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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Busy weekend?” John asked.

“Stuff with the pack,” Stiles replied easily.

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

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

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

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

“Dad-“

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

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surlier
2017-11-14 11:55 am UTC (link)

"Apparently," Derek remarked with some fondness. Stiles wanted to eat what his mom had, what she'd craved when she was pregnant, what her pups had wanted--

He barely managed to be decent on the walk out to the car, and it seemed like once they were behind closed doors, Stiles didn't want him to be anymore, and he moaned, head rolling back against the head rest as his mate teased him. "I'm so ready for you-"

But he smiled, pleased, when Stiles said he wasn't nervous anymore. "Good. I don't want you to be. I want you to enjoy this so much, baby," because it was something they'd be doing a lot more of in the future if he did.

While Stiles managed the boxes, Derek managed to get them inside and as soon as they were safely on the counter, he had his arms full of his mate, cock pressing up insistently against the front of his jeans. "Yeah, you do," he agreed right before their lips met. He didn't tear his clothes off, only because he wanted to see Stiles in these clothes again, but it was a very near thing. As soon as he had enough buttons to pull them off, he was, leaving them littered across the floor, interspersed with his own.

By the time they crossed the threshold to his bedroom, they were both naked, and Derek had his hands full of Stiles' bottom, his index fingers both toying with the plug. "Harder to smell you around this, but I'm going to take it out soon. Gonna have my face pressed right here so I can smell you, taste you as soon as it comes out, cause I know you're wet around it," he growled as he edged them closer to the bed.

"Want you, want you so fucking much, thought about this all week."

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_stiles
2017-11-14 06:01 pm UTC (link)

“So ready for me-“ Stiles echoes, because it was one of the loveliest things he’d ever heard. “I’m going to enjoy it. I’m with you, of course I’ll enjoy it. I’ve never done anything with you I haven’t enjoyed. Well, since the beginning of this week,” he added, because they’d been in some scrapes in their time.

Stiles was glad of the cool air on his hot skin as they both stripped, moaning shamelessly loud as Derek’s fingers toyed with the plug between his legs.

“God, don’t worry, I’m so wet behind this,” Stiles breathed. He was surprised more wasn’t leaking out, but Derek was going to get a very nice surprise when he pulled the plug out. He bit his lip at his mate’s promise, not only because he loved Derek’s mouth between his legs, but also because the noises Derek made when he was down there were so incredibly erotic. Stiles liked that Derek liked it that much.

“God, me too- I kept thinking I shouldn’t have waited-“ he shouldn’t have been so sentimental, they could have been knotting all week, since he’d first come to see Derek. But this was for the best. They would both enjoy it and know nothing was rushed, and there’s be no unexpected little Hales sooner than planned. “I’m glad it’s time now. I’m glad it’s going to be you-“ Stiles leant up, brushing their lips together. “Taking my virginity, giving me my first knot-“ he smirked, as though Derek would need more encouragement.

Stiles moved away, his fingers lingering on Derek’s body as he climbed onto the bed, laying back and spreading his legs to show off the base of the plug. His fingers toyed with it, pressing it, letting out a moan and feeling more slick leak from around it.

“You need to get this out of me now,” he purred, his eyes lingering on Derek’s erection. “And you need to be inside me- fingers, tongue, dick, I don’t care. I need you inside me.”

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surlier
2017-11-14 09:44 pm UTC (link)

His eyes flared slightly at the confession, chest puffing out a little that Stiles had enjoyed it all between them. Derek knew he had, hell, he'd been there to watch and taste and enjoy every one of Stiles' orgasms, but he still enjoyed hearing it.

"Know you are. You always get so wet, I love it." Knowing that he got Stiles that aroused -- yeah, his cock slapped up against his belly. "I've taken all the rest," he said, a little smugly. Before Stiles knew, he'd told him that as an alpha, he'd urge him to explore his sexuality. As an alpha that hoped to one day have a mate of his own -- it made him want to howl and preen that every virginity that Stiles had was his. "You're going to love it," he promised as he crawled up onto the bed, breaths coming raggedly once Stiles began to play with the plug.

"Need something real," he muttered as he reached for it too, sliding it slowly back and forth, not working the thickest part out yet, just letting it catch. "This is what it's like with a knot, once it pops."

It was so easy to slide out with how wet his mate was, but he leaned down at the last minute, laving over his opening and groaning as he finally got the smell and taste that the plug had been locking away. "Fuck, baby," he growled, dropping the toy on the bed and quickly replacing it with two fingers, a third teasing at his entrance. "You wanna come like this baby? You know how much I love having you come all over my tongue and fingers. Got me so hard last night I barely needed your mouth on me to come."

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_stiles
2017-11-15 10:43 am UTC (link)

Stiles still flushed at the mention of how wet he got. He liked it, he liked the reaction of his body for Derek. And how smug and pleased Derek was. He liked to make his mate proud- there were certainly some parts of being an omega that weren’t awful. The instinctive pleasure he got from making Derek happy or aroused was lovely. It made him tingle all over. And his body was so reactive to his mate-

“I do, I do, I need something-“ Stiles started before he was cut off by Derek touching him, touching the plug, moving it. He gasped as the bulb pressed at his rim from inside, shocked at how much pleasure he felt from the sensation. “Yes-“ he whimpered, one hand gripping at Derek’s bicep, the other hand twisting in the sheets. His cock twitched on his belly, precome dribbling from the tip. Already he could feel his orgasm beginning to build, but that wasn’t a surprise. He’d been waiting so long- and as Derek moved the plug he could hear how wet he was.

