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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Episode:_s03e02_Chaos_Rising, Established_Relationship, Dom/sub,
      Spanking, Knotting, Aftercare, mention_of_mates, Dom_Derek, Sub_Stiles
  Series:
      Part 2 of Rewritten
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-12 Words: 4069
****** Breathe ******
by linksofmemories
Summary
     “She kissed me,” Stiles repeated. “And then I happily told her that I
     was in a completely committed relationship and spent the rest of the
     party showing pictures of you to her friend.”
     “You have pictures of me on your phone?”
     “Beside the point,” Stiles said, waving his hand in the air. “The
     point is that I was not unfaithful and it was just a misunderstanding
     and that I told you about it.”
Notes
     You don't have to have read "Sparks Fly" for this to make sense. Just
     know that Derek and Stiles got together over the summer and they're
     in love and completely committed and all that good stuff.
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles hadn’t even had to walk through the door of the loft for Derek to feel
how guilty he was. It was heavy and pungent in the air and Derek felt himself
stiffen at the feeling. His stomach curled into knots as he walked towards the
door, sliding it open to see Stiles standing there, hands in his pockets and
looking at his feet.
“Please tell me you got really drunk and you thought whoever it was was me,”
Derek said as Stiles walked in.
“No.”
His stomach had been in knots before, but this just hurtand ached and twisted
in every imaginable way.
“No, God. Derek, no,” Stiles said quickly. “Stop with the sad face, it wasn’t
anything like that.”
“Then why do you look so guilty?” Derek asked. “You said that you and Scott
were going to your childhood friend’s birthday party.”
Even though Derek hadn’t even heard of this Heather before tonight when Stiles
was asking him what shirt he should wear.
“And we did,” Stiles said. “I literally walked like two steps into the house
before she kissed me.”
“What?” Derek asked, feeling his insides turn cold.
“She kissed me,” Stiles repeated. “And then I happily told her that I was in a
completely committed relationship and spent the rest of the party showing
pictures of you to her friend.”
“You have pictures of me on your phone?”
“Beside the point,” Stiles said, waving his hand in the air. “The point is that
I was not unfaithful and it was just a misunderstanding and that I told you
about it.”
“Okay.”
Stiles was standing there in front of him, hands on his hips and nodding his
head appraisingly like he had done a good job. And he had; Derek wouldn’t have
minded never knowing about the misunderstanding and it didn’t bother him (okay
it didn’t bother him a lot). Besides, Stiles being truthful and forthcoming was
good and it continued to prove to Derek how trustworthy Stiles was.
He just couldn’t figure one thing out though.
“Then why do you smell so guilty?” Derek asked, stepping toward him.
“Do I?”
“Stiles.”
“I might intentionally be doing that,” Stiles said, scratching the back of his
neck nervously.
“Why?”
“Because--God, this is so stupid, I’m just gonna head home.”
Stiles had taken one step towards the door when Derek grabbed his arm, turning
him back around and pulling him towards his chest. Of course Stiles continued
to not look at him and the smell of guilt was now overpowered by embarrassment.
“Stiles,” Derek said, trying to make his voice as soft as possible. “I’m not
angry about what happened at the party. And you have nothing to be embarrassed
about. What’s going on?”
“It’s just that...” Stiles started before sighing. “I might have wanted you to
get a little angry?”
“Why would you want me to be angry with you?”
“Because I might possibly want you to have angry sex with me.”
Derek couldn’t even process what Stiles had said before the younger man was
ducking out of his arms and walking into the middle of the loft, running a hand
through his hair.
“‘Angry sex’?” Derek asked, not even trying to keep the amusement out of his
voice.
“Yeah,” Stiles said, shrugging. “Or possessive, or you trying to teach me a
lesson or something.”
“Is that some kind of code for you wanting me to spank you?”
He would definitely have to catalogue Stiles’ reaction away for a later date,
because at the mention of it Stiles’ heart sped up and his cheeks turned red
and arousal and excitement and even more embarrassment were coming off him in
waves. Derek wouldn’t tonight though since Stiles’ mind hadn’t caught to
wanting it as much as his body had, but he would eventually when Stiles asked
for it.
“N-No,” Stiles stuttered. “I just had this stupid idea in my mind for crazy
awesome dominating sex because someone kissed me.”
