(Derek POV)
Stiles was always so helpful. It was crazy. I didn't promise him anything. As far as he knew I was going to have him clean my whole loft by himself no reward and he still said he'd do it no problem. Of course I wasn't going to let him go empty handed. I picked up all the broken glass from the party the pack had here last night while he cleaned tables and picked up trash. He was humming something it sounded close to hush little baby but I don't know whatever it was, it was catchy. Stiles finished with his part of the work and started to help me without asking. He picked up a broken bottle and i immediately yelled "put that down!". He instantly sat it down and looked at me like deer in headlights "sorry. I was trying to help." He quickly mumbled. "You could cut yourself dumbass. Go clean the windows if you need something to do." I snip. He nodded and grabbed some window cleaner and started to clean the windows and mirrors. I kept my eyes on him while I cleaned up, just to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Stiles continued to hum and talk to himself. It's like he was in a world of his own. I swear he was having a full conversation with someone who wasn't there. It was quite cute to watch. He walked back to me about 10 minutes later. "I'm done with the windows and shit. What else?" He asked in his normal light hearted tone. "Go clean my room." I ordered. "On it." He said and walked to my room. I heard him cleaning and continuing to hum and mumble but now it seemed like a different song and story. I finished my work and walked into my bedroom. He was fixing my sheets. I just stood there until he turned around. "God fucking damnit Derek!" He groaned and gave me a pissed off look. "You did good. It looks a lot better in here." I remarked as I looked around. I slight smirk appeared on his face. "Really? Thanks sour-wolf." He said. I looked at him. "I think everything's done. I'm proud of you." I said. His eyes lit up "you are? Thank you sour-wolf." He mumbled with a smile. I looked around and didn't pay attention to him. He seemed really happy. I heard him starting to leave and I stood at my bedroom door way. "You leavin." I asked and he turned to my in a odd position, he's aroused. I can see it in his pants and he smells like oxytocin and dopamine "I uhm... I should go, I don't wanna bother you anymore..." he stumbled over his words. I chuckled. "You don't wanna stay?" I asked with a smirk, the first one I cracked all day. "W-well it's not that I-I just have stuff to do... you know?" he stuttered. "Oh like your boner?" I asked and his face drained. He looked away and nodded. "Why'd you get so fired up stiles?" I asked and he blushed hard. "N-no reason. It's natural!" He exclaimed with a stutter. "Oh? It's natural to get a erection after being told someone's proud of you? Do you get aroused when your teacher say there proud? Or when Scott or Isaac says it?" I asked trying to trap him with my words. "No of course not! Scott and Isaac are friends and no I don't get turned on when my teachers say it! I'm not attracted to em..." he insisted. "Ohhh. So your attracted to me." I respond with a sly smile. "Wait no!" He gulped. "Why not? Am I ugly?" I asked with a fake pout. "No your extremely handsome and sexy!" He answered panicked. "But your not attracted to me? Is it cause I have a bad personality? Am I to basic and boring?" I asked pulling him deeper into the snare, trying to see how far he'll dig himself into a hole before telling the truth. "No your not boring or basic, your amazing and you make me feel really happy!" He exclaimed once more. "So you ARE attracted to me?" I inquired again. "Well yeah-" he blurted out before stopping himself. I smile and leaned against the frame of the door. "So you got a boner cause your attracted to me and I praised you?" I asked. He didn't speak and just nodded with his head down. I slowly walked over to him and closed the residual elevator door. "Do you have a praise kink?" I asked He blushed and shaked his head no. "Oh you don't? So if I said, your such a good boy for me, that wouldn't mean anything to you?" I asked in a normal tone but did "your such a good boy for me" in a coo. He blushed and I saw his pants shift. "What about if I said, I'm so proud of you baby, your such a good little listener." I cooed and he blushed and shifted trying his best to hide his boner. "It's painful huh? Hurts to much to touch but hurts to much cause it's not being touch." I asked and He nodded. "It needs to be taken care of..." i said in a deep, seductive voice before cupping his groin and watching as he shutters and whines. "What a reaction." I said with a chuckle His legs start to shake a little and he blushed hard. "Maybe you need a mouth rapped around it, sucking it nice and slow, pulling every cute little whine and groan from your pretty lips as it milks you nice and slow. Or maybe you need to be bent over and fucked hard and mean, your cock hitting the counter with every pound as you try to stand still and take your pounding Like a good boy but your bodies failing you and you can't help but want to be kissed and held close while you get treated like a dirty slut." I said in the same deep and sensual voice. Every word seems to pull him closer to the edge. Despite not even really having any simulation down there he has a lewd and lustful look in his eyes. "Not gonna answer baby? Is your cock talking for you? Has your poor brain shut off? Has all the blood gone to your poor little erection?" I teased. He leaned onto me and I started to palm him. He trembled and griped onto my shoulders as little whining and panting noises escaped his mouth. "Oh no, your brain really did shut off." I said in a degradingly sweet tone, full of false sweetness to hide the degrading words. Just as I knew he liked it. I gently took his cock out of his pants, it was extremely red and Pre-cum dripped from it. It was clear he hadn't cum in a while. Of course I knew stiles was single but was he not jerking off? Why was it so overly sensitive, like it'd been edged and denied for days on end. I run my finger up it and he squeaks. "Don't you jerk off?" I asked and spat in my hand.