Stiles let out a mewl of pleasure when Derek finally slipped the plug out, feeling his slick sliding from his body.

“Oh, fuck,” he yelled louder when Derek’s tongue was there, licking over his entrance that was so, so sensitive now. Stiles couldn’t hold back the sob when Derek’s fingers slid so easily inside him. And it was better than the plug, just any part of Derek- “Yes- Yes, please,” he begged, pushing down on Derek’s fingers and moaning loudly as they brushed properly against his needy prostate, the other stroking around his sensitive rim. “I’m- it won’t take long-“ he whimpered, continuing to roll his hips, to ride against whatever part of Derek he was offered. He could feel his own wetness, hear it, and he knew it would turn his mate on even more.

Stiles could feel his skin flushing, feel it creeping up his chest and neck into his cheeks. He bit down on his lip but stopped, knowing Derek would prefer his panting and moaning. His fingers unwound from the sheets, trembling as they ran through Derek’s hair, making their way to the back of his head and pressing lightly to guide him down.

“Taste me,” Stiles panted, wanting Derek’s tongue where his fingers were, wanting to hear the moans of pleasure as Derek licked at his slick. He knew he was barely going to last, at least the first hard orgasm, but Derek could make him come again and again before he knotted him. Stiles wanted it, his body was eager for it.

“So close, I’m so close I’m gonna come, Der-“ He panted, writhing on the bed and letting out a sob as he came, clenching right around his mate.

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surlier
2017-11-15 11:57 am UTC (link)

He loved hearing, seeing, feeling his mate like this, so wet and aroused and all of it for him. But the sounds Stiles made - he couldn't even swallow his own moans made in response, his own hips hitching, seeking out contact but only managing to fuck into the air.

Fuck, this was what his mate did to him. He growled, loudly, at the hands in his hair, the way Stiles was fucking himself onto his fingers, the third slipping it on one determined downward thrust of his hips. Inside was nothing but wet heat and if he thought, for a second, about his cock being in there, he was going to come all over the sheets instead of inside his beautiful, needy mate.

"Do it," he hissed out, the tip of his tongue tracing his finger-stretched rim. Stiles' hand was on the back of his head though, guiding, wanting, and all he needed was that panted command to pull his fingers out and replace them with his tongue. He'd be fucking happy to. Happy to listen to his mate come this way, to be tasting him, to feel that fresh bit of slick against his mouth and cheeks--

He growled again at the warning, his fingers tightening around his hips, pulling him closer as he fucked his mate with his tongue and nearly whining when Stiles did come, slick and hot and clenching. a hand left his hips, reaching down to grip the base of his cock tightly before he rutted forward and came himself. He wanted to wait, wanted to be inside Stiles when he finally did come.

Lapping him up wasn't helping matters any, but he couldn't stop either. Stiles was so wet, and it tasted so fucking good, tongue pressing inside and laving over hip until Derek was moaning nearly continuously, and he judged his mate ready to handle his fingers again. Just to make sure he was stretched enough, ready for the knot that was going to be coming. "So good for me baby, love the way you taste, love it when you come while I'm eating you out," he babbled, three fingers tracing down his thigh and slowly beginning to ease into him again. "Shhh, take these baby, open up for my fingers, want to make sure you're ready to take my cock."

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_stiles
2017-11-15 05:08 pm UTC (link)

Stiles didn’t need the encouragement, he didn’t need Derek to ask, but God it felt good to be told, to be encouraged. He cried out over and over as Derek’s tongue continues to lick at him, to tease him, to pull him closer to another orgasm.

And God, he loves Derek growling. He loved that animalistic side of him. A part of him couldn’t wait for Derek’s rut, because as a werewolf he’d be even more keen to manhandle Stiles, to get him on his hands and knees and fuck him, he’d be shifting constantly and, admittedly, that kinda really did it for Stiles.

“Yes,” Stiles agreed softly, because he loved coming that way too, on Derek’s tongue, knowing Derek could taste everything. He whimpered, sensitive and overwhelmed by the building pleasure, but he did as he was told, keeping his legs spread so that Derek could push his fingers into him. He felt too tight now, too sensitive, but Derek was gentle, and he wanted to please his mate. He wanted to be ready for him.

Stiles felt tight, he liked the stretch, his thighs parted before he shifted and drew them up closer to his chest so that Derek could have more access, could get deeper.

“You want me to come again?” He panted, still pulling at Derek’s hair. “Please, please- don’t stop- make me come again. Or g-give me your cock-“

Three fingers were maybe just a little smaller than Derek’s cock, and obviously smaller than his knot, but Stiles was ready for that now. His anxiety gone and replaced with that desperation he’d felt before, that had slowly been growing since he’d found out Derek was his mate.

“Am I good? Your good boy?” he asked, raking his fingers through Derek’s hair again and again. “Oh God, Derek-“ Stiles groaned, trying to rock down against Derek again, his prostate swollen and eager for touches. “I’m ready- I’m ready for you-“ though he was going to come again, the pleasure curling up in his belly and flooding through him. Stiles cried out, a soft sobbing sound as he clenched around Derek’s fingers.

“Please, please, I’m so ready for you, please Derek, I need you inside me-“

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surlier
2017-11-15 07:08 pm UTC (link)

He was tight, so fucking tight but he took the fingers with ease, gripping them like he wanted them to swell into something larger, something Stiles needed and something Derek needed to give him.

"Of course I do," he growled, watching as Stiles oh so sweetly put everything on display, and he could watch his fingers disappearing into his body. He looked away briefly, only long enough for him to presss a kiss to his thigh and muffle his moan. It wasn't going to take much for either of them. And that was -- yeah that did it for Derek as he came up further, and cleaned the come off Stiles' belly.

