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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, domestic_AU,
      BDSM, sub!Stiles, Dom!Derek, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Multiple_Orgasms, Blow
      Jobs, Dirty_Talk, Swearing, What_Have_I_Done, What_Was_I_Thinking?, Male
      Slash
  Collections:
      sterek_AUs, Teen_Wolf_AUs, Teen_Wolf
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-12 Words: 2201
****** Caught in the pan ******
by tenshi6
Summary
     The story of why the dinner was caught in the pan. (I know! I still
     suck at writing summaries and titles, sorry)
Notes
     Hey guys! Today's my birthday so I'm spending the whole day
     fangirling Sterek, and here's the outcome. Hope you'll love it!
     English isn't my native language, sorry for the mistakes!
Stiles was standing at the kitchen counter, putting away the dirty dishes and
cleaning the surface with a wet cloth when he heard keys rattling and then the
creaking of the opening door. He smiled.
"Hey, baby, I bought the wine." Derek called from the door, stumbling to take
off his shoes and trying not to drop the bottle. It was pretty expensive, after
all, that would have been such a waste.
"Excellent. I've just put the food in." Stiles came from to kitchen, leaning
against the doorframe of their living-room, grinning as Derek was still
struggling with his shoes.
"Smells good. Italian?" Derek asked when he was finally finished, approaching
Stiles and wrapping an arm around him, pulling him against his chest.
"Yeah. Lasagne." Stiles grinned back and leant forward, pressing a soft kiss
against his lips while taking the wine from his hand. He pulled back and headed
back to the kitchen, placing it on the dining table. He was just about to turn
when Derek appeared right behind him, hugging him.
"Derek?" Stiles grinned and placed his hands over Derek's arms, throwing his
head back to rest on his left shoulder.
"Do we have some time then?" Derek asked with a playful glint in his eyes which
Stiles couldn't see but suspect.
"Not too much, it'll be ready within 20 minutes." He explained but Derek didn't
pay much attention, already busying himself to explore Stiles' chest under his
shirt.
"That'll be enough." Derek stated and before Stiles could protest he was pulled
back and pushed against the opposite wall, Derek pinning his wrists above his
head and pushing his hips together. "I know you love shorties." He bit Stiles'
bottom lip teasingly and smirked satisfied as the younger took a sharp inhale
of air. Then he crashed his mouth against his, claiming his lips hungrily,
demanding entry. Stiles moaned against Derek helplessly, allowing his tongue to
enter and dance around his mouth hastily.
Meanwhile, Derek used one hand to keep him pinned down while slid the other
under Stiles' shirt, teasing his nipples and earning moans. "I'm gonna fuck you
quick and hard." He moved to suck hard on the soft skin of Stiles' neck,
leaving a hickey. "And you'll love it." He said between bites. "Because you're
my little whore."
"Ahh, god!" Stiles moaned loudly as Derek gripped his growing bulge through his
jeans and he arched off the wall.
"Say it." Derek breathed against his neck in a demanding tone and damn dignity,
Stiles said it.
"Fuck me." He panted and Derek smirked again, catching his lips for another
rough, needy kiss. He knew that reaching the bedroom while kissing would take
forever so he pulled back, grabbed Stiles by the arm and dragged him away in a
hurry. Stiles was already in a bit of a daze after being kissed breathless and
let Derek lead the way, his legs moving on their own.
Derek practically burst the door open and threw Stiles onto the bed, climbing
on top of him with a predatory look, pinning him down the bed with his own
weight then kissing him again, passionately. Stiles wrapped his arms around his
neck to pull him even closer, kissing back just as eagerly as Derek while
rolling his hips anxiously, his fingers entangled in Derek's dark locks.
"Impatient, aren't you?" Derek teased and Stiles only replied with a cheeky
grin. Of course, he was, they hadn't had sex for almost three days!
Derek manhandled him to move upper on the bed, then pulled a pair of handcuffs
from under their pillow, and unceremoniously handcuffed Stiles to the headboard
with a smirk that did promise things which made Stiles' already half-hard
manhood to twitch in need.
