Tag: not!derek

ionsquare:

#derek in a hotel #away from stiles for a few nights#puts his laptop on the glass table in the room and loads skype#stiles talks him into doing a striptease #slowly#because stiles doesn’t want to rush#and despite the fact that derek has to be awake early the next day for a meeting with another pack#he listens to stiles #goes slow #takes his time #until when he’s finally naked#cock hard and pre come everywhere #it barely takes anything for him to come#just the look in stiles’ eyes #his voice as he talks derek through it#what he wants derek to do to himself#what he wants derek to do when he gets back home#and derek falls asleep with come on his stomach and his hand on his dick#but when he wakes up stiles is still signed into skype#he’s asleep with his mouth open and derek smiles#watches him for a while before he gets ready for his day (via likeairplanelights)

tylerfucklin:

dylanoheckle:

All I’m seeing is Derek waiting for Stiles to get home

Derek was waiting because he’d misbehaved. No matter how many times Stiles demanded he not be left behind, Derek had still run off with Scott and the others to confront a walrider that they had spent weeks trying to identify. Stiles had been stuck at  home, seething and handcuffed to their bed, worrying for hours about whether or not Derek and the others would even be able tofindthe creature, let alone kill it.

So, safe to say, the only way Stiles was going to get his comeuppance for all of that hassle was to dish out a little payback. Which was exactly why he’d made sure to cuff Derek to the bed with a pair of their favorite handcuffs—the fuzzy ones made from silver—before leaving to run errands. His parting words had merely been, “think about all the things I’m going to do to your little werewolf ass when I get back,” and a gentle scrape of nails down Derek’s abdomen that left him panting.

When Stiles came home, it was to the sound of soft groans and heavy breathing. Each step he took closer into the bedroom, the louder the noises got, until Stiles peered inside to see Derek arching up into the thin sheet that was barely resting on his hips. His hands twisted, tugging lazily at the cuffs, and his stomach muscles clenched and flexed with a roll of his hips. Stiles could see the outline of Derek’s cock through the sheet, teased to a swollen state of half-hard from just rutting weakly against the bed sheet.

Stiles dropped his keys onto the dresser as Derek’s eyes snapped open, wild and desperate, and locked on his mate.

“So,” Stiles began, closing the bedroom door behind himself. Derek grunted, thrusting up weakly and then whining when the sheet finally fell away, leaving him bare. Stiles toed off his shoes, fumbling with his belt. “Have you learned your lesson yet? Or do you still think it’s a good idea to leave me handcuffed to the bed while you go have all the fun?”

Derek scowled, and Stiles almost thought he was angry, if it weren’t for the fact that he could see Derek’s cock twitch at the same time Stiles shimmied out of his boxers. He was just annoyed at having been unable to have his morning jerk-off session, it seemed. Stiles grinned, fisting himself and giving his dick a series of lazy strokes and watching as Derek’s knees instinctively fell apart.

“Waiting for my answer,” Stiles chided when Derek gave him an impatient huff and twisted his hips. Derek frowned, lip curling up to bare his teeth.

“Fuck you,” he barked, even as a hot flush spread up his collarbone and neck to tint his ears red. Stiles grinned, tugging his shirt off and advancing towards the bed.

“Oh no, I’d much rather fuck you.”