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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,
@ 2017-10-31 20:08:00

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Stiles really hadn’t been expecting to actually fall asleep before nine. Because he never had before. Aside from if he hadn’t slept for a day or so. He’d been intending to just fake being asleep until his dad had checked on them, but John had come in (expecting some fake sleeping, too) to find Stiles on his back, snoring, and Derek cuddling against him. Derek was even more of a good influence than John could have hoped.

Stiles woke up before his alarm again. And he felt amazing. Not just because it was Friday, and not just because it was Friday. But waking up with Derek did that for him. He leant over and kissed Derek gently on the lips. He ran his fingers gently over the scruff on his mate’s jaw. He hoped he’d be able to grow somewhat of a beard, but omegas didn’t tend to, especially if he was thinking of having babies all the time.

“Do I have to go to school?” Stiles asked quietly as they sat down for breakfast, glancing over his shoulder to check his dad wasn’t creeping up on them. “I’ve got lame classes today, I can breeze through them, we could just go back to yours-“ he said softly. He knew Derek wouldn’t agree. He knew Derek would make him stay in school even during his free periods. Derek was going to be a good dad.

He was glad he actually got to see his dad before he headed to school, though. John woke up and joined them for coffee just before they left. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see Derek still there.

“You both slept well, hm?” He asked with a smirk over the rim of his coffee cup. “Good early night?”

“Well we both have busy days- I’ve got school, Derek has realtor and grocery appointments, got to be well rested,” Stiles said with a shrug. He had no other explanation, other than all the sex they’d had and the fact that sleeping next to Derek was incredibly calming.

“Busy weekend?” John asked.

“Stuff with the pack,” Stiles replied easily.

“So you’re like- the...pack deputy now?” John queried. The ins and outs of werewolf packs and their workings weren’t completely common knowledge among humans without a pack. And it varied a lot. So John had no real knowledge of where Stiles now fit in. “You were in Scott’s pack though?”

“Well yeah,” Stiles shrugged. “But Derek is my mate. It’s not like we’re all adhereing to usual pack dynamics here anyway, dad.”

John looked at Derek. He’d known Talia and the Hale pack, he’d been a year beneath Derek’s dad in school, they’d played lacrosse together, he knew things were different. Dating, bonding, mating.

“If you have some time, Derek, maybe you can... run through some things with me.”

“Dad-“

“Son, it’s important. This is your life now. You’re mates with a werewolf. I need to know what that entails.”

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surlier
2017-11-03 02:28 am UTC (link)

If he hadn't told Stiles as much before, he wouldn't have been able to answer that question from John. Stiles deserved to hear it first, but he'd said it the evening prior and nodded slowly. "I do love him. And I know that. I know he's also fiercely loyal and loving."

Giving. Intelligent. Sexy. So many words to describe his mate, but it was that loyalty that made him feel safe. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate that. Mostly we're deciding where we want to go in our future. The details of it - we know we'll be together, that Stiles will be going to school, it's just down to where."

He paused. "Stiles could have been born a beta, or even another alpha, and I still would be proud to call him my mate. But -" color fused into his cheeks. "Now, one day I get to call him the bearer of our children. And there's no-- there are no words to tell you what that means to me."

Maybe it was sappy, but it was true. Family was something he'd thought he never have again, and then came Stiles.

Derek didn't regret anything.

Not even when his phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to see who it was. A text from Erica. Scott & Stiles tiff. He frowned at the screen. "Sorry, give me just a minute," he said.

Bad? He sent to Erica.

To Stiles he sent another one. What happened w Scott? Stiles had been so worried about telling Scott and making sure he understood - Derek could guess it had something to do with that, but the details were important.

He heard back from Erica first. No. Scott was stubborn, Stiles told him off & bounced. The frown deepened. He could ask her, but he wanted to hear about it from his mate.

"Sorry," Derek said again as he set his phone down and waited to hear back from him. "Apparently something happened between Scott and Stiles this morning. Stiles was worried that he'd have trouble accepting what's going on between us, but I don't know if that's what it was."

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_stiles
2017-11-03 10:31 am UTC (link)

John frowned, concerned about what might be going on. His son and Scott had been through so much together, he didn’t want something that made Stiles so happy be the reason they fell apart.

“He’ll come around, right? It’s not as though Stiles had a choice,” John asked, wanting some reassurance from Derek. “Scott isn’t old enough to have his own pack anyway. I mean he is now, but he’s not graduated, you’re- experienced.” He didn’t want to say older, he didn’t really want to acknowledge how much older Derek was than Stiles.

Stiles slomped into his English Lit classroom and threw himself at his desk before he realised the room was already occupied.

“Uh, hey, Stiles,” Allison greeted from the front, where she and a few more students were working on a project. She excused herself and walked over, pulling up a seat beside him.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t know you were- I didn’t know-“ he murmured. “I just needed to get away.”

“From the pack?” Allison asked. She’d see them following Stiles around, and Isaac had told her about Derek and Stiles. Which had, when she’d thought about it, seemed a pretty obvious pairing.

“Scott,” Stiles replied. “He isn’t- he’s not too happy with me.”

Allison nodded. “You know he and Derek have always had some friction-“

“Yeah, I know, but it’s not like I just decided- it’s not like I’m doing it to spite him.”

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

“I know, but Scott- you know Scott. He’s new to all of this. Being a wolf and being an alpha. He hasn’t felt what you feel, he doesn’t know what it’s like to find a mate. And it’s not so common, is it? Not at our age. He’s dubious, probably because he’s upset he doesn’t feel this thing with Kira.” Allison purses her lips, and Stiles gave her a wry smile.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and saw Derek’s name, opening the message.

small disagreement about you stealing my innocence he text back.