“I’m not that possessive, Stiles,” Derek said. “This was a misunderstanding:
the girl is your friend, she didn’t try further after you turned her down.”
“Yeah, but what if she had?” Stiles said, sounding conversational as he
shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m sure Scott wouldn’t have just stood by while you got unwanted attention.”
“But what if it was just me and… another guy?” Stiles proposed. “Yeah, after
things got awkward with Heather, I went to another room and there was a guy
there. And-and he didn’t know I had a boyfriend and he hit on me. I turned him
down, because I am 100% committed and devoted, but he played the whole ‘Well
what your boyfriend doesn’t know won’t hurt him’ card.
“I’m still turning him down though and I’m trying to get away, but he corners
me in. And I try to diffuse the tension with some sarcasm because this is me
we’re talking about and he still doesn’t get the hint. So, he touches me--”
“Stiles, who is he?”
“What?” Stiles said. “No one. I’m just making this up.”
“Why?” Derek asked, stepping closer to him and wrapping an arm around his
waist. “Why are you telling me some made-up story?”
“I just want you to get jealous because someone could be interested in me,”
Stiles said. “I’ve never been… wanted before. Does that make me such a bad
person?”
Derek sighed, still not fully understanding where Stiles was coming from, but
being able to play along. He didn’t really get why Stiles was so upset by his
lack of anger when he told him that Heather kissed him, but he could play
along.
“No, of course not.”
“Then would you say it makes me a bad boy?”
His grip on Stiles’ waist tightened and he looked at Stiles who was smirking
because he was such a little shit. Derek exhaled harshly from his nose,
bringing a hand up at cup Stiles’ neck.
“Seriously, do you want me to spank you?” Derek asked.
The same reactions as last time occurred and Derek was more than ready to
follow through with it when Stiles just shook his head. “No, I just want you to
react.”
“I am reacting.”
“Well I’d prefer it if you reacted in a sexual way.”
“Stiles, what do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you see fit.”
“I’d like to have sex with you like I usually do because I don’t think you’ve
done anything wrong.”
Stiles let out a noise of frustration at that, tilting his head back. “Dammit,
Derek, don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?”
“Punish me.”
As soon as the words left his mouth it was clear that Stiles regretted it
because even more embarrassment was added to his smell. It didn’t help that he
started babbling, stepping away from Derek and holding out his hands
defensively.
So, Derek did the only thing he could think of in that moment. He walked
forward, grabbing Stiles’ hips, and then lifting him over his shoulder before
going to the bed.
“Derek?” Stiles said, his voice panicky and excited. “What are you--?”
“I don’t think I said you could talk,” Derek said, dropping Stiles down on the
bed. “Take your clothes off.”
“Wha-What?”
“Strip.”
There was about half a second before Stiles grabbed the bottom of his shirt and
pulled it over his head. He unbuttoned his pants before glaring at his sneakers
and then shucking those off. It was all more than a little amusing since Stiles
was doing more flailing than actual stripping. Derek himself just stood at the
end of the bed, arms crossed over his chest and seriously wondering if he was
going to do this. It had been a while but Stiles was a novice so it wasn’t like
he was going to do anything major tonight.
It felt weird though, doing something like this with Stiles. Sex with Stiles
had always been so meaningful to him; he had made it so each time had been
special. But this was what Stiles wanted and he wasn’t going to turn him down.
“On your stomach,” Derek said once Stiles was finally (beautifully, perfectly,
gorgeously) naked. “Head on the pillow. Spread your legs.”
“Aren’t you gonna take your clothes off?”
“Stiles, don’t talk.”
He had expected Stiles to keep talking though because since Derek couldn’t
remember him not talking, but after swallowing, Stiles did as he was told and
after making sure Stiles was content (nervous, but content), Derek went to the
nightstand, getting lube from the drawer. He felt Stiles’ eyes on him as he
dropped the bottle on the bed beside him before leaning down, pressing a kiss
to Stiles’ shoulder.
“Say stop and I will.”
Stiles just nodded, hands coming up to fist the pillow. Derek took a second to
appreciate the view. It was more than a little cliché to think that, but he
couldn’t really help it. He had a hard time understanding how Stiles hadn’t
been with anyone before him. Of course he was still young (something Derek
thought of every day), but Stiles was gorgeous, had always been gorgeous, and
Derek just couldn’t understand why someone hadn’t made a move before.
