Bad Boy
Title: Bad Boy
Author: Joidianne4eva
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1258
Characters: Derek/Stiles
Summary: For the prompt "Jealous!Stiles
Who either gets all possesive of Derek and handcuffs him to a bed and rides him silly
Or who gets really insecure and decides to break things off with Derek, who figures out about Stiles and proceeds to show him just how much he means to him"
Disclaimer: I own nothing! If only >_>
Author's Note: My first teen wolf fic and it turns into complete porn. I don't even know anymore >.>
Stiles gets that Derek is Mr. Big Bad Wolf, capital letters included. He doesn’t even complain, much, when Scott and Derek decided to treat him like the damsel in distress that must be protected at all costs. It doesn’t even seem to matter to the born wolf that Stiles has successfully survived his formative years with little more than a scratch here, a break there and an occasional concussion.
What he doesn’t get is Derek’s seeming inability to broadcast along with his freaky pheromones the fact that he is attached and most definitely not available! But it’s fine, no really it’s fine.
See one of Stiles’ cousin’s had gotten a puppy for her birthday. Darn cutest thing he’d ever seen and friendly as hell, the problem? The puppy always peed on the rug. It was always the same rug, no matter where they put it. Like some little part of it’s canine mind had decided that this rug was going to be Urine Central whether they liked it or not!
They’d quickly fixed that problem. Operant Conditioning his Aunt had called it. So every time puppy decided to pee on the rug, they ignored it but whenever it didn’t it got a treat.
And wasn’t it just his luck that his only idea for breaking Derek’s habit came from dealing with a three week old puppy?
He’d changed it up a bit though because see Derek was the type of person that you didn’t just ignore. There was that ever constant sense of Danger, Will Robinson whenever the werewolf was around or in Stiles’ case the ever present need to shove his hands down his trousers to adjust himself but he was a young man, he couldn’t be blamed for his libido.
And that’s why they were here. Because Derek couldn’t tell the blond hussy, that had decided he looked like the tasty fish in the seas, that he was already involved with the person sitting right beside him at the bar.
The sound of rattling chains brought Stiles’ attention back to the matter at hand.
Derek’s dark hair was spread out on the white pillow beneath him. The wolf had curled his fingers, around the cuffs that had bound him to bed and he was watching Stiles with a confident smirk that belied the fact that he was naked and fully at the teen’s mercy.
Stiles wasn’t really bothered by that because Derek tended to underestimate him.
Climbing unto the bed he straddled his mate’s thigh’s fingers trailing lightly along Derek’s cock.
“You just never learn, do you Hale?” He asked softly
Derek huffed out a breath but did nothing, apparently content to just lay back and see where this was going.
Stiles grinned before leaning over the side of the bed and grabbing the box he’d dropped there earlier on. Dropping it lightly unto Derek’s toned abdomen he flipped the lid open blocking the wolf’s view of it contents.
Glancing up to meet Derek’s curious gaze he licked his lips slowly before taking the ball gag ring from the box.
“See this always happens,” Stiles murmured leaning up and over his chest so that he could fix the gag in place. “You just never learn.”
Derek shook his head in denial but Stiles just dropped a quick kiss on his pink stretched lips before returning to his toys.
Shoving it to the side he ignored Derek’s muffled protest at the sight of the cock ring in his hand.
Smiling benevolently he slid the ring down his lover’s dick, smirking when Derek’s hips thrust forward.
“See Derek you’ve been a bad boy, and we know what happens to bad boys don’t we?” he mocked lightly, wriggling down his mate’s body unto his lips were directly above Derek’s engorged member, licking the tip slowly he glanced up into shocked eyes and smirked before swallowing his lover whole.
Relaxing his throat with long practiced ease he swallowed convulsively around the hard organ, his own cock hard and leaking as he rubbed it against the sheets.
He loved giving head, he’d taken to it like a duck to water and if the way Derek was panting above him was any indication this was some of his best work yet.
Pulling up slowly he began to bob his head, flicking his tongue beneath the foreskin before dragging his teeth lightly along Derek’s girth. He moaned as a trickle of pre-cum trailed down his throat despite the ring that lay nestled against the base of Derek’s cock.
Pulling off with a pop, he straddled Derek, glancing down into lust blown eyes as he rolled his hips against the wolf’s.
The chains rattled again and Stiles’ glanced up to where Derek’s fingers were caught half way between human and the lethal claws his wolf form possessed.