“What can I do to convince him? I want him to be part of our pack. He’ll make us stronger. I want him there when we have kids-“

“He just needs time,” Allison said again, taking stiles’ hand. “He needs to see that it’s real and not just your hormones. He’s protective of you. You know him. And he’s probably a bit jealous.”

“He spends all his time with Kira, it’s not like he’s gonna be lonely whilst I’m with Derek- we haven’t hung out for ages. And he freaked out when I presented in case he fancied me, which kinda makes me feel like crap.”

Allison squeezes his hand gently. “He’ll come round. And if he doesn’t-“ she shrugged. “People change when they grow up.”

Stiles sighed.

The day seemed to drag from that point. Not just because Stiles wanted to get to Derek, but he wanted to week to be over, wanted some time away from school so he and Scott could hash things out in texts. Scott could be more reasonable when he had to type out words.

He still dragged his feet as he left the building, at least until he scanned the car park and saw Derek waiting for him. His pace picked up then as he dodged around other students, throwing his arms around his mate.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he whispered, breathing in the calming smell of his mate, nuzzling up against his throat and ignoring everyone else.

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surlier
2017-11-03 10:56 am UTC (link)

"Scott is very inexperienced," Derek said quietly, hearing the avoidance of older. "They share a strong familial bond. Since Stiles presented Scott's probably feeling the urge to protect, without quite knowing why. It's led to some frustration for Stiles, and probably some for Scott who doesn't know why Stiles won't let him. It'll work out," he said with confidence, but with the underlying tone that it would probably be messy until it did.

His phone vibrated with Stiles' text, and he glanced down, getting all the confirmation he needed about what was going on. I'll talk with him tomorrow. Tonight's for us.

And then quickly sent off another text, this one to Scott. Come over at 1 tomorrow so we can talk. Maybe snarl at one another. Everyone else was due over at 2, and this should give them plenty of time to talk and calm down after.

"He might be a little bit jealous too, but -- they're close. They've weathered a lot together, and they'll do that with this too."

Derek stayed for a bit longer, chit-chatting with John about things before he finally took his leave and sent another text to Stiles. Your dad wanted to know about pack placement and where you fit. Nothing bad.

Errands first. Groceries, and he almost picked up a few bottles of lube while he was at the grocery store. He even had them in his hand, but then put them back. There was someplace else in town he could get them from and after paying and loading up the Camaro, he headed to the nearest adult store.

He thought they might be a bit more discreet - he was right - but then he got distracted the butt plugs. Selecting several, as well as a few different types of lube, he paid. Everything was placed into a very dark, discreet bag, and he finally headed home.

That afternoon was spent with the realtor, looking at small houses. Townhomes, and older single family homes, a few of which caught Derek's eye, but they stopped after looking at half a dozen with a plan to regroup on Monday.

He could barely think about anything but the night in front of them and getting back to school to pick Stiles up.

It felt like he wasn't the only one when Stiles' arms closed around him and his around his mate, head dipping immediately to bury his face in the side of his neck, breathe in the scents that had soaked into his skin.

"Missed seeing you," he rumbled back and dropped a soft kiss to his pulse point. "I've got a surprise for you at home."

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_stiles
2017-11-03 08:40 pm UTC (link)

Stiles didn’t quite register the words for a few moments, too caught up in how relieved he was to be with Derek again.

“Hm?” He lifted his eyes and then his head, a smile spreading over his face. “A surprise for me?” Stiles wasn’t hugely materialistic, his family had always been quite poor, he didn’t need things. But it didn’t mean he didn’t like them. “What is it?” He bounced slightly and then pressed a kiss to Derek’s lips. Then another, sinking closer, pressing up against Derek. “Unless you’re talking about your dick, because that’s not a surprise, but I am looking forward to it-“

Warmth flooded through him, remembering what they were going to be doing tonight. He was going to be- Derek was going to be inside him properly. He was going to knot Stiles. Stretch him. He’d come inside him and-

He didn’t look around to see if Scott was going to say goodbye, he didn’t really care. He wanted to get back, he wanted to bask in the smell of the two of them, he wanted to take his clothes off and press against Derek.

“Take me home-“

Stiles dropped his school bag down inside Derek’s door, then carried his weekend bag through to the bedroom, toeing off his shoes and heading back towards his mate. He wrapped his arms around Derek and leant up to kiss him, parting his lips to deepen it, sliding his tongue against Derek’s

Stiles hummed softly, tingles running down his body. He loved how just being near Derek was enough to turn him on. They weren’t even naked. They weren’t even really making out, just kissing gently.

"When do I get my surprise?" he murmured against Derek's lips. "Or is it a post orgasm kind of surprise?"

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surlier
2017-11-03 09:17 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not talking about my dick," he said with a laugh, arms holding Stiles close as they scented one another again, and traded more kisses. Kisses he would never grow tired of. "I'm looking forward to it too."

He'd never thought of virginity as something special. A random thing about human bodies, but this would be them. It'd be Stiles' first knotting, and a first time for them that they'd been holding out for.

He nuzzled against him for a moment longer before letting Stiles go so he could drive them home.

Inside the loft, Derek grinned as he watched Stiles go from room to room like a little mini whirlwind before finally returning to him. Both arms slid around him, hands pressing into the flat of his back. It felt so damn good to have him back in his arms where Stiles belonged that he couldn't quite hold back the little moan his mate caused.

"Pre," he finally said when they broke apart. Derek's hands drifted down to his hips, and he slowly turned Stiles around, towards the bathroom and took a step forward, guiding his mate with his own body.

On the edge of the sink, three freshly cleaned, newly purchased plugs rested - one small, just in case Stiles opted for that, and two medium ones with slightly different swells. None of them were as large as Derek would be, but the narrowest points were all slimmer than the both of them.

"I want you to pick out which one you want to wear tonight during dinner," he murmured. He waited a few seconds, watching his mate's face in the mirror until he seemed to decide on one, and then added, "And pick out which one you want me to wear." He kissed the side of his neck playfully.

