#sub stiles

Stiles whined, arching his back as Derek slowly pushed his lube-slicked finger inside. "Fuck, Derek, more."

Crooking his finger, Derek leaned closer until his nose touched Stiles' and cooed, "I'll give you what you want, Stiles, but you need to be good for me. Can you do that, baby?"

"Always good, Der," Stiles replied, nuzzling Derek's nose with his own.

"Of course you are, baby. My good boy," Derek said, licking the tip of Stiles' nose once. "But you need to quiet, love, don't wanna wake up your dad, do we?"

"N-no," Stiles whimpered, the word ending with a loud moan as Derek pushed another finger in.

"Stiles," Derek scolded, withdrawing his fingers from Stiles' ass.

Stiles cried out, "No, no please, I'm sorry. Be so good, Der, promise. No more noises, please, please."

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, baby," Derek soothed, petting Stiles' rim with his fingers. "Want them back in?"

"Please, Der, please," Stiles gasped, rocking down on the fingers on his hole.

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In his defense, it's hard to dom someone when you're on the verge of cumming harder than ever before. He's clenching his thighs so hard that they shake, and he's not necessarily proud of the whiny bodies that escape him. Stiles wants to talk dirty to her, but he can't, not when his mind is melting due to being completely consumed by the feeling of her pulsing around him.

It's sweet, in a way, yet... hard for the girl to watch (no pun intended). At this point, he looks like he's being tortured, and that's definitely not the goal here. His struggle only proves how deliciously submissive he is, how much he needs her to set him straight. So, it's time for her to take action. Which she does.

Stiles' eyes widen and look up at her in shock when she flips them over, now straddling him. The new position takes him significantly deeper, making her moan. He has to bite his cheek in order to keep quiet. Goddamn, she's hot...

"Poor, little Stiles. You just can't handle it, can you? You need me to take care of you? Huh? Too pussy drunk to man up and do it yourself?"

On edge

A/N kinktober day 3! I have been trying to do my homework, for 2 hours. This should have taken me 1/2 an hour. I love Stiles, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes he can be very distracting. And he knows it. His current tactic kissing my neck over and over, and feeling up my ass.

“Stiles.” I snap, getting frustrated.

“Yes my love?” He grins, acting completely innocent as he presses a kiss against my jawline.

“The more you distract me, the longer this is going to take.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I would never distract you. I’m a good boy.” I roll my eyes. Not right now you’re not.

“Please Stiles. Once this is finished you can have all my attention. You could have had all my attention an hour and a 1/2 ago if you didn’t keep distracting me!” He stops his gentle assault, I can feel him frown slightly.

“Promise? All your attention?”

“All of it. I promise. I’m almost done! Just leave me be for 10 minutes and we’ll have some fun, yeah?” He nods, pressing another kiss against my neck, before pulling away and moving to the other side of the bed. “Thank you.”

As promised it doesn’t take me long to finish my work. I pack my stuff away and when I turn back towards the bed, I see Stiles anxiously waiting for me. “Take your clothes off and kneel on the bed.” I command. Stiles jumps into action, tearing his clothes off and dumping them on the floor before moving into his now perfect position- one I’ve been training him to go into when I tell him to kneel.

“Good boy. You can do some things right huh?” In this time I’ve taken my clothes off so I’m left in just my bra and panties. “That should have taken me half an hour. Instead, it took 2. And why?” I approach the bed and grip his chin. “Because you’re such a slut for me that you can’t just wait like a good boy for me.” He whimpers.

“I was going to be nice to you tonight. Was going to let you have whatever you want. But now? Now I need to show you what happens to boys who can’t wait.” He lets out another whimper, knowing I like hearing his noises.

“What are you going to do to me miss?” He asks, trembling with anticipation. I grin at him.

“We’re going to have some fun. But I’m afraid you’re going to be waiting to cum, for quite a while yet.”

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He’s managed to hold on very well. “Please, please miss. Let me cum please I’ll do anything.” Stiles begs from beneath me.

I’ve brought him close to the edge 3 times now before stopping my movements and preventing his orgasm. He continued to whine and beg for his release, but I was not letting him cum that easily.

“You’re being such a good boy for me Stiles. Such a good slut for your mistress.” He groans at the mixed praise and degradation. “Keep holding on for me baby.”

