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Ennis's Big Butt
“Are you really sure about this?” Stiles asked, gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual.
“…No,” Derek admitted, his voice heavy with doubt. “But I don’t have many other options. Ennis and the Alpha Pack have just become unbearable…”
“I can’t believe he keeps getting away with all this nonsense,” Stiles replied, frustration evident in his tone.
Ennis had been a thorn in Derek’s side for as long as he could remember, making life a complete nightmare. Shaking his head to dispel the haunting memories of all the pain Ennis caused him, Derek glanced over at the driver’s seat where Stiles was sitting. It baffled him how someone with so much emotional baggage could end up with someone like him.
Since Derek returned from South America, he found a new Stiles with his magical spark reignited, Derek had watched in awe as he transformed into this tall, lean powerhouse of magic. Derek’s gaze lowered to Stiles's jeans, and he felt a rush of butterflies. Even through the fabric, it was hard not to notice the outline of what he had down there.
Stiles was something special and was packing more than what you can see behind that fabric, that much was clear.
In the past month, Stiles had joined the lacrosse team with a few other pack members, and it quickly became obvious that he was well-endowed. Rumors about Stiles started flying around the school, with whispers and giggles following him and Derek wherever they went. People were talking about the stories of Stiles dating someone much older. At first, it made Derek anxious, but he eventually took pride in it. It felt like one of those cheesy movies where the underdog suddenly becomes the star. That was, of course, until Ennis and his crew showed up and caught wind of the rumors. The notorious power-hungry Alpha wasn’t just back in Beacon Hills to make Derek’s life miserable; he had his sights set on stealing Stiles away too.
Once the rumors started buzzing, the level of Ennis’s threats escalated dramatically. Derek found dead animals on his doorstep, and his pack endured brutal beatings in fights that often left them barely clinging to life. This went on for two weeks until Ennis finally confronted Derek with a harsh ultimatum behind Deucalion’s back: Let him confirm the rumors about Stiles, or prepare for even worse consequences.
Derek sat in Stiles's jeep, the two of them heading to the spot where Ennis had said he’d be. Derek couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be the most humiliating moment of his life. Ever since he struck that deal, he'd been quietly tearing up every day, trying to shield Stiles from all the chaos and fights. But as time went by, it was getting harder to keep it all hidden, especially since Stiles was so sharp and perceptive.
Stiles was really struggling with the whole situation; he didn’t want to go along with it at first. He even offered to take on the entire Alpha Pack by himself, insisting he had the power and magic to handle it. But Derek insisted it wasn’t worth it. That kind of fight would drain too much of Stiles's energy, and after a lot of pleading from Derek, he finally agreed to come along.
“We can turn back at any point,” Stiles said, a hint of hesitation in his voice. “We really don’t have to go through with this.”
“No, we can’t,” Derek replied, a weight on his chest. “You know… it’s just how it has to be.”
Stiles tried to ease the tension, giving Derek a reassuring pat on the head. “Honestly, there’s no way I’m gonna enjoy this,” he said, glancing at their surroundings. “Wow, these houses look amazing.”
Derek looked around, realizing he hadn’t paid much attention to where they were driving. Stiles was right—the houses were stunning, grand and beautifully designed. He had known the Alpha Pack owned some properties in Beacon Hills, but he never imagined they’d be this extravagant.
They arrived at the address Ennis had given them and parked on the street. The house in front of them was a huge neo-classical beauty, and as they walked toward it, it felt more like they were heading to a crime scene. Each step brought on a wave of anxiety for both Derek and Stiles.
Stiles knocked on the door, and they could hear footsteps approaching from inside. When the door swung open, there stood Ennis, casually dressed in just a black tank top that showcased his chiseled chest and abs, paired with a pair of grey boxers that left little to the imagination—definitely done on purpose.
“Hey there, it’s so nice to see you two!” Ennis said with a grin that made both Derek and Stiles feel uneasy. “Can I get you anything? Water? Juice? Brandy?”
They just stood there, not responding, giving him the silent treatment.
“Oh come on,” Ennis said with a faux pout, “Straight to business then?”
He flashed a charming smile and twirled around gracefully, finishing with a little hop that made his impressive, muscular derriere jiggle—a sight that made Derek's blood boil. They followed him inside, and Derek couldn’t shake how deliberately Ennis moved, flaunting his physique. It always irritated Derek, knowing how perfectly fit the guy was. He'd seen that body countless times and should have been numb to it, but it still got under his skin. He’d overheard the pack members rave about Ennis’s perfectly perky chest, his beautifully sculpted and huge ass, his slim waist, thick thighs, and impressive arms...
