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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Light_BDSM, Rough_Sex, mentions_bondage, PWP, Porn, kinktastic, Sex_Toys,
      Dom/sub
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-15 Words: 2793
****** Stalking Etiquette ******
by Lady_Aya
Summary
     Derek takes his "stalking" to a whole other level.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
A black Camaro pulled up in front of the Stilinski residence at 11:30 on the
dot, like every other night that week. He wasn’t sure if Stiles had caught on
yet, but Derek was pretty into this ‘stalker’ thing.
He parked just behind the large row of hedges and reached into his pocket,
pulling out his phone. This was the fun part, the part he really enjoyed, the
part that kept him coming back for more.
He searched quickly through his phone book, found Stiles’ icon and smiled. He
had taken this picture last week, a picture that the teen had posed up on the
couch in just his tight black briefs and a seductive smile.
He pressed the dial button just as he exited his car, tonight was going to be
something Stiles wasn’t expecting.
His cell phone rang again, Stiles was sure that these people always picked the
absolute worst times to call. He had his favorite vibrator pulsing deep inside
him and was not looking forward to answering his phone and moaning to whoever
was on the other line, but they had rung him twice already and Stiles feared it
was something important.
“Hello?” he answered, voice quivering from being semi-frustrated, semi-aroused.
A phone conversation while masturbating; that was a kink he felt like he could
get into.
“So what exactly are you wearing right now?”
The teen knew that voice anywhere. “Seriously?” Stiles was completely annoyed
right now. No one was allowed to disturb ‘Me Time’ without a damn good reason.
“Did you really call me just to ask that stupid question? I thought it was
something important for you to have called like three times.”
“Like whatever you’re doing is so important. What do you mean, called you three
times? This is the first time?”
“Scott, I’ll call you back,” Stiles quipped and hung up the phone before his
best friend could whine about being ignored. Normally, he would be curious
about who was calling him but he had finally located his prostate and his mind
blanked completely. His arm was starting to get sore with the constant in and
out motion as he battered his own prostate with the large vibrator. A whining
noise escaped from his throat, Stiles wanted to come and he wanted it now. He
picked up the pace, forcing the black plastic deep within him only to retrieve
it once again. He kept up a fast and hard pace, determined to get himself off
and get himself off well. Just as his thighs began trembling, he heard a very
familiar ring tone.
“Derek?”
“Good boy,” Derek breathed heavily into the phone. There was nothing like
standing outside your own house watching your mate shove a large plastic cock
into his tight hole. Well, besides shoving your own cock into your mate’s tight
hole.
“You look like you could take a good fucking, couldn’t you, Little Red?” He
knew exactly what calling Stiles ‘little red’ would do and received a soft sigh
and a slightly louder moan in response. Yes, tonight would certainly be fun.
“You wet thinking of my cock?” He paced the phone onto his shoulder and held it
there with his ear, freeing his hands, only to shove one down the front of his
pants and rub at his forming arousal.
“I am, sir, so wet,” Stiles whimpered into the phone. He knew this game very
well. Derek would drive out front and call his phone and have a round of phone
sex before coming inside and fucking Stiles hard for round two.
However, the alpha had never been this dirty before and – wait, had he just
said look? “Can you see me? How can you see me, Derek?” Stiles stuttered
quickly, glancing around the living room and halting the movement of the
vibrator within him.
“You want that ass to belong to me?” was the wolf’s only response.
“Yes, so much, sir.” The teen couldn’t take Derek’s lust-ridden voice and the
vibrator firmly against his prostate. He moaned as he picked up where he left
off, thrusting it in and out wildly and spreading his legs further apart on the
couch.
“Rub it and tell me how it tastes.”
“Mmm, it tastes so good. It would taste better if I was sucking it off your
cock.”
Derek ripped his boxers clean off and grasped his hardened member as he watched
his little mate reach down between his legs and follow his directions. The
alpha smirked; he knew Stiles would eventually play back.
“How’s that toy? Got any others around you?”
“A few, I didn’t want to bring too many downstairs.”
“What do you have there?” Derek couldn’t see much of what was on the floor in
front of Stiles, but it wasn’t likely that he would even take his eyes away
from the hard plastic stretching his mate’s little hole.
“Vibrator, leash and collar, hand cuffs and a whip,” the younger one listed off
as he peeked down to the floor. Earlier, when he had brought them down, it had
been in the hopes that Derek would be home early and play with him. It seemed
he was getting his wish anyway, if only a bit later than he expected.
“Get on your knees like you’re kneeling in front of me,” the alpha instructed.
His mate was losing the plot and Derek wanted to rush the foreplay now that he
was hard.
