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

Stiles gasped out another sob as Derek nuzzled between his thighs. That Derek seemed to be insatiable because of his scent, because of how he tasted. He couldn’t really believe that he could have this kind of an effect on anyone, let alone someone like Derek.

Maybe it as that he smelt fertile, maybe that was what was getting Derek so riled up. Maybe he could taste the need, his pheromones begging to be made pregnant-

He let out a cry when Derek’s tongue pressed deep into him again, muscles clenching, wanting something bigger and thicker inside him. He was losing his damn mind there was so much stimulation. The brush of Derek’s teeth against his skin- Stiles didn’t think he’d be surprised if he could come just from that, from Derek’s fangs grazing his most intimate areas. Maybe it was the thrill, knowing Derek’s wolf was so close to the surface, knowing Derek was controlling himself-

“Wait,” Stiles whimpered once Derek had moved closer, moving out of his mates grip to turn onto his own stomach, to offer his slick soaked bottom to his mate, presenting his eager entrance.

“Now you can have me,” he whispered over his shoulder at his whining mate. “You waited, you did so good. I know how badly you want to be inside me. Come on-“ reaching back, Stiles stroked his fingers through Derek’s hair, pulling him towards his entrance, groaning again at the eager touch of Derek’s tongue.