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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

Stiles still flushed at the mention of how wet he got. He liked it, he liked the reaction of his body for Derek. And how smug and pleased Derek was. He liked to make his mate proud- there were certainly some parts of being an omega that weren’t awful. The instinctive pleasure he got from making Derek happy or aroused was lovely. It made him tingle all over. And his body was so reactive to his mate-

“I do, I do, I need something-“ Stiles started before he was cut off by Derek touching him, touching the plug, moving it. He gasped as the bulb pressed at his rim from inside, shocked at how much pleasure he felt from the sensation. “Yes-“ he whimpered, one hand gripping at Derek’s bicep, the other hand twisting in the sheets. His cock twitched on his belly, precome dribbling from the tip. Already he could feel his orgasm beginning to build, but that wasn’t a surprise. He’d been waiting so long- and as Derek moved the plug he could hear how wet he was.

Stiles let out a mewl of pleasure when Derek finally slipped the plug out, feeling his slick sliding from his body.

“Oh, fuck,” he yelled louder when Derek’s tongue was there, licking over his entrance that was so, so sensitive now. Stiles couldn’t hold back the sob when Derek’s fingers slid so easily inside him. And it was better than the plug, just any part of Derek- “Yes- Yes, please,” he begged, pushing down on Derek’s fingers and moaning loudly as they brushed properly against his needy prostate, the other stroking around his sensitive rim. “I’m- it won’t take long-“ he whimpered, continuing to roll his hips, to ride against whatever part of Derek he was offered. He could feel his own wetness, hear it, and he knew it would turn his mate on even more.

Stiles could feel his skin flushing, feel it creeping up his chest and neck into his cheeks. He bit down on his lip but stopped, knowing Derek would prefer his panting and moaning. His fingers unwound from the sheets, trembling as they ran through Derek’s hair, making their way to the back of his head and pressing lightly to guide him down.

“Taste me,” Stiles panted, wanting Derek’s tongue where his fingers were, wanting to hear the moans of pleasure as Derek licked at his slick. He knew he was barely going to last, at least the first hard orgasm, but Derek could make him come again and again before he knotted him. Stiles wanted it, his body was eager for it.

“So close, I’m so close I’m gonna come, Der-“ He panted, writhing on the bed and letting out a sob as he came, clenching right around his mate.