"My good boy. You're mine," he growled with every fresh rake of fingers through his hair, vision going red and he knew his eyes were glowing. This was his mate, beautiful and slick and fucking eager --

He was already moving up, cock slapping against his belly. "Yeah, baby? You ready? Wanna feel you, wanna know how it feels to have my knot inside my mate--" he had to hope it'd been enough prep, because Stiles was so fucking wet, so ready for him--

Both hands wrapped around those splayed thighs and yanked him further down the bed, into the cradle of Derek's own spread thighs. His cock brushed against his thigh, leaving behind a trail of stickiness as their mouths crashed together. It wasn't a long kiss -- he needed to watch this as he curled over Stiles, barely able to stop from rocking forward and coming messy over his skin. He wanted more, the kiss breaking as his hips hitched, and the flare of his cock slid over the shiny wet rim. "Baby, Stiles, gonna--" and he did it again, moaning, hips pulling back for a third tease when the thick head popped inside, and his entire body went tight as he tried not to come.

His moan sounded absolutely wrecked as he buried his face into the curve of his throat and began to ease deeper. And he wanted to say something, anything to let Stiles know how fucking good he felt and how much Derek loved it, but the words only came out as a low, aching keen.

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_stiles
2017-11-15 07:41 pm UTC (link)

Stiles felt himself holding his breath as Derek pressed closer to him. He knew what was coming and he was excited for it. He wanted it. He let himself be moved around as Derek wanted, whimpering at the brush of Derek's head against his thigh, at the little trail of precome left on his skin.

Leaning up into the kiss, Stiles parted his lips eagerly, short as it was. He knew Derek would want to watch, would want to see himself pushing into Stiles for the first time.

He let out his breath in a shudder when he felt Derek's head brush over his rim, slipping through his slick as it moved back and forth. Stiles whimpered, trying to keep relaxed, letting out a filthy, wanton moan when Derek finally penetrated. The crown stretched him slightly before Stiles settled around his shaft - and he was right, it was just thicker than three fingers.

God, his mate sounded so beautiful. He sounded so good, making those sweet little noises, as though it were the best thing he'd ever felt. The gentle easing, the drag of Derek's cock as it moved inside him, felt as though it were setting Stiles alight.

He arched his head back, offering his neck to Derek to press against or kiss or bite as he so wished, breathing in short, staggering gasps as Derek filled him slowly.

They'd do this in a few months- they'd do this and Derek would come inside him, put a baby inside him. Knot him. Breed him.

"Oh, fuck-" Stiles whimpered as a wave of pleasure washed through him at the thought. Derek would knot him. They'd be joined together. His mate would fill him over and over again-

He feels Derek bottom out, feels the very slight swell at the base of his cock that teases his rim but slides in easily. Stiles doesn't know if he wants gentle lovemaking or if he wants Derek to pound him into the bed, but slow is probably for the better if they want to try and make this last. And he's really enjoying the feeling of Derek inside him. He's enjoying the feeling of being full.

"Der-" Stiles rasps softly, dragging his blunt nails down his mate's back. "Derek. You feel so good." His words come out in almost a sob, trying hard not to clench, trying not to move too much, to just enjoy the sensation. It doesn't hurt like he'd worried it would. There's a little stretch, but it's good. Derek fits wonderfully. And Stiles can feel the pulsing of his knot gently just inside him, can feel Derek's length resting against his prostate. "I think I could come without you moving," he manages to whisper. "I could come- oh God. You feel so good. Can feel your knot growing, baby. Can feel you swelling for me."

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surlier
2017-11-16 01:57 am UTC (link)

The sounds Stiles made never failed to arouse him, moreso when he was sinking into him and that low moan made his gums tingle. Control was - had he warned Stiles that his control would be so low? That his mate would feel so good, that Derek knew it would be so fucking good to slide inside him that his control would be shot?

Something that was proved with every inch he slid inside? He couldn't stop from fastening his mouth to the offered throat, sucking a mark high where he longed to leave a bite, his gut twisting as held himself back.

It would not be in a few months that he'd leave that mark. However good his self control, it wasn't that good, and he couldn't help licking slowly over the skin. Once Stiles was knotted up -- he groaned against his skin as Stiles cursed. "Gonna leave my mark here once I'm knotted, going to show everyone that you're mine, that you're mated--" and in a couple weeks he'd get his own while Stiles was in his heat--

His hips pulled back slowly, a whimper rattling in his throat before he thrust in again with a low, pleased moan, the plug inside him pushing up hard against his prostate. Gentle or hard, Derek was sure either way wasn't going to last long. Stiles felt too fucking good -- a sentiment his mate seemed to share.

And more, because Stiles kept talking, and his knot throbbed inside him, a little whine working out. Stiles could -- Stiles could come like this, just having him inside was enough -- and Derek had to let go, his nails growing into claws as he fisted the bedsheets. "Do it, Stiles, do it, baby, wanna feel you come so I can knot you up--"

It wasn't going to be sweet and gentle, couldn't be, even though Derek did his best to go slow and listened for any little sound that said he was hurting his mate. But he wanted him too much, needed this, as he pulled out to the tip and rutted forward again, hoping, wanting, needing, that Stiles came before he tied them together. "Baby, baby, Stiles, Mieczyslaw, please, need to, I need to--" The growl that came out was more feral than human as he stroked in again, his knot starting to swell as he rocked it in and out of his rim. "Wanna fill you up like you did me--"

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_stiles
2017-11-16 10:21 am UTC (link)

"Ngh, Derek-" Stiles whimpered when Derek's mouth pressed to his throat, sucking hard enough to bruise. He couldn't help the way his body clenched at that, couldnt help the way he tensed up with another jolt of pleasure. He made another soft noise when Derek promised to bite him today, to mark him today because he'd been expecting it later but- God, he wanted it.

