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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
2017-11-06 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.

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surlier
2017-11-10 07:34 pm UTC (link)

"We'll absolutely go. And if your dad wants to come we'll make sure to bring him too." If his parents had still been alive, they might have joined Stiles and he. If Stiles mom was also still alive, they might have one day sat down with both sets of parents to share dinner and be mercilessly teased.

But they were all gone, save for Stiles' dad and their future children. One day they'd all be here, and Derek couldn't stop from pressing his nose into the spot where he intended to mark Stiles.

"I'm pretty sure they can, but you like it and I want to do it. Only seems fair that I continue." If his mate had minded, Derek would have stopped. But this nickname was for Stiles, and he dropped a light kiss to his offered throat. "Driving me crazy showing off that spot."

He grinned when he heard the chair shuffling closer, as if Stiles didn't want them to be apart either. More when four or five became five or six and he had to shift in his chair, barely biting back a moan as his eyes flared red and he ducked his head to hide it. "You're trying to make me crazy," he said lowly, almost growling. He knew how to get his mate back though and smirked. "When we find out you're pregnant, I'm taking you to a Polish restaurant and stuffing you, Mieczyslaw."

He took a sip of the wine, lettting the flavors roll over his tongue before offering Stiles the glass. "Want to taste?" His voice was definitely not pitched low as though he was offering him his cock instead. Definitely not. And if it was said in such a way that anyone listening in could count it as a double entendre, he didn't mind that either. He was still smirking as he brought Stiles hand up and kissed his knuckles.

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_stiles
2017-11-10 08:35 pm UTC (link)

For the moment, Stiles couldn't decide if that was something his dad would want. If John would like to be taken back to the place he'd spent date nights with his wife and son before the former had been stolen from them- but maybe he would, maybe it was a place of good memories and being there with his son and his son's mate would be just what he needed. "I'll ask him," he said, because if anyone knew how his dad would feel, it was his dad.

Stiles chuckled when Derek nosed at his neck. He liked that. He'd like it even more when there was an obvious mark there. "Mm, but you know I like driving you crazy. That's my intention-" he said, mostly mouthing the words so that only Derek heard. "I'll make sure we can both make it through dinner, but I want you desperate by the time we get home."

The flare in Derek's eyes was all down to the talk of their pups, Stiles knew. He smirked, biting on his lip and trying to look as innocent as possible. The smirk slid right off of his face when Derek spoke, though, blinking rapidly as a blush crept up into his cheeks. He tried to rally himself as quickly as possible. "You just want to hear me speaking Polish, don't you?" Stiles asked, his cock pulsing softly between his legs at the way Derek had pronounced his name.

His eyes slid lazily down to the glass and then up to Derek's lips before they returned to meet his mate's gaze. "I'll just wait until you finish the glass and kiss me," he purred, looking at little bashful at the kisses to his knuckles. "It'll taste better on your tongue."

He had a few moments of smirking back at Derek before their table was approached by one of the alphas who had been sitting around them.

"You remind me of when I was your age," he rumbled happily, nodding at Derek. "My mate and I met in school. I just wanted to wish you both all the happiness." His eyes fell on Stiles. "You'll have beautiful children," he added. "Enjoy your date."

Stiles watched the man head to the front of the restaurant where an omega lady - obviously his mate - was smiling and waiting for him with their jackets.

"Thank you," Stiles called after them. It was the first time they'd been complimented on their relationship from someone who wasn't pack or family.

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surlier
2017-11-11 02:20 am UTC (link)

Derek wasn't sure if it would be something John would want either, but he wouldn't know until the invitation was issued. He'd briefly wondered before coming here if being back in this restaurant would hurt, if it'd remind him too much of his family, but -- Talia would want him to come. His dad would want him to be here. This place was a part of their family history and he wanted to share it with Stiles -- with his mate. Maybe John would want the little place he and Claudia frequented to be a part of them too.

"I'd love to hear it," he grinned, knowing better than to believe Stiles innocent for a second. He hadn't believed it when they met years ago, and now he definitely knew better. His grin widened at the slight pulse in Stiles' scent, a sharp note of spicy that he knew meant his mate was aroused.

"Alright." His sense of taste wasn't as developed as his sense of smell was, but it was still far more acute than a baseline human's. The wine was delicious, and the only thing in the world that could make it better was to have it mixed with Stiles' taste.

The interruption forced Derek's gaze away from his mate, but he still held onto Stiles' hand as he got a little piece of the alpha's story. It was a huge difference from yesterday and walking through the police station, but that's what Derek wanted. Someplace safe, someplace they could both enjoy, where Stiles wasn't treated differently for his presentation. "Thank you," he said warmly, offering up a genuine smile to the older man. "May you have many more, long, happy years together."

He laughed a little at Stiles calling out to them. They were a handsome couple, and would likely have decades more together, but there was something in the fondness of their eyes that spoke of a long life already spent together, and something warm curled up in his middle and settled there, happy.

