearances remember?" She replied a bit annoyed.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be back before you know it. Come on Stiles." Derek said, as he opened the door wide with the used sheets balled up in his arms.
The teen didn't budge.
"Stiles!"
Finally, he broke out of his daze and got up, heading out the room with Derek.
Derek kept Stiles close as they walked down the stairs. Jackson and his crew noticed the duo coming down.
"Finally Stilinski, I was about to send a search party on your ass. Did you fall in the toilet or something?" Jackson joked as the others laughed.
"Guys come on, the dude's wasted. He probably won't even remember your insults tomorrow. Save it for another day." Derek said.
"Fine." Jackson replied with an irritated huff, as the pair walked passed the gang.
Stiles followed silently behind to the laundry room.
Derek stuffed the washer with the cum covered sheets and placed some detergent in before starting the wash.
"Now that that's taken care of…" Derek trailed off before turning his attention to Stiles, pushing his front half against the dryer as he lifted the teen's skirt up, eyeing his bare ass.
Derek unzipped his fly, letting his hard cock out from hiding.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked confused.
He was soon moaning and gripping the edge of the dryer as Derek thrusted into his already wet with cum hole.
"Fuck, I can't get enough of you." Derek breathed against the teen's ear, sending chills down his spine.
"What if someone walks by?" Stiles asked, both scared and secretly thrilled by the idea.
"I guess you're going to have to be very quiet." Derek teased, as he thrusted hard into Stiles before pulling out and doing it again and again.
"Oh god, ummm." Stiles moaned.
"Be quiet." Derek hissed, taking Stiles thong out of his pocket and shoving it into the teen's mouth, as he moaned again almost choking on the fabric.
Thrust after thrust, after thrust, Stiles muffled moans against the cloth in his mouth.
"You going to make me cum again, huh?" Derek coaxed.
"You going to make me fill your tight, naughty hole up with my cum?"
"Oh, mmm." Stiles replied, pushing back into Derek's wild, sloppy thrusts as the jock banged him into the dryer.
Stiles groaned spraying his cum all over the machinery, some dripping down onto the floor.
A couple more thrusts and Derek filled Stiles up for the second time.
He gave the teen a playfully slap on the ass before backing away from him.
"I love seeing my cum inside you." Derek said, as he swirled his finger around Stiles wet entrance before plunged a finger deep inside, enjoying the warm, wet, sticky feeling of his finger exploring the teen's depths.
Stiles moaned and rested his weaken form against the dryer for support as Derek fingered him a little bit before withdrawing his soaked finger, letting some cum droplets drizzle down Stiles thighs.
They both cleaned up and left the party out a side door, out of view from the other partygoers.
The drive back was quiet, still.
Derek turned the engine off and waited for Stiles to get out but he didn't. Instead, he leaned over towards the jock and kissed him silly.
Derek tensed up at first, but shortly after joined in, slipping his wet, skill tongue against Stiles own.
The teen moaned and gripped Derek's shoulder's tight as if trapped under an enchanted spell with no way out.
Before things got to out of control they parted.
Derek was feeling fuzzy and in a daze as Stiles gave a small smile.
"See you at school." He said before shutting the door behind him, leaving Derek in his thoughts.
Derek still had Stiles thong in his pocket.
He placed it back in his pocket after the pair finished their orgasms.
He had meant to give it back to Stiles but had forgotten or so that's what he told himself.
After the party was over and he was home, alone in his room, Derek took out the purple thong and brought it up to his nose, taking a deep inhale, enjoying the sweet yet musky smell left on them.
The memories of Stiles and the naughty things they did were still very much alive on the undergarments.
The thought made Derek smile.