Closing his eyes he allowed his head to fall back as he slid one hand over his own cock, twisting in the way that made his lower stomach clench in anticipation before raising his fingers to his lips and licking the familiar taste from them.
Derek whined beneath him, head tossing in a way that was pure wolf. The action made Stiles’ grin widen even after all these months it was hard to accept that Derek’s wolf had chosen him as his mate but the wolf clearly had and for that he was grateful.
“Fuck Der, I don’t even care that I’m the bitch in this thing but you need to understand that, that makes you mine” he whispered
Watching as his mate stilled, he nodded slowly. He had Derek’s attention.
Biting his lips he raised himself up and turned around, grabbing the tube of lube from the box he twisted the cap and squirted some unto his fingers before using one hand to brace himself against Derek’s knee.
Dipping the other hand between his legs he slowly circled his own entrance. Feeling as the muscles twitched beneath his finger before softly giving way and allowing him to dip inside.
Derek groaned, the harsh sound guttural and Stiles whimpered in response as he began thrusting his fingers deep inside him, wrist brushing against his own balls and the base of Derek’s cock in a way that made every twitch of his lover’s hips drive the fingers deeper. Just brushing against that place that made stars spark across his vision.
Taking a deep breath he pulled them from within him, unable to stop the whine that escaped his throat echoed by Derek as turned and used the remainder of the lube on him.
Holding Derek’s cock steady he took a deep breath and bore down, gasping when the head slid past his guardian muscles he slowly lowered himself inch by inch until he was resting against Derek’s pelvis.
Blinking past the haze, he smiled down at Derek, who was watching him with an expression that looked a lot like awe.
Bracing his hands against the other man’s chest he smirked
“Do you want me?”
Derek nodded eyes roving between Stiles’ face and where they were joined.
“Just me?” Stiles pressed clenching around the dick inside him and watching as Derek’s head arched against the pillow
The wolf’s nod this time was almost frantic.
Stiles licked his lips before rolling his hips, waiting until Derek caught the rhythm before pushing himself back up and leaning backwards to grab his own ankles as he rode the wolf’s thrusts
“Good boy.” He whispered
And they said you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks! Clearly they had never met Stiles Stilinski.
Author: Joidianne4eva
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1258
Characters: Derek/Stiles
Summary: For the prompt "Jealous!Stiles
Who either gets all possesive of Derek and handcuffs him to a bed and rides him silly
Or who gets really insecure and decides to break things off with Derek, who figures out about Stiles and proceeds to show him just how much he means to him"
Disclaimer: I own nothing! If only >_>
Author's Note: My first teen wolf fic and it turns into complete porn. I don't even know anymore >.>
Stiles gets that Derek is Mr. Big Bad Wolf, capital letters included. He doesn’t even complain, much, when Scott and Derek decided to treat him like the damsel in distress that must be protected at all costs. It doesn’t even seem to matter to the born wolf that Stiles has successfully survived his formative years with little more than a scratch here, a break there and an occasional concussion.
What he doesn’t get is Derek’s seeming inability to broadcast along with his freaky pheromones the fact that he is attached and most definitely not available! But it’s fine, no really it’s fine.
See one of Stiles’ cousin’s had gotten a puppy for her birthday. Darn cutest thing he’d ever seen and friendly as hell, the problem? The puppy always peed on the rug. It was always the same rug, no matter where they put it. Like some little part of it’s canine mind had decided that this rug was going to be Urine Central whether they liked it or not!
They’d quickly fixed that problem. Operant Conditioning his Aunt had called it. So every time puppy decided to pee on the rug, they ignored it but whenever it didn’t it got a treat.
And wasn’t it just his luck that his only idea for breaking Derek’s habit came from dealing with a three week old puppy?
He’d changed it up a bit though because see Derek was the type of person that you didn’t just ignore. There was that ever constant sense of Danger, Will Robinson whenever the werewolf was around or in Stiles’ case the ever present need to shove his hands down his trousers to adjust himself but he was a young man, he couldn’t be blamed for his libido.
And that’s why they were here. Because Derek couldn’t tell the blond hussy, that had decided he looked like the tasty fish in the seas, that he was already involved with the person sitting right beside him at the bar.
The sound of rattling chains brought Stiles’ attention back to the matter at hand.
