Chains and Love
Stiles Stilinski x Werewolf!F!Reader
Summary: It’s almost your first full moon as a werewolf, and Stiles tries to help by chaining you up, not realizing that both of you actually enjoy it.
(Inspo from a scene in the tv-show. S4 EP4)
smut !!!
words: 2,719
warnings, tags & ff below!
cw & tags: Nolan walks in on you and stiles first before leaving like in the tv show, embarrassed/flustered Stiles, he gets an boner, smut, kink discovery, bondage, physical restraint, nipple play, cunnilingus, Stiles has a above average d (not lore accurate but whatever), chains obviously, praise, p in v, creampie, anxious reader, soft dom Stiles, sub reader, he asks for consent a lot because he’s respectful and hot, plot kind of?, your malia basically, reader hasn’t had sex in a long time, baby names, finger fucking, EVERYTHING IS AWKWARD
an: This took a very long time to make, I was basically fighting myself while making this. I was too focused on criticising my works rather than improving my writing. But now I’m trying my best to stop being so self-critical. Now enjoy the fanfic! I also have dyslexia and English isn’t my first language so beware. Have fun reading and don’t be afraid to comment! I love compliments. It gives me motivation to write more.💕
I’m not responsible for what you read and the characters are not mine!
Clanking chains echoed in the air. Stiles carefully pulled out long heavy chains with padded handcuffs from his duffel bag. The chains looked extremely worn, covered with deep scratches all over the metal and the padding was almost falling apart. Imagining the feeling made you feel a bit queasy. What if they ripped and you started attacking Stiles like a mani-
“It will be okay,” he said softly, dropping the chains and looking at you. Stiles always knew how you felt when you became anxious.
“I promise.” His eyes traced down your face, his captivating brown eyes meeting yours with sympathy.
“Stiles, what if—" You started but he stopped you, “Don’t think like that, that just makes your anxiety worse.”
“But Stiles—" he groaned, Stiles just took you by the wrist.“It will be okay.” His voice was soft but assertive, and even after his reassurance, you couldn’t help but spill your thoughts.
“Stiles, I don’t know if I can do this. What if my first moon is like Scott’s?" You said, biting your lip nervously. The taste of blood now a noticeable in your mouth while looking down at the floor trying to avoid the chains on the bed. A bigger pit formed in your stomach with every minute passing by. What if you went MIA? What if you attacked someone, like Scott tried to do during his first moon…? The thought scared you more than anything. Stiles shook his head.
“It will be fine, and if you happen to attack someone, this will help. Even though they are a little worn out,” he gestured towards the handcuffs.
“Every werewolf’s first full moon is crazy. It’s just a fact. But I’ll be there for you like I was at Scott’s.” Stiles explained softly before carefully securing the padded handcuffs around your right wrist.
“Really?” You looked up at him, pleading for more reassurance.
“Of course, I’ll be there for you,” Stiles said with a hushed tone as his hand moved up to your face, caressing your cheek. His eyes meeting yours again. Stiles was so gentle with you, you were precious to him. You were his top priority. Stiles thumb brushed your bottom lip with tenderness.
“I promise,” he stated, “but you really need to stop biting your lip. It’s bleeding.” Stiles chuckled with a smirk, he knew it wouldn’t stop but it wouldn’t hurt to remind you every now and then. You bit your lip when you got nervous, it was a bad habit that Stiles always took a notice too. Your faced heated up at his reminder.
“Wanna try again?” he whispered and you hesitantly nodded. Stiles’ slender fingers pulled on the metal, which made you let out a soft whine, causing a shiver down your spine.
“Is that too tight?” he asked softly with concern in his voice. Before you could respond, Noah, Stiles' dad, walked in on you two.
“Hey—“ Noah just wanted to check on you two to see if everything was okay. Just thinking you two were studying but no, instead he walked in on something he wasn’t ready for. Stiles wrapping you in chains. Noah paused at the sight. His mouth opened in shock as he clutched his thermos, that was filled with coffee.
“Hey… Um… This is not what you think, at all.” Stiles says awkwardly, looking back at you for help. But you just sat there, feeling a rush of embarrassment come over you. Stiles said his dad wasn’t going to be here…
“I don’t even wanna know,” Noah sighed while shaking his head, before closing the door and walking away.
“There’s nothing to know! Cause I just… told you that…” Stiles muttered under his breath. Your whole face became hot to the touch. The fact that his dad thought that you two were— The thought just made you feel more warm. You looked at Stiles to see his reaction but all he was doing was staring at you. You couldn’t really make out what he was thinking, you never could.
“So… Does this happen often?” You asked, Stiles nodded before adjusting the chains again.
“Unfortunately.” He sighed, a silence followed after that answer. Neither you nor Stiles knew what to say. While it continued you noticed that Stiles got rougher when he got bothered.
