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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:
      BDSM, Dom/sub, Phone_Sex, dom!stiles, sub!derek, Sex_Toys, Orgasm_Delay/
      Denial, Humiliation
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-14 Words: 1180
****** While Stiles is away... ******
by leventhian
Summary
     Derek will still obey. Phone sex.
Notes
     So apparently this is my new way of coping with college stress. I
     went out with my roommate, got a little drunk, came back and started
     about 6 BDSM fics, and finished 3 of them. I'll be editing them and
     posting them ASAP. Apparently I've made it my life goal to make
     sub!derek a thing on AO3. Let's see how that goes...
“Stiles?”
“Hey baby, you miss me?”
“You’ve been gone a week, Stiles. What do you think?”
“Is that any way to talk to your dom? Sounds like someone’s desperate for a
spanking.”
“I-“
“Exactly. I’ve missed you too, and I want you doing everything I say. Got it?”
“I- yeah. Yes. Yes, Stil- wait, am I on speakerphone?”
“Calm down, Derek. It’s only because I’m driving. You wouldn’t be on
speakerphone otherwise.”
“Are you coming home?”
“Jesus, you sound desperate. And that’s a secret. I will say no one is
expecting me until tomorrow night, so if I were coming back, I’d be free to do
whatever I like until then. Now, where are you?”
“At my house, in bed.”
“You alone?”
“Yeah. No one’s been by all day.”
“You got your collar on?”
“Yes sir. I’ve had my collar on every night, just like you asked.”
“Awesome. What else are you wearing?”
“…”
“I want an answer, Derek. Now.”
“The pajama pants you left at my house before you left. They smell like you.
Helps me sleep.”
“That’s why I left them there, babe. Alright, I want you to put me on
speakerphone. After that, I want you fondling yourself. Right hand on your
dick, left on your balls. Over the pajamas.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you for letting me touch myself.”
“You hard, baby?”
“Y-yes, sir. I’m always hard for you. I haven’t touched myself all day. Thank
you, Stiles.”
“Good boy. I want you to do that for another minute. Then, go to the toy
drawer, and get the lube, the biggest dildo in there, and a cock ring.”
“… Okay. I’ve got everything.”
“Did you crawl to the drawer?”
“Yes, sir, I always crawl for you.”
“Good boy, Derek. Alright, I want you to put the cock ring on.”
“What about the pajamas?”
“Good point. Strip them off, first. Then put the cock ring on.”
“It’s on, sir. Thank you for this cock ring.”
“Have you been stretching yourself, like I’ve asked you to?”
“Yes, sir. Kept myself nice and loose for you this whole week, sir.”
“God, just hearing you say that is doing things to me. Okay then, I want you to
lube up the dildo. Use lots of lube. When you’re done, I want you to slide that
monster inside yourself. I want you to do it slowly, okay? Tease yourself. Play
with the entrance of your little hole before you press it in.”
“Oh- Oh, fuck. This feels so big, sir. Thank you for this cock. It feels so
good inside my slicked-up hole. It’s stretching me so wide. I can hardly stand
it.”
“Can you feel every thick inch?”
“Yes sir. I can. It’s so good, but not as good as your cock, Stiles”
“Damn right it isn’t, but hell if it’s not awesome. It’s the black one, right?
The one that’s also a vibrator?”
“… Christ. Yes, sir, it is.”
“Turn it on.”
“Yes, sir. Thank y- fuck!”
“It’s right on your prostate, isn’t it?”
“Yes! Yes, sir! I-fuck, fuck. Thank-thank you, sir.”
“You’re being so good, Derek. I think you get a reward. I’m letting you touch
yourself. I want your left hand jacking off your dick. Use the right to pinch
at your nipples.”
“Y-yes, sir. Fuck! Thank you for letting touch myself, and letting me pinch my
tits.”
“Do you know how sexy you sound right now? You’re so turned on, and your voice
is pitchy, and breathy, and just, fuck, Derek. If I wasn’t driving I’d be
jerking myself off so hard right now. Are you jacking off hard?”
“Y-yes sir. I’m jacking my dick hard, for you sir. But I won’t come without
permission. I-I’ll be good.”
“When was the last time you came?”
“T-two days ago, like you asked, sir.”
“Your little balls must be swollen, then.”
“Yes, sir. They’re swollen. Just for you, sir, only you. Jesus Christ.”
“Stiles, or sir will do, thanks. When you jerked off last, did you put in the
DVD I left while you did it?”
“Yes, I did, sir. I-I didn’t know you were recording us Stiles.”
“I’m always recording us. I have a video from almost every week, sometimes
more. But that one is my favorite. Did you like it?”
“Yes, sir. I ah- ah- loved it. I came so hard watching it.”
“I thought you might. I’ve never seen someone come so many times, baby. I kept
touching you, and stroking you, and fucking you with that vibrator, and you
just kept going and going, like the goddamn Energizer Bunny. Fifteen times,
baby. It took you fifteen times to finally orgasm dry. And you were such a
wreck, crying and sobbing, soaked in cum and trying so hard not to thrash.”
“I-nggh, I-“
“I can just imagine your tiny cock coming everywhere and you licking it up. Did
it make your baby boy dick squirt when you watched it?”
“Y-yes, sir. Thank you.”
“Speak in full sentences, Derek, or I’m hanging up, and you don’t come till
tomorrow.”
“Y-oh, god. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir, for letting- for letting my baby boy dick
squirt. Stiles, Stiles, please, it’s starting to hurt. I need, I need-”
“I’ll tell you what you need, and when, baby. Now, are you still jacking
yourself?”
“Yes, sir. I am. You didn’t give me permission to stop.”
“Alright, stop jerking off. You can stop pinching your nipples too. Now,
describe yourself for me, babe.”
“I’m-I’m a mess. I’ve got pre-cum all over my hand, m-my stomach, the sheets.
I’m leaking like crazy. God, Stiles, my dick. I’m not even touching it, and
it’s jumping, b-bouncing. Please, Stiles, god, god, god. I can feel the
vibration everywhere. It’s making me crazy!”
“Sweet Jesus, you sound beautiful. Desperate, wrecked. Mine. I bet your face is
a mess too, isn’t it? Flushed red, lips swollen from biting, tears leaking out
your eyes.”
“I-yes. Yes, sir. All of that. All of it.”
“But I bet you the vibrator isn’t at max, is it?”
“Unh, I, uh, n-no, it. No.”
“Turn it up to max.”
“Y-yes, sir. I-fuck, fuck, ugh, god!”
“That sounds so beautiful. I bet you can feel those vibrations in your fucking
teeth. I bet they’re more like fangs at this point, aren’t they?”
“N-n-No, sir, not fangs. I- oh, god. Ah- I, not unless you, unh, ask. Please,
can I come? Please, please, please.”
“No, baby. Not yet.”
“Please, please, I- agh, I’ll do any- ah, anything. I’ll make myself come until
I’m dry. Please.”
“Jesus, you’re sobbing, baby. I’m five minutes away from the house. Do you
think you could put your hands behind your head and wait? Just wait for five
minutes and you can come as soon as I’m in the room. Wait until I’m in bed with
you, and I’ll let you come in my mouth, and all over my face. And if you wait
until I say, I’ll let you come inside me.”
“I, yes. I-for you, sir. Stiles, please. Hurry. I-I-please. I’ll wait.”
“That’s my good boy. That’s my Derek.”
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