It's been a while since I've written Teen Wolf, so here's a little thing that I wrote. Please make sure you have a read of the tags before you read the story to make sure it's something you're comfortable with! There's also a moodboard for this across on my tumblr/twitter if you would like to go and have a look at that!

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Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Hybrids | Non-Canon | Fox Hybrid Mieczyslaw Stilinski | Werewolf Derek Hale | Submissive Derek Hale | Dominant Mieczyslaw Stilinski | BDSM Dynamics | Established Relationship | Top Derek Hale | Power Bottom Mieczyslaw Stilinski | Knotting | Biting | Leashes | Collars | Orgasm Denial

Stiles Stilinski loved this.

He loved the way his werewolf lover gave up control, the way that sweat was trickling down Derek Hale's throat, and he couldn't help the way his fingers flexed around the thick leash in his hand—one that had been specially modified by being laced with aconite that helped to weaken Derek.

It meant that Derek's supernatural strength had been slowly sapped and made him even more easily pliable as Stiles had worked him into a mess over the past few hours, watching as his wolf's legs had gotten shakier and shakier, smiling happily as his nails broke out into claws more and more frequently. Each time the fox hybrid succeeded in seeing the Alpha's red eyes flash he felt his own cock pulse, and his ears flicked happily on top of his head as they faded again, his wolf trembling where he was restrained between his legs.

"Such a pretty Alpha," Stiles smiled down at Derek, at the way the werewolf was restrained.

"Stiles…" Derek's voice sounded hoarse, and Stiles' smile softened, moving to a crouch over Derek's lower stomach so that he could lean forward and brush a soft kiss against Derek's lips. It had been hours—a werewolf and a hybrid both had incredible stamina—but Stiles could feel the end of their scene drawing near with the way that Derek's peak was coming. "Stiles!"

"Such a needy Alpha," Stiles nuzzled his nose softly against Derek's, but then he made sure to quickly move when Derek chased after the touch, the werewolf letting out a low whine as Stiles straightened back up and sat on his tense lower stomach. "Wanna knot me, huh?" Stiles asked knowingly as he tilted his head forward, the reddish brown ears in his brunette hair flicking above him.

"Fuck," Derek groaned, and the hair along his temple was all damp from where he was sweating, where Stiles had already been testing his limits and milking him. "Stiles, baby, please…"

"Please?" Stiles bit down on his lower and he rolled his hips forward a little playfully on top of Derek, making sure his plush ass was pressing against Derek's straining cock, and making his eyes squeeze shut for a moment. But Stiles tightened his grip on the leash, pouting until Derek opened his eyes again, their gaze meeting and Stiles making a little huffing noise under his breath before his knees were digging in at Derek's side. "I like you watching me," he whined out a little, his teeth biting down into his lower lip as he waited.

He could feel Derek's ribcage was expanding on either side, pushing at his knees as he waited for a response from his werewolf.

"Love—love watching you," Derek breathed out and Stiles felt shivers running all through him, his tail flicking out happily behind him, curling up behind his shoulder. He saw the way Derek's eyes followed the movement and sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes squeezing shut for a quick moment before they were opening again and back on Stiles. "L-love you so much."

"I know you do, Alpha," Stiles smiled, his voice as sweet as honey as his grip on the leash in his hand loosened just a little, just slightly as he wiggled a little down Derek's torso. "You know how much I love my wolf, huh?" He hummed out, and Derek's cock was pulsing between his ass cheeks as he rocked back and forth Derek, the glide easy given how much slick had leaked from Stiles' ass. "Can you feel how wet you've made me, mm?"

"Fuck," Derek groaned, his body tensing, and his arms pulled at the restraints, thicks ropes that he would have easily been able to snap if they weren't laced in aconite, and there was a satisfied smirk on Stiles' face as Derek fell back against the bed. He loved how pliant the wolfsbane made Derek, but it was still something that he needed to monitor closely given how dangerous it could be to werewolves. His Alpha was the most important person in the entire universe to him, and his well-being wasn't something that Stiles ever took lightly—especially in their kinky play—and the wolfsbane that they used with their toys was something he measured very carefully.