The drag of Derek pulling back was just as good as when he'd been pushing in, but the thrust, the power behind it, the noise Derek made, and the none too gentle brush over his prostate, it made Stiles moan needily. So much better than Derek's fingers, and Derek's fingers were a miracle.

He turned his head slightly, seeing his mate's claws, and the glowing of his eyes. Derek was holding back, he was exhibiting a hell of a lot of control, but Stiles knew he'd never hurt him.

"You can shift," he whispered, lifting his hands to stroke them gently over the sides of Derek's face. "Don't have to hold it back. You're my wolf. You won't hurt me."

The way Derek pulled nearly all the way out and thrust in again made Stiles see stars, his body clenching at the shock of pleasure that rolled through him. And his name, the way Derek said his name. Jesus.

"Yes, yes-" Stiles whimpered, not at all surprised that it was only going to take a few thrusts for him to come. And the fact that Derek was shifting- did that turn everyone on? Was it because he was Derek's mate? He knew there were werewolf fetishists in the world, but he had no idea just how much he'd like it. "Fill me. Fuck- fill me up. Breed me-" he arched again, wrapping his legs around Derek, opening himself up as Derek continued to push into him. "Yes. Yes, yes, Derek, yes, oh my God, oh God-"

Stiles could feel the very slight stretch as Derek's knot began to grow and he let out a sob as he once again clenched around his mate. This time his orgasm was so hard, so intense Stiles' vision whited out. His lips were parted in a silent cry, his cock splashing his belly with more of his come. His fingers gripped Derek's arms, tiny little whimpers slipping out when he could draw breath.

He wanted to tell Derek to come, to knot him, to tie them together and breed him, fill him, but he couldn't form words. He felt even more connected to Derek than before, connected to his mate. It was so blissfully intimate.

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surlier
2017-11-16 12:07 pm UTC (link)

The touch to his face was intimate too, trusting. Stiles trusted him not to hurt when his control was at his weakest, but he was also right. He'd never hurt his mate, not while they were here, and not while they were anywhere else either.

"Won't," he promised. At least he wouldn't hold back once Stiles came, something that was getting harder to do with every clench of muscles around him, every sound that poured sweetly out of his mate.

Derek could listen to him all day and he'd never get tired of that, or the little rock up Stiles gave, how his body opened for him. "Will, will, God, baby, I will," he growled out and his control snapped with that little sob, the hot tight clench of his muscles, the sudden scent in the air of Stiles' orgasm.

He growled, possessive and feral as he tried to draw back again, knot catching this time and trying to pull it out -- no, that'd hurt them both --he let out another growl, this one of sheer satisfaction and rocked in, fangs dropping as he edged his growing knot against his prostate.

He could feel the pleasure curling up his toes, into his calves and up the backs of his thighs. "Going to, going to," he said around a mouth full of teeth, hips hunching forward, less interested in long strokes that pulled him out and far more intent on short ones that kept him buried deep.

He pressed his face into the side of his neck, sucking in Stiles scent loud enough that every inhale was heard as pleasure coiled up his spine and sparked in his balls, and he gasped out the one thing he could remember Stiles wanted to hear. "Mieczyslaw--"

And then he was roaring, thrusting in hard enough to move them both across the bed as he came, knot swelling up full and thick as he did his best to fill Stiles up with his come, to breed him full and true -- and growled as the plug inside him rubbed up right against his prostate and kept him coming until his balls and thighs were sore and he finally stilled, his body still curled over his mate's.

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_stiles
2017-11-16 05:24 pm UTC (link)

Stiles let out a soft mewl when Derek's knot caught for the first time. Oh, God, it felt so much better than the plug had. He was sure he could have had Derek pull out and push in again, really stretch him open, but maybe not this first time.

"Der, Der-" he chanted softly, finally finding his voice as he felt his mate's knot swelling inside him, pressing against his prostate. Derek's growls were certainly not helping matters, and Stiles honestly couldn't tell if it was because he was Derek's mate and it was his instinct to keen at those sounds, or if it was just a kink he had.

His fingers had moved up to Derek's hair, stroking through it, trembling as his mate covered him, rocked into him, tied them together. The sensation of the knot growing, stretching him, still brushing against the sensitive ring of muscle it was caught on, it was new and it was amazing.

Another cry slid from his lips when Derek growled his name, his given name, shaking again as another orgasm pulsed through him, overwhelmed by how well he could feel Derek, how he could feel the pulsing inside him and the shaking in the older man's body as he came.

"Fill me, fill me up, breed me, Derek. Keep coming, keep coming inside me, oh God, don't stop-" the constant pressing against his prostate teased more trembles of pleasure from him, tiny crashing waves that washed through his whole body. He tried to clench his muscles, but Derek's knot stopped him, kept him right where he was so that his mate could keep releasing inside him, could keep it there until Stiles' body took it-

Stiles sobbed, the pleasure, everything, just too much. His fingers moved to the back of Derek's head, pulling him down, pulling his mouth to his neck and shivering at the graze of teeth.

"So fucking good, you're so hot, oh God-" he breathed, head turned to bare the pale expanse of his throat, littered with little moles all the way down. "Wanna be full of your pups, Derek. Want to- fuck- I want to."