One day that would be them. One day they might be watching kids, maybe their own kids on their first date with their mates. It was common for mates to be young if they were close prior to presentation; if they didn't know each other previously, it took longer.

His gaze finally returned to Stiles and he volleyed back, quietly, "What makes you think I won't be desperate by the time we get home without you having to do anything more than breathe and talk?" It had nothing to do with Stiles' scent, though that certainly didn't hurt, and everything to do with Stiles as a whole. "You don't have to do anything special -- though I won't object if you want to."

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_stiles
2017-11-11 10:46 am UTC (link)

"Call me by my name later and I might give you a preview," Stiles whispered, seeing Derek's grin grow a moment after his body had reacted, knowing full well that his mate had smelt his arousal.

Stiles' eyes lingered on the couple as they got themselves together and left the restaurant, the alpha taking his omega's hand and kissing her knuckles the way Derek had his. It was lovely. He was glad he had someone he'd get to grow old with. He was glad it was Derek. No- he was lucky. He was so lucky.

Stiles had wanted them to go out on a date because he'd wanted to have something nice and normal and kind of stupidly romantic before he properly lost his virginity. But the night had turned into something a lot more than just that.

His soft smile turned into something more, something brighter when Derek praised him. He still wasn't used to the thought that he was enough just as he was. That he didn't have to do anything for Derek to think he was sexy. That he didn't have to dress any different, or act any different. Stiles was good as he was. And it was a little difficult to get his head around, but Derek's smile was very convincing.

"I'm still not used to it," he shrugged. "That I'm enough for you. You've always kinda been on this pedestal to us, being an alpha and a werewolf, helping us through everything. I kinda felt like you were untouchable. Or that you'd- I dunno. I couldn't work out why you weren't mated. I guess I thought it was something to do with your past. But I always kinda wanted you to have someone who would help you build a pack again. I told you this already, I know, I just wanted you to know I was sincere-"

Stiles leant in and kissed Derek softly, warmth flooding through him, settling between his legs. The plug was teasing him, and a tiny moan slipped from his lips when he thought about it being Derek's knot later-

"I'm sorry to interrupt," their waiter said quietly, holding their dinners in his hands, placing them carefully down on the table. "Just call me if you need anything, I won't interrupt again."

Stiles flushed and smiled, thanking the waiter, gripping Derek's hand. He'd never been on a date, he was worried he was going too over the top with the touching and affection. He didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

"They don't mind, do they? Should I calm down a bit?" he asked, wondering if he could eat his food with one hand or if tangling their legs together under the table would have to suffice.

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surlier
2017-11-11 05:32 pm UTC (link)

Calmness overlaid the scent on Stiles, and something else. Contentment, not as a lesser form of happiness, but a deeper one, and he closed his eyes as he breathed in deep.

"Of course you are. We--" they hadn't been friends in the beginning, but then they had been. His eyes opened up slowly, gazing at Stiles until the whole rest of the world fell away. "Mates aren't always guaranteed. I didn't think I had one, and then, a few days before you presented, I knew. We'd always spent more time together and -- it made sense. For it to be you. For it to be us. You were good enough then, and you're good enough now."

He returned the gentle kiss, their fingers still laced together. That moan though -- that had him inhaling sharply because he knew what caused it-

And nearly jumped when the waiter was there. "No, no, it's fine. Thank you," he said with the tiny edge of a smile, looking up at the man before back at Stiles.

"No, not unless we start making out at the table. It's - touching, kissing, it's to be expected among the newly mated." No one smelled bothered at least, and there was a faint trace of affection and warm memories in the air. "You're doing fine," he said and squeezed Stiles' hand. "Dig in."

He picked up his fork, using the edge to cut into his stuffed shell before pausing. "I don't want to be on a pedestal unless you're on it with me," Derek said quietly. "And I - I know we talked a little about it yesterday, and I -- I don't think it came out right. So, getting married? It's important to you. And I want that too. I want you to be my husband." He paused, a little bit of pasta clinging to the fork halfway to his mouth as he waited to hear what Stiles had to say.

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_stiles
2017-11-11 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Stiles supposed it was because he was still young, but the thought of everyone having a mate was just accepted to him. Perhaps it also had something to do with him being an omega, even before he presented. Because omegas never went unmated.

"I always liked you. I mean, I always fancied you-" Stiles said. He'd said it before, and now he didn't have to be shy about it. "The longer we spent together I realised it was more than just thinking you were hot and smart. You were gentle and kind and listened to me-" He tipped his head, looking at Derek. "Did you know how I was going to present? Is it obvious how someone is going to just before they do? I mean, I guess I could have been a beta for all you knew." He touched his neck, unthinking. "I don't think I'd have ever worked out it was you if I hadn't come to ask you for help. And I was still terrified, even then. It was a lot to take in-"

And it was only a couple of days ago. It felt like a lifetime. But then again, their bond would have stretched back further than they were conscious of.

Newly mated. Stiles beamed. They would be very much that, soon. His heat was days away, they'd be mated properly.