Derek glanced at Stiles, relieved to see that he was focused straight ahead, though it was clear he was trying hard not to notice what was going on.
They pulled up to the address Ennis gave them and parked on the street. As they stepped out, a fancy neo-classical house loomed before them. It felt like they were walking into a tense situation with every step they took.
Stiles knocked on the door, and they heard footsteps approaching. When the door swung open, there stood Ennis, wearing only a black tank top that showcased his muscular chest and a pair of grey boxers, clearly meant to impress.
“Hey, it’s so nice to see you both!” Ennis greeted, flashing a smile that made Derek and Stiles a bit uneasy. “Can I get you something? Water? Juice? Brandy?”
They stood there, silent, refusing to engage.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Ennis replied with a playful pout. “Straight to business, huh?”
With that, he turned and twirled around, his movements highlighting his physique in an almost theatrical way. It was infuriating for Derek, who walked behind him as he led them into the house. Even though he had seen Ennis's body before, it still got under his skin to see just how effortlessly the guy flaunted himself. He could hear the pack members talking about Ennis’s impressive build—the chest, the strong legs, the fit waist—and it made him feel even more aggravated.
As they entered the room, Derek took in the décor: soft grey walls with white trim, a lavish vanity in one corner, and an entertainment system that looked like it belonged in a cinema rather than a bedroom.
But what really turned Derek’s stomach was what he saw on the end of the large bed—items that made it clear just how twisted the situation was. A box of condoms, a bottle of lubricant, and a pair of shiny handcuffs lay neatly displayed.
Before Derek could process everything, Ennis shut the door and broke into a sinister laugh. He picked up the handcuffs, walking behind Derek with a suddenly serious expression.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered sharply, dropping the playful tone.
“Hey, you can’t talk to him like—” Stiles started to protest, but Ennis cut him off.
“Actually, I can.”
“That’s it! We’re not doing this,” Stiles said, starting to head for the door, but Derek lunged to grab his arm.
“Please don’t! If we leave now, he and the Alpha Pack will never back off. Remember what happened to Erica and Boyd? We barely saved them!” Derek pleaded, his grip tight on Stiles's shirt.
Stiles looked conflicted, torn between wanting to protect Derek and not wanting to go along with this twisted game.
Before he could say anything else, Ennis pulled Derek’s hands away and harshly secured the cuffs around his wrists.
“Great, now let’s get you settled,” Ennis said, guiding Derek to a cushion near the door and forcing him to kneel on it, then giving him a condescending pat on the head as he moved toward Stiles, who was clearly tense and fuming.
“Why are you so upset?” Ennis teased, trailing a finger down Stiles's chest. “I gave him a seat, didn’t I?”
“Wow, you really are a piece of work,” Stiles shot back, not holding back his anger.
“Yep, but I’m a piece of work that knows how to suck a mean dick,” Ennis quipped, dropping to his knees with surprising speed, which caught Stiles off guard. Stiles glanced at Derek, who looked close to tears, and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. But Derek gave him a frantic nod, silently urging him to keep going.
Stiles's guilt only deepened as Ennis began to stroke him through his jeans.
“Whoa, I thought when you walked in all stiff, it was from the scars or something,” Ennis remarked, smirking as he glanced at Derek. “I might have overestimated myself.”
“Shut up, let’s just get this over with,” Stiles replied, trying to keep calm.
“Sure thing,” Ennis said with a chuckle.
He unbuckled Stiles’s belt, yanking it out of the loops and tossing it carelessly in Derek's direction before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Stiles’s pants were soon dragged down to his knees, revealing grey boxers that showed off his still-soft member perfectly.
“Mmm, nice…” Ennis said, clearly enjoying himself as he leaned in, licking Stiles's bulge through the fabric. Stiles gasped, glancing at Derek, who looked defeated, but whatever negative feelings Stiles had began to fade with every lick. He felt himself getting harder with each touch from Ennis.
Ennis settled on the floor with one leg up, teasingly rubbing Stiles’s bulge with his foot, grinning smugly.
“Not feeling like such a jerk now, huh?” Ennis taunted.
“Shut it,” Stiles shot back, his voice shaky.
