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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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_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."

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_stiles
2017-11-08 07:57 pm UTC (link)

Stiles hadn't expected Derek to be able to keep all of his come inside him, no matter how well he was clenching and tensing.

"Good boy," he praised again, because Derek was trying, even if he was leaking slightly; little dribbles of come slid down the back of Derek's thighs. Derek's entrance was tight, and God, Stiles really wanted to push his tongue in, wanted to eat him out-

But it would be better if he knew Derek was full of him as they went about their evening. He had no idea where they were going, or what they were going to eat, or how long they'd be able to stay out before they needed to get back, knowing what was coming. Literally.

Stiles ran the plug slowly up Derek's thigh, even though his mate was shaking, even though he was making him tense his muscles all this time.

"You're so good," he praised softly, tracing the tapered end around the tight ring of muscle before gently pushing forward, pushing in. Derek didn't really resist, his body opened up for Stiles, pulling a moan from his lips as he watched it sink in until the thickest part had slid inside and Derek closed around the thinnest point, the base almost flush with his skin.

More of Stiles' come had leaked out, dislodged by the plug, and of course Stiles had to lean forward, running his tongue between Derek's cheeks, cleaning him up. He licked around the base of the plug, then let his tongue trail down the inside of Derek's thigh before he moved up again, heading for Derek's balls, lapping at them gently.

"Mm, you're perfect, you're all ready for our date," he chuckled, pressing kisses all over every part of Derek he could reach, overwhelmed with how much he loved this man, how happy he was. "Is that comfortable? My one feels incredible-" His only issue with it was that he wasn't soaking the bed the way he had every other time.

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surlier
2017-11-09 01:52 am UTC (link)

There was very little that Derek would openly resist when it came to Stiles? This? This never even had that possibility as he moaned, spine arching as Stiles worked the plug into his slick hole. His thighs trembled as it began to thicken, and he couldn't stop from humping his hips forward, a little more come dribbling out of him.

Without Stiles' hand around it, his knot was sure to go down soon, or so he thought until he felt his tongue moving over his skin, and Derek knew what Stiles was doing - what he was cleaning up, and moaned raggedly.

He'd mentioned wanting to do this last night, but never gotten around to it. Tonight, apparently, it proved to be too much, and Derek was infinitely grateful for it as he moaned brokenly, and rocked back to meet his tongue. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Stiles, feels so good, love your tongue-"

Derek wanted more of it too, but knew if he asked, if he tried for more, they'd never make it out of bed in time to go to dinner and he wanted to do that for Stiles, and give him everything he wanted on this night.

"Yeah," he practically moaned out, muscles flexing a little as he tensed and relaxed around it in time with Stiles' kisses. He should move, get up, but he barely managed to roll off his mate and instead ended up pillowing his head on Stiles thigh, one arm flung over his middle.

"Mmm, Stiles," he said with a little nuzzle, still feeling half dopey from his knot. That wasn't usual, but he had a feeling it had something to do with how much he trusted Stiles. "Feel like I go half stupid every time I pop a knot around you. Give me a couple and we'll go get in the shower, okay?" They needed to at least try to wash up before left the house reeking of sex.

As much as he liked it, he didn't think everyone else would.

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_stiles
2017-11-09 08:39 am UTC (link)

The reaction he got from Derek was far better than anything he could have imagined. And Stiles had imagined. He loved the noises, but he also loved more the way that Derek rocked back onto him. He would have loved to do it properly, he would love to bring Derek to orgasm this way, maybe jerk him off too, maybe slide his fingers into Derek beside his tongue-

But there wasn’t time right now.

He smiled at his mate flopped over his legs, running his fingers through Derek’s hair.

“I really like- I like-“ he started, trying to work out how to word how he felt. How he loved that his alpha would be happy to give himself to Stiles the way he was. He loved that Derek was happy to drape himself over Stiles and let himself be petted and praised. He was sure that other alphas would be scornful of Derek’s supplication to him. But they weren’t like that. They didn’t buy into those stereotypes.

“Yeah, I knew you were like all those other knot heads,” Stiles teased, despite what he’d just been thinking. “Just ruled by your dick every time you see a fertile omega-“

It was for the best that they showered on their own. It took a while for Stiles to get used to the feeling of the plug inside him when he was standing up, the way it kind of rugged at his rim as he moved, and brushed against his prostate- he had to shower quickly before he got too distracted.

He’d packed something nice to wear for their first actual date, even if he wasn’t going to be in it too long. A Black tshirt, plum shirt, and tight black jeans. Tight. He was sure that Derek would appreciate it and yeah, he really wanted to tease his mate through dinner. He wanted to get Derek worked up. He wanted his mate to be desperate to get him home, to strip him and bend him over, pull out the plug- fuck, Stiles was going to be so wet. Derek would love it. And Stiles was preening at the thought.

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surlier
2017-11-09 12:02 pm UTC (link)

"Mmm, me too," Derek teased lazily, head craning back so his whiskers could brush over Stiles' thigh. He almost managed to get his mouth up to his knee, but he couldn't quite make it, and his body felt too warm and fuzzed to bother trying.