I start rocking my hips back and forth on his throbbing dick, starting off slow before picking up my pace again and slamming myself onto him.

He looks so beautiful like this. Covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead. His face is red and his arms are at his side, I can see him trying to hold back from touching me. He looks completely fucked out. Like he truly would do anything to cum.

I’ve taken my bra off now, and I decide to tease him further by leaning forward, letting my breasts hang over his face as I thrust back and forth. He lets out a loud groan as they bounce back and forth over him. He’s always loved my tits.

“Fuck- please. Please let me cum, let me touch you, suck your tits, anything please. I’ll do whatever you want mistress. Anything!”

“Aw.” I coo in response. “Are you that desperate for me?” He nods, his eyes solely focused on my breasts. “Since you asked so nicely, you can have my tits.”

“Thank you, thank you miss.” He brings his face forward, first pressing his face in the middle of my breasts, inhaling deeply. Then, he latches onto one nipple, and brings a hand up to fondle the other. He sucks on my breast for a while before switching to the other, never leaving one unattended.

“God you’re such a slut aren’t you?” I groan, chasing my pleasure. “You’re such a whore for my tits. Would do anything to get close to them wouldn’t you?” He nods his head, groaning.

“Such a slut miss. Your slut, all yours.” That makes me smirk. So deliciously obedient.

“That’s right. You belong to me. All of you.”

“Yours miss. Belong to you. You own every part of me.”

“This cock,” I roll my hips to emphasis my point, “is mine. Your body,” I run my nails up his torso, “is mine. Even your pretty face belongs to me.” He nods, now staring at my face.

“Yours. Just yours miss. Don’t want anything else, just wanna be yours. Your cock, your body, your everything. ‘M yours.” I slam my lips against his, quickly shoving my tongue down his throat as we both moan.

I feel myself getting close to the edge, and I decide that I’ve teased him enough for tonight. “Stiles.” I pant. He hums in acknowledgment. “I want us to cum together, ok?”

“Fuck- yes. Thank you miss, thank you.”

“Good boy.” I groan, getting close. My thrusts become uneven and I bring one of my hands down to play with my clit. “Cum.” I whisper in his ear and we both groan at the same time, tipping over the edge together. I feel him fill me up and I don’t want to move. I want to stay in this position with him inside me, filling me up so completely. I almost suggest it.

But I know we need to get up. And I certainly know we’re not ready for kids. I sit up, and climb off of him, before retreating into the bathroom to clean myself up. I come out with a damp cloth and clean Stiles up before lying down next to him.

He quickly turns to me, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly and pressing his face against my breasts. “Thank you.” He whispers as I start stroking his back with one hand and running my fingers through my hair with the other.

“Was that ok?” I ask.

“More than ok. Loved it, love you.” He looks up at me and I smile in return.

“I love you too bubs.” He smiles and brings himself up to press a kiss against my lips quickly before going back to pressing his face against my breasts. He holds me tight and it isn’t long before I can hear his soft snores. His grip doesn’t loosen though, as if even in sleep he’s scared I might leave.

Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Bobby Finstock, Greenberg (Teen Wolf), Alan Deaton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Office, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Alternate Universe - No Werewolves, Dom/sub, Dom Derek Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Impact Play, Spanking, Safewords, Stalking, Rape/Non-con Elements, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, but not on the main pairing, Flirting, Sexual Tension, Discipline, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Aftercare, Banter, Kink Negotiation, Slow Burn, Roleplay, Relationship Negotiation, Domestic Fluff, Angst Summary:

"Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?" Red. Stiles felt nauseated as he bent over the bench. Red. The tremble only increased when his wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps. Red. He heard the Dom behind him give a sample crack of the whip in the air. Red. This would likely pierce his skin. So fucking Red. "What's your safeword?" Red. "Stiles?" "The... the stoplights, Sir."

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Do Not Go Gentle by Mojoflower, E, 195k, COMPLETE!

Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive -- a traumatized sub who cannot speak and who has a cruel collar around his neck.  His only goal is to get them both free of these brutal circumstances;  but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows.  Nothing comes easily:  danger, and echoes of their ordeal, shadow every step they take.