The last thing Stiles expects when he walks into Lydia’s exclusive S&M club is to rescue a sub who’s obviously been mistreated for a long time. His name is Derek, and when he awkwardly reaches out, asking Stiles to be his Dom, the urge to shield Derek from more pain is too strong for Stiles to resist. But Derek is still recovering from his past and learning how to set boundaries, so they have to take things slow.
I loved everything about this fic. It’s beautiful and treats the issues surrounding consent and after care very carefully and with a lot of love.
Derek’s eyes open, a little drowsy but clear, and god, they’re just as stunning as the rest of him. It hits Stiles like a punch to the gut just how much he wants. Derek looked so beautiful on his hands and knees, and Stiles would know how to make it good for him, make him hurt and feel safe at the same time if he wanted it…
But even though he seems to have come back from wherever he went, Stiles knows there’s damage there. He didn’t end up getting pushed past his limits in public by a guy he barely knew by accident. Whatever that was out there in the club, it wasn’t healthy, consensual masochism, and as strong as Stiles’ instinct is to really take care of Derek, to find out what’s going on in his head, now’s not the time for it. So he just asks, “You okay?”
Derek pushes up on his elbows, and Stiles loosens his grip on Derek’s hair but doesn’t pull it away. “Yeah,” Derek says. “Better now.”
That Derek had needed the support hadn’t surprised Stiles: a beta werewolf forced by the most horrific circumstances to take up the alpha-mantle as well as the heavy history of his name might always need someone to pat him on the back and kiss him on the forehead and tell him he was doing well.
That this is how they would weave it into their relationship had, at first, been slightly surprising. Yet now, with Derek on his knees with need in his eyes and what Stiles can see is earnestness and pride in the way he’s holding himself, Stiles is glad that they can do this, and that they both enjoy it, and that Derek has what he craves when they scene.
Derek is practically vibrating and was all the way home from the restaurant in the car, and Stiles doesn’t take more than a moment to admire the way his husband’s cock is dripping and balls are high and tight and knot is just starting to form.
Stiles won’t tease too much tonight.
He pushes a hand through Derek’s hair and Derek stills and looks up again.
“You did well tonight, baby.” Derek pushes his head into Stiles’ hand and growl-purrs at the praise. “So very well.” Stiles lets go so he can tug his own t-shirt over his head and when he looks back Derek’s nostrils are wide and his eyes are red.
“Thank you.”
There’s more than just a touch of wolf in Derek’s voice and it still thrills Stiles to have such a powerful creature at his beck-and-call, even if he’d never call him to do anything they both wouldn’t agree on and enjoy.
“Tell me why I should reward you, baby. Be specific. You know the rules.”
Derek nods. He’s so much better at this now and Stiles feels the urge to kiss him just for that triumph on its own, but this is about Derek, not him. He resists and watches as Derek bats his lashes and bites at his lip as he finds his voice.
“I didn’t snap at the guy who rammed you with his trolley in the market. It was an accident. He smelled horrified that he’d done it. I could hear him talking on the phone still after he left, telling the other person how embarrassed he was.”
Stiles runs his palm over Derek’s cheek and down his neck and undoes the button on his pants. “I’m so proud of you for keeping your temper in check.” Derek’s nostrils flare again, as if Stiles pants being open half an inch makes what he’s smelling somehow stronger. “What else did you do today?” He rests his hand at the top of his fly and flicks at the zipper with his fingers.
“I.” Derek licks his lips and a fang slides down and then back into his mouth. Stiles suspects that what he’s about to be told is what’s really got Derek keyed up. The words are fast and pushed together when they come, but Stiles understands them anyway. “I sent back my coffee order.”
Stiles wants to kiss Derek silly, but instead his rubs at his hard cock through his pants, wet patch spreading with the action, and then wipes the hand over Derek’s face. Derek whimpers and licks and Stiles lets him suck on a finger or two for a moment as he thinks about how much of a thing this really is. That woman at the coffee place nearest to the station has had it in for Derek ever since he turned her down for a date. She’s been making his orders wrong for more than a year, now, and Derek has just been letting her.
Until today, that’s…
“That’s amazing, baby. That’s.” Fuck it. He opens his fly completely and pushes down his shorts and Derek looks up, shocked and wondrous and Stiles is going to have such fun making that coffee-bitch pay now that Derek’s done what he needs to. “Save your other stories for next time, sweetheart.” Derek blinks, almost unbelieving, but trusting anway. “Go on, take what you want, I’m so, so proud of you, baby.”
Derek makes a sound that’s halfway between thank-you and a growl and pushes his face into Stiles’ crotch, sucking in air and panting hot and rubbing his jaw on everything he can without falling over.
“That’s it, sweetheart, whatever you want. Whatever you need. I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”
Derek’s proud of himself, too, Stiles knows. His tongue is hot and his mouth is wet on Stiles’ balls and Stiles is going to come far, far too soon, and then again and again: Derek’s yearning, his pure, unadulterated enthusiasm to milk his reward from Stiles seems stronger than it has for such a long time.
Derek deep-throats Stiles suddenly, and Stiles is lost in the feeling and fucking loves that he’s the one who gets to give the alpha what he deserves.
He likes it when Stiles puts him on his knees, when he binds his hands behind his back, when he rakes the wolfs bane coated pin wheels down over his back to leave marks that will stay longer than a moment. He likes it when Stiles makes him beg, when he is left desperate and whimpering and keening through his teeth.
He likes it when Stiles cards his fingers through his hair and then rakes them back, when he pauses for a split second to give him water, let him breathe. When he pushes him further. When he wrecks him.
He likes it when Stiles treats him like something precious, something perfect and loved because fragility and weakness aren’t always synonymous.
“Good boy,” he’ll say and his voice will be so fucking earnest it will make him ache, inside and out, make him growl from deep in his chest, make him preen.
sub!derek AU ▼ – “I adore body writing.‘Beautiful’, ‘mine’, ‘property’, ‘owned’, ‘fucktoy’…One day I will take the time to write our love story on his body, every inch of his skin will be covered in a tribute to us.” – Domme Chronicles
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