“Yes, sir,” Stiles huffed as he twisted his hips, rolled off the couch and
gently landed on the floor.
He picked up the pace he was using to thrust the vibrator into himself. He
moaned loudly, brain fuzzy with the need to hear Derek direct him further,
command him further, possess him further. This game was just as much for Stiles
as it was for Derek.
“You like being there?” Derek queried, fisting his cock roughly. To say he
enjoyed seeing the boy on his knees was a bit of an understatement.
“Very much,” Stiles shivered as he answered. He loved when Derek’s voice got
that low, that controlling.
“Tell me what you want most in the world right now,” Derek demanded and reached
lower to roll his balls. “Slip that dildo out and shove two fingers in there
and ride them while you tell me.” Derek left no option for Stiles in his tone,
other than to do exactly as he said.
“What I want most is to be abused by your cock. I want it shoved down my throat
until I’m gagging for air and it’s slapping me in the face. Then I want your
hard dick forced into my tight ass as I’m clenching around it. I want it thrust
into me hard and fast, over and over, until I’m so close that I’m begging you
to let me come, begging you to spill deep within me.” By this point, the
younger man was beyond trembling with excitement. He felt like every nerve,
every cell, was begging to do anything Derek demanded.
He was so eager to submit that he forcefully yanked the large toy out, hissing
at the loss, and plunged three fingers in. He shifted his position on his
knees, raising his hips and lowering them swiftly, riding his fingers as
instructed. He moaned out his breath as he thrust himself down and pushed
against his spot.
“You want to come right now?”
“Please, sir, please,” Stiles could barely hold on anymore. He wasn’t sure when
he had stopped breathing, but the need to come seemed to outweigh his need for
air.
“Come. For me. Now.”
Stiles released all over the floor in front of him as he slumped down, light-
headed, gasping for air. “Ngh, so good,” he let out gently, eyes rolling into
his head from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“You like it better when I command you to come, more than masturbating by
yourself?” the older man grunted, still stroking himself but less rushed. He
was still hard and Stiles was most certainly going to take care of it.
“I love being commanded by you, sir,” Stiles’ voice was still gentle, still
feeling the lethargy of a good orgasm.
“Good. Perfect, you come everywhere?”
Stiles quirked his eyebrow and peeked an eye open. He blushed at the evidence
all over the floor, rug and coffee table in front of him. He nodded, too
embarrassed by the answer to vocalize it.
“I love hearing you come.”
Stiles could hear the smirk in the alpha’s voice. Apparently, Derek still
wanted to play. “Where are you now?”
“On the couch, Derek. Come play with me,” Stiles snuggled into the cushions,
ready for his alpha, hoping he wasn’t too far away.
“Did I tell you to get off your knees?” Derek sneered as he glared through the
window.
“Shit,” Stiles slammed into the floor, most likely bruising his knees from the
sheer force of trying to obey swiftly. “Sorry, sir.”
Derek smirked as Stiles winced. “Good boy.”
The younger man’s cock perked at Derek’s praise. “Derek, can I ask you a
favor?” He heard a grunt of affirmation. “Will you tell me what you would do to
me if you were here right now?” Stiles’ voice sounded so innocent and arousing,
Derek didn’t think he’d be able to say no even if he hadn’t been so hard.
Derek gave himself one last tug before pulling up his pants and boxers. He
readjusted himself as he moved from his place in front of the window and walked
towards the back of the house. “If I was home right now? Well, I would walk in
the door and you would be dressed in just your briefs, waiting in front of the
door on your knees and you would welcome me home by rubbing your face against
my thigh.” The wolf smiled as he crept silently up the back stairs and let
himself inside.
“Then I would pet your head like the good boy you are. I would reward you by
pulling out my cock and ramming it down your throat, listening to you gag,
cough and watching you drool all over yourself. I would force myself into your
throat so deeply that the tears you shed would make your make up run down your
face. I’d smudge it with my thumb, gazing down at you beautiful face.” Derek
shifted out of his jacket and shoes and swiftly made it through the back hall
and into the kitchen.
He removed his pants and shirt, clad in only his boxers as he padded through
the dining room to the front hall. He could see Stiles on the floor in the
living room, through the glass French doors, and decided to finish his story
before making his presence known.
“I would tie your hands behind your back, continuing to gag you with my cock.
Sliding myself out of your throat, I would grab you by the waist and lift you
onto the dining room table. I would gag your mouth with whatever’s lying around
and bend you over. I would palm your ass cheeks and lick right up the center
and then thrust my tongue deep within your tiny hole, feeling it clench around
my intrusion.”
