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

Oh yeah, Stiles loves the way that half shifted Derek had to bite out his words, the slur of them around his teeth. There doesn’t seem to be a thing about Derek in any form that he didn’t find hot. He liked the growl of the two words as much as he liked their meaning.

He didn’t know what Derek was thinking, he didn’t know what he was learning from Stiles’s scent, or the way he tasted, but the next growl sounded pleased. Whatever it was, his mate was happy about it, and Stiles was glad that he could please him.

He felt- fuck - he felt the heavy pulse in Derek’s knot, the way it was growing inside him, keeping him full.

“Always, always want it. Want it all-“ Stiles panted. “You’re so big. Want you to come, want you to fill me, Derek.”

He wouldn’t have been surprised if his muscles were clenching to milk Derek’s orgasm from him. That or he was just desperate to keep his mate close, keep him inside him. Keep him right there against his prostate, because he was going to come again.

“Fuck-“ Stiles sobbed when once more he felt the knot inside him swell, his fingers clenching in the sheets as he let out another cry that was drowned out by the roar of his mate. Derek was coming, filling him, and Stiles was pretty sure he was about to lose his goddamn mind. Another orgasm was rolling through him as he was covered by Derek’s body and filled with his seed. And he wasn’t stopping, he was still rolling his hips, and tears were rolling down Stiles’ cheeks.

He trusted that Derek could smell the pleasure on him, that the tears were nothing but overwhelming pleasure.

He wanted to be pregnant. Right now. All of this, this time, everything had felt different, more intense. He felt more connected to Derek beyond their physical contact. He felt so much more.

“Keep going, give me everything,” he whimpered. “Fill me up. I want your child. I want your pup inside me. God, your knot- your knot is so big. I’m so stretched.”

It was definitely different. Stiles felt almost high from the pleasure, and though part of him desperately wanted to believe it was because he had conceived, again he needed to know more about their new bond. Perhaps it was that. And if it meant their sex was always going to be this intense then he would welcome it.

“I love you. Love you so much, Der-“