Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me - anyways I know I'm taking longer than usual to update each story but college is long hours and yeah... Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter x

"Bedroom. Now"

Huh?

Her eyebrows furrowed, glancing up from her phone call with Isaac to see Stiles gripping at the arm of the sofa, his gaze that met hers was suddenly dark and lusty, his pupils dilated so much his eyes looked pitch black.

'What? Why?' She mouthed silently as Isaac continued to speak about this new training session Derek was making him do, claiming it was enough to send anyone off the deep end.

Stiles gulped loudly, his eyes slowly drifting down to her hand that had landed on the top of his upper thigh, absentmindedly tracing small patterns over the fabric of his jeans which, obviously, had turned him on. Because sure, why not? Honestly, teenage boys.

She bit back a smirk, rolling her eyes as she glanced away from him, carrying on her conversation with Isaac but increasing the grip she had on his thigh, scratching her nails along the fabric to glide down over the inside of his thigh making him start squirming uncomfortably.

"Kayla? Kayla? Hale, you still there?"

She held back her laugh at Isaac's confused voice, most of her attention now on how Stiles was breathing heavily, his whole body clenched up next to her on the sofa.

"Yeah sorry, just got a little-" she slyly brushed her hand across the growing bulge in his jeans to gently tug at the zipper just to tease him some more, "-distracted"

There was a pause at the other end of the line for a couple of seconds before she heard Isaac let out a disgusted noise.

"Oh my god, don't you dare even think about having sex with scrawny whilst still talking to me" Isaac immediately objected, "and it's not even noon yet"

"Chill Lahey" she laughed, "no one is having sex with anyone, don't get your panties in a twist" she smirked at Stiles, "we're just... Watching telly"

"Oh yeah, what's on?" He challenged, "and please don't say porn"

She rolled her eyes again, "I dunno, some stupid mets game" she shrugged a little, her hand still toying with the small zip, "Stiles had it taped"

"Hmmmm" her friend sounded dubious and disbelieving, "I can't tell if you're lying or not"

"I'm a truthful person" she dead panned with a smirk, "but Uh..." She glanced down at the zip she was playing with, her hand continuously brushing access the bulge, "I'll call you later yeah?"

"I knew it' Isaac exclaimed, making a disgusted noise, "sex before noon, you're both awful people"

"Oh my god shut up" she laughed, "if you were getting some you wouldn't be complaining"

"Low blow Hale, low blow"

"Blow you say" she smirked, winking flirtatiously at Stiles making him flush a deep red, "sure, why not?"

"Holy god, stop"

"Then goodbye" she laughed lightly, "I'll call you later"

"Not with a mouthful you won't" Isaac stated, no doubt screwing his face up.

"And you say I'm awful? That was disgusting... But so true" she chuckled, "catch ya later Lahey"

"Whatever Hale"

The phone call ended but before she had time to register what the hell was happening Stiles had grabbed her chin, pulling her into a heated kiss. It was fast and quick and rough and something told her today he wasn't going to submit to her.

He broke the kiss, trailing his wet lips up her neck to bite down on the lobe of her ear, his hands pinning her wrists to her side.

"Upstairs. Now" his voice was rough and husky in her ear, his hot breath fanning across her skin which sent pleasurable shivers up her spine. God she loved it when he took control like this.

"Or what?" She smirked, challenging him as she felt his body heat pressing against hers, his heavy breathing proof as to the arousal he felt.

His grip tightened around her wrists, "or I'll make you"

Okay, wow... Hot.

She bit her lip, her whole skin tingling with want, "then make me"

It wasn't that Stiles couldn't be dominant, because he could, but more often or not it was either her on top or sex that wasn't too rough but now? You're damn right she wanted him to completely dominate her, hell he could literally do whatever the fuck he wanted, she didn't care.

His eyes, dark with lust, met her gaze and suddenly he yanked her forward, pulling her up off the sofa as she let out a surprised noise at the sudden movement but found herself dangling from his shoulder, his arm secured around the back of her knees.

