the kinky stuff // completed version (stiles one shot)
Summary: Stiles Stilinski asks you to dominate him in bed. What, are you just not going to ride his face?
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual description
A/N: This contains part one of the kinky stuff (or where stiles wants y/n to dominate him).
“You’re all mine, pet.”
Stiles whimpered as I rasped into his ear. I never thought I’d get so much satisfaction out of blindfolding my boyfriend, handcuffing him to a chair, and reducing him to incoherent begging. But this was all his idea.
When Stiles had so casually suggested over pizza that we spice up our sex life, I was caught off guard—and a little offended. Did he think I was too boring? Too… vanilla? Stiles was the only one I’d ever been with and up until that conversation, I assumed he was just as satisfied as I was with our usual routine. After fumbling apologies, he explained that that was precisely the problem. Routine. Predictability. Formula.
So that’s how he wound up taking me to his closet and showing me the handcuffs he’d stolen from his dad last summer and asked me to dominate him.
Things were awkward at first to say the least, but I think I surprised both of us with how proficient I was at… the kinky stuff.
Stiles panted, “I’m all yours, only yours. Please, baby…”
Without warning, I fisted his hair and sharply tugged his head back.
“What was that, pet? Did we forget something?” I taunted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down the elegance of his outstretched neck as he gulped.
“Ma’am, sorry—I meant ma’am,” he stuttered.
“Good boy,” I cooed, lining kisses up the column of his throat.
“Only for you,” he breathed, gasping when I bit down on his bottom lip and gently tugged.
“Oh, you’re too sweet,” I praised. I tried not to revert back to my normal self, who would typically swoon at Stiles’ compliments. I tried to remember that I needed to stay in character. For Stiles. This was his fantasy and I was here to make his dreams come true.
With that in mind, I begrudgingly pulled away. His bottom lip jutted outwards in a pout as he stomped his foot in retaliation.
“Look at you, pet.” I slowly circled Stiles, the clicking of my heels communicating my location. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now? With your hair all in disarray, your mouth so red and open like that…”
I came up behind Stiles and slowly ran my palms down his chest. My nails scratched his nipples on my way down and he gasped. Stiles turned so that his cheek nuzzled against my arm.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
I smiled; he sounded so small and vulnerable beneath me, like he was clinging to every word, every touch.
“Of course, pet,” I replied softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”
Stepping in front of him, I untied Stiles’ blindfold and pried it loose. I almost sighed in relief when he finally blinked his eyes open and I encountered his warm, brown irises.
“Welcome back, pet. How’s the view?”
“[y/n]…” Stiles gave me a once over. I flushed red as he took in my outfit, his eyes going wide. I stood in front of him only in a pair of matching black bra and panties. He helplessly struggled against the cuffs, his shoulders spasming away from the chair.
“Please, let me touch you,” Stiles pleaded. “I need to touch you.”
“Now, now, let’s not get impatient,” I teased.
I took him in. He was even more beautiful up close. This might be my new favorite Stiles, with his cheeks dusted red, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, veins straining against his neck because it’s all he can do to not to explode as my hands trailed up his thighs.
Bracing myself on his shoulders, I descended onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stiles? How hard it is to control myself around you? How wet you make me?”
“God, [y/n], you’re driving me crazy…”
“Good. Then you finally know how it feels.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, pet. I’m gonna take good care of you.”
“Fuck, [y/n]—touch me, please,” Stiles quietly pleaded. His words sparked fire inside me, heat rushed directly to my core. I involuntarily arched my hips against his crotch, grinding down on him. Stiles let out a throaty moan.
“Now, I know you can ask nicer than that.”
“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, ma’am. I’ll do anything you want. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” Stiles begged. Sweat collected on his top lip as he spoke. The prominent bulge in his pants confirmed his pleas.
“Hmm, now was that so hard?” I rolled my hips once more against him, relishing in the way his erection hardened against my panties.
“Fucking hell, yes—God that feels so good. Just like that. Yes, anything. Please, I want to touch you.”
I leaned forward and clamped my teeth down on the shell of his ear. Stiles buried his face into my shoulder and groaned.
“Patience, pet. All in good time,” I whispered. I pulled back momentarily, then closed my mouth over his lips. He wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grazing over my teeth. I responded immediately, unable to contain my moans at his urgency. I grabbed the sides of his face and mushed our lips harder together.
While Stiles was preoccupied with my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and snuck my hand into his pants, rubbing him over his boxers. He bucked his hips into my palm, causing me to gasp.
“Eager, are we?” I playfully mocked.
“You have no idea.”
I grinned down at him. “In a moment, I’m going to uncuff you. And when I do, you are not allowed to touch me unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do we have an understanding, pet?”
Stiles bit his bottom lip and gazed up at me.
I lovingly stroked his hair. “Yes, what?”
I smiled warmly at him. “Perfect.”
I made a show of reaching into my bra, pulling out a small metal key. As I stepped around to Stiles’ joined hands, I heard him exhale. I inserted the key into the lock and turned. As soon as I heard the small click!, Stiles pulled his arms forward and above, stretching and rowing. I merely stared at his back, captivated by the way his muscles moved under his skin, ebbing and flowing with his movements.
Passively, I wondered if Stiles would continue to comply as earnestly with my demands.
“Alright, remember what I said,” I warned as I stepped around. I used his shoulders as leverage and leaned down low in front of him. “You’ll do exactly as I say, right?”
Stiles nodded this time as he blatantly stared at my cleavage, smirking as he rubbed his wrist. I couldn’t help but blush, feeling some of my authority slip away. He continued to silently watch me, his knees spread open in a wide stance.
I shot up and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. I cocked my head to the side.
