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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
2017-12-02 08:08 pm UTC (link)

"Hmmm," Derek hummed thoughtfully. Stiles had said that getting rewarded helped him -- "Maybe I shouldn't offer to cut you off. Maybe I should promise you a spanking instead, to make sure you get it done early." A spanking wasn't punishment, not for Stiles, and not with the way he reacted when he'd been bent over his bed and his cheeks reddened by Derek's hand.

Or maybe to call him daddy, given the sudden spike in his scent. Just scent though, his body too tired to do much else. "I think you'd like it if I did." Which definitely meant that he would.

He could still see the reluctance in his eyes, the slight way he held his shoulders. Derek didn't think something was wrong with Stiles, just that something might not be right. That things could be better, but not for a second did he really believe it was something that would keep them from conceiving.

"I kinda would," he said quietly. "It'd fit the schedules better if we waited. It's responsible." His chin lifted slightly, edging into Stiles' touch. "And yet--" his eyes continued to glow, and he didn't bother trying to stop them. "I want nothing more than to bring you home in eleven days, get you into bed, and knot you until your heat ends early because you're pregnant."

And if his contraception failed -- at least they tried. No one could say they hadn't, not with the both of them on it-- "Follow? No, I'd take you to school, and pick you up," and kiss him outside the car when they parted in the morning and again in the afternoon when they met again.

His hands splayed wide over his sides, but he was glad that Stiles didn't provoke that in him. No whispered provocations about it, not when his mate and their future children meant so much to him.

"I'm sure it can be taken care of over the phone, I'd feel better if we talked to him though." His head tilted slightly, and he dipped forward to scent him again. "You don't smell sad now though. Did you not feel the same after this time?"

That seemed prudent to ask. And as for bed -- "What happened to the rest of the cake? We should clean up the couch -- and you." Cause he hadn't quite finished cleaning up Stiles before he'd rolled him over and they had sex, and there was still a brown smear of icing and cake across his ribs. "Then sleep."

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_stiles
2017-12-03 11:42 am UTC (link)

Stiles' eyes lit up. Now, that was a good way of getting his attention. "I'll do it here, I'll bring the applications over here and you can watch me do them," he said quickly, his eyes still sparkling with the promise. "Then you can reward me right after! And also check them over, cos I get distracted and I might write something dumb." He was pretty sure his ADHD had been calmer since he'd started seeing Derek, since the two of them had been intimate with each other. Perhaps all this time his ADHD had been a symptom of what he was waiting for.

"Responsible," Stiles nodded his head in agreement. It would be. He wanted a child, but he wanted them both to be ready so that nothing had to be compromised, so that they were absolutely ready.

And yet? Stiles shivered when he met Derek's glowing eyes, a tiny little moan slipping from his lips when Derek mentioned his heat, knotting him, impregnating him. His eyes fluttered, fingers stroking over Derek's chest. "I want that, too. I want it so much. I want to feel our child inside me-"

He smiled softly, nodding his head, because Derek would do that. Of course he would. "Take me to school, pick me up, kiss me goodbye and hello. Put your hands all over my belly- because our baby would have missed you, too."

Another swell of longing went through him.

And yeah, going to see Deaton would probably be for the best. Stiles nodded. "Okay, okay, we'll go and see him. We'll call him and see if he has time tomorrow. I'll keep taking my pills, though."

It would be a lie to say he felt better, but having told Derek made things less bad. "I think just sharing with you," he whispered. "I think it makes it less- I feel less crazy now that I've told you. Now you know."

Stiles looked around, looking for the cake. It was only a few inches away from the edge of the sofa. "No worries on cake locating. But the couch-" yeah, he'd come all over that. "Might need to get some throws or something. Sorry. But that is what happens when you make me come all over things." And oh, yeah, he was covered in cake.

"Shower? I don't think either of us have the strength to lick me clean, huh? I'll clean up the sofa if you wanna put the cake away?" Stiles leant in and kissed Derek softly, lingering against his lips.

Ten minutes later they were back in bed, and everything was as clean as it could be. Stiles spooned up against Derek's side, draped over him. They'd have their whole lives like this. They'd get to wake up together over and over every day. Little additions along the way, then their kids would grow up and live somewhere else, or at least be old enough to not come into their bed, then it'd be the two of them again. But always he and Derek, always waking up together.

"I love you, so much. I can't explain how I feel now. Like, complete. Which is lame, I know. I'm like a bad Hallmark card."