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_stiles
2017-11-03 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Stiles stared with comical awe at the three plugs, his eyes roaming over each of them. The smaller one was maybe only slightly smaller than he was, and the other two were big- but he supposed he had to get used to big.

"Oh-" he whimpered happily, picking up one of the larger ones that swelled into a rather thick bulb quite suddenly. He liked that one. He liked the thought of pushing it in, the bulb stretching him wide before it tapered again to the slimmer base.

"One for you?" Stiles rasped, tipping his head to accept the kiss to his neck. "You want to pretend I'm knotting you?" He managed a grin, but the thought was incredibly sexy. And he really wished he could. "You think you could fit the other thick one in? I think I'd probably swell that big, don't you think?" he purred, stroking his fingers rather lewdly over his own. "Are you going to help me put this in, or are you going to watch?"

He picked up the one he wanted for Derek, as well, leading them both back out of the bathroom towards the bed. The plugs were placed carefully on the side tables, before Stiles started to strip from his clothes, shirt first, then his pants and underwear, already showing signs of his arousal.

Derek had made sure they'd taken their pills this morning, he'd put all of Stiles' together, and it was another good thing that the two of them were both taking tablets. If Derek remembered then he reminded Stiles as well.

So Stiles was happy to climb naked onto the bed and spread his legs, showing off his slickening entrance to his mate whilst reaching for his plug.

"I hope you remembered we need to have dinner somewhere close by," he whispered, fingers trailing down below his balls, circling his hole. "Because I'm going to want to get you inside me as soon as possible," Stiles breathed, pushing two fingers into himself with a needy whimper.

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surlier
2017-11-04 05:45 am UTC (link)

"That, and it'll mean that I need to be prepped less when I ride you." He picked up the other large one, fingers running up and down the length of it. "Given how thick your cock is already, probably a bit bigger," he said honestly, tongue flitting out to wet his lips while he watched Stiles play with his own plug.

"Yes," as if that was somehow an answer to a two part question. He followed Stiles back tot he bedroom - as if he'd go anywhere else - and watched his mate strip down without the least bit of shame. Stiles was leaner than he was, and he could watch the play of muscles under his skin with every movement.

It took everything to resist touching, to only watch, and his willpower promptly curled up and died when Stiles settled onto his bed and spread his thighs, showing off his pretty cock and shining hole. "I remembered," he husked out, stripping nearly as fast as Stiles had before he crawled onto the bed.

"Maybe I'll ride you before we leave, and we can sit through dinner knowing that I've got your come plugged up inside of me." Cause he'd made a promise about that too, and now, with his mate here, he slid towards him, head dipping down to lap at his fingers and entrance. The taste made him moan, hands pressing lightly at his thighs to open him up wider.

"Gonna open you up first though, want it in you while I ride you, like I'm knotting you while I'm sitting on your dick," Derek murmured, tongue dragging up over Stiles' balls, then from base to tip of his length. "Saw them and all I could think about was both of us having one inside us during dinner, sitting through the whole meal with it inside. How ready it'd keep me for your cock - or keep your come inside me-"

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_stiles
2017-11-04 02:21 pm UTC (link)

"Oh-" Stiles remembered now. Derek was going to ride him. And then he was going to knot him. And now he could pretend he was knotting Derek, keeping his come in his body.

"Mm, before we leave?" Stiles asked, watching Derek as his mate crawled between his legs. "That's a brilliant idea. Then I'm going to be less likely to beg for your knot whilst we're trying to-" he started, before Derek's tongue cut him off as it licked at the fingers that were still moving in and out of him.

He obediently opened his legs wider, letting Derek have access to all of him.

"Oh fuck," Stiles moaned. "Yeah. Yeah, I want that, please. Please. I want you riding me-" he rambled. "Plug'll keep me nice and open and I'll- I'll be so ready when we get back. I'll be so wet, so ready for you to be inside me-"

He arched into the drag of Derek's tongue, his dick leaking against his belly.

"I hope you brought lube. I want to fuck you. A lot. I hope you brought a lot of lube," Stiles panted. "Your tongue is going to kill me, Der-" he added, scissoring his fingers inside himself, opening himself up as wide as he could. "Look how wet you've made me- sit back, I want you to watch me put this inside me."

Stiles' free hand reached for his plug, guiding the tapered end between his legs. "Watch. Imagine what it's going to feel like around your knot," he breathed, pumping the thinner end of the plug into him, stretching himself gradually until he reached the thicker bulb. Stiles spread his legs wider, arching off of the bed as he pressed it inside him, biting on his lip and holding back a moan as the bulb worked it's way in.

His cock twitched against his stomach, imagining Derek there in a few hours, on top of him, moving against him, pushing his knot into Stiles' willing, waiting body. He uttered a little cry when it finally slid all the way in, groaning at the realisation that the tip would be resting so teasingly close to his prostate.

"Oh God," Stiles purred. "I can't wait until this is you. Is it good? Do I look good for you?"

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surlier
2017-11-04 05:10 pm UTC (link)

Derek filled in the dropped off part of that sentence. Trying to eat dinner. Trying to drive home after dinner. Trying to make it into the bedroom after arriving home. Any and all of the above.

"I did. Stashed it everywhere in the house. Where and when you find it, you can fuck me," he teased, watching at those talented, playful fingers opened his mate up wider, and he couldn't help lapping across his skin again.

"I can taste how fucking wet you are. And you taste so fucking good, Stiles, sometimes I just want to bury my face between your cheeks and rim you until you can't produce anymore," he rambled as he watched the plug opening up his mate, more and more as the thickest part slid in. Stiles didn't have to say a word, already he was imagining what it would look like, how it'd feel for that to be his knot working him open, then getting too thick to pull out, locking them together.