“What the hell are you staring at?”
“Sorry, you’re just so goddamn beautiful.” Stiles leaned forward, his hand reaching forward as he brushed his fingertips against my mid thigh.
I swiftly slapped the back of his hand, the resounding smack! reverberating through the room. I smirked at Stiles’s shocked expression and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up.
“Stiles?” I said sweetly.
“What did I say about touching me?”
“Said not to,” he mumbled.
“Good. Try something like that again, and I’ll make you regret ever suggesting this. Now, take off your clothes.”
Stiles faltered slightly, then recovered almost immediately as he stood up and cooperated. He maintained eye contact the whole time as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his belt loose and shoved his pants down, standing completely naked before me with his arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my stance.
He quirked an eyebrow, like he was challenging me to make my next move. I kept my head high, refusing to cower away.
“Right,” I began confidently.” “Go lay down.”
I motioned dismissively towards the bed.
He nodded and obeyed. I trailed behind him, not too subtly checking out his ass. I stopped at the foot of the bed, pausing to admire the sight before me. Stiles had chosen to lay down completely flat with his legs crossed and his hands joined together behind his head. He had that same smirk adorning his expression, that familiar air of arrogance he knew would turn me on.
I stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.
“We had a little bit of a slip up, but you’ve been good aside from that. I think you deserve a reward now, don’t you?” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider something.
“Yes, m…“ Stiles trailed off as I began to crawl over him. When I continued past his waist, his breath hitched. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Biting my lip, I stifled a string of nervous laughter as I came up to straddle his head, one knee on either side of his face. I reached down to stroke his hair and looked directly into the pair of amber eyes that peeked out from between my thighs.
“Can we try something new, pet?”
Stiles nodded fervently.
I shivered as his warm, frantic breaths fanned over my wet core.
“I—“ I was cut off by my own giggle as I pondered the absurdity of my next statement. “I was wondering if I could ride your face.”
Without even replying, Stiles set into action. He didn’t even close his eyes as he pulled me all the way down and placed a kiss right on my panty-clad sex.
“Stiles!” I yelped. I gripped his headboard to keep from crushing him as my knees gave out.
He cheekily winked at my reaction before shoving my underwear aside and leaning forward to run his tongue over the entire expanse of my bare slit. He clasped my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. In turn, they clamped tighter around his head as my back concaved inward, unable to handle his sudden lapping against my sensitivity.
“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I do that?” Stiles urged.
“Yeah that-ah! That, that’s good. Like that,” I stuttered out, too enraptured to correct his use of pet name.
“I want to make you feel good. I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”
“God, Stiles…” I moaned as Stiles continued to mutter some of the filthiest things he’s ever said. He punctuated his promises by sucking furiously on my overly-stimulated bundle of nerves.
“Fuck!” I cried out when he suddenly grazed his teeth around my clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he proceeded to tug on it and rapidly flicked his tongue against it, effectively turning my legs into jelly.
I nearly keeled over when Stiles slipped in two fingers without warning. I gripped to the headboard for dear life as Stiles edged me towards climax.
“Shit, Stiles. I can’t, I’m gonna, I’m—“ My brain shut down as my orgasm took over. I reached down and tugged on Stiles’s hair, burying his face deeper inside me. As my mind turned to mush, I rode out my orgasm on his face, just like I said I would.
I’d never felt dirtier or sexier as Stiles lapped up my dripping slit, his hands grasping my ass so tight.
My vision felt slightly foggy to match the state of my thoughts. I squeaked when Stiles started kissing the quivering flesh of my inner thigh, breaking me out of my post-orgasm haze. I was still giddy as fuck as I collapsed on the bed beside Stiles.
“Woah… fuck. Are you okay, Stiles? Did I hurt you?”
“No, of course not! I’m fine, I’m fine but—how did I do? Was that good? Did I do a good job?” Stiles rambled. Looking over, Stiles was gazing at me starry-eyed, his cheeks flushed and wet, mouth swollen and pink. I nearly came again at the satisfaction of knowing that I did that to him. Because he’d asked me to.
“You did amazing, pet,” I panted. “What about me? With the whole… domination… thing.”
“Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You were fucking fantastic. We’re doing this again,” Stiles stated matter-of-factly.
I felt heat spread across my chest and up my neck. I leaned over and kissed him roughly and I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his tongue and the paradox of it all was a bit overwhelming, that he could do so many dirty things to me and still be so innocent and he made me feel so free but I knew I was tethered, so wholeheartedly anchored to this boy.
I pulled back and pecked his nose, which he crinkled in response. I giggled at his expression. “God, stop being so cute all the time.”
Stiles smiled shyly and ducked his head.
I snorted and extended my arm towards him.
Stiles snuggled into my embrace, nuzzling his face cozily into my chest. I ran my fingers through his scalp, mumbled sweet nothings into his hair. “I’m actually going to love you forever. You know that, right?”
Stiles looked up and frowned at me before leaning forward and placing a kiss right under my chin.
“I mean, I’m going to, so you might as well,” he sarcastically replied. Old Stiles was back.
I kissed his forehead in response. Stiles started to feel heavier on my form.
“Wait, no! Don’t fall asleep! I still have to, you know…”
“Whaaat,” Stiles whined.
“I have to return the favor.”
Stiles’s looked at me so witheringly unamused, he could’ve put Derek’s resting bitch face to shame.
“I love you, [y/n], but you’re fucked out. And so am I. Go to sleep.”
He resumed his position snoozing on my chest. I nearly protested, but decided I really was too tired, and opted instead to continue stroking his hair. We slept for hours.
The next morning, I sucked him awake, and we both agreed that I’d effectively returned the favor.