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surlier
2017-12-03 06:55 pm UTC (link)

Given the way his eyes lighted up, maybe a reward system was the way to go with Stiles. "I'll read over them, you can probably even do a few online and get them in faster." He suspected Stiles might enjoy that, especially if he got a tease between applications. Nothing too much, just something to remind him of what was waiting once he was done.

"When we call, we'll ask. You might not have to go in--" which meant they could stay at home, in various stages of undress. The edges of his vision went red with that, a pleased rumble hanging in his chest.

"You're not crazy." Not about this, and he edged his nose under Stiles' chin to kiss the soft spot of his throat. "You aren't. We both know we want kids, I just don't want that desire to hurt you. And it might just be the pills--" Derek didn't know, not about this, and he wanted ultimately what was best for Stiles.

Even if that meant taking him off the pills.

He kissed his throat again, and grinned once the cake was located. The couch however -- yeah, he knew they were going to mess that up. "We'll have to order one of those covers for couches. The spill proof ones." Because avoiding the couch for sexual activities? Yeah, pass. The counter, the walls, the kitchen table and the couch -- all approved places for sex.

Once the cake was in the fridge and everything as clean as it was going to get, they were back in bed. Derek waited for Stiles to get comfortable before covering them with a sheet and folding his arms around his mate. "It's not lame," he said quietly. "It's like going through life not realizing that you're missing something vital, and then you've got it all of a sudden, and you're not quite sure how it fits, but you know it does."

That's how it was like for him. He dropped a kiss to Stiles' forehead. "I love bad Hallmark card you. Are you ready to get some sleep? I know we missed the movie, but I liked what we ended up doing more."

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_stiles
2017-12-03 09:10 pm UTC (link)

"Mm, see, you're so smart," Stiles grinned. "I'll look and see which of them I can do online and then you can praise me in between. Tell me I'm your good boy and I'm going to be as clever as you," he cooed, stroking his fingers through Derek's hair.

The worry about Deaton and their day could wait. It could just wait. He'd worry about it in the morning when they could call their doctor and find out what he wanted to do. Yeah, there was no point in worrying now. He didn't want to ruin the time they had together.

But he did like the way just talking about this made Derek's eyes glow. He liked how the mere thought of Stiles being with child brought out that side of his mate. The protective touches and the little rumbles-

He slept deeply, not moving away from Derek's arms, letting his mate's breath brush his hair as they lay entwined.

Stiles woke before Derek. He was hard, but so was the other man, the firm length of his dick pressed up against Stiles' thigh. And, Stiles remembered, Derek had made mention of waking him up with a blowjob at least once. Well, that wasn't going to happen today, but Stiles could turn the tables.

He had to be quiet, because Derek had super hearing and was always sensitive to where Stiles was, but he still managed to wriggle down Derek's body, smirking as his mate shifted slightly, making everything just a little easier for Stiles.

Draping himself over Derek's thighs, Stiles nuzzled at the base of his cock, dragging his tongue down to lick at his balls before he kissed his way up Derek's shaft. It twitched against his lips and Stiles moaned happily, mouthing his way up to the crown, fluttering little kitten licks there before his lips parted and he slowly took his lover into his mouth, sinking down, trying to take in as much as he could, wanting to have Derek moaning before he fully woke.

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surlier
2017-12-03 09:25 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't a dream, but he was caught between waking and sleeping, that thin twilight place where he was aware, but not fully awake. His mate was moving, but not leaving the bed, the mattress hadn't bounced with the absence of his weight, and he made a groggy, questioning noise without his eyes ever opening.

Maybe he should have woken up a little more. Then he could have watched his mate toying with his length, kissing and licking his way up, before he finally took it in--

Derek moaned, his entire body arching as he slammed into wakefulness. both hands coming down to cup the back of Stiles' head. It was all hot, wet suction that had his thighs tensing beneath Stiles' weight. "Fuck, baby. Good morning to you too," he growled out, eyes finally flickering open to look down, another moan ripping free as he watched his cock disappear between those plush, pink lips.

This was so much better than any dream he could have been having. "God, Stiles, your mouth --" One hand traced the line of his cheek down, thumb swiping over the shiny corner. "It feels so fucking good," he moaned, hips slowly leaving the bed to thrust up, careful not to surprise him and make him choke.