His own cock twitched up hard against his belly. "Yeah, yeah. How's it feel?" He reached out, fingertips sliding around the base before he gave it a firm thump. With it inside, and this close, it muted the scent of his slick, but Derek knew that later, when he removed it, he'd have it back.

"Looks like you're enjoying it," he murmured before turning his attention back to Stiles' twitching cock. Another long lick and a firm suck at the head, tongue chasing the traces of his pre-come from his skin. As much as he wanted to get Stiles' fingers in him, opening him up for his cock, he wanted this too, his head bobbing downwards, mouth full of his length and the scent of his arousal.

Decisions, decisions.

Or maybe - he slid off with a loud pop and smirked up at his mate. "Wanna watch me open myself up for your cock, baby?"

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_stiles
2017-11-04 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, you're on, sweetheart," Stiles smirked at the challenge. He was very good at finding things, and if Derek was true to his word (and if he wasn't a werewolf) he'd be very sore by Sunday evening.

But then again Stiles knew they had other plans for this weekend, so maybe Derek would get away with it.

Those thoughts were once again cut off sharply by Derek's tongue sliding over him, over the stretched rim of his hole, breath warm against the sensitive skin. "Oh fuck, oh God-" Stiles breathed. "You're really, really fucking good with your tongue," he groaned. Derek eating him out would never be a problem.

"Feels amazing. I feel to tight, so full," he whimpered, before crying out when Derek tapped the base and it rubbed up against his prostate. "Oh my God, oh God," Stiles whimpered. "Oh God it's so good. I can't wait until it's you-"

His eyes had been squeezed shut, his free hand tangled in the sheets, but at Derek's words Stiles snapped right to attention. "Yeah," he panted. "Oh yeah. Yeah I do. Yeah, I really, really wanna watch. You're so nice to look at, Der. You have the nicest body; your belly and your thighs and your dick-" It was Stiles' turn to ramble, his gaze running up and down his mate. "Show me, show me everything, show me where you want me, your tight body-" Every part of Derek really was so sexy. Even staring between Derek's legs, he was beautiful.

"Stretch yourself out and then get here," he said lazily, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly up and down. "Make sure you do it properly, I'm gonna plug you up after. But only if you tell me you want my knot. Only if you say, really nicely, 'Stiles, please give me your knot,'" he smirked, sitting up properly so that he could watch Derek. "Show me."

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surlier
2017-11-04 11:26 pm UTC (link)

"Give you something to do next week." He didn't doubt that Stiles would find them all in the coming days, but he couldn't resist teasing his mate just a little bit.

All the sounds that Stiles made - Derek grinned as he listened to him whimper, and pressed slowly on the base of the plug again until he couldn't get it any deeper. "Can't wait until it's me either. Until it's my knot stretching you out, making you come -"

And then that impish streak of his mate's struck. It drove him mad sometimes, but now he could only grin as he listened to Stiles' request and lapped at the crown whenever it emerged from between his fingers.

"You know if you had a knot, I'd never get off you. You feel so fucking good now," he started as he reached for the lube on the bedside table and slicked up his fingers. "But with a knot, I could sit on your dick and make myself come until I ran dry, all because of how good your cock is." Smirking, he didn't move up so much as around, stopping only when his knees were braced against Stiles' biceps, and he still had a face full of his cock. Only now, Stiles had a front row seat to watch.

One hand flat on the bed to keep himself steady, he reached back, two fingers running around his rim before he began to ease them inside. "Can you see, baby? Got a good view? Gotta make sure you're hard enough to give me that fucking knot of yours." He moaned, thighs flexing as his fingers eased deeper.

"Fuck, want to talk about nice bodies? I want more of yours, all the time. Not a part of you that's going to remain untouched by me before the weekend's over."

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_stiles
2017-11-05 09:13 pm UTC (link)

"Derek-" Stiles yelped when his mate pushed the plug in deeper, the tip of it rubbing hard against his prostate, making his hips jerk and his cock leak. "I'm gonna come so hard when I'm on your dick, when I'm on your knot, oh God-"

He grinned, preening at the compliments. He was glad that Derek liked his body, he was glad he was quite well endowed, because he'd seen on the Internet (okay, he really needed to stop using that as a reference) that a lot of omegas had pretty small cocks. But Derek loved his. Derek liked being fucked by him- it was the opposite of everything Stiles had imagined. "Fuck, I'd really like that. Nngh. When you're rutting I'm going to see how much I can make you come on my dick. As long as we're not too busy trying to get a baby in me-"

Stiles held his breath as Derek moved around, letting out a breathy moan at his new view. Derek really was beautiful everywhere, between his legs, his entrance was just- was it weird to think the tight ring of muscle was really nice to look at?

"Oh, such a good view," Stiles purred, his own fingers twisted in the sheets because he couldn't risk touching. If he touched himself he'd just try and jerk off. If he touched Derek he'd just pull him back onto his face and eat Derek out until he was a sobbing mess. And there had to be a different time for that.

"I'm so fucking hard," he replied. "Jesus Christ, Derek. Just look down, you can see how hard I am."

Stiles hips twitched up again as he watched Derek's fingers moving in and out, stretching, leaving a shiny smear of lube. Twitched because they desperately wanted to buck up into that tightness. Because Derek was always so tight, and he always would be, no matter how often Stiles got to hold him down and fuck him. Derek's body would slip back to tight.

"Oh God," he moaned at his own thoughts, feeling a warm trickle of precome on his belly. "Derek, Derek, nngh, look at you. Look at how lovely you are. I can't wait to be buried inside you. I just want to press my face there, want to have you moaning for me; what to feel you tightening around my tongue."

Stiles didn't care that he was rambling, he didn't care that the words he was saying would probably make him blush if he tried to say them in any other place with any other partner. Derek needed to know how much he wanted him, he needed to know how desired he was. Just because Derek was an alpha, it didn't mean he couldn't get the same care and praise that Stiles got.