She found herself near shaking with excitement, a pleased smirk pulling at her lips as Stiles stomped up the stairs. God, why was she enjoying this so much? She loved being in control but this? This was different and it was super turning her on. Maybe he would tie her up. Or spank her. Wow, off topic Kayla.

By this point he had reached his room and before she could get her bearings he had gently slammed her back into the wall, his forehead pressed against hers.

"You still going to disobey me?" He breathed, his eyes trailing across every inch of her body, his tongue darting out to wetten his lips.

"What can I say" she laughed lightly, "I'm a rebel"

His long fingers clasped around her wrists, bringing them up above her head, the pressure just being tight enough to make things interesting.

"Uh... Kaylz... I'm trying to be macho here" he whispered, dropping his facade for a second.

"You're doing a good job, keep going" she smiled widely in excitement, her heart hammering in her chest, "seriously, mega turn on"

"Really?" He asked dubiously, frowning, "I'm not just making an idiot of myself?"

She squirmed one of her hands free from his tight grip, instead choosing to take ahold of his clammy hand to ever so slowly glide it down her torso, enjoying feeling the way his breath hitched as she manoeuvred both their hands past the waistband of her shorts.

"Oh... Oh wow... Okay" his eyes widened, an audible gulp freeing from his lips as his fingers curled against her warm, and now, wet skin in her underwear, his brown gaze darkening, "okay... Definitely no problem there"

"None at all" she whispered, holding back a quiet moan as his fingers slowly dipped down further, making small patterns over her aching skin.

"You remember our safe word?"

That was almost enough to break her from her hormonal state. Almost. Why you ask? Because their safe word was nothing other than the fucking-

"Mets" she answered grumpily, pursing her lips, "the fucking Mets - definitely a turn off by the way"

He smirked at her in amusement, that dominant-macho-authoritive mask slipping back on, "now now Kaylz..." His fingers suddenly curled into her again, a gasp being forced from her lips, "... Don't make me punish you"

Hot.

"The Mets still suck" she was adamant about this but a smile tugged at her lips - she wanted to see how far Stiles would go, how dominant and rough he got, "wha'cha gonna do about it loverboy?"

He was quick either way. His large hands grabbed her hips, spinning her around to push her forward into the wall, pressing his whole body against her back so hard that she could feel the bulge in his pants nudging the curve of her ass.

"Take your clothes off" he ordered, his lips brushing across her ear, "before I tear them off you"

... She definitely liked this side to him. Jesus Christ, he should be like this more often.

She smirked but ever so slowly popped the button of her shorts, shimmying them off her hips but deliberately rolled back against Stiles' crotch just to hear him groan before pulling the tank over her head, her nimble fingers already going straight for her bra clasp but his hands stopped her, pulling them away from her back.

"Not yet" he ordered, "I want to see"

If she was capable of blushing in situations like this then she would be blushing. His voice, so deep and husky but filled with authority and dominance was, God, it was so frigging hot. No seriously, how was this even legal? She felt like turning into a puddle of hormones just listening to him.

He kept her facing the wall, his large and strong hands grabbing hers and pinning them above her head whilst his free one caressed her smooth skin, tracing his fingers across every curve she had. She especially liked it when his hand trailed down her bra strap to sweep across the top of her breast, making her bite her lip.

Holy... Fucking... Shit.

"Hmmmm..." He hummed in her ear, his hand continuing down to dance across her ribs, "C cup... Size two..." She bit her lip, desperately keeping in her moans, "God Kaylz... All the stuff I could do to you..."

Fuck.

"Then do it" she whispered, her voice aching and pleading for more contact with him, "Stiles, do it... Anything... Please"

"That's right, beg for it" his voice was right next to her ear, his hand tightening around her dainty wrists, his fingers playfully toying with the hem of her frilly red underwear, "what do you want?"

She whimpered a little as his fingers, so gentle and soft, massaged their way down to circle around her clit, no doubt just to hear her moan.

