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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Bondage, Gags, Blindfolds, if_you_think_of_any_other_tag_i_need
      please_let_me_know, Smut, bottom!Derek
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-27 Words: 1321
****** tie me up, break me down ******
by iamnightbird
Summary
     here’s a request from manu. straight up porn without plot. she
     requested sterek. tied up/gagged/blindfolded stiles.
     Transferred from my tumblr. Come visit me sometime.
Stiles’ mouth always had a habit of getting him into trouble. It would never
fail to get him into a position that he couldn’t talk himself out of. And this
time? The meaning was quite literal.
If he had known that Derek was so good at knots (honestly, was he a goddamn boy
scout in another life?) and that he would actually carry through when Stiles
snapped “make me” – he might not have.
Or he might have sooner.
It was really quite hazy in his mind. Do. Don’t. Would. Wouldn’t. Right now he
was focused on making sure he could still feel his fingertips with they way his
wrists were tied behind his back – forearms strapped to the back of the chair
was bound to. Lithe ankles hiked up and tied to each leg.
He would ask Derek what he planned on doing now that he had successfully bound
him to the chair – barely able to flex a muscle, much less wiggle himself
anywhere. Damn him and his curiosity. Damn him and his mouth. See- he would
ask.But Derek had fashioned a gag out of a sock (hopefully clean) and another
length of rope. And, as much as the hyperactive teenager tried, he couldn’t
vocalize more than muffled noises. The boy had been successfully silenced. And
Derek was probably smug as hell about it.
Except Stiles couldn’t see him. The werewolf, as a finishing touch, had given
him an odd look once he was bound and gagged – those ridiculous eyebrows
furrowing inwards before he used what looked like a scarf to block out any and
all imagery.
So, instead of asking, he merely gave a small grunt – tugging slightly at his
wrists.
“Is that actually silence?” Derek mused, Stiles hearing the wolf step closer in
the nothingness. Derek gave a small chuckle that frustrated the boy, tipping
his head up as if that could help him to see Derek past the cloth. “Don’t try
and deny it, Stiles, you like this. I can smell it.” And – shit, when did Derek
get so close? Before Stiles knew what was going on, the other was sniffing up
the side of his throat and making him shiver. “Don’t you?” was whispered – hot
air skidding across Stiles’ throat.
When Stiles’ didn’t react, Derek nipped slightly at the tender skin and echoed
against the flesh as Stiles twitched, “Don’t you?” Stiles had no doubt that, if
he were to shake his head – show any sign that he wasn’t enjoying this – Derek
would let him go. And yet, Stiles merely nodded. Just once.
Stiles could feel Derek smirk against his neck before the wolf was moving up to
his ear. “Do you know what I’m going to do, Stiles?” He paused, as if actually
waiting for Stiles to answer. “I’m going to work that untouched cock of yours
until it’s slick and wet – and you’ll be begging for me around that gag. Then
you know what I’m going to do?”
Stiles’ brain that was usually so active with logic and connections and
research was short circuiting like a ruined computer – arching into Derek’s
hand the best that he could as the male cupped his very obvious erection
through his clothing, “I’m going to ride you. I’m going to let your dick settle
inside of me – let you feel every inch of me without being able to touch at
all. Would you like that?”
Stiles let out a small whine in response, Derek satisfied that the teenager was
being so responsive. He dropped his head back and bared the porcelain of his
throat to the wolf – which Derek then took quick advantage of; lapping up it
greedily and causing the boy under him to convulse and try to grind up against
him. This action was met with Derek pushing his hips down onto Stiles’ erection
– eliciting another muted noise from the boy. 
“Be still. I’ll take care of you.” Then, in a slightly more commanding
voice, “Be still” was echoed. Stiles was never very good at taking commands –
which was why Derek took the liberty of tying him down so securely.
Stiles’ hands flexed as he tugged at his arms and another whine bubbled from
his throat. Derek kissed a spot under his ear and whispered, “I’ll take care of
you.”
Derek backed off just a little, enough for him to tug at Stiles’ jeans. Pull at
the buttons and zippers until it was undone. He didn’t even bother trying  to
move his jeans out of the way – he simply slipped his hand in, through Stiles’
boxers and gripped his length. He pulled it out to the open, a chill catching
it fleetingly before a strong hand was pumping it. It was nothing like the way
that Stiles would jerk himself off – but it was still so right. Large fingers
brushed over the slit and rolled down the vein. Grasping harder at the base
than the head. And it made Stiles a whining mess. Noises escaping him that he
would be embarrassed over normally. But, right then, he couldn’t find it in
himself to be embarrassed.
Stiles lost track of time with Derek panting by his neck – and ohmygod, Derek
was turned on by jerking Stiles off? – and the way he kept getting so
close. But, Derek could smell it. And he’d back off just enough to make Stiles
groan with frustration and try (and fail) to cant his hips upwards to make
Derek continue.
Finally, the silence that made his ears ring was broken by, “You’re so wet for
me, aren’t you?” Derek spoke, voice gruff – and holy hell, that wasn’t fair.
His hands curled into fists and he let out a high pitched whine that made his
entire chest heave.  Derek didn’t talk again, but he heard the sound of
a click of a tube – twitching when something wet was rubbed onto his dick.
Lube.
This was happening. He was going to fuck Derek.
He couldn’t move. He was bound so tightly – but he was going to fuck
Derek. What did he do in another life to deserve this?
“I’m going to take care of you – you don’t even need to wait for me to prep.”
Stiles didn’t want to think more on that. Had Derek been touching himself while
jerking him off? Was that why he was panting so heavily? And he wasn’t able to
see it?
His thoughts were cut short by Derek lowering himself onto his dick – and
Stiles felt like he had almost been punched. Exhaling slowly through his nose,
he heard the sound of Derek grunting as he flexed around Stiles’ dick.
“Do you like that, Stilinski? Am I nice and tight?” he asked, bracing himself
against Stiles’ shoulders as he gave one small, experimental thrust up and
down. Stiles dropped his head back once more and let out a muffled wail
– goddammit, Hale. Move.
And, either Derek could read his thoughts or he was trying to silence those as
well, Derek mercifully did begin to move. And a silence fell around them that
would filled with only the sound of Derek’s grunts and groans. The aches of the
chair below them as if it would give at any moment. Then, when Stiles reached
his embarrassing teenage limit, the sounds of him sobbing behind the gag as he
came inside of Derek. He could feel himself pulsing inside of the male –
pressing against Derek’s tight walls. And Derek pressed down more so against
the feeling. More so pinning Stiles to the chair.
Derek gripped at the back of his neck to keep his head from lolling back
anymore – and moments later he could feel Derek coming between them. A light
pressure added to his shirt weighed down with Derek’s come. Oh, how he wished
he could’ve seen Derek blissed out.
His cheeks were wet as Derek kissed the tear tracks away and whispered, “Maybe
next time, I’ll let you watch.”
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