And it paid off.

It was so beautiful seeing the big, strong wolf that was usually so in control of every single thing in his life, give that up and succumb underneath Stiles' smaller body.

Stiles' grip on the leash adjusted as he shifted his weight onto his knees and properly lifted up, his other hand reaching back and circling around Derek's cock. There was a sharp hiss and Derek's hips tried to snap upwards, but he was barely able to move and then there was a pretty, choked out whine that followed as his hands clenched needily into fists. Stiles squeezed around his wolf's cock before he was angling upward slightly.

"Is that better, Alpha?" Stiles asked, trying to keep the shake out of his voice as he rubbed the head of his lover's cock down the crease of his ass, feeling the press against his leaking hole. He saw the flash of red coming through again in his Alpha's eyes and heat licked up his spine, toes curling underneath him. "You ready to knot me, Der?" His voice catching as he arched his back and felt the pressure of Derek's cock against where he was already so wet and open and ready.

"W-want it—want you s-so bad," Derek stammered out, trembling all over, fingers curling tightly into fists before stretching back out and straining against the rope.

"Watch me…Wanna see your eyes," Stiles murmured, and the golden glow from his fox was shining in his own eyes as Derek began to fill him, his tail curling over his thigh and the tip tickling over Derek's torso. Derek made sure to keep his eyes open and on his lover, and they were flashing red more and more often as he was taken deeper inside Stiles. "Does that feel good, Alpha?"

"Stiles," Derek whined out, and the way that he was pulling against his ropes was getting stronger, Stiles could see the way that the muscles in his arms were chording and the bonds against the sturdy bed frame were taunt. The longer that he was tied, the closer he got to his orgasm, and he desperately wanted to reach for his lover—Alpha strength helping him to fight against the wolfsbane soaked ropes. "Please, Stiles!" Stiles' teeth were biting down on his lower lip, trying to hold back the moans that were trying to leave his throat to keep his composure, but as his thighs let go and he sunk all the way down, he couldn't help himself.

"Derek…" his toes curled as he took the werewolf completely inside of him, his hand clenching around the leash but still not too tight, even in the state he was in now. "You—" he had to swallow hard as his hips rotated a little and he drew out moans from deep in Derek's chest. "You fill me up so good—" he gasped out again, this time because Derek's hips jerked upward slightly and because of how close they were, that tiny movement was enough to shove against Stiles' prostate. "Fuck!" The fox hissed out, and his body curled forward, his free hand falling forward to stablise himself, fingers curling into Derek's chest.

"Closer," Derek growled, pulling against the rope again and Stiles' nose was quivering at the way both of their scents were combining before he dropped the leash to reach out for the knife that was just within his grasp. He pulled the knife out from underneath the pillow and despite how clumsy he could be, he was incredibly careful with how he swiped the knife through both of the ropes easily.

Within seconds, Derek was lunging forward, needing to curve upward off the mattress since his legs were both still restrained to the posts at the bottom of the bed. Both his arms wrapped around Stiles, muscles trembling as his hips started snapping upwards, eyes beginning to glow freely, burying himself deep inside Stiles' heat. Stiles' eyes rolled back into his head, overwhelmed momentarily by the suddenness of Derek's thrusts, the feeling of being stretched by his lover was always so much, before his hand was grasping for the leash again.

"Such a good Alpha," Stiles' tail wrapped around Derek's waist possessively as he tilted his forehead against his werewolves for a brief nuzzle of their noses together, knowing how much it heightened both of their senses, before tightening his grip on the leash to force his face back. Derek's eyes were burning and his fangs were beginning to show under his teeth as he tipped his face back, exposing his throat to his lover, the only person that he ever exposed his throat to. Stiles' could feel his dominant headspace happily buzz around him at the submission from his wolf and the way that there was absolutely no hesitation from him. "Colour?" Stiles asked softly as he leaned forward, lips gently brushing against Derek's ear as he waited for the response.