"You" she said breathlessly, "oh god... You Stiles"

"Who? Say it again" he demanded, "louder this time"

"You" her voice wasn't much louder considering the fact she was trying not to moan until her voice broke but she tried - but it wasn't enough.

"Tut tut... You didn't do as I asked" his tone was silky smooth but filled with authority as he allowed his hand to slip across to her hip and then around to her back, "and you know what I do with people that don't do as I ask?"

She didn't answer, just pulled her bottom fleshy lip between her teeth.

"I punish them"

And with that the palm of his hand quickly, but lightly, hit her right cheek. And not the one on her face. It stung a little at first but after that? It just left her feeling arousal and desire, her core aching with heat.

"Say it again... Louder this time Kayla"

God, he was even using her full name and not her Nickname... Fucking hell yes.

But before she could get the words out his hand came down on her again, the slap echoing around the room.

"Too slow" his mouth was suddenly on the side of her neck, kissing and sucking away on the delicate flesh as she threw her head back, gulping back big breaths of air, "quicker"

"Y-You" she was neither quick nor loud, her voice desperately weak and desperate.

His hands tugged down the hem of her underwear at the back so they came to the tops of her thighs, giving him full access, "again Kayla... Don't make me ask again"

"You Stiles... Oh god... You" she practically screamed, cutting herself off by holding back another moan of mind numbing pleasure.

"Good girl" he praised but a millisecond later his hand slapped across her bare flesh harder and quicker than before emitting a small pitiful cry of pleasure from her - oh god... She really really really liked this... Fuck... Pain threshold, what was that?

"Ah shit... Was that too hard?" Stiles slipped out of his 'costume' so to speak, his voice full of worry, "crap, I didn't mean to hurt you"

He didn't, quite the contrary. Pain was sorta her thing.

She was gasping for breath, this new insane pleasure making her breathless as she leaned her forehead on the wall.

"Y-You didn't... Fuck Stiles... Again"

He seemed a bit taken a back by that, his tone turning hesitant.

"Are you... Like, sure? One hundred percent?"

"Y-Yes"

It made her feel bare and vulnerable, something she didn't normally like feeling but with Stiles it was different. He made her feel different things. All of which were mind blowing beyond comprehension.

But he did it again, the first time slow and hesitant. The second with much more confidence. The third was sharp and quick. The fourth lingered more, her skin tingling. The fifth with enough force to make her jump. But holy shit was it a turn on. She was craving his touch more than ever.

But he stopped after that, obviously not wanting to go too much further incase he hurt her, his lips now soft as they moulded against the side of her neck, soothing the skin around her pulse point.

"Want me to keep going?"

She didn't even pause, "God yes"

His grip tightened around her wrists before turning her around, guiding her backwards to the bed. He stopped them just as the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, his stare never leaving hers as he pushed her down roughly on the soft mattress.

Jesus Christ Stiles she felt like saying, just come on down and get on with it.

"Don't even think about it" he said before she could even process what she was about to do, "no touching yourself... Only I can do that"

She just nodded, completely infatuated with the way he was acting. Her eyes, now dark with arousal, watched as he ever so slowly pulled his tee over his head making the muscles in his torso twitch and roll with each movement.

He discarded the tee with no regret, his lanky fingers now working on the belt and zipper of his jeans, slowly popping them open and letting them drop to the floor.

"How about I make you a deal Kaylz?" He bargained, "you help me with my little... 'Problem'-" she arched an eyebrow down at the bulge that was now super prominent in the grey underwear he was wearing, "-and I'll make sure to be extra rough with you when it's your turn... I'll even throw in a couple of spanks"

How could she refuse that?

She grinned slyly, slowly pulling herself up on her hands and knees to crawl over to him, that playful glint remaining in her eyes.

Without even saying anything she tugged at his briefs, pulling them all the way down and was rewarded with, well, how could she phrase this? Stiles junior... Only it wasn't very junior if you got her hint.