Derek’s dark hair was spread out on the white pillow beneath him. The wolf had curled his fingers, around the cuffs that had bound him to bed and he was watching Stiles with a confident smirk that belied the fact that he was naked and fully at the teen’s mercy.
Stiles wasn’t really bothered by that because Derek tended to underestimate him.
Climbing unto the bed he straddled his mate’s thigh’s fingers trailing lightly along Derek’s cock.
“You just never learn, do you Hale?” He asked softly
Derek huffed out a breath but did nothing, apparently content to just lay back and see where this was going.
Stiles grinned before leaning over the side of the bed and grabbing the box he’d dropped there earlier on. Dropping it lightly unto Derek’s toned abdomen he flipped the lid open blocking the wolf’s view of it contents.
Glancing up to meet Derek’s curious gaze he licked his lips slowly before taking the ball gag ring from the box.
“See this always happens,” Stiles murmured leaning up and over his chest so that he could fix the gag in place. “You just never learn.”
Derek shook his head in denial but Stiles just dropped a quick kiss on his pink stretched lips before returning to his toys.
Shoving it to the side he ignored Derek’s muffled protest at the sight of the cock ring in his hand.
Smiling benevolently he slid the ring down his lover’s dick, smirking when Derek’s hips thrust forward.
“See Derek you’ve been a bad boy, and we know what happens to bad boys don’t we?” he mocked lightly, wriggling down his mate’s body unto his lips were directly above Derek’s engorged member, licking the tip slowly he glanced up into shocked eyes and smirked before swallowing his lover whole.
Relaxing his throat with long practiced ease he swallowed convulsively around the hard organ, his own cock hard and leaking as he rubbed it against the sheets.
He loved giving head, he’d taken to it like a duck to water and if the way Derek was panting above him was any indication this was some of his best work yet.
Pulling up slowly he began to bob his head, flicking his tongue beneath the foreskin before dragging his teeth lightly along Derek’s girth. He moaned as a trickle of pre-cum trailed down his throat despite the ring that lay nestled against the base of Derek’s cock.
Pulling off with a pop, he straddled Derek, glancing down into lust blown eyes as he rolled his hips against the wolf’s.
The chains rattled again and Stiles’ glanced up to where Derek’s fingers were caught half way between human and the lethal claws his wolf form possessed.
Closing his eyes he allowed his head to fall back as he slid one hand over his own cock, twisting in the way that made his lower stomach clench in anticipation before raising his fingers to his lips and licking the familiar taste from them.
Derek whined beneath him, head tossing in a way that was pure wolf. The action made Stiles’ grin widen even after all these months it was hard to accept that Derek’s wolf had chosen him as his mate but the wolf clearly had and for that he was grateful.
“Fuck Der, I don’t even care that I’m the bitch in this thing but you need to understand that, that makes you mine” he whispered
Watching as his mate stilled, he nodded slowly. He had Derek’s attention.
Biting his lips he raised himself up and turned around, grabbing the tube of lube from the box he twisted the cap and squirted some unto his fingers before using one hand to brace himself against Derek’s knee.
Dipping the other hand between his legs he slowly circled his own entrance. Feeling as the muscles twitched beneath his finger before softly giving way and allowing him to dip inside.
Derek groaned, the harsh sound guttural and Stiles whimpered in response as he began thrusting his fingers deep inside him, wrist brushing against his own balls and the base of Derek’s cock in a way that made every twitch of his lover’s hips drive the fingers deeper. Just brushing against that place that made stars spark across his vision.
Taking a deep breath he pulled them from within him, unable to stop the whine that escaped his throat echoed by Derek as turned and used the remainder of the lube on him.
Holding Derek’s cock steady he took a deep breath and bore down, gasping when the head slid past his guardian muscles he slowly lowered himself inch by inch until he was resting against Derek’s pelvis.
Blinking past the haze, he smiled down at Derek, who was watching him with an expression that looked a lot like awe.
Bracing his hands against the other man’s chest he smirked
“Do you want me?”
Derek nodded eyes roving between Stiles’ face and where they were joined.
“Just me?” Stiles pressed clenching around the dick inside him and watching as Derek’s head arched against the pillow
The wolf’s nod this time was almost frantic.
Stiles licked his lips before rolling his hips, waiting until Derek caught the rhythm before pushing himself back up and leaning backwards to grab his own ankles as he rode the wolf’s thrusts
“Good boy.” He whispered
And they said you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks! Clearly they had never met Stiles Stilinski.