"Green, Stiles," Derek's voice was raspy but steady. "Always green with you, Stiles." Stiles' eyes squeezed shut again, knees tightening at Derek's hips and clenching his back teeth together, his fox ears sweeping back into his dark hair. "Please let me—can I fuck you? Please can I?"

"Yes, Alpha," Stiles' lips trailed lower, eyes open so that he could appreciate the dark collar around Derek's thick neck, and where the leash was drawn tight and leading to his hand. His teeth teased at the skin above Derek's neck as he nodded, his nose brushing against the sensitive scent glands on the Alpha's throat, giving him permission. "Fuck me—claim me," he hissed and he felt as Derek let go.

There were going to be bruises, marks left all over him tomorrow, ones that were going to take days to heal even with his hybrid healing, and Stiles only wishes that he could leave them all over Derek as well.

But bites that he left on Derek's neck…

Those ones took longer to heal…

Stiles could feel the moment that Derek's knot began to form, catching at his puffy rim and making his back arch even more, dragging his nails up the werewolves back and burying his face in his neck. His teeth began scraping at Derek's neck, pinching at his skin just above the collar as Derek started pulling himself closer to the bottom of the bed, bending his knees to strain against the ties around his ankles. Sometimes Stiles would punish him for that, but that was the last thing on his mind now, just wanting Derek to give in to his pleasure at this point, wanting him to feel so good.

"Knot me, Der," Stiles mumbled, his lips pressed against Derek's skin, tongue flicking out and teeth worrying the skin. "Knot me, Alpha…" Derek's growl was loud and Stiles felt the way it vibrated through his body, the short fur on his ears prickling upward in response, his body curling tighter around his wolf.

The moment he felt Derek's knot catch at the rim, too big to pull out anymore, Stiles tugged on the leash again, and sunk his teeth into Derek's neck.

The werewolf's knot locked into place as the collar tightened and at the feeling of his lover's teeth digging into his skin, the pressure deep and blunt, it made Derek's eyes roll back at the feeling of being so possessed while also possessing so Stiles intimately by knotting their bodies together. His fangs were showing and his eyes were glowing red as he came, filling Stiles in warm ropes of cum that had his fox's stomach bulging slightly.

"My Alpha…" Stiles' voice sounded slightly slurred as he felt the pressure against his prostate increasing, and the warmth inside just becoming more, because when Derek knotted, he always came so much. "My Alpha fills me so good…" he rocked back and forth, licking at the bite marks he had left behind and feeling as his own orgasm finally consumed him. His whole body shook and he made sure to let go of the leash because he didn't want to pull on it too tightly as everything became hazy, his tail whipped back and forth behind him as he came over their lower stomachs.

Derek held him tight, always so attentive and protective after knotting his lover, and as Stiles' fuzzy head became conscious again, leaving wet kisses against Derek's neck, he tilted his face upward a little so he could nuzzle his nose gently against the werewolves scent glands. There was a pleased rumble from Derek's chest, holding Stiles close against his body and rocking them slightly as Stiles scented and kissed him.

It was another ten or so minutes before Stiles reached back to pull on the rope to undo the ties for Derek's ankles, and then the Alpha was easily rolling them back on the bed, their bodies still bound together but now laying back on the mattress, Stiles comfortably sprawled over his wolf's chest.

"I love you so much," Stiles whispered, one of his hands coming up to stroke through Derek's hair, his movements a little clumsy, massaging lightly at the back of his neck. Derek chased after the touch, inhaling deeply through his nose, the corners of his lips turning upwards in a satisfied smile at the way they were connected, at the way their scents smelt, at the throb of Stiles' bite on his neck, and he spread his fingers apart on Stiles' back so that he could feel even more of him, scratching lightly.

"I love you too," he murmured in response. They'd be knotted together for another fifteen minutes or so, but neither of them minded how long it took. Stiles' fingers scratched lightly over Derek's scalp as he pressed in closer against his wolf, their breathing evening out as they drifted in and out of sleep together, the lovers content.

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