"Any preferences?" She asked quietly, "or will you let me go rogue?"

She could him him gulp from where she knelt, his hand reaching up to tangle in her hair, "make it quick... I want to get to you soon"

Oh fucking wow... But quick she could do.

She tugged at his length which emitted a very loud groan from Stiles, smirking to herself as she noticed precum already starting to trail down his foreskin. Looks like Stiles was just about there, seems he wouldn't need a lot of help from her after all.

"Hmmm" she moaned quietly under her breath, her hands reaching out to slowly start twisting around the base of his length but he shook his head, tugging at her hair to let her know she had done something wrong.

"No hands" he ordered, "and look at me"

No hands? Hmmmm... He could've specified that but whatever. Seems he liked to see how far she could go, what fancy tongue techniques she could do. Fine by her. She was, after all, very talented with her mouth.

She slowly pressed herself forward, the tip of her tongue reaching out to sweep across the layer of foreskin that was dripping with precum, tasting the slight saltiness. It wasn't awful, no where near it, but if what she was tasting wasn't served at the end of a very aroused Stiles then she wouldn't exactly go for a five course meal. But because it was Stiles it made it good, it made it actually taste pretty damn alright. In a way kind of addictive.

She glanced down, making sure she was doing it right, allowing her mouth to clasp around his tip only for his fist to tighten in her hair.

"Eyes on me Kayla" she glanced up at his order, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, "don't look away... Not for anything"

Her mouth slipped down more, taking more of him as her tongue curled, caressed and flicked his length as she bobbed her head up and down slowly but did start to increase her speed as she remembered what he said - "make it quick"

Fine by her.

Her teeth lightly grazed along his length, her tongue working overtime as she bobbed her head so quickly she felt dizzy but it worked. Her actions. And in record time too. Under normal circumstances he may have been embarrassed at how little it took for him to come undone but not now. He actually kinda embraced it. And the whole time she didn't break eye contact.

"Urghhh... Uhh... Shit..." His whole face contorted, his hand tight as it grabbed a fistful of her hair, "crap Kaylz... Oh god..." She normally swallowed but she waited to see what he wanted her to do, an eyebrow cocked.

"Swallow" he demanded breathlessly, "but slowly" he added, a meaningful look buried deep in his gaze, "I want to watch"

He really did love watching.

She pulled back, slowly licking her lips before letting the warm liquid trail down the back of her throat, swallowing thickly.

"Good girl" he praised, completely out of breath, his chest glistening with sweat, "that was... Wow... Good... That was... so... good"

She grinned shamelessly, eyes lighting up, "I'm glad"

His lips quirked a little before he realised he was supposed to be playing a part and immediately straightened out his features, morphing them into someone who was in control.

"Lie down" he ordered, nodding to the bed behind her, "and unclasp your bra but don't take it off" he warned, "just unclasp it"

Oh god... Now it was her turn. Shit, excitement burned in her stomach, her legs subconsciously rubbing together to create some friction as she did as he asked, pushing herself back up onto the pillows and unclasping the red matching balcony bra she was wearing. She was actually mildly surprised he didn't ask her to take it off already. If there was one thing Stiles couldn't resist it was boobs.

But she understood why he asked her to just unclasp it as he hovered over her, eyes glued to her chest as he slowly pulled it off himself, discarding it to one side. He didn't waste any time either. His head dipped down, mouth wrapping around her hardened nipple to suck it into his mouth that it caused her back to arch up off the bed. She loved it when he did this... Her breasts were really sensitive, well so was her whole body but there was something about the way he played with her breasts that got her engine revving.

"Don't make a sound Kayla" he warned, "not one sound"

But... What? No frigging way, that was impossible. She couldn't not make any sound. Oh god...

He roughly tugged her underwear down, balling it in his fist before reaching up to grab her hands and start tying them together with her underwear, pressing them above her head and keeping them there with his own strong hand.