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_stiles
2017-12-04 08:42 am UTC (link)

Oh yes, yep, that was what Stiles wanted. That was what he had been aiming for, drawing that dirty, beautiful noise from Derek’s lips before he woke up.

He himself groaned when Derek arched up, letting out a longer, lower purr when Derek’s fingers slid into his hair. He would have smirked but he was quite busy. Stiles was already looking up, watching Derek’s face flicker into wakefulness, watching the pleasure light it up. So their eyes met, and Stiles’ own cock gave a happy throb between his legs.

Derek’s voice was rough and made him tremble, and he began to move up and down slowly. Stiles closed his eyes as Derek’s finger traced his cheek, letting out another moan when his mate touched the corner of his lips, because fuck, he loved it when Derek looked at the places he was stretching him open. When he touched between Stiles’ legs as he fucked him, or this-

And God, how he loved the way Derek thrust. Stiles repositioned himself, nudging Derek’s legs open and leaning over, relaxing his throat so that Derek could push up into him. But just to encourage, Stiles began to move up and down again, twisting his lips as he went, enjoying the filthy, wet noise he was making as he went.

He hadn’t spoken yet, hadn’t said anything to Derek, and he kind of likes that. That aside from his moans he was just silently giving his mate pleasure. Okay, so that was another kink. Letting Derek use him. Like a thing.

Stiles moaned again, sliding up, dragging his tongue around Derek’s head, tasting his precome.

Reaching for Derek’s hand, he guided it back to his head, holding it against the base of his skull as he once again began to move his mouth up and down, knowing Derek would get the hint.

His cock throbbed painfully, his thighs damp with his slick. Stiles was in heaven.

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surlier
2017-12-04 11:56 am UTC (link)

It was almost weird to have Stiles who was normally so talkative be so quiet, but as his mouth was full, Derek didn't expect anything less. And he wasn't truly quiet, not with those sounds he was making, that groan and the purr that made his toes curl up as the vibrations rumbled down his cock.

Fuck.

"I thought I was going to get to wake you up with a blowjob," he said with a little huff of a laugh, his hand withdrawing from Stiles' face to reach back and shove another pillow under his head so he could watch a little easier.

Watch when Stiles settled between his legs, ass in the air for half a second, but then he could feel Stiles' mouth relaxing around him, as if giving permission and Derek knew what he wanted. But there was that sound, that wet, messy sound that Stiles was making as he took his length, and Derek couldn't quite stop the growl rumbling in his chest as he rocked up, fucking into the ring of his lips and edging towards the back of his throat.

"Fuck, baby--" and he nearly howled, eyes slamming shut as that wickedly delightful tongue dragged up, thighs giving a little jolt as it moved over the sensitive crown.

Stiles didn't have to say a word about what he wanted, Derek knew as soon as he felt his hand being placed on the base of his skull. He moaned, eyes flashing red as soon as he caught the whiff of Stiles' slick.

"Don't come yet," was all the warning he gave as their eyes met, and he thrust upwards, fingers going tight in Stiles' hair for a second before they relaxed, spread out, pads rubbing against his scalp to soothe the little hurt of having his hair pulled. And then he dd it again, moaning as he fucked into his mouth, his knot throbbing but not swelling up yet. "One day, one day I'm going to knot up your mouth and I'll come so much, all over you, won't be able to help myself--"

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_stiles
2017-12-04 06:48 pm UTC (link)

Don't come yet. Stiles whined, because now he'd been asked it was going to be almost impossible to think of anything else, but he wanted this more. He wanted Derek's fingers digging into his hair, wanted to hear those moans, the curses, see the flashing in his mate's eyes as he picked up exactly what it was Stiles wanted and gave it to him so very willingly.

Fuck, he loved those noises Derek made, loved that he was happy to fuck into Stiles' mouth- Stiles ran his fingers over Derek's thighs, dragging his nails gently across the skin, caressing the tight muscles there.

The next sound he made was more like a sobbing moan when Derek spoke about his knot. Yes. Yes. Stiles would love to get his lips around it. He'd love to feel it stretch his mouth open. He'd love to suck on it. And he could only imagine how much Derek would come in his mouth, how Stiles wouldn't be able to hold it all in his mouth, the mess they'd both make-

He shifted, lifting his bottom into the air again to stop himself from rubbing himself against the mattress. Derek didn't want him to come, and he was going to have to do a lot to make that happen. Or not happen.