"It's you, I promise it's you," he said lightly. Not teasing, because it was true. This reaction was all because of Stiles, and all Derek could do was ride this post-knot happy laziness. "Makin' me happy and relaxed. They should really put a warning on fertile omega's for inducing that type of behavior," and now he was teasing. "But I suppose it's my cross to bear--" he said dramatically, hand curling around the dip in his waist and dragging him bodily closer until they managed to separate for a shower.

It took him a minute too, getting used to the plug inside him, but post knot his prostate was a little less swollen, and he could deal with this.

Sure he could.

He might end up humping Stiles on the dinner table, but he could deal.

Once he smelled a little less like he'd spent the afternoon covered in come, he came out of the steaming bathroom to get dressed. There was a brief mental debate over white shirt or black, but black ultimately got chosen. They were going to that little Italian place in town and white -- no. Black it was, the top two buttons left undone as he tucked them into his blue jeans.

And maybe he should know better than to go commando with Stiles here, but it'd also mean less to take off when they got home. That won out, at least until he saw his mate. "You look -- gorgeous, Stiles," he said quietly, reaching out to tangle his fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pull him close for a quick kiss.

"Let's go." If they stayed, with Stiles looking like that -- yeah, they'd never make it to dinner.

"My mom and dad always used to eat here on their anniversaries," he confessed quietly on the ride there. "They used to bring us with them when we were little, and once we were old enough, they made us stay home," he said with a little laugh. Accurately, they wanted to be sappy and romantic and none of the kids wanted to watch. It always worked out fine.

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_stiles
2017-11-09 05:34 pm UTC (link)

It wasn’t as though Stiles hadn’t believed the praise Derek had given him before, but the sweet sincerity in his voice when he said he was gorgeous made Stiles blush and smile, letting himself be pulled forward into the kiss. “Thought I’d make an effort to impress my mate on our first date,” he said softly, running his hands down Derek’s strong chest, enjoying the slight strain his muscles were putting the fabric under.

His hand crept over to Derek’s thigh as they drove, tapping his fingers gently. “My parents used to send me to Scott’s when they wanted to go on a date and have a night in to themselves,” Stiles smiled. “I always thought it was because they wanted me to have a great time, but i know now it was all purely selfish.” He turned his head towards Derek. “We’ll have lots of people to send the pups to when we want some private time.” During Stiles’ heats especially. They had no shortage of babysitters.

“I looove Italian food,” Stiles purred as they stepped into the restaurant, his stomach giving a confirming grumble as he smelt all of the food- but he wouldn’t eat too much. No, he’d show some restraint so that they could enjoy their night together.

Whilst he’d eaten with Derek a lot, they’d never been out to eat together. And Stiles didn’t know if it was because the people here remembered Derek and his family from a long time ago, or because Derek had a lot of money, but he’d never had the kind of reception he received by the waiter that greeted them. Nor had he ever been led to one of the best tables in the restaurant.

Several people looked at them as they walked through, some alphas, possibly because they could smell the scent of them. He preferred to think that than think it was because he was an omega.

“Wow,” he breathed as they were left with their menus. “Do I look okay?” Was he under dressed? He was sure he was fine. But he should have known the prices were going to scare him. “Wow,” he added, unconsciously skimming for the cheapest thing on the menu that wasn’t a plain salad. “Fancy place. Thank you for bringing me here-“

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surlier
2017-11-09 06:30 pm UTC (link)

"You know you don't need to impress me, right? But I definitely don't mind reaping the benefits," he was quick to say, gaze moving over his mate's form, lingering slightly on those tight jeans.

"It was absolutely selfish." And one day they would do the same, not because they wouldn't love their future children, but they loved each other too, and sometimes they were going to need to be alone. Especially through Stiles' heats, when Derek wouldn't be able to think beyond getting his hands on his mate.

His hand remained in Stiles from the car to inside the restaurant, past the knowing and speculative stares from older Alphas and omegas alike. Even a few betas. He caught the slight apprehension wafting off his mate and gave his hand a little squeeze.

"The owner, Armand, remembered my parents," he said quietly. When he had called for reservations the older man had exclaimed happily, especially once Derek mentioned his mate. A few twinkling candles sat on their table and Derek took the seat to his left, instead of across. He wanted to be close to Stiles and leaned in, only to have the plug jostle slightly in him and leave him biting back a hiss as he leaned back slowly.

He was going to be crazy by the end of this. Yet, at the end there was Stiles, and he couldn't deny that he loved knowing that. "You look great." They were the youngest couple in here by a few years, and a few knowing smirks on the lips of knowing Alphas. "You're welcome. I wanted this to be special for you. So, enjoy it," he said quietly, hand slipping under the table to squeeze his knee. "And stop worrying. You're doing fine. You look great. And I love you."

His own menu sat by his elbow, ignored. Partially because he knew what he wanted, but mostly because he didn't move his gaze from his mate.

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_stiles
2017-11-10 08:40 am UTC (link)

Stiles nodded. He’d thought it was probably more likely that it was because of Derek’s family more than due to his affluence. His lips curled into a little smile when Derek hissed, knowing exactly what had happened. His own plug was moving too, and Stiles knew it was because he was so wet.