"No words, no sounds, and you're not to cum unless I tell you... Understood?" He asked from next to her, his forehead clammy with perspiration, his eyes so dark with lust it made her knees shake.

"... Y-Yes..."

He raised an eyebrow, "what did I just say Kayla?"

She gulped - right no words, so sounds, not to cum unless he told her, got it. So she just settled in nodding a little, anticipation burning through her veins.

He smirked, prying her legs apart to rest his palm over her core, his gaze solely focused on her and her irregular breathing, "bite your tongue sweetheart, you're in for one hell of a ride"

He wasn't lying.

She forcefully bit down on her tongue, throwing her head back into the pillows as he slipped in two fingers, his broad palm rubbing against her clit every time he moved his hand.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That was her thought process. Literally just that. Basically. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. On repeat. She felt a moan tearing from her throat but deliberately held it back, her breathing coming out in sharp breathless pants.

He leaned down, his hot breath washing over her ear, "do you know how badly I want to be inside you right now?" He murmured huskily, "God... I want you"

She whimpered silently as he upped his speed, his fingers pumping inside her so quickly she felt her legs twitching, "I would fuck you so hard then make slow sweet love to you..."

She couldn't help but moan at that, biting down on her lip so hard it almost drew blood.

"No words" he reminded her breathlessly, "or I'll stop"

Shit. She wanted to moan out a protest but kept her jaw clasped shut, fearful if she didn't he would stop and she wouldn't get to feel this amazing pleasure.

He slipped in another finger, stretching her in all the best ways, "you're so, shit... You're so wet..."

Another moan almost broke free but she held it back determinedly, her back breaking out in a clammy hot sweat as his hand started moving so fast she couldn't keep up with him - was he rubbing? Circling? Fingering? She had no clue because it was all happening so fast but all she knew was it was good... Really good... Too good to put into words.

Her whole back arched, raising her off the bed as she started to feel herself clench up, her hands straining against the red frilly material that kept them in place.

"Not yet Kayla" Stiles warned, "don't cum yet"

'Then stop fucking fingering me asshole' she felt like screaming but her breaths just came out ragged and breathless, no words being able to be said.

He increased his speed to the point where she couldn't distinguish between when he pulled out or pushed in, skin slapping against skin oh so gracefully as she started squirming - both trying to hold in her moans and to stop herself from screaming out his name at the top of her lungs.

"You're not allowed to cum yet" he reinforced with a low voice, slamming his fingers into her even harder and deeper, "not yet Kayla"

Fucking fuck fucker.

Her whole body was jolting and raising off the bed, sweat running from every pore in her body as she desperately tried to hold it in, to obey Stiles, to listen to his demanding words but holy fuck he was too good at this. As much as she tried it didn't work.

When he slammed his fingers in again, his bony palm digging into the hood of her clit it ignited a series of sparks throughout her body, her vision completely fading as her back arched so much the top of her head was digging into the mattress. It was a type of release she had never felt before - so pure, so full on, so fucking spectacular she couldn't help the loud moans, groans and everything in between that spilled from her lips, her hips bucking off the bed to meet his thrusts with his hand.

Rough, speedy and dirty - just what she liked.

"Shit... Stiles... Stiles..." She was panting for breath, feeling his fingers slow down inside her, "fuck..." What a large vocabulary she had. Swears and 'Stiles'. Amazing.

"You didn't listen to me" he said sternly even though a part of him looked amused and pleased, the other part was trying to stay in character, "you broke my rules"

"Well maybe if you weren't finger fucking me so hard then we wouldn't be in this situation" she said breathlessly, trying to get her breath back.

He chuckled but soon composed himself, kneeling up on the bed and taking a firm hold of his length that had, again, turned rock hard, making her bite her lip.

"Spread your legs baby... bad girls need to be punished"

A)n okay I am so sorry if this turned out bad, some people wanted like dominant stiles and I just I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT WITHOUT MAKING IT DIRTY WOOPS but please please review, should I wrote more Dom stiles in the future etc they mean so much, see you next time x