“Some people are just impossible to please, right, Derek?” Ennis said, still looking smug.
Ennis looked over at Derek, whose eyes were empty at this point. Ennis pulled his leg back and shot himself forward, rolling back on to his knees, eyeing up the large protrusion in Stiles's boxers. Ennis smirked and dug his hands into the waistband of Stiles’s underwear before looking back over at Derek, and then back to Stiles's crotch. Ennis licked his lips and began to pull down slowly, his smile growing as inch after inch was released, until his grin was ear-to-ear.
"Holy fuck..." Ennis whispered, loud enough for both Stiles and Derek to hear. Finally, he pulled the boxers over the head of Stiles's dick, and gasped as it sprung up.
"Shit!" Ennis exclaimed, his eyes wide with a mix of shock, awe, and anticipation. It was less than an inch from his face, and clearly not fully hard. Ennis pulled back and admired the younger man’s manhood.
It was thick, cut, and long, with bulging veins that seemed to snake in every direction, and his balls were large and round and hung down noticeably. Ennis put his nose to the underside of Stiles’s shaft and inhaled deeply, taking in his musk. It was intoxicating. Ennis pulled back and sighed gleefully, and slowly turned his head to Derek, who was trembling slightly.
"Beg me to suck your boyfriend's dick," Ennis demanded. Derek's eyes were glued down, clearly not wanting to see what was about to happen; And it was about to happen.
"Look at me," Ennis growled, causing Derek to reluctantly raise his head, his green eyes shining like glass as tears welled up, "And beg me to suck your boyfriend's massive, juicy dick!"
"That's enough En-" Stiles started to object, before being interrupted once again.
"P-please," Derek said, weakly, causing Stiles to look at him with surprise, "P-please suck my boyfriend's dick."
"What was that, bitch? I couldn't hear you."
"Please s-suck my boyfriend's dick?"
"His what?"
"H-his.... his massive... juicy... dick." Derek looked down again, not wanting to look at either Stiles or Derek after what had just left his mouth... and not wanting to look at either of them as something else entered Ennis's.
"Well, if you insist!"
"Wait- Ah!" Stiles had started to protest, before being silenced by the sensation of a tongue running slowly up the underside of his shaft, sliding from the base of his ballsack up to just under his head. Ennis flicked his tongue around Stiles’s frenulum, causing him to slam a hand up to his mouth as his breathing started to get shallow. Ennis licked his lips and gave Stiles’s tip a wet kiss, causing him to tense up. Ennis looked over at Derek, who was shaking, and clearly sobbing in silence.
"Why are you crying? You asked me for this, didn't you?" Ennis said, sadistically. "What, you don't want to watch your boyfriend having fun?"
Derek looked back up reluctantly, and the sight was almost too much for him. Ennis had a hand wrapped around Stiles's shaft, his fingers still an inch apart. Stiles was clearly tense, with one hand covering his mouth and another balled into a fist by his side.
"That's what I thought," Ennis said, before lunging back towards Stiles’s crotch, taking the head in his mouth and beginning to suck and lick it wildly, causing Stiles to shiver and groan through his hand.
Ennis was clearly experienced. he knew, Stiles knew, and Derek knew.
Derek watched in horror as Stiles's head contorted and rolled as Ennis continued his assault on Stiles's tip, and his legs began to shake as he reared his own head back, moans and groans slipping out against his will. Ennis’s mouth was warm, and silky, like nothing he had ever felt before. Derek had always struggled to do anything orally with him, but here was Ennis, taking him without fear, reservation, or hesitation. It was painfully clear to both Derek and Stiles that he wouldn't be able to keep his promise to not enjoy it.
Suddenly, Ennis released Stiles’s tip from his mouth and wrapped his arms around the younger man’s hips, hands cupping his ass before pulling him towards the older Alpha. Derek and Stiles watched as Ennis started to take Stiles’s dick down his throat, his jaw widening beyond what seemed possible to accommodate the sizeable visitor, and inch after inch disappeared past his lips. Ennis was mere inches away from the base before he had to stop, violent gagging sounds escaping him, though Ennis seemed to be in no visible discomfort.
The once-balled up hand by Stiles's side was now back and on the bed, holding on for support, and his eyes were starting to roll back. No one had ever taken him this deep, and although he was ashamed to even think it, it felt amazing, with Ennis's gagging sending pulses through his shaft that made his legs quiver beneath him.