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surlier
2017-11-05 09:49 pm UTC (link)

"You are, and I'm going to make sure of it," Derek damn near purred. He wanted Stiles to enjoy it, ass much as he was going to. It wouldn't be worth a damn if they both didn't like it.

His muscles tightened up, entrance closing tight around his fingers as Stiles mentioned his rut. "We'll have to get one of those mattress covers, cause I'm going to come so fucking much on you, going to ruin the fucking bed--" hell, they might need one for Stiles' heat. Not that Derek wouldn't enjoy seeing it, or smelling it, but given how they were now when his heat was almost two weeks out -- Derek groaned.

"Yeah, we're gonna need one of those. Know how wet you get when you're fucking me, maybe I'll grab one of those remote control vibrators so you can have something filling your perfect ass while I'm busy with your dick."

He licked his lips, watching how hard Stiles was, that little twitch of his hips, the dribble of precome as it left his cock and painted his belly. Derek couldn't resist leaning down and lapping it up, following the trail upwards and sucking the head into his mouth.

Maybe it wasn't fair, because if he'd been in Stiles' place -- he groaned, picturing his mate above him, fingers working in and out of his body -- and whined as his fingers pushed deeper.

As for those rambles? Yes, fucking please. He loved hearing everything that his mate was thinking, feeling, wanting. "Next time, next time baby. Before you get me all slicked up and I taste like lube, you can fuck me with your tongue. Make me come that way and I would. Love your fucking tongue, your mouth, I'd come so hard, like I was the one in heat."

The more Stiles talked, the more Derek talked, the hotter he got, and he finally had to pull his fingers free before he came all over his mate from nothing but Stiles' voice and his own fingers. "Fuck, Stiles, can't --" and he was shuffling down his body, spinning around so he could straddle his hips. One hand went to the base of Stiles' cock, holding him steady and upright, the spit-slick head teasing at his slick hole.

He couldn't resist a little tease either, rubbing it back and forth, until his cock was twitching upwards and slapping him in the belly. "Fuck, thought about this all day--" and keened as he began to slide down, head falling back as he gripped Stiles' length. "Feels so fucking good baby, you feel so fucking big--"

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_stiles
2017-11-06 11:18 am UTC (link)

Stiles had absolutely no doubt in his mind that he was going to enjoy it. And he had convinced himself that Derek would enjoy the feeling of being inside him. Of course he would, why wouldn’t he? He was his mate. He’d think Stiles felt good.

“Mm, we probably should get one for my heat, you know how wet I get when you touch me now. It’s probably for the best, we don’t want to ruin the bed. But I’ll make sure I get my scent all over the place-“ he grinned. “And trust me, if you just want to be fucking and knotting me through your rut I’m not going to complain. And when my heat coincides with your rut-“ now Stiles couldn’t help but touch, running his hands up the back of Derek’s thighs, gently spreading his cheeks. “I don’t think there’s anything in the world that’ll stop us getting pregnant then. Unless I’m already pregnant”

He wasn’t expecting Derek’s mouth on him, and the sudden spike in pleasure was almost painfully good. The heat of Derek’s mouth and the view of him stretched around his fingers, Stiles was lucky he didn’t blow his load in Derek’s mouth right then.

“Jesus, Derek-“ he whimpered, because Derek wasn’t a man of many words a lot of the time, so hearing this filth coming from his mouth was sinfully good. “Yeah. Yeah, I want to make you come. I love that I can make you come. You’re so fucking hot when you come-“

He watched with glazed eyes as Derek turned around, whining helplessly as his sensitive head rubbed against the slick, tight ring between Derek’s legs.

“Der-“ Stiles keened at the teasing. “Fuck.” It seemed almost redundant that they’d waited for him to lose his virginity when he was fucking Derek like this. “This? You’ve thought about me being inside you? Cos I’ve been thinking about you pounding into me-“ he felt his own muscles clench around the plug inside him. Derek’s tight body gripped him as he sank down, throwing his head back and purring at the sensation.

“You’re so tight. So tight- fuck, you feel amazing, so hot. You’re always so tight-“

He wanted to arch up off of the bed and push into Derek, he wanted to be buried deep in him. But he also liked the slow teasing, the gradual gripping down his length. His hands moved to Derek’s thighs, stroking up to his hips, forcing his eyes to remain open so that he could stare at Derek, so that he could look down between them and see where their bodies were joining. He felt himself throb, groaning with pleasure-

“Oh my God, I should have jerked off when we got back,” he whimpered, worried he’d come too soon, especially when the plug gently pressed at his prostate when he shifted slightly.

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surlier
2017-11-06 11:53 am UTC (link)

"Want your scent everywhere," Derek growled. Wanted it to mix with his until everywhere in their home smelled of them and their obvious joy of one another. "Going to want everything with you in my rut, going to want to bury my cock deep in you and taste you, have your cock in my mouth and inside me, fucking me until I can't walk straight," he rambled.

And as for their heats and ruts coinciding -"You'll come out of it pregnant, even if both of us are still on birth control." And Derek didn't mind one fucking bit, his eyes glowing a dull, pleased red at the thought of his mate pregnant with their kid.

"Love coming with you, feels so much better-" And part of it was simply that he wasn't alone, that there was another person there while they worked at their mutual pleasure. Another, huge part of it was that he trusted Stiles, and that this was his mate. No one else was ever going to feel as good as Stiles did.

"Thought about that too," he groaned, cock jerking and painting both their bellies with clear little drops. "Thought about you coming around my knot-" and whined, one hand reaching down to grab his cock and balls, lifting them out of the way so Stiles could have a better view. Leaning back slowly, he moaned at the contact of Stiles' cock to his prostate and knew - knew he wouldn't last long either. Not if he stayed here where every little jostle together sent pleasure sparking up his spine and settling hot and molten in his belly.