Then Derek was sitting on his hips, straddling him while he took his red tie
off and used it a blindfold, covering Stiles' eyes. Now that his vision was
blocked, their senses got stronger and every slight touch, every light kiss was
more intense. Suddenly, Derek's weight disappeared from the bed and Stiles knew
he was currently undressing himself as fast as he was able to then felt Derek's
hands on the hem of his jeans, pulling it down along with his briefs with one,
quick movement.
"Ngh… Derek." Stiles moaned, struggling against the handcuffs involuntarily as
his lover leant down on him, their naked bodies pressing together. Derek took
his time to cover his torso with kisses and love-bites after he had pushed his
shirt up. He should have taken it off before the handcuffing, but oh well, it
didn't really matter much. He loved how Stiles' body jerked under his hot
touch, how his mouth opened for loud gasps and pants and how hard he was
already, even though they weren't even at halfway.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth first." He whispered against his ear in a husky tone
and Stiles' body arched slightly in need. Derek was pleased by the reaction and
continued, smirking. "I'll cum in your hot, dirty mouth and you'll swallow it."
"Oh, fuck!" Stiles whined in excitement, his whole body on fire as Derek was
talking dirty. He loved it and Derek was well aware of what a slut Stiles could
be when it came to sex. He always looked so innocent and despite talking back
and being outspoken Derek would have never guessed he was into this many kinky
things. Not that he minded it...
"You're mine, Stiles. My little bitch and I can do whatever I want with you."
Stiles bit his lips to hold back another loud moan but his whole body was
shaking in excitement, confirming Derek that he was welcomed to do anything. So
he didn't hesitate and moved in front of Stiles' head, spreading his legs on
each sides of his head while gripping a fistful of short, brown locks and
lifting his head up a bit. Stiles opened his mouth obediently and Derek pushed
his own hardening cock in, muffling Stiles' moans.
Derek had to admit the kid has talent, not many of his previous partners were
able to deep-throat him but Stiles was making a pretty decent job. He swirled
his tongue around the throbbing flesh, moving his head back and forth keenly,
swallowing around it because he knew Derek loved that. He couldn't help a
satisfied smirk as he heard Derek's breathing coming out in short pants and
felt his grip tightening, pushing his dick further in.
He then started pushing his hips back and forth, fucking Stiles' mouth fast and
steady, causing the boy to struggle against the handcuffs again and arch his
back in need while he was sucking eagerly, wanting to bring Derek over his
edge. And he did. With a few more thrusts Derek came with a hoarse cry,
shooting his hot semen down Stiles' throat and the boy swallowed it hungrily.
"Good boy." Derek panted after he had come down from his high, leaning down to
give him a sloppy, dirty kiss as a reward, tasting his own taste on his lips.
Then he pulled back and Stiles suddenly felt something cold around his half-
hard manhood. A cock-ring. Before he could protest or at least comment it,
Derek's hot mouth enveloped the tip of his cock and whatever he was about to
say stuck in his throat.
"Ahh!" Stiles cried out loudly as he buckled his hips, wanting Derek to take
him deeper but he was being held down roughly in an instant.
"Say it." Derek demanded and Stiles was really happy his eyes were covered
because no matter how many times they had done it, he was still blushing at how
vulnerable and slutty he was under Derek.
"Ple-please." He breathed, rolling his hips impatiently.
"Please what?" Derek teased. The dirty bastard!
"Please, take me deeper." Stiles panted but still nothing happened so he added.
"I want to feel your mouth around me, please. You're doing it so great." That
did it and Derek's lips were back on his dick again, taking his full length
into his mouth. Stiles would have covered his mouth by instinct if he hadn't
have been handcuffed to the bed. In a state like this, there was no way to
muffle his voice which was a little higher than usual due to Derek's
pleasurable ministrations.
After a few more sucking and licking Derek pulled back and again, his weight
disappeared from the bed. Judging by the sounds Stiles could guess what he was
doing and he blushed furiously as his suspicion was proved to be right.
