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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Fingerfucking, Anal_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Non_Consensual
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-07 Words: 1402
****** Dominance ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     When Stiles threatens Derek's authority, Derek takes matters into his
     own hands to teach Stiles a lesson.
Notes
     Based on this: http://colethewolf.tumblr.com/post/31106770171/stiles-
     and-derek-most-definitely-had-sex-already
Stiles closed the door after his dad walked away and Derek pinned him against
the door, holding onto his jacket.
“If you say one word,” he said.
“What, like ‘Hey Dad, Derek Hale’s in my room, bring your gun’?” Stiles said,
seemingly not intimidated at all by Derek’s closeness. “That’s right. If I’m
harboring your fugitive ass, it’s my house, my rules, buddy.”
Derek stared into Stiles’ eyes for a second before stepping back, fixing
Stiles’ jacket. Stiles smirked slightly, fixing Derek’s jacket and walking back
to his desk.
“Scott didn’t get the necklace?”
“No,” Stiles said. “He’s still working on it. But there’s something else we can
try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison
asking her to meet him there.”
“So?”
“So it wasn’t Scott.”
“Well, can you find out who sent it?”
“No, not me.” Stiles turned to his computer. “But I think I know someone who
can.”
“Who?”
“Danny. Hold on, I’ll text him.” Stiles pulled out his phone and texted
someone. A few seconds later, his phone buzzed. “Okay, he’ll be here after
work.”
“How long will that be?” Derek stepped forward, closer to Stiles. He had a plan
to make Stiles respect his authority.
“About forty-five minutes,” he said. “Why?”
“That’s plenty of time to teach you a lesson.” Derek grabbed Stiles and pulled
him closer, smashing their lips together. He moved towards the bed, shrugging
off his jacket and yanking off Stiles’ coat. They fell onto the bed, Derek
pressing Stiles down and grinding against him. Derek pulled back to take off
his shirt.
“Holy shit,” Stiles said. “What the hell is this?”
“You say one more word, and I won’t be gentle.”
Stiles’ mouth fell open, his expression a mixture of fear and arousal. Derek
kissed him again, quickly unbuckling Stiles’ belt and pulling down his pants.
Stiles was rock hard, which made Derek smirk. Instead of touching him, he moved
away and pulled off his own pants.
“Derek—”
“What did I say?” Stiles clamped his mouth shut. “Too late. What happens next
is your own fault.”
Stiles gulped, erection twitching. Derek really enjoyed how much he turned
Stiles on. Derek climbed back on top of him, kissing him hard and pressing a
finger against his entrance. Stiles gasped, clenching up.
“Relax,” Derek whispered. “This’ll hurt far too much if you’re not relaxed.”
Stiles bit his lip and nodded. Derek sucked on his finger and circled Stiles’
entrance. He massaged for a moment before pressing inside. Stiles gasped again,
but Derek didn’t stop. He moved his finger around, trying to stretch Stiles out
a bit. Then he pushed his middle finger in. Stiles clenched but relaxed when
Derek glared at him. He moved his fingers some more, scissoring and stroking.
Stiles was starting to go soft, so Derek took him in his mouth.
“Oh, my God,” Stiles moaned, throwing his head back.
“Keep it down,” Derek said. “Or I stop.”
Stiles moaned again, quietly this time. Derek continued sucking and fingering
him, growing harder by the minute. Stiles’ erection was leaking in his mouth
and it tasted so sweet. Derek slipped another finger inside him, and felt his
muscles stretch around the intrusion. He was so tight and warm and Derek knew
he wouldn’t be able to last long once he was inside him.
“Derek, this hurts like a son of a bitch.”
“I know. But I told you I wouldn’t be gentle.”
“Jesus Christ.”
Derek continued stroking inside him, trying to stretch him out as much as
possible.
“I’m going to regret this, but we should hurry,” Stiles said.
Derek smirked, pulling out his fingers. “I didn’t bring any lube.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly. So you’re going to suck me until I’m wet enough to fuck you.”
Stiles bit his lip to stop a groan and sat up. Derek leaned back to allow
Stiles access. He’d actually been dreaming of this for a while; Stiles’ mouth
was perfect for giving blow jobs. Stiles took a deep breath and closed his
mouth around Derek’s length. Derek closed his eyes and moaned. Stiles moved his
tongue around Derek’s head in such a way that Derek wondered if Stiles had done
this before.
