Stiles Stilinski (sacredname) wrote in cedarridge_rp, @ 2016-02-18 23:40:00 |
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Who: Derek and Stiles
Where: Derek's house, Stiles room
When: February 10th, afternoon
Warning: Adorable wolf dog puppy and Stiles and Derek. Noncon angst.
It had been five days since his punishment, five days since Derek had fucked his brains out, and it’s been five days since Stiles had said a word. After Derek had left Stiles had cried until no more tears came and for the rest of the night he had laid on the soiled mattress, Derek’s come dripping out of him and drying on his thighs and ass, staring up at the ceiling.
The next day when Derek had come to give him new clothes and clean up the room, Stiles didn’t say anything. He didn’t fight Derek. He ate his food, drank the water he was given, and was silent the whole time. He hated Derek for what he had done to Stiles but Stiles hated himself more for enjoying it and encouraging it. He had asked for it. Demanded it. And if Stiles was honest with himself he had loved it. Which made him hate himself that much more.
And so Stiles stayed quiet, not moving from the new mattress Derek had brought, and spent most of his days curled up in a ball facing the wall. He was tormented by memories of what had happened to him, how he had felt, what he had said, and it replayed over and over in the teen’s mind. Loathed himself and Derek and what they had done.