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surlier
2017-11-17 03:35 am UTC (link)

They were close enough that he could feel every little tremble that racked Stiles' frame, but it was the sounds, the scents, that sharp, spicy note that was nearly always chased by a sound that made him want to howl in happiness, that kept him going.

What wasn't there, what Derek didn't want there to be, was any indication that Stiles was in pain. It wasn't in his voice, or the fingers that moved through his hair and clutched at the back of his head, and it wasn't in his scent. Everything said that Stiles was enjoying this, that the fears he had earlier had not come to fruition.

He growled, pleased, and rubbed his fangs over the side of his offered throat, feeling the small bumps of his mole dotted skin. It'd be so easy to bite, his mate should be a wolf like him-- but Stiles hadn't said yes yet.

Reined in from that desire, he still snarled, low like he'd been denied something. There was something his mate wouldn't deny him though, wouldn't, as he shoved in as deep as he could, deep enough that his knot throbbed as he came a little more. He lowered his body, a soft, pleased note hovering in the back of his throat as he felt Stiles' cock pressing into his belly.

His mate. His. Tilting his head up, he rubbed his mouth, fangs and all, against his jaw, his cheek, his throat. His fingers slowly unwound from the sheets, and his arms slid under his mate until either hand could wrap around the tuck of his waist. The claws were still out, but he was careful now as he rocked teasingly inside.

Talking was -- talking was a little hard at the moment, but he nuzzled his approval into the younger man's skin. He wanted him full, wanted him to leave the bed tonight pregnant with his pup -- "Yes," he agreed, and lapped at the side of his throat. "Mate." And maybe they should have a talk about how knotting sent him back to his (stupid-happy) Cro-Magnon roots, but it would have to wait.

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_stiles
2017-11-17 10:41 am UTC (link)

Stiles loved them being pressed this close. He loved Derek’s strong body pressed against his own, he loved feeling his muscles moving. And his cock was pressed between his belly and the hard muscles of Derek’s abdomen.

He heard some of the other sounds he was making, more of those noises that he was sure were instinctive; little clicks and purrs to encourage his mate, to arouse him, to make him come more and more.

The growling was really doing something for him. “My wolf,” he whispered, stroking his fingers through Derek’s hair, mewling again when Derek’s fangs dragged over his throat.

He liked the gentle grazing of claws against his back as well. He knew Derek wasn’t going to hurt him, he knew neither his mate or his mates wolf would hurt him. Oh God it was so good. So good when Derek continues to rock into him, the swell of his knot rubbing over and over at his prostate. Another orgasm was building up easily, and Stiles continues with those happy little noises to encourage Derek. Not that he thought Derek needed encouragement.

Along with the orgasic feeling from there sex there was another feeling of absolute bliss that had settled over Stiles. As though nothing terrible could ever happen again. He felt- complete? Was that what this feeling was? Being knotted for the first time by his mate, having him come over and over inside him- the thought of their pups, of the baby he could make them.

Stiles squirmed happily, wriggling himself onto Derek’s knot. He opened his eyes to look at Derek, at the fur that had grown on his cheeks and his dark, glowing eyes and his fangs- Stiles smirked and kissed Derek’s jaw. “I’m coming again,” he breathed, still rocking down onto Derek, chasing the pleasure that was building from his prostate. “So good- this feels so good, don’t stop, stay inside me,” He panted, arching his back as another orgasm rushed through him, his muscles trembling around Derek’s knot.

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surlier
2017-11-17 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Derek didn't need any encouragement to keep going, but he did love hearing those sounds out of Stiles, and lapped appreciatively at this throat for them, a happy little rumble coming out of his chest. One that continued through the affectionate term, and the hands through his hair.

"Yours," he agreed, eyes closing blissfully as he caught the faint edges of Stiles' orgasm, that thicker, sweet spice that he loved and enjoyed. Nosing under his chin, he breathed in deep, let that scent soak through him and shuddered, hips edging forward so his mate could have everything he needed to get there again.

And Derek? He was too far gone to feel any vindication in knowing he was right, that this would be that fucking good, that Stiles would and could come again and again around his knot.

But then he wiggled, and this close, Derek could feel it everywhere, the shift of his hips, the movement in his abdominal muscles, and inside. God, inside. He groaned, eyes flashing open long enough to see that look on his mate's face, and shuddered as he came again too, knot throbbing as he ground in deep.

He never wanted to leave this spot. Ever. And laved at Stiles' clavicle until something else caught his attention. His mate deserved orgasms -- he backed up a little bit, enough that his spine could arch, knot still locked deep within his mate -- and lapped at his previously ignored nipples.

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_stiles
2017-11-17 08:58 pm UTC (link)

This pattern of theirs, both of them coming over and over, bringing each other there was really wonderful, it was incredibly sexy. Stiles loved the reactions he was getting, he loved how Derek responded to him-

He gave a soft cry when Derek rubbed deeper into him, filling him. Fuck, he was so full- maybe it was just his imagination, but he was sure he could feel more and more of Derek’s come guiding up inside him. And it felt amazing.

Stiles was blissed out and relaxed, happy to just move as Derek pleased, as long as he didn’t pull out or pull away. He hummed at the shifting and the gentle rubbing against his rim. He absolutely wasn’t expecting the tongue against his nipple-

Stiles arched up and cried out louder as sudden, brilliant pleasure rushed through him, twisting in his belly. “Oh my God, Oh my God, Derek-“ he sobbed, writhing on the bed. His nipples felt more sensitive than they had before, and they felt incredible with Derek’s tongue on them.

He could only imagine what it would feel like when he was pregnant or breast feeding, when they’d be more sensitive. He hoped Derek would enjoy them then, too-

The thought- the thought and the sensation sent another wave of pleasure pulsed through him, his muscles trembling helplessly around Derek’s knot.