"Feels that good baby?" He asked, smug as his thigh muscles went tense and he lifted up slowly, muscles gripping his cock tightly before he eased back down. "Yeah, yeah, it definitely feels that fucking good. Fuck, baby," and he did it again, eyes falling shut as he worked himself up and down his mate's length, his own cock throbbing in his grip.

"Stiles-" he moaned, feeling him throb inside. It was too good and he had to let go, rock forward until his hands were on Stiles' shoulders. "Need to, baby, god, thought I was going to have to have you when I picked you up from school, right there on the hood of the car-" he rambled as his hips bounced up and down, short little movements that kept his cock right up against his prostate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, feels so fucking good, always feels so good with you-"

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_stiles
2017-11-06 06:37 pm UTC (link)

Oh, Stiles loved that growl. He loved the way Derek reacted to him like that. He bit his lip and groaned happily as Derek listed off all of the things they could be doing and would be doing. The groan melted into a desperate little noise when Derek mentioned him being pregnant. Because he would be. He'd be pregnant after that.

He was too aroused, and Stiles could never had thought that was a thing he could say, but when Derek lifted his balls out of the wall so that Stiles could watch, could see Derek stretched around his cock, Stiles was pretty sure he was going to explode.

"Oh fuck, Derek," he panted. "Fuck. You look so beautiful. You're so beautiful stretched open for me." Stiles' hands continued moving up and down Derek's thighs, enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving under his hand. And he still loved the way Derek called him 'baby'. He loved this side of Derek, this filthy, wanton Derek that was all his.

"Oh my God, oh my God-" Stiles panted, still trying to keep his eyes open, trying to focus on Derek gazing down at him, at the soft red glow behind his eyes. "Like that, just like that-" their movement was still jarring the plug in him, teasing his own prostate as he nailed Derek's over and over. "Yeah, you're gonna get me off so quick. Such a good boy for me, aren't you? So good. You wanna be full of my come? Want me to fill you up and then knot you? Want me to keep my come inside you?" He panted, hands sliding around from Derek's thighs to grip his ass, grabbing his cheeks and squeezing the handfuls. "So tight, always so tight-"

Stiles arched his head back, trying to focus his breathing, trying not to come. But he really wasn't going to make it.

"You need to fuck me in your car-" he rasped. "I want you to push your drivers seat back so I can ride you, or suck you off. I want you to take me somewhere and fuck me on your hood-" Stiles' grip tightened on Derek's ass. "Derek, Derek, I'm so close, so close. You want me to knot you, huh? You gonna take me nice and deep and let me fill you?"

Stiles had desperately wanted to hold off until Derek replied, until he told him, knowing those words would tip him over, but just imagining it, the thought of it, that was too much. Derek's tight body was jerking him off, his prostate was being teased, and Stiles couldn't hold back the cry of pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him, hips bucking as he thrust up into his mate.

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surlier
2017-11-06 06:59 pm UTC (link)

He couldn't help but roll his hips a little more, thighs flexing beneath his mate's palms. That first time, he'd told Stiles to keep his hands on him, and having it now settled something inside him, made him feel grounded and safe as he worked himself on his cock.

"Fuck yes, want your come and then your knot. Going to sit in the restaurant later, talk to people while I'm still filled up with your come-" those wonderful, talented hands moved from his thighs to his ass and he almost lost it there, unable to keep from squeezing the length inside him. "Fuck, Stiles," he ground out, cheeks flexing in his grip and for a half second, he thought about being like this somewhere, settled on his cock, Stiles' hands spreading him wide so th pack could watch him taking his mate. He shuddered, a few thick drops painting Stiles' belly.

"Fuck yes. Want you naked in my car, ducking on my while your fingers work that tight ass open for my knot-" There was no way he was going to make it either, not with Stiles telling him so many filthy things that his body tightened up around his length with every sentence. "Fuck, baby, want your knot, want you to come, wanna feel it while I'm knitting you later. Let you lick it out of me until I come on your tongue-"

That jerk upward caught him off guard, and he knew, felt it a second later with Stiles throbbing inside him, and he couldn't hold on, not knowing Stiles had just come in him. "Oh fuck yes," he growled as he slammed his hips down, twisting them so the flare rubbed just right inside him and ducking lost it, head thrown back, throat working against the wrecked moan as he came between them.

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_stiles
2017-11-06 09:40 pm UTC (link)

Stiles moaned helplessly as he rode through his orgasm, still kneading at Derek's backside, gripping, twitching his hips up to press into his mate again and again.

"I'll lick you out when we get back," he panted. "When we get back. Get you all worked up so that you need to be inside me, knotting me-"

His breath was robbed from him as Derek came as well, the arch of his back and the sheen of sweat on his skin, the flush that crept up his bare throat. Derek was perfect, he was a wet dream come true, Stiles was never going to get tired of this.

Blindly he grasped for the plug he'd chosen for Derek and, for a fleeting moment, wondered if he could fit it in alongside his cock. Really stretch Derek. Just for a moment. But no, he wanted Derek to pull off, turn around, let Stiles see just for a moment the come leaking from him before he pressed the plug into his mate's still sensitive body.

Derek's come had coated Stiles' chest, which they'd both be happy about. He'd go to dinner smelling of Derek, even after the little shower he was planning on taking. Any alphas they saw there would know he was Derek's. And he liked that. He liked being Derek's.

"Slide off my cock and turn around," he commanded gently. "I want you to keep as much in as you can. And I'm going to put this in you." He ran the blunt, tapered end of the plug over Derek's thigh. "You want my knot, huh? Come on. Turn around."

Stiles was certain if he took his own plug out now he'd soak Derek's bed through. It was strange to not feel the wetness on his thighs as he had every other time. And he loved Derek complimenting him on his wetness. But when he'd had Derek inside him later- oh, he knew he was going to make a mess. "You get to feel what I'm going to feel later-"

The base of Derek's cock was only slightly swollen now, the stimulation from inside not enough to make it grow as big as it did other times. But that was good, he'd get Derek so ready to knot him, and it would feel amazing for his mate.