"I-I do... b-but..." he stammered. "Yes?" I say hovering my hand over his erection. "I've been edging and denying and ruining myself..." he admits in a ashamed voice. "That's why your cocks so sensitive. Are you even touching it?" I askedand he shruged slightly. I placed the palm of my hand on the tip and start to rub it in circular motion. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his legs shaked hard. "Fuck... yes Derek..." he moaned in my ear. Before he can even handle the pleasure, I rapped my hand around his cock and started to jerk him off as fast as I could. His legs immediately gave out so I picked him up, put him on the couch, took his pants off, got between his legs, pulled his legs up to my hips, pushed my clothed buldge to his bare ass and continued to quickly and unforgivably stroke his sensitive cock. His pants and moans were so addictive. "Yes Derek! Fuck!" He Moaned and I leaned into his ear. "Your so pretty when your about to cum. Look at yourself, so cute. That poor cock is so sensitive, how could you edge yourself like that? I think I'm gonna have to keep you cumming a few times to really empty your balls out." I explained and laughed. He whimpered. "We gotta get all the cum out baby... your balls need to be drained. Why did you edge yourself so much?" I asked with a smile. He didn't answer as he panted and moaned. "Oh yeah. Am I making you feel good? You gonna cum baby? You wanna spill that sweet cum all over my hand? Do it, be my good boy and orgasm. Quicker you cum this time quicker I can make you cum again, and again, and again." I teased in his ear. He whimpered and twitched. He had a dazed look in his eyes, it was so cute. His mouth hung open, his eyes glossed over and his cock out. It was so hot. I leaned in and kissed him. He was surprised but kissed me back and moaned into my mouth. I break the kiss and smirk. strings of spit connected are lips. I leaned down to his neck and gently kissed a few spots. I could feel his breath hitch and him suppress soft moans. I squeezed his Cock to draw some noise out of him. "Derek!" He cried out. I continued to kiss and tease his neck.
"M-my... god don't do that!" He bitched. "Sorry baby, I just wanted to hear those pretty noises you make." I said in a seductive tone and squeezed harder. He tried to press him legs shut but my hips stopped him. I went back to stroking him. "Fuck Derek... god yes..." stiles whined. I started to stroke him faster, I'd go from tip to base in milliseconds and he opened his mouth but no noises came out and he gripped my shoulders like they were his lifeline. "Good boy... yeah.... Cum for me baby... I know you need to. I can feel you holding out but I want you to let go." I said sweetly In his ear. His breath hitched in his throat and his body shook. Before I even knew what was happening cum spilled from his cock and onto my hand, my sleeve and his shirt. I gently squeezed the base and stroked up to get every last drop. He panted and cried out. I pulled my hand away and sat down next to him. I pulled him into my laugh and held him. He shook and whimpered. "Good boy... oh you did so good... I'm so proud of you baby... you did so good." I cooed quietly in his ear. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. I gently rubbed his back. "I'm having a New Year's party here in a couple weeks... I'm gonna need your help picking up." I said and he smiled against my neck. "I'll be there..."