"W-will you-" he started, his voice rough from his moaning. "When I'm pregnant- when I'm feeding our pups- I want you to taste me then, too-" he whispered. "Like this. The milk-" Stiles bit his lip and groaned, writhing down onto Derek again.

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surlier
2017-11-18 02:01 am UTC (link)

More than having his knot buried inside his mate, Derek had looked forward to making Stiles orgasm repeatedly. something he had not failed to achieve, not given the way his mate smelled, and the almost continual throb of muscles around his length.

Much more, and he was pretty sure that some was going to leak past his deflating knot. Or so he thought as he rocked them into another orgasm, listening to Stiles' sob his pleasure out as his body moved restlessly against the bed.

He let out a low, approving short howl as he rocked both of them through another orgasm. As good as it was, they couldn't stay tied together for hours.

Or maybe they could, because as soon as Stiles started to speak, he looked up, eyes going wide at feeding their pups, his jaw dropping slightly. Milk. Stiles was going to make milk and he wanted Derek to taste him --

His eyes squinted shut as he throbbed again, so hard that if his knot hadn't already popped, it would have then and shuddered through another blinding orgasm.

"Fuck, Stiles," was the first thing he got out between pants. Other couples worried about getting pregnant -- they were really going to have to worry about Stiles not getting that way. As much as they both wanted it -- and the thought was enough to have him thrusting forward slightly again -- now wasn't a good time. It was logical. Responsible.

And so fucking compatible that he wanted to preen a little with it. That warmth finally had his fangs retreating, but his nails were still long and sharp, and his vision was still red at the edges. "Stiles," he murmured again as he nosed up to the spot where he wanted to leave his mark. "Wanna leave it here, mark you up before you're pregnant with our pups," he murmured as he kissed the spot, laved attention on it while he waited for Stiles' permission.

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_stiles
2017-11-19 05:20 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, you like that?" Stiles pants, feeling smug even though he can't really express it. "You want to taste me? When we're alone at night, when our pups are sleeping, and I'm full of milk- achingly full-" he gave a little tremble, clenching around Derek. "You'll want to help me, want to ease the ache until I feed our babies again."

He hadn't realised how much he wanted that. But he should have, because he loved Derek's mouth on his nipples, and it would be just as sexy when he was sharing what his body had for the children they'd made together.

He wanted to feel it now, he wanted to feel a new life growing inside him, wanted to see and hear Derek's reactions to his body.

Stiles hummed at the nuzzling, Derek's breath warm against his skin. "Yes," he whispered. "I want you to mark me, Derek. I want you to bite me, I want you to claim me. I want to be yours-" he knew that Derek would, that they'd be mated properly then, before Stiles was pregnant. "And I'll bite you, I'll mark you."

His fingers carded through Derek's hair slowly, petting him, adoring him. Derek was still nuzzling against his neck.

"Do you- you want to do it now?" he whispered. It wasn't as though he needed time to think about it. It wasn't though he was ever going to change his mind. Stiles' fingers tightened, holding Derek's mouth in place. "You want to claim me now? Make me yours so that everyone can see?"

Derek was inside him, his knot was still so big, he wasn't going to be pulling out any time soon.

"Is it going to hurt?" Stiles asked quietly. He wanted it, he was always going to want it, but he needed to be prepared.

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surlier
2017-11-19 09:57 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," Derek nearly growled and grunted softly, the clenching muscles pulling another little burst out of him. "Baby, I think you're asking the wrong question. It's not an if I want to taste you. It's when don't I want to, and the answer to that is never." It didn't matter where, if it was his pointy nipples, his salt sweet throat, his swollen cock or his slick, delicious entrance -- Derek wanted the flavors of him all the time. "Mmm hmmm, and I know how much you love having your nipples played with. Make you come while I'm easing all your aches." He liked the thought of that too, hips pumping forward slowly to keep his knot rocking inside him.

"You'll have to do it every day until your heat," he murmured against his skin. Every day until the days when it would stick, when it'd settle into his skin as a token from his mate as a scar, instead of continually healing.

"Mark you as mine, yes, want to. Want to claim you as mine --" to solidify what they already knew. It wasn't all selfless -- Derek knew once it was done, to everyone else Stiles' scent would be muted. For him it never would be, and he rubbed the tip of his nose against the spot where he intended to bite Stiles.

"It -- might," he finally answered, unsure. Unwanted claims always hurt, but Stiles said he wanted this one, and Derek said as much. "Right now, you're calm and happy. It's me," he said, like that explained part as well. And it did -- they had the ability to calm one another, a skill they'd shown already in the days before. "And right now you're riding high off so many orgasms, I don't know if you'll feel anything more than pressure." As if to demonstrate, he kissed the skin lightly again.

"But once it's deep enough, I've heard it feels very, very good." Which, to his mind, meant orgasmic knowing his mate and there was never going to be a time when Derek didn't want to see Stiles enjoying himself, especially when they were together.

"Or, we can wait." He even managed to say it without sounding like something was being torn out of him, but he couldn't quite hold back the whine that followed his statement. "We can, I just, I want to see it on you. Don't want anyone sniffing around you when you get closer to your heat," he finally confessed.

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_stiles
2017-11-20 10:45 am UTC (link)

“You’re so good with your mouth-“ Stiles whispered. Derek had never failed to bring him to orgasm with his mouth, the pleasure was always incredible. “They’ll be even more sensitive then, it won’t take long- but you are very good at making me come again and again.” He could imagine it so vividly, the way he’d be aching and full of milk, Derek’s clever tongue all over his nipples, relieving the pressure and making sure he came.