He straddled Stiles’ lower back, leaning down to press his mouth against the
knob of Stiles’ spine. Derek trailed open-mouthed kisses across the boy’s skin,
enjoying how the nerves surrounding him seemed to disappear into contentment.
And then confusion.
And then irritation.
“Derek,” Stiles groaned. “This doesn’t feel very punishing.”
“I thought I said not to talk.”
“Well, too bad, because--fuck!”
Okay, maybe they would try spanking tonight.
“Don’t talk, Stiles.”
“Jesus, a little warning next ti--shit!”
“Well, since you’re incapable of keeping your mouth shut, do you know what
you’re going to do?” Derek asked, bringing his hand down to rub Stiles’ cheek
that he had slapped.
“No,” Stiles said. “What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to look at me,” Derek said, sitting back against the headboard
before pulling Stiles onto his lap. “And you’re going to count.”
He spanked him again and Stiles pressed his lips together, suppressing a moan
as his eyes squeezed shut.
“Stiles,” Derek said, bringing his hands up to cup Stiles’ face. “Do you want
me to stop?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, keep going.”
Derek eyed him skeptically before Stiles nodded. He kissed him, opening his
mouth, trying to calm down Stiles so that at least it didn’t sound like his
heart was about to burst from his chest. Stiles broke the kiss, hands coming up
to grip the fabric of Derek’s shirt and forehead pressing against his.
He cupped Stiles’ ass cheek, giving it a little rub before slapping it again.
Stiles’ mouth fell open this time as he gasped out. “One.”
“Good boy,” Derek said, one hand on Stiles’ face and the other massaging his
ass before spanking him again.
“T-Two.”
They got to seven before sweat was creating a sheen against Stiles’ skin and
his face was flushed and the smell of their combined arousal was making it hard
for Derek to focuson breathing. At first Stiles had been more than
uncomfortable with looking at Derek while it happened, but now he was just
staring at him, open and unashamed and so fucking beautiful.
“Three more,” Derek said, slapping him again and groaning as Stiles panted out
the number, moving forward in his lap and clutching onto him tighter.
Derek was hard but it was nothing compared to Stiles who was leaking on his
shirt and digging his fingernails into his shoulders. He slapped him again and
Stiles bit into his bottom lip after voicing the number and he spanked him one
final time, Stiles barely even managing to get it out.
Stiles was just a panting, sweating heap in his lap though and Derek kissed his
hair, running his hands up and down his sides before moving him off of him and
onto the mattress.
“Anytime you want me to stop--”
“Don’t you dare,” Stiles said, his voice sounding breathless and desperate.
Derek chuckled, grabbing Stiles’ hips and pulling him up onto his hands and
knees. He hated fucking Stiles like this, always preferring to be able to see
his face, but things were different tonight. Stiles was different and for some
reason, Derek knew that Stiles didn’t want Derek to fuck him like he usually
did, that he didn’t need it.
And after this Derek was going to find out why.
“You can talk if you want,” Derek said, yanking his shirt over his head before
getting off the bed and taking off the rest of his clothes. “Just don’t get too
pushy.”
Stiles snorted at that and Derek grinned, grabbing the long forgotten bottle of
lube and opening it. He poured some onto his fingers, warming it up a bit
before pushing one into Stiles. The boy groaned, opening up more easily than he
ever had. He pushed another finger in soon after, not giving Stiles much time
to adjust. Usually this was his favorite part, opening up Stiles and preparing
him, making him feel as good as possible before pushing inside of him.
This was different though. Everything felt different and Derek couldn’t figure
out if it was good or not.
“Der, come on enough,” Stiles panted. “Just--fuck, just get in me.”
“I am in you,” Derek said, curling three of his fingers inside of Stiles.
“You know what I mean.”
“No I don’t.”
“Fuck me.”
“Stiles, I thought you wanted me to punish you,” Derek said, taking his fingers
out. “Giving you what you want isn’t doing that.”
Stiles made a noise of distress and his hole was opening and closing as Stiles
panted, hands clutching the sheets. “Derek, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
Derek pressed two of his fingers back into Stiles, massaging his prostate and
making Stiles keen.
“How bad do you want it?”
“So fucking bad.”
“You’re going to have to be a bit more descriptive, Stiles.”