Derek was inconsolable, sobbing at the sight. Ennis pulled himself back, his gagging starting to ease as he released Stiles’s length, before giving his tip a few more hard sucks, feeling as precum trickled out of him and on to his tongue. Ennis pulled himself off of Stiles with a pop, savouring the sweet taste of his pleasure, and admired his handiwork. The younger man was now uncomfortably hard, his tip a swollen purple, and his veins bulging and pulsing as if trying to escape. If someone showed him a picture of Stiles's dick and a bodybuilder's forearm, he wondered if he might be able to tell any difference.
Stiles looked down at the Alpha and the sight caused him to twitch. A thick string of saliva or precum or both bridged the gap between his cock and his mouth. He looked back at Derek, whose cheeks were stained by tears, and his guilt came back, fighting his pleasure for control of his senses.
His conflict was interrupted by Ennis rising from his knees and wiping off his mouth, before slowly sliding his bottoms off. Stiles watched as Ennis pulled his grey boxers down, a large wet patch prominent on the crotch. he was practically dripping in precum.
Ennis stepped out of his underwear and held them up in front of Stiles, stretching them out as if to show off how hard and wet he was just from sucking him. Stiles’s cheeks became flushed and red, and Ennis dropped the garments to the floor, chuckling as he did. The Alpha walked around Stiles and sat on the bed, slowly rearing back and spreading his legs, putting his average cock on full display for him. It was shaved completely, and the head was glistening. Ennis grabbed the box of condoms and opened it, throwing one towards Stiles. Stiles picked up the foil square and looked over at Derek, whose tears were dripping from his cheeks and onto the carpeted floor, leaving tiny dark stains.
Stiles looked back at Ennis, wanting to be disgusted at what he had done, but also wanting to get things over with. He peeled open the package and rolled it on, surprised at the fit.
"I got the biggest ones I could find," Ennis said, grinning, "Though honestly, I was kind of hoping they wouldn't fit."
This statement sent a shockwave through Stiles, whose mind raced with the implications, though he was quickly brought back to reality by the sensation of Ennis rubbing his now-covered member, a slick sound running throughout the room as the Alpha smothered him in lubricant.
"With how wet you made my hole lubricate, I didn't know if I'd need this," Ennis said. The older man pulled his hand off of Stiles and wiped it on the sheets and admired his cock one last time before the inevitable happened.
"It must feel nice, huh Derek?" Ennis said, looking over at his kneeling victim. "After all of those beatings, now your boyfriend is gonna beat me up?"
"Please," Derek said, through sobs, "Just do it."
"You heard him, stud," Ennis said, looking back at Stiles, "Do me."
Stiles sighed and stepped out of his jeans, before joining Derek on the bed. He took one last look at Derek, who was averting his gaze, and back at Stiles, who was now grabbing his legs from behind and spreading that big and smooth ass himself in front of him. Ennis reached down with his big hands and grabbed Stiles’s head, positioning him at his wet and smooth entrance, and slowly snaked his legs around Stiles’s hips as he coaxed the tip in, a loud, exasperated moan escaping the older man as he took Stiles’s massive cock in, torturing Derek. Ennis fred his hand and placed a hand on Stiles's cheek and looked directly in his eyes.
"Don't worry about going slow, I've been... practising," Ennis said, seductively.
Stiles pondered what the older meant for a moment before Ennis’s thick and long legs tightened around him and pulled him in, and he cried out in pleasure as Stiles was plunged halfway into him. Stiles groaned out, shocked. What he had felt before with Ennis’s mouth, the warmth, the wetness, the texture, didn't hold a candle to what he felt now. Ennis manpussy was tight, but not constricting. It was... perfect.
Stiles could hear Derek crying louder but couldn't bear to look at him. Stiles pushed forward, stuffing inch after inch into Ennis, whose moans were turning to screams as he adjusted himself to Stiles’s massive length, Ennis’s legs coiled around Stiles’s waist like a vice, preventing any escape. Ennis was grabbing at the sheets, and Stiles was inches away from fully sheathing himself inside of him when he felt Ennis’s second hole.
"Ha, wow," Ennis said, between loud groans, "No one's ever bottomed out that deep in me before!"
Ennis reached his head forward and pulled Stiles closer.
"You have the biggest fucking dick I've ever seen, young stud" Ennis whispered into Stiles’s ear, nibbling his earlobe, "Now fuck me with it."