Stiles raised his eyes as well, looking up at Derek, wanting to watch the expressions on his face, to bask in the glow of his eyes and the way Derek bit down on his lip. He groaned again, purposeful, feeling the vibrations move down Derek's dick.

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surlier
2017-12-04 07:05 pm UTC (link)

If it wasn't his mouth, it was those fingers driving him insane as Stiles' nails scratched at his thighs. Not out of alarm, but enough to have the muscles in his legs tensing again as he bucked up. He was so going to wake Stiles up like this tomorrow morning, let him know how good of a wake up call it was.

"I know, I know," he panted out, that whine momentarily stealing his breath. "But one good turn deserves another, and I want to taste your cock, baby." Maybe see how the rest of him tasted this morning too, see how much leaked out of him during the night. "Fuck, might have to have your ass first though-"

Said ass moved higher in the air and while Derek knew what his mate was doing, it seemed so much like it was on offer that he moaned, cock twitching against his tongue. "Fuck me, you have no idea-- look so good right now, baby." And for once he wasn't worried about lasting, just let that pleasure roll up from his toes into his core, his grip a little bit tighter on the back of Stiles' head as he fucked up into his mouth.

"Gonna make me come--" he started to say and growled, loudly as that groan vibrates around his length. So his baby enjoyed this every bit as much as he did. Good. "Gonna, Stiles, gonna come so hard for you. Are you ready baby? Want it?"

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_stiles
2017-12-04 09:37 pm UTC (link)

Stiles was pretty sure Derek really didn't know what calling him 'baby' did to him. Of course Derek knew he liked it, he used it over and over again, but it filled him with warmth and a feeling of contentment and also sent a soft wave of arousal through him every time. And when he moaned it? Or breathed it out the way he was? Stiles found it difficult to keep his focus on anything.

Coupled with that promise, Stiles was sure he wasn't going to be able to keep his end of the bargain. Derek knew how to eat him out like Stiles had given him a manual for it. His tongue was better than anything Stiles could ever have dreamt up. And the enthusiasm with which Derek went about licking up his slick- fuck, just the thought made more leak from him, running slowly down the back of his thigh.

Stiles groaned shamelessly as Derek's grip tightened, closing his eyes and focusing on taking as much as he could, letting Derek fuck his mouth and use him to reach his orgasm. Stiles was ready, and God he wanted it.

He moaned again, encouragement, opening his eyes once more so that he could see the moment Derek tipped over the edge, so that he could see the pleasure rush through him. Stiles tightened the ring of his lips, sucking, coaxing Derek's orgasm from him.

The first spurt of come over his tongue nearly made Stiles swoon. He tried to swallow, did his best to take everything Derek gave him, but it was impossible. He felt some dribble from his mouth and down his chin, but he kept going, wanting to draw out his mate's pleasure for as long as possible, wanting to taste as much of him as he could.

His own cock twitched, precome running down his shaft. God, he was helpless to whatever Derek wanted. Stiles fingers gripped Derek's hard thighs, still moving his head up and down the other man's come slicked shaft, still moaning at the taste and the deep satisfaction he got from making Derek feel so good.

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surlier
2017-12-05 02:40 am UTC (link)

Whatever manual he received, Stiles seemed to have gotten a similar one for him. Every little sound he made, every fresh burst of his scent that Derek caught in the air only made him more aroused in an endless chase of their pleasure.

He kept his eyes open for as long as he could, watching and when Stiles finally looked up at him, lips stretched around his cock, pretty brown eyes encouraging him -- his own finally slammed shut and he lifted off the bed with a roar as he came over his tongue.

And every time Stiles tried to swallow, he could feel it, his mouth working feverishly to keep his come inside -- Derek keened, teeth bared as his hips jolted and he buried himself anew into his mate's mouth.

Unable to stop himself, he chased the pleasure of Stiles' lips and tongue right up to the point where it was too much, where every little touch bordered on painful before finally easing free, his grip firm on his hair, because knowing his mate, he'd chase his cock.

Derek would do the same thing if their positions were reversed.

Breathing hard, the muscles in his stomach drawing in tight as he gulped in air, he pulled his mate up, stopping to briefly kiss his come-messy mouth before Derek flipped them over.