"Spread your legs. I've got something for you." Derek commanded and Stiles did
as he was told, his whole body literally trembling in excitement. He heard
Derek popping probably the cap of the tube of lube open, and covered the thing
with a generous amount of lube to make the entrance easier and less painful.
"Relax." Derek soothed a slick hand over his abs, trying to calm him down. He
spread Stiles' legs even wider, placing two lube-covered fingers at his
puckering hole, pushing them in. That didn't hurt, Stiles was pretty much used
to it and immediately started thrusting against them, wanting them to go
deeper. "You have such a greedy ass, Stiles, it already has two fingers inside
but wants more." He whispered against Stiles' stomach, causing his breath to
hitch.
"Yes, please, Derek, please." Stiles writhed in need, throwing his head from
side to side. This was starting to become too much to bear, his cock was
already achingly hard but there was no way he could come with that stupid metal
ring around it.
Derek grinned and pulled his fingers out, placing the head of the dildo at
Stiles' entrance. "Scream for me, baby." He ordered and then pushed it inside
with one, swift push, causing Stiles to really scream from the bottom of his
lungs, struggling against the handcuffs helplessly.
"That's." Derek pulled the dildo back slightly. "My." And thrust in again
without warning. "Bitch."
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Stiles was moaning and whining and arching his back in
pleasure, the stinging sensation he had felt first now completely gone only to
be replaced by pure bliss. Derek moved the thing back and forth inside Stiles'
small body, stretching him widely while bringing him close to the edge.
"Please, Derek-ahh, the ring… ngh… please!" Stiles begged shamelessly. He was
so close to his climax it literally hurt not being able to cum.
"Not yet. You're only allowed to come on my dick." He replied, having a hard
time to control himself since he was rock-hard again. Seeing Stiles writhing
under him like this was the best turn on in the whole universe.
"Then please-ahh, please, Derek, I need it." Stiles panted between loud moans
and let out a relieved sigh when Derek pulled the dildo out. He knew what was
coming next, his whole body shaking in anticipation to feel his body against
him again, to feel him inside him and be one whole.
Derek covered his hardness with the remaining lube then tossed the empty tube
away, positioning himself at Stiles's hole and placing his legs over his
shoulders. He pushed in slowly but steadily, causing Stiles to hold onto the
headboard for dear life, moaning in relief.
"I wanna see you." Derek whispered and removed his tie that was covering his
eyes, giving him a deep, dirty kiss then, all teeth and tongue while he started
moving, rolling his hips.
"Please-ahh!" Stiles started but was cut off as Derek pulled back and slammed
in hard, making his eyes to roll back into his head.
"What is it?" Derek asked with a teasing grin.
"The ring…ngh…remove it." Stiles pleaded, shutting his eyes tight.
"Not yet." Derek stated and picked up his pace, practically pounding Stiles
into the mattress with brutal force, rocking the bed.
"Please, Derek!" Stiles eyes were brimming with tears due to the torturous
pleasure, instinctively trying to pull his hands free. "I-ahh." Derek slammed
in again. "I can't take it anymore!" Stiles begged and finally Derek granted
his wish and took the ring off, throwing it away. He lifted Stiles hips to get
a better angle and with one, steady thrust he aimed for a certain spot which
made Stiles' mind to go blank and in the next second he came with a loud cry,
arching off the bed, toes curling.
His body went limp but Derek continued pounding into him at a vicious pace, his
nails digging into the soft flesh and soon with a manly moan he came, too,
filling Stiles with his hot cum then collapsing on top of him, reaching forward
to let Stiles' hands go. Stiles immediately threw his hands around him, still
breathing heavily.
Suddenly, a sour scent filled the room and Stiles' eyes flew open in panic.
"The food!" He exclaimed and didn't have to be a genius to figure out it was
caught in the pan and was already probably a massive pile of black. He sent a
glare at Derek who only shrugged, grinning sheepishly.
"Don't tell me it wasn't worth it." Stiles rolled his eyes but then grinned
back.
He couldn't argue with that.
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