As if on autopilot, Stiles began to thrust into the older man, not wanting to give him any satisfaction, but not wanting to stop. He thought of Derek, and the hell that he had been put through -- That he was being put through -- And began to angrily and roughly pound into Ennis, slamming his stomach with every thrust, hoping it would hurt him, but Ennis just screamed out in bliss as Stiles did so, as his asshole tightened down on him with every movement, the warm wetness filling his cock with sensations Stiles had never felt before.
Stiles was having the best sex of his life, and he didn't even want to.
His plan backfired horribly, and Stiles was now groaning along with the older Alpha, and Derek's ears were filled with the sounds of a squeaking mattress, of Ennis's headboard slamming against the wall, and the primal, carnal sounds of slapping and moaning from his boyfriend and his worst enemy.
Derek hated himself. he hated his life. he hated what he was feeling. Then, the noises stopped. Derek looked up at the scene instinctively.
Ennis had pushed Stiles out of him, his feet on Stiles’s lower stomach, his asshole gaping and wet. Ennis looked over at Derek, and smiled, knowing that the young Alpha was watching. Ennis reached down to Stiles’s dick and to Derek's utter horror, ripped the condom off of him, and threw it at Derek, the wet mass of stretched plastic landing mere feet away from him. Derek looked back up as Ennis snaked his legs back around Stiles and wailed out in despair as Ennis forced him back into him, causing them both to cry out in pleasure.
Derek’s beloved boyfriend, his light shining in the darkness, was now fucking Derek’s worst enemy bareback.
Derek was screaming and crying, but couldn't look away, and as he watched Stiles grunt and groan, roughly fucking Ennis, he thought of their own sex life.
Derek always struggled with Stiles’s size, and Ennis was taking it with ease.
Derek struggled to make Stiles cum, but it seemed like Stiles was getting closer and closer with every thrust he plunged into Ennis.
Derek felt inferior. he felt horrible. he felt like he was in the way, he felt the same way when he lost Paige because of the same man.
"Oh, fuck yes, I'm gonna cum! Oh god, UGH!" Derek watched as Ennis's legs shot up into the air, shaking and trembling violently as an unholy orgasm rocked through him, and he thrust his hips up to meet Stiles's pumps.
Stiles moaned loudly as Ennis tightened around him. It was all too much.
With a cry, he slammed into Ennis one last time, and time seemed to stand still as Derek watched what happened next. Stiles’s breathing became ragged and shallow, piqued with moans of pleasure as he twitched.
Stiles had just cum in Ennis.
Derek had just watched his boyfriend, his lover, his anchor, his rock... cum in his enemy.
The realisation slammed everyone like a ton of bricks, and Stiles was shot with self-condemnation and regret. Stiles quickly pulled out of Ennis and fumbled with his pants, doing his best to get them on and done up quickly while the room was filled with Derek's muffled sobs. Stiles rushed over to Derek and fumbled with the handcuffs, using his magic which finally gave way. Stiles tried to pick Derek up to rush them both out, but he fell to the floor, despondent.
"I'm sorry baby," Stiles said, starting to tear up himself, "I'm so sorry."
Stiles finally managed to get Derek up and they bee-lined for the door. Derek took one last look back at Ennis.
Ennis was completely splayed out and panting, his stomach rising and falling steeply with every breathe. His asshole was gaping and red, and a mixture of his own arousal and Stiles's cum dripped on to the bed
As if realising he was being observed, Ennis reached a hand down to his hole and wiped some of Stiles’s cum onto his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. Derek thought he was going to throw up.
They hurried through the house and into Stiles's car.
No one said a word.
When they pulled up to Derek's loft, The Alpha ran, trying his best to stifle tears as he launched through the front door and into his bedroom, and spent the night crying into his pillow and tearing it apart later on. Anytime he got close to sleeping, the images of Ennis and Stiles rushed into his brain, the smell, everything made him get up and destroy his bedroom.
Stiles’s dick in Enni’s mouth.
Ennis pulling the condom off Stiles’s massive cock.
Their orgasms.
The Older Alpha licking Stiles’s cum straight from his asshole.
Morning couldn't come soon enough and when the Alpha Pack finally left after Ennis’s promise Derek was finally able to rest or at least that’s what he thought.
Ennis spent all morning, comically limping and taking his time sitting down while telling a very interested Ethan how much he enjoyed the Alpha Hale’s boyfriend’s dick.
"Oh, let's just say I had a really big night and I promise to repeat it."