“Jesus, Stiles,” Derek said as Stiles started to deepthroat. “Have you done
this before?”
Stiles pulled back. “No, I just don’t have a gag reflex.”
“Then don’t fucking stop until I say.”
Stlies nodded, going back to sucking. He slid his tongue across the slit in
Derek’s head and Derek could feel him swallow the precome.
“Okay, okay, stop,” Derek said. “Get on all fours. Now.”
Stiles did as he was told; Derek spread his cheeks and licked his hole. Stiles
jumped, turning around.
“Face the other way.”
Stiles exhaled slowly, turning his back to Derek again. Derek continued
licking, eventually sticking his tongue inside Stiles, which made him groan.
Finally, he pulled away and lined his erection up against Stiles.
“This is going to hurt,” Derek said, “and there’s nothing I can do about that.
But if you obey everything I say, I might be willing to jack you off
afterwards.”
Stiles nodded; Derek pushed forward slightly. Despite what he’d said, he did
want to be gentle. It would be too suspicious if Stiles couldn’t walk. He used
Stiles’ gasps of pain to gauge when to stop. Once he was all the way inside, he
paused. Stiles was so tight and hot and holy shit this felt good.
“How’s it feel, Stiles?”
“Painful.”
“That sucks, because I’m not gonna be gentle anymore.”
“That was gentle?”
Derek smirked, pulling out and slamming back in. Stiles yelped, muscles
clenching around Derek in a way that made it almost impossible to hold back.
Derek leaned forward and grabbed the back of Stiles’ neck.
“That wasn’t gentle, was it, Stiles?”
“No.” Stiles was whimpering.
“Do you want me to keep doing it?”
Stiles panted for a few seconds. “God, yes.”
“This turns you on, doesn’t it? Being dominated.”
“Yes, yes, just please, keep going.”
“Don’t forget who’s in control, Stiles. You don’t give me orders.”
“I’m sorry, Derek, please.”
Derek grinned, moving his hand to the front of his throat. He clenched
slightly. “You don’t say another word until I pull out, is that clear?”
Stiles nodded, gulping. Derek pulled back and thrust in, harder and harder. The
only sounds were Derek’s grunts and the sound of skin against skin as Derek
picked up the pace. Stiles would occasionally clench around Derek, which made
it harder to hold back.
“Fuck,” Derek murmured as he felt his orgasm building. “Fuck!” His balls
tightened; he thrust forward and unloaded in Stiles’ ass, his hand tightening
around his throat. As he pumped the last of his come into Stiles, he let go of
his throat and pulled out. He turned Stiles over onto his back, a little sad to
see that Stiles was no longer hard.
“Okay,” Derek said, panting slightly. “You didn’t obey everything but you were
good. So now, I’m going to suck you off.”
Stiles stared into his eyes, biting his lip. Derek took Stiles into his mouth,
feeling it grow hard as he sucked and licked. Stiles was leaking precome again
and it was still so sweet. If Derek could eat nothing else for the rest of his
life, he wanted to eat that. Of course, Stiles being so inexperienced, he came
very quickly, grabbing Derek’s head and filling his mouth with delicious come.
Derek swallowed it all, licking his lips.
“Holy mother of God,” Stiles said. “I…wow.”
“You have any tissues?”
Stiles pointed to a box on his dresser. Derek grabbed them and started to clean
them both up. Then he handed Stiles his pants and started to get dressed. When
they were both fully clothed, Derek checked the clock; they still had twenty
minutes until Danny arrived.
“So,” he said, pushing Stiles against the wall by his throat, careful not to
hurt him. “What have we learned?”
“You’re in control,” Stiles said, licking his lips.
“When am I in control?”
“All the time.”
“Good.” Derek kissed him again before letting him go and sitting by his bed.
Stiles was staring at him. “What?”
“When can we do that again?”
Derek smirked. “Who said we could do it again?” He laughed at Stiles’ shocked
expression. “Let’s just say, if you’re good, we won’t do it anymore.”
“Challenge accepted.”
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