“Just ignore what he said. This isn’t like that at all…” He muttered, feeling a rush of embarrassment come over him. He shook his head, desperately trying to get the dirty thoughts out of his head. He took your left wrist and wrapped the padded handcuffs around you. Being handcuffed by Stiles wasn’t that innocent anymore. You couldn’t help but imagine that this might be more than innocent help from a friend. He tugged on it again and you couldn’t help but whine at the feeling. Silence spread over you two again. It made Stiles strangely aroused.. He tugged on it again to see if you had the same reaction, but you stayed quiet this time. This got awkward fast.
It took you a few minutes for you to realise that Stiles had a tent in his pants. A boner, and it wasn’t little… It was quite big, bigger than you imagined at least. Most guys would brag about their dick size but he didn’t. Your eyebrows were raised in surprise and he couldn’t help but tug harder in embarrassment when you saw it.
“Don’t look…” Stiles' voice got raspier, he was starting to feel self conscious so you looked away immediately.
“It’s okay it happens.” You responded, “it’s impressive actually.”
Stiles looked back at you in confusion. “What?”
“You’re big, your dick I mean.”
“Really?” He looked at you with curiosity now.
“Yeah,” you wanted to put your hands over your mouth. You couldn’t control your mouth. Words just slipped out, but Stiles looked really into it. His hands went to your waist.
“Do you like me?” He asked, “I do,” you replied.
Your eyes met for the first time since his dad walked in and you couldn’t help but lean in. His soft lips gently touching yours in a soft embrace. It was comforting.
“I like you too.” He slightly pulled away, his lips just hovering over yours. He then let go of your waist and replaced them with your wrists. Wanting to make the padded handcuffs tighter now that he knew that you liked it, he wanted to go further if you’d let him.
“Do you want more?” Stiles asked, and you nodded nervously. His slender fingers let go of your wrists before he pulled on the chains harder than before. The tight feeling around your wrists made you even hornier. Your lips immediately moved over to his. Stiles reciprocated immediately, the arousal and tension building up inside of you two.
It felt so good, maybe too good because your werewolf claws decided to come out. You jumped in surprise and tried to hide them. It was embarrassing enough that you were nervous, now this? Thankfully the chains and padded handcuffs got in the way of seeing them, you didn’t want to ruin the moment. Stiles then pulled his lips away from yours, leaning his forehead against yours.
“You want more?” he panted. Of course you wanted more! You wanted him, every inch of him. So you nodded and as soon as he saw you move Stiles pinned you down onto the bed, sitting on top of you. Before wrapping the chains around his bedposts. But the sight of your claws made him pause.
“Whoa, that’s cool.” He muttered, “does that happen when you get horny?” he looked at them in fascination. They were sharp, long and deadly. His fingers touching them carefully.
“I guess…” You shrugged awkwardly. Stiles chuckled before leaving small kisses down your neck. Which made you whimper.
“You like it?” He whispered in your ear. You responded with a weak yes. It felt so nice when he took control over you. A thing you haven’t experienced in a long time since you turned. Just trying to control your emotions had been difficult for weeks now. Now it’s as if the weight got temporarily lifted off your shoulders. All you could do now was melt into his touch. Stiles fingers then moved up and down your body, feeling you up. Appreciating every single part of you. Those warm fingers then sneakily moved under your shirt. Sending another shiver down your spine.
“You want it, baby?” He whispered, and now you responded with an eager yes. Gaining more confidence. His fingers then slowly started to move towards your bra; unclasping it and removing it before squeezing your soft breasts tenderly.
“You feel so good,” Stiles whispered against your ear. Slowly rubbing your nipples between his index finger and thumb. His mouth then moving down to your collarbone, leaving small marks on you like a claim. More moans started to leave your lips as you felt more pleasure. But unexpectedly, you started to feel oddly territorial about him. His natural smell taking over your nose, it was hypnotic. You wanted to make him yours. But these new feelings also carried new fears, which made you scared for what was going to happen next.
His fingers then moved down to your jeans. Stiles waited for consent before completely removing your pants and shirt. You hadn’t been this exposed in a long time. He saw how embarrassed you got and decided to take off his Star Wars t-shirt and jeans.
Now he was only in his boxers, and you couldn’t help but admire his body. He was slightly toned, cute biceps and covered in moles. You wanted to reach out and touch him. But then you remembered that your hands were tied. A pout appeared on your lips, but nonetheless he was still hot and that big boner in his boxers couldn’t go unnoticed. It twitched when you looked at it for too long. He coughed awkwardly before pulling your panties down, his dick twitching again. You were beautiful; it didn’t matter that you were shaved or not or had an innie or outie.