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surlier
2017-11-07 02:05 am UTC (link)

As soon as he could think, Stiles words caught up to him and he grinned down at his mate, his hips still slowly moving, nudging his cock up against his prostate.

"You think you need to eat me out to get all worked up for you?" His hands drifted down from his shoulders, palms and fingers sliding through the mess he left on Stiles' skin and starting to slowly rub it in. Stiles might not have a mark yet, but Derek could damn sure make it so he reeked of alpha.

"You don't," he slurred out as he did a slow screw downwards onto his mate. "As much as I love your tongue, and as much as I'd love to have you fuck me with it," he leaned down to kiss his mate, slow and filthy, because it seemed like a damn shame not to show some appreciation to Stiles' tongue while they were talking about it.

It didn't stop him from doing those lazy little circles with his hips, and as soon as their kiss broke, he was grinning again. "All I need to want you is to have you close. Put you in my bed and I'm going to want to knot you." His hands skimmed along his side, following the narrow taper of muscles, thumbs brushing through the trail of hair south of his navel.

His muscles clamped down tight at the brush of the plug, his thoughts mirroring Stiles'. "You sure you don't want to put in me like this? Cause," he moaned as he straightened up. "If it was your knot, I'd keep riding you, see if I could get it just right and come again, and again, and again, like I'm going to do to you tonight. Fuck you slow with my knot, see how many times I can make you come while I get you pregnant."

His eyes were still glowing red as he teased himself up and down Stiles' length, waiting to hear what his mate wanted, because he was sure he could keep going and in another few minutes, come all over him again. It was already good enough that his toes kept curling up, and his cock, still hard and slightly swollen at the base, kept bobbing up towards his belly.

And then, as if to tempt his mate, he ground down slowly, that beautiful, wonderful cock stroking right up against his prostate and forcing out another splash of come as he moaned. "Fuck... Think how much come you'd keep in me if you came a second time."

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_stiles
2017-11-07 08:47 am UTC (link)

Stiles hummed at the kiss, the tangle of their tongues, just how Derek tasted. Every part of Derek’s body tasted so good. And God, Derek was going to ruin him if he kept moving his hips like that. Stiles’ cock was still sensitive, in a good way, not too much but enough that pleasure was still buzzing through him.

His body arched up towards the touch, the graze of Derek’s fingers over his tingling skin, before a moan was pulled from him at Derek’s words.

“I do, I really do. I want to put it in you like this,” Stiles rasped. “I want to see if I can make you come again, yes-“ and he had no doubt that Derek would make him come over and over again when his knot was inside him. He was well aware of the low, wrecked noises that kept slipping from his lips with every movement Derek made. He gazed with wide eyes as Derek’s cock jerked and leaked again.

“I think you’re just desperate for my come,” Stiles murmured. “I think you just want to stay on my sick, don’t you? You love it so much.”

He ran the plug along the crease of Derek’s thigh and hip, then stroked it down his erection, to his balls, and then gently pressed it to where their bodies joined. He felt himself clench around his plug again, letting out a shuddering breath as his own plug touched his now swollen prostate.

Which wasn’t a bad idea.

His free hand slid around Derek’s waist to hold him, and without giving his mate any further warning, Stiles began to thrust up roughly, taking control of their movements. The rough motion kept his plug moving, too, brushing it up against the sensitive spot inside him. And he just loves the way Derek bounced on his cock, the way his mate’s erection bobbed with the rhythm of his thrusts. Stiles wanted to push the plug into Derek, he wanted to do it like this, but he’d need to focus and that wasn’t something he had.

So for the moment he left the plug on the bed beside him, instead using both his hands to grab and grope Derek’s ass, caressing it as he fucked up into him.

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surlier
2017-11-07 12:33 pm UTC (link)

Those low noises coming out of Stiles had him twitching with every fucking one of them they were so sweet. Would he make the same ones later tonight when Derek's knot was working him open instead? He moaned at the thought and again at the low words his mate uttered.

"Of course I love your dick. Feels great in me, it's attached to you," and when he couldn't smell Stiles' slick coating his thighs, it was the next best way to determine how much he was enjoying it.

"But in case it's not clear -" he clenched tight as he lifted up, head falling back again as a low, wrecked moan rumbled out of his throat and he stayed tight as he slid back down, forcing his body to work a little harder to accept that sweet cock he enjoyed so much.

He went still though when he was teased with the tip of the plug, wondering if Stiles would do it, if his body could even accept it along with his mate's cock, and he felt that little flutter of his rim as though wantonly grasping at his length.

"I'd let you." But then Stiles' hands were on him, taking control, fucking up roughly into him and hitting that spot so good that all he could do was growl his appreciation. "Fuck yes, Stiles, baby, right there-"

It felt so fucking good and didn't stop him from moving back, shoving himself down to willingly meet those thrusts that were going to turn his brain to fucking mush and make him come again. "Fuck, right there, love your hands on me, love feeling you in me, fucking me so good--" his own hands splayed wide across Stiles' chest for balance as pleasure sparked hot up his spine. "Baby, please, don't stop, don't--"

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_stiles
2017-11-07 08:14 pm UTC (link)

"I don't think it'll fit," Stiles said sadly, because as much as he wanted to see how wide he could stretch Derek, he really didn't want to hurt him. "Maybe my dick and my fingers later," he decided, as though that would make them both feel better; as though they weren't already having an amazing time.

Stiles really, honestly loved that Derek, his alpha, was so willing to give over to the pleasure of having Stiles' cock inside him, that he was so happy to ride him, to let Stiles grab and grope and pound up into his body.

