What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
"Greedy for it," he panted, eyes fluttering closed. "Yeah, Derek-" another orgasm raced through him, his body tensing in Derek's arms, moaning out his pleasure loudly.
Derek always gave him what he wanted. Because he was Stiles' mate, Stiles' alpha. It was his instinct to provide anything Stiles asked of him, even if he asked for Derek to come inside him again and again, to fill him, to put a child in him. If he said harder, faster, now, Derek would comply, because Stiles was his mate-
He could feel a pulse in his neck where the bite was. The bite that he would happily take every day until his heat, when they would claim each other properly, both of them, and it would be there forever, marking Stiles as Derek's.
Stiles was almost dizzy with pleasure, with the amount of come inside him, Derek wrapped around him. His hands migrated down slowly, slowly, resting against his belly as he tried to catch his breath. "Derek-" he breathed, turning his head, seeking his mate's lips. "I love you so much."
It did feel different. It still felt different. As they lay there, curled up, half dozing as they waited for Derek's knot to go down, Stiles could feel sparks in his veins, all the way through him. He was aware of Derek in a new way, as though in another dimension or something. Another level. Maybe it was the bite, maybe it was just that their bond had strengthened, had taken on a more supernatural element, and Stiles was just growing accustomed to what that meant. Maybe- and it was unlikely, he knew it was unlikely- maybe it was because their bond had really been solidified, created a life inside him.
His phone buzzed and Stiles reached for it, pleased that it was in arms reach so that he didn't have to get Derek to move. It was Scott, telling him he'd be over early so that they could sort everything out. As though it were his idea. Stiles snorted, cuddling back against Derek's chest.
If he was a dick for wanting Scott to know they'd spent the morning mating, then so be it. If he was a dick for wanting Scott to see the bite on his neck and freak out, then he was absolutely one.
Derek was snoozing still, and Stiles guided his hand to cover his belly. Maybe there was no one in there yet, but there would be one day. That was certain. He wondered if the betas would like their new little pack brother or sister. He was sure Boyd would be stupidly happy. Erica would want to dress them up and play with them all the time. Isaac would be scared he'd break them.
Derek...Derek was going to be an amazing dad. Stiles had no doubt about that, and that was why he wasn't worried about them having a baby so soon. Derek would dote on their child, on Stiles, he'd bend over backwards to make their lives easier. He was lucky. He was incredibly lucky, and he hadn't felt this safe in many years, falling asleep again with absolute ease in the security of his mate's arms.