He could tease -- he could do so many things to delay Stiles' orgasm -- but he knew his mate didn't like to wait and Derek wasn't in the mood to see if he could change his mind. No, he simply flashed Stiles a smirk as he slid down the bed, and promptly sucked his cock down until his nose was buried in the curls at the base. His baby needed, and Derek moaned around him, the taste of his precome thick on his tongue, one arm winding around his hips as he edged his cock into the back of his throat and promptly swallowed around him.

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_stiles
2017-12-05 10:55 am UTC (link)

Stiles would do anything in the world, anything, to hear Derek make that noise. That uncontrolled, almost animalistic noise he made when he came.

And if it wasn’t enough, if having Derek filling his mouth wasn’t enough, he could see Derek’s teeth elongating, feeling the slight prickle of his claws- he liked that he could make Derek lose control in that way.

Stiles whined again as Derek pulled him off of his cock. He wanted to stay there, wanted to clean Derek up. But the kiss was worth it. And maybe Stiles let his guard down a little, because one moment they were kissing, and the next moment he was on his back. Not a position he was complaining about at all. His legs spread wantonly, a little smirk on his face because he knew his body drove Derek crazy.

His cock twitched in anticipation, as though Derek might not see how much he ne fed him. But of course he did-

Stiles cried out, his voice rough from underuse and having Derek down his throat for so long. Derek sank right down, took him so deep- he slid trembling fingers through his mate’s hair, spreading his legs wider as though Derek would need more encouraging. As though he needed the tease of his increasing slick.

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surlier
2017-12-05 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Everything about his mate drove him crazy, including the body that housed him. And this close, it was impossible to miss the scent of his slick, to not want to curl up in it--

But Stiles was making that noise, and his cock twitched as if he hadn't just come thirty seconds ago. And his mate, beautiful sweet mate that he was, was spreading his legs, and he whimpered around his cock. He needed that smell, needed to taste it, and pulled off with a swirl of his tongue around the tip.

Just a little taste -- his free hand guided Stiles' leg up, thigh over his shoulder and he nuzzled at the slick that had already turned his skin damp there. He pressed his nose sharply against the skin, breathing in audibly, a little quiver running through his frame because he wanted that smell. Wanted it all over him, his face, his hands, his cock, his bed, his whole fucking house. Eau du Stiles everywhere.

"You have no idea how good you smell," he ground out and finally gave in to the desire to taste.

Stiles always tasted good, always, and Derek didn't know if now it was because of the bite or the fact that part of what was leaking out of him was his come from last night, or maybe his brain just freaking short circuited with that first taste, cause now it was fucking awesome, and he was moaning and growling as he lapped at his thighs. "Fuck," he managed to gasp-growl, gums going a little sore as his teeth poked out and everything was ignored in favor of Stiles' hands in his hair and the taste of him.

It was a taste that only grew stronger the closer he got to his opening, and by the time he reached it, he was growling with every lick, his grip shifting to Stiles' hips so he could pull him onto his waiting tongue. Anyone else, he would have worried about tongue fucking them half-shifted as he was. Stiles? No. For Stiles he pressed closer until his teeth poked into the flesh of his bottom -- presenting them, but no where close to breaking the skin.

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_stiles
2017-12-05 05:19 pm UTC (link)

Stiles trembled with pleasure as Derek lifted his leg, opening him up wider. He let out another whimper, feeling the slick run from between his legs. Fuck, everything Derek was doing- everything- it was almost worshipful. The nuzzling and the way he inhaled as though he couldn’t get enough...

“It’s all for you,” Stiles rasped out. “Only for you-“ he broke off in a whine as Derek began to lap at his thighs as though he were really starved for Stiles. His fingers slid through Derek’s hair again, petting him. “Want you to turn me on around other people, and them to smell me, want to know no one else can have me. All of this is for you.”

He was pretty confident that he could get off just from listening to Derek growl, just listening to that wolfy side of him, knowing that it was him that was turning Derek on so much.

“Nngh, Yeah, does that taste good? You like that?” Stiles groaned, holdingDerek’s head firmer so that he could roll his hips and push himself down onto his mate’s tongue. He wanted to grind down onto Derek’s face, wanted to pull back and see him covered in his slick. Derek seemed to be one step ahead of those thoughts, though, as he had grabbed Stiles hips to pull him closer.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, Oh God, Derek!” Derek’s claws were pricking at his skin, and that would have been enough, but then Stiles felt the teeth against his bottom, the sharp press of them against his skin. “Of fuck, fuck,” he sobbed, pleasure crashing through him, come splashing across his chest. Both hands curled into Derek’s hair and Stiles finally gave in and rolled his hips down, fucking himself onto Derek’s tongue and chasing more of that feeling. And Derek was growling, gripping him close, almost completely in beta form because of Stiles.