All he could say was, "Whoa," before taking off his boxers as common courtesy. Your eyes widened in surprise again. You had the same reaction as him, a surprised look. His tip was pink like his blushing cheeks, and it was dripping with pre-cum with a few veins protruding down his cock. His hair was shaved down to the grain. It probably got in the way of his sessions. All you wanted to do was suck it now. As your eyes lingered Stiles couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Stiles bent down to get to your level and kissed down your body.
“You look so beautiful,” Stiles said lovingly. You were so majestic to him. He admired every curve and mark on your body. Stiles loved them, he loved you. But he wasn’t ready to say it yet. More kisses pressed all over your body. Arms, stomach, neck, chest, and thighs, all the way down to your crotch. Stiles looked up at you, asking for the permission to go further. You consented before he spread your legs apart. Your warm cunt was so fascinating to him. Maybe it was obvious that he hadn’t seen much of a woman’s body in real life before. Only online.
Stiles then leaned down, just looking at your pussy. He could worship you for days, maybe even weeks. His tongue then immediately started licking and circling your clit. To your surprise he found it immediately, it looked like he did a lot of research online. Your head then leaned back in pleasure. The sensations were breathtaking, literally, you were panting heavily. One of Stiles' free fingers moved down to your hole and started finger fucking your pussy. Touching your g-spot, a loud cry of pleasure left your lips.
He felt himself get harder by every passing moment, it started to become painful but he didn’t care. He wanted to pleasure you first. Stiles moaned against your pussy while desperately moving for friction on the bed. The vibrations made you moan even more. Stiles was relentless with his mouth, it was amazing.
“Close…” you moaned weakly as his tongue sped up. It got even more slippery, and your breathing was ragged. You let out the loudest moan ever before your legs spasmed. As you came, your thighs squeezed the sides of his head. You needed to hold on to something, your hands gripping the padded handcuffs, slowly ripping them apart.
“Fuck…” you muttered as your whole body relaxed on his bed. Your legs limp now and all he could do was smirk before pulling away. He sat up to see you, his mouth was covered in your juices and spit. You were practically melting against the bedsheets. Your arms started to hurt but it was fine.
“Did it feel good?” He panted.
“It felt amazing.” You stated while catching your breath. Stiles then started stroking himself at the sight of you. He kissed you one last time before pulling away.
“My turn” Stiles smirked and spread your legs apart again. He positioning himself between your thighs.
“You ready?” He asked, a loud plea left your lips. His hands then went to your hips, positioning you rightly before his big cock entered your pussy. He let out a loud moan but stopped to let you adjust to his size. Stiles then moved slowly up inside you, his big cock reaching all the way up to your cervix. Slightly squeezing it.
“Can I move?” He asked and you answered with a yes, of course. You need him so badly. Stiles hips then started to move in a slow pace. He couldn’t stop praising you and moaning while moving. It felt so nice being his and being appreciated. After a few minutes Stiles couldn’t help but move faster. He grabbed the spot behind your knees and moved them back to let him get better access. Letting him move even deeper into you, you could feel his dick squeeze your cervix with every thrust. Every thrust made you moan louder.
“Faster please.” You begged, your body basically vibrating from pleasure. His lips then meet your chest, sucking it gently. A gasp left your lips when he lightly bit your nipple. You gripped harder on the handcuffs, you needed more of him. Stiles couldn’t help but chuckle as light curses left your lips. His thrusts got faster and deeper as he got closer to his climax.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Can I cum inside?” Stiles asked in a hurry. You couldn’t help but say yes before he did a deep final thrust inside you. Making his hot cum spill inside you, filling you to the brim. The feeling made you gasp. Stiles then laid on top of you while panting. Both of you were sweating messes and in a deep feeling of pure bliss.
“Fuck, you felt so good. Thank you.” He said. Stiles was utterly grateful for you. It took a few minutes for you two to recover before he pulled out of you, his hot cum running down your pussy. He laid beside you.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked softly as he started kissing down your neck again. “You were amazing,” Stiles added.
“Yeah, I’m great.” You panted, he continued to praise you as he kissed your body. After a while, he started to carefully unravel the chains from his bedposts. He paused, “Are you sure?” Stiles asked worriedly when he saw the red marks left on your wrists. His fingers were slightly caressing over those marks and you flinched. You were great, it hurt but it was the good kind. You nodded with a smile, trying to reassure him.
“I promise.”
He shook his head and said softly, “Let me take care of you.” Before carefully helping you apply soothing lotion to your wrists and hands, gently massaging it into your skin. He then assisted you into your clothes and handed you a cold glass of water, which you gratefully drank. His caring nature was one of the things you loved most about him. Afterward, he helped you settle into bed. You cuddled him since he liked to be the little spoon before falling asleep to each other’s heartbeat. You were finally his and he was finally yours.