"Not gonna stop," he promised. Derek was tight, it felt amazing around him, and there were pleasant little bursts of pleasure whenever the plug rubbed his prostate. But it was Derek's reactions that were really getting him off, the way he begged and pleaded and spoke to Stiles, the way he touched him, the way his leaking cock dribbled against his stomach. That was what was going to get Stiles off.

"There, yeah?" he asked, teasing, keeping the same angle, same pace. "Good boy, you're a good boy, you're taking it so well. You look so beautiful," Stiles cooed, drinking in the vision of the man on top of him, his eyes sliding down to look at Derek's cock, at the slight swelling at the base. Stiles loved it so much-

He released one of Derek's ass cheeks, sliding his hand around and gently circling the barely formed knot.

"I can't wait for this inside me, later," Stiles whispered. "I'm going to be thinking about it all through dinner. You get to watch me wriggling around on my plug, thinking about it being your dick, thinking about you being the first person inside me, the first person to claim me. First and only." He squeezed gently. "First person to knot me. Stretch me wide. You get so big, Derek. You're gonna have to really push it in, no matter how wet I am for you. And I am, I am. All the time," he rambled softly, still slamming his hips up to drive himself into Derek, squeezing the base of Derek's cock with every other thrust.

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surlier
2017-11-08 01:34 am UTC (link)

"Good, good, want you too much to want you to stop," he babbled. Stiles was probably right about it not fitting, but with enough prep, maybe some day later he'd get to feel it, like it was Stiles' real knot, popped inside him and making him so fucking hard.

"Stiles--" a whine in response as Stiles kept going right there, unerring and perfect, his thighs tensing as his mate continued talking, the words making warmth bloom across his skin. From anyone else, he would have snarled. From Stiles? He worked a little harder to get him deeper, his knot throbbing --

And then surrounded by Stiles' fingers. His entire body tensed at the sudden shock of pleasure that came from him gripping it, his skin going tight and hot as he keened out with the next brush of Stiles' cock up against his prostate. "Fuck, Stiles," he panted out, rough and desperate as his words seemed to settle in his brain. It felt so fucking good to have his mate inside him, to know they wanted the same things, fantasized about them--

He was going to - going to - "Stiles," and the thought of knotting him up, of being the only one to ever do so with his mate -- he swelled against the press of his fingers and palms, his moan torn and loud as he came again, hips grinding down on Stiles' to keep himself blissfully fucking full.

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_stiles
2017-11-08 08:36 am UTC (link)

Stiles groaned as he felt Derek’s knot suddenly swell rapidly in his hand, trying to keep the rhythm going, trying to keep it steady to make sure Derek felt as good as possible. “Oh my God-“ he gasped as Derek came, possibly even more than last time because his knot was bigger now, pulsing in Stiles’ hand. Derek’s come covered both of them, and Stiles bit his lip, thrusting up into the tightness of Derek’s body, tighter now than before as his mate rode through his pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” He panted as his second orgasm began to crest, gripping Derek’s thigh and squeezing his knot as he came with a cry of pleasure, thrusting up hard, letting out a little whimper as his own come began to leak out of Derek.

“You’re so full,” he breathed. “You feel that? You’re too full,” Stiles smirked. “Get you all knotted up soon, make sure it all stays in.”

He continued to squeeze Derek’s knot gently as he spoke, enjoying the continuing spurts of come that dribbled from his mates cock. He’d be filled with that later. And Derek would keep coming over and over again inside him.

“Was that good?” Stiles grinned. “You liked that? Liked me taking control?” His hips were still moving slowly, still enjoying the little shivers of pleasure running through him. He gently released Derek’s knot, instead running his fingers through Derek’s come on his belly, rubbing it into his skin.

“Think people will be able to smell me all over you, too? Think they’ll know you’re full of my come?” Stiles panted, reaching his fingers between them to where their bodies met, where he was leaking out of Derek, stroking at his mates stretched rim. “Want me to plug you up? Keep it all inside you?” He reached for Derek’s plug again. “Tell me you want me to knot you.”

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surlier
2017-11-08 11:59 am UTC (link)

He was still riding the height of his pleasure when he felt Stiles coming in him, cock pulsing inside his already tight body and he did his best to squeeze him again, milk all the come out of him that he could.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck yes," full enough that the movements became a little easier, almost as if he was the one producing slick instead of his mate, but he knew it was only Stiles' come.

He was saying more, but the fingers he loved were grasping his knot tighter and all Derek could do was moan as another spurt emptied out of him. Stiles was - Stiles was talking about his knot, about the plug -- and he shuddered, throbbing through more come leaking out of him.

It was almost too much, between the hand there and the still, slowly moving cock inside him that was hitting all the right spots, and his body started to curl inward, one hand coming to rest on Stiles' wrist when his sweet, beautiful, smart mate let go. He gasped and shuddered, thumb stroking over the skin, and swallowed hard as he concentrated.

Only to watch said mate rubbing his come into his skin. A low growl vibrated out of him, and he leaned down to kiss him fast and messy, but he'd been asked a question. A few of them. When the kiss finally broke, and when he managed to catch his breath, knotted cock still swollen between them, he said, "Yeah. Yeah, it was good. Made me knot up and come all over you."

He licked his lips as he rocked back again, another little shiver of pleasure running through him. "Maybe," he said quietly. "But I'll know, and you'll know--" his words broke off in a moan as his stretched, sensitive rim was stroked. "Fuck yes. Want your knot baby, please. Want your knot, Stiles."

His mate had wanted to hear something, but he didn't have enough brain cells active to remember the exact wording. Hopefully that was close to what Stiles wanted, and he tried again. "Please, Stiles, want your knot, wanna keep all your come in me." And there was - he started to slowly lift off, whimpering as that wonderful cock finally slid free of him, and turned around, unable to stop from shaking his ass a little at his mate. "Give me your knot, baby. Fill me up. Make sure everyone knows that I'm yours."