Stiles picked up his own fork. Mac and cheese would be easy to eat one handed. He stabbed a few bits and started to bring it to his mouth when Derek spoke again, mirroring his mate's stance, but with wider eyes and a little flush on his cheeks.

"Are you proposing to me?" he chuckled, though his heart was slamming against his ribs. "I mean, yeah, of course I want to be your husband. I know it's a human thing, and I know we're going to be mates and we're going to build a pack, but I guess my brain tells me this means something, too. Getting married. And it's something dad will like." He took a steadying breath. "I'd say yes whenever you asked me anything. To be your mate. To be your husband. To have your child. The answer will always be yes."

Stiles lowered his fork again, nervous, watching Derek. "But it's whatever you want, too. I'm not going anywhere. Ever. We can make decisions as a couple and it doesn't always have to be what I want." Because Derek, silly, lovable, selfless Derek, would move the earth if Stiles asked him to. "We're a team. And I love you. And I never want you to regret that this is what you're... I'm your... mate. For life."

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

"No, well-- the night before. The night before, I could tell, but before that--" he shook his head. "I didn't know. And you could have been a beta. Could have been an alpha." IF he had been, they would spend hours on one another's knots, maybe found a surrogate to have children, but Stiles wasn't. He'd presented as an omega, and he'd be the one having their kids. "I think you would have, eventually. But -- you've got instincts too. They led you to where you felt safest." To him, even though Stiles hadn't known what they were to one another yet.

It was only a few days ago, yet their friendship stretched in the months before that. And maybe he should have known weeks ago, maybe if his family was still alive, they would have known, and smiled, and smirked every damn time Stiles came over because they knew.

But it hadn't happened that way, and Derek didn't regret the way it did.

He noticed that little flush, the alteration to Stiles' scent and grinned. "No, no, I'm not down on one knee and I think, I think I'd like to be." He blinked and finally ate his bite of food. "Maybe more declaring my intentions to ask you. It's important to you-- I can tell it is. And I don't-- don't want to be one of those alphas that doesn't give you what you want. Especially when I can. When I'd be happy to. When it's something I want too." He brought Stiles hand up to kiss again, only his lips paused on the knuckle of his ring finger for a moment.

It reminded him of something else Stiles had said a few days ago, and he squeezed the fingers in his grasp before lowering them back down to the table. "We are a team. The only reason I'd ever let you go is because you asked me to." Because Stiles wasn't Kate, he'd never hurt their family. He'd never betray Derek the way she had. "I trust you. You're my mate and you always will be." He inhaled sharp and leaned forward, craving more contact and pressing the tip of his nose gently into his throat.

"I'm glad it's you. I don't regret this -- I don't regret that it's you. I never will." His eyes drifted closed as he inhaled, his mate's scent flooding his senses. "I'm gonna marry you, Mieczyslaw Stilinski."

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_stiles
2017-11-12 09:32 am UTC (link)

"I guessed it would kind of be obvious to other people- I don't know. It was a weird time," Stiles admitted. The whole thing had been very alarming and kind of upsetting to him. But he'd never have to go through any kind of heat worrying again. Derek would be there to look after him. "I probably would have, you're right. I mean, I can't imagine you'd have been too pleased about anyone else being near me in my heat," he added coyly, giving Derek a soft little smile. "That might have given it away a bit."

Down on one knee- Stiles' cheeks flushed even more and he turned his attention back to his food as though that would hide the cheek aching smile on his face and the pink on his skin. He tried to concentrate on eating (oh, it was the best mac and cheese he'd ever had! Armand was a legend) but Derek was speaking to him, and nothing in the world could distract him from that.

"I need to try and forget what I read on the Internet after I presented," Stiles admitted. "I need to forget what those alphas were saying. I know you're not. I've always known you weren't," he said, still smiling as Derek lifted his hand once more and kissed his knuckles. He felt the lingering on his ring fingers, warmth washing through him. Warmth and comfort and contentment.

He trusted Derek. How could he not? There was nothing about the way Derek acted or spoke that said he shouldn't be trusted. Not that he was doped up on omega pheromones and didn't know what he was saying. No. Stiles trusted him. He believed him. And he tipped his head slightly, offering his throat to his mate's gentle nose.

"Kocham cię," Stiles whispered. He knew some nice, polite phrases in Polish, like 'I love you'. But his older cousins had been very helpful in supplying some of the things Stiles would be bringing up later. Things he'd absolutely never have let his parents know he knew-

He reached for his water, and then took a few more mouthfuls of his dinner. "This is so good," he mumbled around a mouthful, beaming up at Derek. "Are your special shells still good? Cos this is the best mac and cheese I've ever had and I don't think we'll make it to dessert tonight but I bet the desserts here are awesome, too-"

Stiles put his hand on Derek's thigh beneath the table, moving his hand up slowly to rest very, very close to the top as he innocently continued with his dinner. "Unless you think you can last through dessert as well?" He was sure Derek could smell the slick that was "We've got all night, I'm sure you can last-"

He could feel the heat pouring off of Derek near where his hand rested, and raised his eyebrows curiously. "Are you not wearing underwear?"