And God- Derek’s knot was still so swollen. He’d read alphas online bragging about how long their knots would stay inflated, which had seemed awful to Stiles at the time, being stuck with someone after the sex. But this, with Derek, he’d be happy to stay here like this for hours. Especially when Derek was still rolling his hips, still rubbing against Stiles’ prostate.

“I know. I trust you,” Stiles said softly. He wanted to reassure Derek that it was nothing to do with him. The kiss sent a shiver through him as though the skin were already incredibly sensitive. Like his body wanted it- and he was sure it did. He believed the talk of it being near orgasmic, too, and maybe that the bond between a mate’s pair became deeper and stronger afterwards. To the point that Derek would be able to tell when Stiles was pregnant, some said. But they also said an alpha, especially and alpha wolf, could tell that anyway.

Stiles tipped his head to the side, giving more of his throat to Derek. “Every day, huh?” He asked, fingers gently cupping the back of his mates head. “You can do it in front of the pack tomorrow, as well- but I want it now.” Even if it hurt more than it would in his heat, it would keep him safer, Derek wasn’t wrong. “Please? Claim me. I love you.”

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surlier
2017-11-20 11:46 am UTC (link)

"And you like it so much." Stiles' obvious enjoyment of his mouth made it that much more fun to bring him off again and again, no matter what they were doing. The fact that Stiles tasted great everywhere didn't hurt matters either. "And I love to do it, love to watch you, feel you when the pleasure gets to be too much and you have to come."

Staying tied to Stiles wasn't a measure of bragging rights for Derek. Making him orgasm repeatedly -- that was. But it wasn't something he would take to the internet -- this was for them. And the reason he was still so swollen had everything to do with Stiles, and the way his mate aroused him time and time again.

His trust vocalized was enough to have a shiver run down Derek's spine, muscles reflexively tightening, and he muffled his moan as he tightened up around the plug. "Fuck," he rasped out. There was no lie, no dip in Stiles' heart beat, no change in his scent. He smelled as good as he always did and Derek took a deep whiff of it in.

"Love you too." He let out a happy little rumble at Stiles' hand in his hair again -- he loved that -- but the offering was too much for him to resist. One arm looped around Stiles' waist, almost lifting him as he kissed the spot again, licked it as if priming it, and very blunt, very human teeth sank into his skin.

It wasn't like turning someone. This felt -- it felt -- good, and he moaned as his body curled into his mate's, knot throbbing inside of him as he whined through another mini-orgasm and blood sparked across his palate. That was it, that was all he needed to stop and return to licking the bite frantically, hoping to soothe whatever pain it caused.

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_stiles
2017-11-20 12:10 pm UTC (link)

“Mm, you make it sound as though I’m trying to resist coming,” Stiles smiled. “I’m really not, it’s just effortless when you’re involved. My very talented mate-“ Stiles hadn’t even come this much when he’d first started jerking off on his own when he’d started to hit puberty. It probably helped that he was an omega, his body was primed for this, but still, Stiles enjoyed every single one.

And oh, didn’t it make him smug when he felt Derek coming over and over, too? Even from just little things, just Stiles speaking, encouraging- his mate was so wonderfully receptive and responsive.

He’d remembered the plug, too, how Derek was still full of his come- he didn’t think he’d have the energy to fuck Derek after this, but he could probably eat him out, give him one last orgasm before they were too spent.

Stiles made a soft, pleased noise when Derek lifted him up slightly and held him closer-

He gasped when Derek’s teeth first pressed against his skin, making a soft little noise at the momentary pinch of pain before it changed. Heat and pleasure washed through him, making him tremble, making his body clench around Derek. It was blissful. He could hear himself making those soft, supplicant noises again, offering himself to his alpha. But it was hardly a problem. Derek would take good care of him.

The soft, pulsing pleasure continued through all of his muscles even when Derek’s mouth moved away and his tongue started to lap at the area. No pain. Stiles breathed out, feeling limp and content, petting Derek slowly. He felt another shock of an orgasm, arching off of the bed to press as close as he could to his mate.

Blearily, Stiles wondered if they could just do this every night even after his heat. Because he’d very happily sink into this happy space as often as he possibly could, and to have Derek purring, thrusting gently, licking at his throat- Stiles wouldn’t say no to that.

He could do the same for Derek now, even if the mark wouldn’t hold yet. Only during his heat or Derek’s rut. But if it gave his mate this kind of pleasure Stiles would do that every day, too-

“My turn?” He rasped the question, everything still a little blurry. “Or you want to wait until I’ve eaten you out later?”

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surlier
2017-11-20 08:29 pm UTC (link)

"I was more worried that you wouldn't like being knotted," he murmured quietly. Derek knew how to make it good, but if Stiles hasn't liked it, he couldn't force his mate into enjoying it. That, or the swell would be too much for him, take it from pleasure and into pain, and Derek hasn't wanted that either.

And fortunately neither seemed to be true.

Also fortunately, given the wonderful sounds rolling out of his mate, the bite hadn't hurt either. Not with Stiles making those little chirps that made him want to keep grinding forward, trying to pull another orgasm out of his mate. Not that Stiles needed it, because seconds later he felt him coming again, muscles drawing tight around his length.

"Fuck," he ground out. Nothing in his scent indicated pain only that sweet spice of his pleasure and Derek alternated between laving the fresh bite and pressing his face into the curve of his throat to breathe in his scent. "You smell so fucking good, Stiles. Feel good too."