“Yeah, Yeah, take me, fuck. All yours, it’s all yours. You like the taste? You want more?” He trembled, arching, riding against his mates mouth. “Right there, right there-“ Stiles’ cock was still dribbling against his belly. “I’m coming, I’m coming, fuck, yes-“ he cried out, clenching around Derek’s tongue as he came hard again.

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surlier
2017-12-05 07:25 pm UTC (link)

Not for the first time, Derek was thankful that Stiles was his mate. And that he seemed to have a huge kink for his more wolfy traits.

His growl ratcheted up at the mention of other people, his throat vibrating with, but it turned to almost a coo by the time he was done. Other people could smell him, others could even look, but no one was allowed to touch him the way Derek did. No one else could have him like this, body bared and slick, the taste and scent of him flooding into his senses.

He groaned his affirmative. He loved it, loved the way he tasted, loved that this was all for him -- and growled again as he urged Stiles hips up, off the bed, eyes flaring a bright red as he watched his mate. Felt the grip on his hair get tighter, that little tremblemof his thighs, and then he was coming and Derek was doing his best to catch it all,

There was no way he could, Stiles was too wet, slick coating his mouth and cheeks as he fucked his tongue into his mate. As his mate started to push back, a happy little whine vibrating out of him as he lowered him back down and held still so Stiles could work himself into a second orgasm.

His taste was back and stronger, coupled with the scent is his come across his belly and Derek could keep his hips from humping down into the mattress, his own erection no longer quite so sensitive as it had been earlier. It felt good, and what would feel better -- he twisted his hips around, enough that Stiles could see as a hand closed around his length. Careful of his claws, he stroked slow and firm, tongue pushing deep into Stiles. .

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_stiles
2017-12-06 08:24 am UTC (link)

All of Derek’s reactions sent pleasant trembled through Stiles. All of the growls- fuck, he loved it. Derek growling, shifted, eating him out.

He made a sobbing sound at the intensity of the pleasure, the whole experience was almost too intense.

Stiles opened his eyes, watching as Derek moved around, purring at the sight of his mate hard and leaking again. His body was still sensitive, but Derek’s tongue was still working on him, and again Stiles was trembling.

“That feel good?” He asked, watching Derek stroke himself. “You look so hard again. Cos you like how- how I taste?” Derek’s tongue was going to easily work him to another orgasm. “Or how I smell, huh? Your mate, ready for you- can you tell- can you tell how fertile I am from my taste? Can you tell how ready I am to have your child inside me?”

His cock twitched again, his muscles fluttering around Derek’s tongue.

“You gonna jerk off until you come all over me?” He rasped, pulling Derek’s hair again, rolling his hips and pushing down once more. “Or you want to finish inside me? Turn me over and mount me? I know you want to, my wolf. You wanna mount me and knot me again-“

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surlier
2017-12-06 11:54 am UTC (link)

He loved those little trembles, loved that he could get Stiles there, while pumping out so much slick that Derek could stay where he was for hours.

"Not as good as you would," he growled back. It was true, it felt good, but nothing would ever feel as good as being inside his mate. Whether it was his mouth or his sweet, sweet ass that he could stay knotted up in -- nothing would ever that good. His grip tightened at his mate's words, and he pulled back enough to give one languorous lick, gathering up his slick and letting it linger on his tongue.

"I love how you taste." His eyes closed for a second, as he nuzzled between his legs, the tip of his nose brushing lightly against his skin as Derek breathed his scent in. "And I love how you smell." And fuck, it really was like Stiles was made out of his fantasies, he smelled so good.

He couldn't help but shove his tongue back in, just to feel those muscles fluttering around him. It wouldn't take much longer and then he would, then he'd do all the filthy things Stiles was saying, and he let out a little growl as he released his cock and rolled back onto his belly. That Stiles wanted them -- yeah, he loved that too.

His hips lifted up, keeping his cock away from the temptation of the bed, cause he didn't want to come all over the sheets, he wanted -- yeah he wanted Stiles under him, presenting as he mounted him and knotted him until their contraception failed. Taking hold of Stiles' hips, he let out a little whimper, and pulled his mate onto his tongue. "Baby, please, want to," he whined, muffled, teeth moving against his cheeks as he spoke.

