Alpha
Stiles had a secret that only Derek, his lover, knew. For all of his posturing and pretense, he had fetish, a kink that he hoped no one else ever discovered. Stiles liked being dominated, pushed down and taken in the most savagely pleasurable ways that he could imagine only in the darkest corner of his brain.
He wanted, no needed, the ultimate control of the Alpha. He appreciated the strength of the man above him, the feel of his hands like steel girders around his fragile wrists, holding him to the bed as he was roughly pounded into with reckless, almost painful abandon. There was nothing that he enjoyed more than the rough stubble that rubbed against his face as the man's tongue took control, pushing, pulling, and tugging on his own. He loved the rough feel of his back pressed against a hard surface that rubbed against his back, sending sparks of pleasure through his body as his lover thrust sharply, hitting all of the right places that forced deep moans from his throat.
At first, he had been embarrassed by his desires, confused as to where they had come from, but after serious contemplation he finally understood this facet of himself. While he pretended to know what he was doing in front of his friends, in reality he was lost, a drifting cloud trying to find himself and all that he thought he was missing. And therefore he felt the need for someone else to assert control, to finally take a hold of him and show him that he deserved protection and love, that he was worth of that. And that was part of the reason that he loved Derek. The werewolf never wanted any more than he could give. And while Stiles felt the need to submit, Derek felt the need to be in control, to dominate so as to prove himself worthy of the leader that he felt he was supposed to be.
So, during the day, the teen would walk with a certain air of swagger until the night time when he could once again allow his alpha to take his proper place as master and pound him soundly into the mattress. After which the two would lay panting and sated, full of thoughts of only each other and the secrets that they shared.
A/N:
Whoo! Teen Wolf story down! I've been cranking them out lately, though this one is a bit subpar and really short, I hope you at least kind of liked it. It was definitely one of my first forays into the Sterek universe. I hope it wasn't too bad. Don't worry, I'm working on it, and it will get better.
Anyway, thanks for reading all of this blah-blah-blah. Tell me what you think about it! Remember, reviews feed me (more than domination feeds Stiles) and I'm not afraid of the flames.
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Yours truly, madly, and deeply,
Einstinette