“I need it, Der,” Stiles begged. “Fuck I need you, Derek. I need you inside of
me right now or I am going to lose my fucking mind. I can’t...Just--God,
pleasedon’t leave me like this, I don’t know what--”
“Okay,” Derek said, taking his fingers out before slicking up his cock. “If you
need it so badly.”
He got behind Stiles, grabbing his hips before pushing into him. There wasn’t
an adjustment period but Stiles was probably too far gone to care, babbling and
sweating and panting and still begging even though Derek was giving him what he
wanted.
Except Stiles had asked for him to punish him and this would just be too easy.
His thrusts were slow and rhythmical, not the fast and desperate fucking Stiles
wanted. And it showed; his head was hanging and he was shaking. Stiles was
falling apart as Derek thrust into him again and again, carefully aiming and
timing each thrust. It was methodic and something closer to their first few
times having sex when Derek couldn’t bear to hurt him.
“Derek, stop messing around,” Stiles said and his voice was thick and pleading.
“I’m not,” Derek said, giving one sharp thrust that elicited a deep groan from
Stiles. “I’m doing what you asked.”
“No, God, you asshole,” Stiles panted. “None of this, shit, none of this slow
and steady crap. I want--I want you to not hold back. Please, just--”
Derek tightened his grip on Stiles’ hips, giving him a few more sharp and deep
and rough thrusts that left Stiles gasping and writhing. He gave Stiles exactly
what he wanted before slowing down again, going back to his well-timed thrusts.
“Goddammit,” Stiles cursed. “What the fuck do I have to do?”
“Keep telling me what you want.”
There was another groan of frustration and Derek just kept thrusting into him,
blocking out his own needs and wants and desires and focusing just on Stiles.
Of course he wanted to get off just as badly, but this was about Stiles, what
he wanted and what Derek could give him.
“An Alpha,” Stiles said.
Derek’s interest was piqued at that, humming as he pressed his lips against
Stiles’ damp skin. “What’s that mean?”
“I want...” Stiles started. “I want you to be rough with me. I want you to be
in control. I want you to not hold back. I want you to show me what an Alpha
can do.”
And that did it.
He tightened his grip on Stiles, his claws coming out and pricking his skin so
that there was just a bit of blood surfacing. “Don’t you dare even think about
touching yourself during this.”
It took every last ounce of his patience to wait for Stiles’ nod of
confirmation before he finally let go completely. He was just short of
relentless as he pounded into the younger man, making him actually cry out a
few times. Stiles was always loud and expressive in bed but it took something
really intense to make him actually shout or yell.
Now he couldn’t even enjoy it because was too busy snapping his hips again and
again. God it had been too long since he’d been able to just let himself take.
When Stiles tried to put a hand to his cock, Derek grabbed it, lacing their
fingers together before plastering himself against Stiles’ back. They were both
close and were kidding themselves if they thought they could last much longer.
He continued at his pace for as long as he could and it wasn’t until he felt
the base of his dick already swelling inside of Stiles that he regretted
letting go for so long. He had only knotted Stiles once before, always being
able to stop it. Stiles had liked it (Derek knew by his smell and by how much
he told Derek he liked it), but they had put it on the backburner lately, too
busy with other things than to dedicate over an hour to fucking.
“Fuck yes,” Stiles groaned, sounding blissed and breathless and thick again and
it wasn’t until Derek smelled the salt in the air that he realized Stiles was
crying.
Apparently that did something to both of them because Derek pushed his knot
into Stiles, finally coming just as Stiles came himself, panting and crying
beneath him. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles’ middle before lowering them
onto their sides and then kissing Stiles’ hair, rubbing his stomach.
“You were so good, Stiles,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe Stiles’
eyes. “God, you’re so perfect, you have no idea.”
Stiles turned his head to look at him, his big amber eyes watery and his face
flushed and looking more content than Derek had seen him in a long time. And
then he was pouting his lips out to Derek and Derek couldn’t stop the chuckle
that came from him before leaning over to kiss him. It was slow and careful and
Derek cupped his jaw, continuing to rub his stomach as his knot pulsed inside
of him.
It was heady and eventually their tongues had more contact than their lips did
when Stiles brought one of Derek’s hands down to wrap around him. Stiles was
getting hard again and when Derek shifted his hips a whine escaped from the
younger man.