Stiles was panting; all the satisfaction he had previously felt was clouded by
a heated sensation at the bottom of his stomach. His dick was hard and dripping
with want. The things Derek did to him were illegal in at least thirteen
countries. When he thought about it, everything Derek did to him was illegal in
most countries.
However, this game always got to him the most. The way his alpha treated him
like a rag doll, like his own personal fuck toy, managed to get Stiles worked
up the most. The way his voice demanded submission and obedience made the
younger man shake with the desire to please.
“May I touch myself, sir?”
Derek was so close to Stiles that he could hear his voice, not just through the
phone any more.
“Not yet, I want you leaking come before you even breathe on your cock. When
I’m done rimming you, I’ll tie your ankles to the legs of the table and your
waist to the top of it, making it impossible for you to move you lower half.”
Derek slipped out of his boxers, teasing the tip of his purpling erection with
the palm of his hand. He needed to speed this along and fuck that tight ass
soon, before he exploded just from his own fantasy.
“I’ll sink my cock back into that perfect mouth of yours, thrusting until I’ve
come. Then I’ll make sure my dick is coated and slippery. I’ll smack that
little ass before I roughly plow into the poor tight hole with my cock, ramming
you harder and harder, over and over, deeper and deeper while you’re unable to
escape the pounding I’m giving you. I’ll stretch you to the max, pushing deeper
than ever before. Then I’ll grab you by the hair and pull your head back,
haring you yell through the gag. Yell and moan, actually.”
Stiles was moaning now, quite loudly as well. Being unable to touch his
dripping red dick was torture and he couldn’t help but love it. Derek’s deep
husky voice describing in perfect detail a fantasy that could come true the
second he got home was beyond arousing for Stiles.
“You may touch yourself now.”
Stiles cried out his relief as he grabbed himself, fisting roughly. His member
was so sensitive that he hissed at the grasp. He was so caught up in the
pleasure that he didn’t notice the alpha entering the room. Grappling with the
urge to come, Stiles slowed his pace, waiting for Derek’s instructions to come
through the tiny receiver plastered to his ear.
Yet, all he could hear was the dial tone. He was so in shock that Derek had
hung up on him that he stopped moving his hand and looked at his cell. Derek,
his mate, had left him this hard with no release and no instructions. Was he
supposed to wait until he got home or was he allowed to finish himself off?
Would Derek be mad at him if he came before he got home? Just as Stiles was
trying to come up with a plan, the alpha knelt behind him silently and leant
over to whisper into Stiles’ ear.
“And when I pull out after coming deep inside you, you will lick my cock
clean,” the older man instructed as he thrust unannounced into Stiles’ already
stretched and slick hole. Stiles quivered as his alpha repeatedly hit his
prostate with his dick, sending shock after shock of pleasure to Stiles’ brain.
“Then once I’m finished, you will thank me for the fucking you were granted.”
Stiles squirmed, Derek was fucking him just how he liked; hard, rough,
unexpected. He was so close to coming that he was hyperventilating. It was too
good and for too long. “Please, sir, may I come?”
“You like the thought of come filling your ass and leaking out? Bursting inside
you? The taste of my balls in your mouth?” Now Derek was just teasing him,
mercilessly.
“Ah, god. Yes, Derek, yes.”
“Come, now.” Derek reached for Stiles’ oversensitive dick and stroked it along
with his commands. “Scream for me, slut.”
The teen’s voice caught in his throat before he was able to comply. He loved
when Derek got this abusive, but it rarely happened. He was past being able to
think, being able to do more than blindly obey Derek’s orders.
“Scream my name.”
The words flooded past Stiles’ lips. Anything to get Derek to thrust harder,
stroke faster, abuse him more. God, he needed this. He needed to be used and
wanted for his body and treated as property. He desired to belong to Derek
entirely, because he craved it on an animalistic level. Perhaps that was why he
had gotten to be this kinky and this masochistic, because deep down he wanted
everyone to know he was Derek’s.
“Scream it harder, bitch.”
Stiles’ orgasm was tangible as he screamed Derek’s name and came violently over
Derek’s hand. He collapsed onto the floor in front of him, unable to do
anything from the sheer force of his orgasm.
Derek pulled up Stiles’ hips and reentered the abused passage, thrusting
remorselessly three more times before spilling his seed deep within his passed-
out mate. Derek pulled out and moved the boy onto his back gently as the
younger one groggily came to.
“Derek, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,” Stiles said, looking up
into his alpha’s red eyes.
“I’m such a good alpha, huh?”
Stiles rolled his eyes and smiled, “always.”
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