“I love you, too,” Stiles said quietly, shifting himself closer to Derek. He wasn’t as anxious now that he’d been able to look around at the other diners. A lot were older, many with their mates, most with claiming bites on display. Yeah, this was a good date. The most perfect first date.

“I kinda want to have the mac and cheese with Parma ham,” Stiles said softly. It was perhaps the least classy thing on the menu, but it was something Stiles knew he liked. He wasn’t one for fancy eating. It was a good thing Lydia didn’t turn out to be his mate, she’d have hated Stiles’ lack of finesse. But he didn’t even have to worry about Derek. Derek would get him anything he wanted, even if it was something ridiculous like just a bowl of meatballs.

He glanced up at Derek again, closing the menu and settling his gaze on his mate.

“Would you like to look at the wine menu, sir?” One of the waiters appeared, holding out a small card to Derek. Stiles obviously wasn’t going to be drinking, but he asked for some water. He couldn’t tell what the waiter was thinking as he looked at them, but part of him was sure it was about why Derek, delicious beautiful alpha Derek, was on a date here with dumb teenage omega Stiles. The waiter was a beta. Stiles inched closer to Derek.

“What are you having?” He asked Derek, leaning in as the waiter wandered off to get their drinks. “Everyone here is on a date, aren’t they? I hope we’re still coming here when we’re older, looking at new couples-“ he glanced around and caught the eye of an elderly alpha who gave him a gentle smile before resuming the book he was reading. Stiles relaxed even more, leaning in to bump his nose against Derek’s jaw.

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surlier
2017-11-10 11:58 am UTC (link)

"Then have that," Derek said easily, not a single thought given to whether or not it was classy. Stiles wanted it and that was all that mattered to him. "Get whatever you want, baby." If he wanted nothing more than a bowl of meatballs drenched in tomato sauce, Derek would have told him to order it and enjoyed the scent of contentment on him.

He heard the waiter approaching, but didn't look away until he was there with his offer of the wine menu. His mom had raised him with better manners than to ignore waitstaff.

"Thank you, yes." The wine wouldn't affect him, but he could give Stiles small sips throughout their meal if he wanted them. And Armand had a rosé that tasted delicious to him - and it was still on the menu. "A glass of the house rosé. please. Thank you."

Bringing both hands up to the table, he reached out slowly for Stiles' hand. He'd meant it when he said he didn't want Stiles to be a secret, and he wasn't going to pretend he was here.

"Armand makes these meat stuffed shells for me," and had since he was a child, "that are delicious. They're not usually served with any meat, but I whined once to my mom and she talked him into them and now it's - now it's a thing," he said with a little smile, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"They are," he confirmed, as he dropped a quick kiss to Stiles' cheek. "Expect that someone is going to pinch our cheeks at some point. And someone will get nosy and ask when you'll have your mark. We'll get called cute." All of this he expected, and yet it still sent a wild flurry of warm pleasure through him that it'd be happening to them.

"I hope so too. And we'll come here with our kids--" he started to say, only to be cut off as the waiter returned with their drinks and took their orders with a smile and compliments to both their choices.

Once he was out of earshot, Derek dropped his voice, "Doing okay, baby?"

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_stiles
2017-11-10 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Of course alcohol wasn’t going to do anything to Derek, but Stiles still thought there was something quite quaint about Derek wanting to have a rosé. He beamed at the way Derek was still calling him baby, even outside of the bedroom. It made him feel loved. Not that he doubted it ever. But people could hear them here.

He unfolded his fingers and reached for Derek’s hand. Yeah, Derek was proud of him. That was really nice.

“Stuffed shells?” He asked, but then Derek went on with the explanation and it was endearing. It was lovely. He really liked hearing about baby Derek. He’d repay his mate later with stories of his awkward childhood. Or even better, he’d ask his dad. “It’s nice. I like that he remembers you. Dad and I never really got to eat out much, but I remember he and mom having a favourite waiter at a Mexican restaurant they went to. I’ll ask him what it was called and we can go-“

Stiles could imagine Derek was one of those people every waitstaff loved, because he’d be able to pronounce all of the dishes and probably knew about the culture- Derek was so stupidly smart.

He chuckled at Derek’s words, because all of that was absolutely possible, especially since the way he was leaning showed off his unmarked neck.

“I like that you keep calling me baby,” he whispered. “I’m pretty sure people can hear you.” Stiles had stopped looking around at the other diners, feeling safe and content here. No one was judging them. He sipped his water, maybe shuffling his chair closer.

“You think Armand will mind if we come in here with our five pups, all of them wanting different things, all of them wanting attention. And ice cream. I bet this place does great ice cream-“ Stiles leant in and kisses Derek softly. “Five or six. However many-“ he grinned, kind of hoping the talk of all their pups would make Derek squirm a little. He couldn’t say all the things he wanted to about the plug inside him, thinking about Derek’s knot- there would be other wolves here, they’d be able to hear- maybe they’d be able to smell him getting aroused.

Stiles flushed, stroking his fingers over the back of Derek’s hand.