“You’re so greedy,” he mumbled, holding Stiles at the base.
He flattened the hand on Stiles’ stomach before moving his hips forward,
rocking into him and trying to find the perfect angle to have his knot pressed
against Stiles’ prostate. The angle was found soon enough and after a few pumps
with his hand, Stiles was spilling onto his fingers and panting into his mouth,
fresh tears welling up into the corners of his eyes.
They spent just over 20 minutes tied together, Derek kissing every single inch
of Stiles’ skin he could reach and making him come once more. As he slipped out
of Stiles, Derek couldn’t help but feel his wolf practically beaming in pride.
It was seldom that he gave into the wolf, long having been able to keep it back
during sex, but like always Stiles was the exception.
He loved having Stiles submit to him, having him accept Derek’s knot, allowing
Derek to make him come again and again. The wolf in him was focused on making
Stiles their mate and Derek ignored it completely after that. Stiles was 16 and
Derek was his first…everything. Maybe they would spend the rest of their lives
together (and Derek wanted that more than anything), but it was too soon to
think about things like mating.
And at that Derek stopped rubbing Stiles’ stomach, electing to cup his cheek
instead.
“Stay here, I’m going to get a washcloth to clean you up.”
“No,” Stiles said, pouting and clinging onto Derek’s chest. “No, stay. We can
do that later.”
“Okay,” Derek said, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ shoulders and bringing him
closer. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“You want to tell me what this was all about?”
Stiles (his Stiles again, finally) sighed dramatically, eyes rolling upward.
“Can’t we leave that till the morning?”
“No.”
“Yeah, well I’m not going to tell you.”
“What?” Derek teased. “You’re withholding something from your Alpha now?”
The look he got from Stiles was ridiculously unimpressed, but Derek couldn’t
help but laugh. Of course this only got an even more unimpressed look from
Stiles.
“I don’t want secrets between us,” Derek said. “Stiles, that was…intense. You
were crying and I want to know what brought that on. I want to know what
headspace you’re in.”
Stiles was quiet for a while. It was such a long silence that Derek thought he
just wasn’t going to tell him. He continued to stroke his back, pressing kisses
against his skin and trying to get him to open up.
“It’s all happening again,” Stiles finally admitted. “This entire summer with
you was amazing and so stress-free. I know that it wasn’t for you, but it was
for me. And now-now school’s back and the Alpha Pack is here and Scott knows
and I’m going to have to start lying to my dad again and it scares the shit out
of me.
“I just didn’t want to think about it and when we’re like this, when I…when I
submit to you I don’t have to think about it. It helps.”
Derek pressed his mouth against Stiles’, letting the boy just sink into him,
lean on him. Tomorrow he had so much shit to take care of it was ridiculous.
He’d have to call Peter about getting Isaac’s memories back and then figure out
what to do with those memories.
“You don’t have to come up with elaborate stories for me to do something like
this for you,” Derek said. “Just ask.”
“All right,” Stiles said. “And you’re cool with me being the one submitting? I
don’t know how good I’d be at being in control, but if you want--”
“No,” Derek cut in. “I have so little control in my own life, it’s nice to have
it here. Besides, this is the only time where I don’t screw things up when I
have control.”
“You don’t screw everything up.”
A pause.
“Okay, you’re not perfect, but who is?” Stiles shrugged. “Oh and Allison and
Lydia want to talk to you tomorrow.”
“We’re going to make a list of things not to bring up after sex.”
“Sorry, I just now thought about it,” Stiles said. “Think you can come to the
school tomorrow to talk?”
“Sure,” Derek groaned, burying his face into the crook of Stiles’ neck.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
There were about two seconds of Stiles trying to get off the bed before Derek
pulled him back, holding him tightly against his chest.
“You’re spooning me and I have to leave because I have to get up early for
school.”
“Your dad has the nightshift, stay a little longer; I don’t want you driving
home like this.”
“Derek, I’m fine.”
“Stiles, you’re shaking.”
And he was.
He might have been talking like he was back to normal, but his body was still
too wrung out and tired and used. Derek brought his face to the crook of
Stiles’ neck, kissing his skin.
“So how long am I staying?”
“Stiles, just shut up and rest.”
End Notes
     *Casually rewrites all of season three so that they're happy and in
     love*
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