He loved the slow moving hands on his hair, the ones that made him want to relax and be lazy like there was nothing else in the world but them.

"Fuck," he uttered again at the mention of Stiles eating him out. "Yes? Everything yes." It seemed like a good answer as he flattened his belly to Stiles' and stayed close. He could feel his knot starting to deflate and knew it wouldn't be too much longer until they could separate.

Or at least, until he could slide out. Going far wasn't something he wanted to do, and couldn't imagine Stiles wanting to either. "As long as I get a few minutes to recuperate," he said with a little smile and pressed another kiss to the point of his jaw. "Thank you--" he said quietly. And maybe it was strange, but his mate brought a whole host of things that Derek never thought he'd get. All of them mattered to him. "Love you."

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_stiles
2017-11-20 09:09 pm UTC (link)

"I was a little bit worried," Stiles said softly. He could admit that now. "I was a little bit worried about it hurting, or about not liking it. But just a tiny bit." Because in the end he knew that Derek would take care of him. He loved him, they loved each other. Derek would stop if he asked, any time he asked.

Stiles lay back in the pillows, a big, stupid grin on his face as Derek basked in his scent. "Mhm, part of being your mate. You like the way I smell," he teased. It wasn't the only reason, of course it wasn't, but he liked teasing Derek. He always had. "But you feel amazing inside me. God, this feels amazing. It feels like I'm floating," he breathed, fingers still moving slowly through Derek's hair.

He chuckled. "Everything, yes. I'll eat you out and then bite you," he smiled. A little wriggle told him that Derek's knot was finally going down. Not that he was keen for that to happen, but it had to happen sometime. Stiles had no reason to want to pull away once they could. He could stay pressed against Derek's body, both of them curled up in the bed. All weekend. Every weekend for the rest of their lives.

"Mhm, I'm gonna need a minute too, big guy. I'm exhausted from all these orgasms," Stiles whispered, grinning lazily.

He wrapped his arms properly around Derek as his mate kissed him. "What are you thanking me for, huh? You don't need to thank me for anything, I love you. Everything I have to give I'll give to you," Stiles murmured on. He could never have imagined anything like this, anyone like Derek being his mate, being his forever. The opposite of everything he'd feared.

"Mmph," he hummed as he clenched his muscles around Derek, trying to keep that feeling of being full. He let out a sigh, because he wasn't pregnant, he wouldn't get pregnant whilst he kept taking his pill. But he would. He'd do it because that was what they talked about. That was for the best. But his body wanted it- he'd found his mate, he could feel an almost empty ache where their child should be now.

"Hold me closer," Stiles breathed, wrapping his legs around Derek. "Don't let me go. Don't ever let me go."

He could feel the warmth on his throat where Derek had bitten him. Eventually he'd get up and look in the mirror, but that would have to wait. Now they were curled up under the covers, arms holding each other tightly. Derek was no longer inside him, but they were still as close as they could get. And he still had every intention of easing the plug out of his lover and making him come one last time. But for the moment Stiles needed this. The closeness. The comfort. Derek was solid and smelt of safety and home. If Stiles' nose was as sensitive as a wolf, he'd know Derek smelt of happiness, too. And the mixture of their sex.

"That was the perfect first time," he said gently, running his lips over the corner of Derek's mouth. "Perfect. You made it perfect. Thank you." He nosed at Derek's cheek and the scruff on his jaw. "You'll let me give you one last one before we crash, right? Can't have you sleeping with that in, you'll be humping my leg all night-" Stiles said, as light heartedly as he could.

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surlier
2017-11-21 03:14 am UTC (link)

"I love the way you smell," he corrected fondly. "It feels amazing being inside you," he added quietly. His head tilted back slightly for the fingers still moving through his hair. "One of these days, I'm going to fall asleep to you doing that."

Partially because it was Stiles doing it, and his mate tended to relax him. The other half had everything to do with those fingers slowly working through his hair and against his scalp.

"Maybe -- bite first," he murmured after managing to rub two brain cells together. That sounded like, yeah, that sounded like a good idea, and he let out a pleased little huff against Stiles' throat. "They were awfully good orgasms though."

One good idea seemed to deserve another, and when Stiles' arms went around him, he wiggled his free arm under his mate and held him a little closer. "You could have said no." However limited a possibility it might have been, it still could have happened. And it would have been horrible if it had. Derek growled a little as he pressed his face into Stiles' collarbone and smeared his mouth over his skin. "To anything, to everything. To me."

It would have hurt, but he would have given Stiles anything he asked for. What he wasn't asking for, and seemingly didn't want, was for them to separate, and Derek was all too happy to moan at that clench, his own arms tightening up as he did his best to press closer, knot giving another, duller throb.

"I'm never letting you go. Not unless you want me to." That was the only reason why he ever would, and those words seemed further and further from Stiles' mouth. Something he was grateful for.

Under the covers, the bed reeked of them. He probably should have thought to put a towel down before they ended up in bed, but now his bed was coated in the scent of their sex and them, and he wasn't sure that he wasn't going to wake Stiles up humping his leg cause the scent soaked in while he was sleeping.

"You're welcome," he murmured, eyes drifting closed at the almost kiss. "Yeah. Yeah. Can't promise it'll be much--" his balls already felt a little sore from their earlier activities, but this was his mate. Even if he could resist Stiles, Derek wasn't sure he wanted to. "But I can't sleep with it in. Might have to wake you up anyways with the bed smelling like us--" he pointed out, and tipped his chin up to kiss Stiles, his lips lingering, even as his free hand came up to gently press on his claiming mark. "Want to give this to me first?" Before or after, it didn't matter to Derek as long as he had it.