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_stiles
2017-12-06 06:07 pm UTC (link)

Stiles gasped out another sob as Derek nuzzled between his thighs. That Derek seemed to be insatiable because of his scent, because of how he tasted. He couldn’t really believe that he could have this kind of an effect on anyone, let alone someone like Derek.

Maybe it as that he smelt fertile, maybe that was what was getting Derek so riled up. Maybe he could taste the need, his pheromones begging to be made pregnant-

He let out a cry when Derek’s tongue pressed deep into him again, muscles clenching, wanting something bigger and thicker inside him. He was losing his damn mind there was so much stimulation. The brush of Derek’s teeth against his skin- Stiles didn’t think he’d be surprised if he could come just from that, from Derek’s fangs grazing his most intimate areas. Maybe it was the thrill, knowing Derek’s wolf was so close to the surface, knowing Derek was controlling himself-

“Wait,” Stiles whimpered once Derek had moved closer, moving out of his mates grip to turn onto his own stomach, to offer his slick soaked bottom to his mate, presenting his eager entrance.

“Now you can have me,” he whispered over his shoulder at his whining mate. “You waited, you did so good. I know how badly you want to be inside me. Come on-“ reaching back, Stiles stroked his fingers through Derek’s hair, pulling him towards his entrance, groaning again at the eager touch of Derek’s tongue.

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surlier
2017-12-06 07:10 pm UTC (link)

Derek didn't know what it was, if it was Stiles pheromones, or if it had to do with his bite. He'd heard that bitten omegas smelled different after their bite to everyone but their mate, and that they seemed to smell stronger to them. If that was true, yeah, Derek could vouch for that.

Maybe it was the knowledge that this was his mate, claimed and knotted -- and currently presenting. For a second hisvision went misty, control lost as he wanted to wag his damn tail, pleased about the mate he'd managed to get. A growl rose in his throat as he found back the full shift that wanted to happen. Did his mate even know how hot he was? How fucking sexy Derek found him?

No matter what they'd discussed last night, the shift needed not to be mid-coitus when they were both so needy for one another -- and Derek fought it back, his face pressed into the curve of Stiles' bottom. And once he was sure it wouldn't go any further, he lapped quick over his entrance. "Mine," was all he could growl back as he rose up behind him, licking all the way up his spine until he could set his teeth against the muscle between neck and shoulder. Not biting, not breaking the skin, just there as he covered his mates body with his own.

"My good boy, offering," he said aginast Stiles' skin, the head of his cock nudging against his entrance. His mate was so slick, so ready, and Derek's hands wrapped around his wrists, holding him tight as he shifted his hips and began the sweet, slow slide inside. It felt so fucking good, a low growl rumbled in his chest and his thighs shuddered as he kept himself from just shoving in.

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_stiles
2017-12-06 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Stiles didn't know enough about being an omega, let alone being a claimed omega, to really make sense of how everything felt. How he just wanted Derek all over him all the time. How he wanted him inside him, knotting him, constantly. Perhaps the newness of their relationship, the coming together of mates, especially an omega and an alpha, especially a newly presented omega... Perhaps they were just very compatible. There could be a million reasons why Stiles needed Derek all over him all of the time.

He didn't even consider the bite, even though he felt something heavier and more tangible between them now, a bond more solid forming.

Stiles was watching over his shoulder when Derek fought back his shift. His eyes widened, a tiny gasp escaping his lips at the shock of desire that rolls through him. He could see it almost like a shimmer around his mate, the shape of his wolf, the full form- He knew it wasn't going to be now, it wouldn't happen right now, but-

"Oh God-" Stiles mewled when Derek's face pressed against him, knowing his teeth were sharp and bare and close to his skin. Derek's tongue could be the death of him, the way he lapped at Stiles, licked him.

Goosebumps followed Derek up Stiles' spine, another little moan falling from his lips when Derek's fangs rested against his neck. He'd been claimed. Derek had claimed him. He was Derek's now.

His heat was incredible, rolling off of Derek as he lay himself over Stiles, who tried desperately to spread his legs further. Not that he needed to-

Stiles sobbed out at the pleasure of Derek's thick length sliding into him. Slow and controlled. It was even worse like that than it was when they went hard and fast. "Derek, please-" he heard himself whimper. "Oh God. You make me feel so full. So full." Stiles turned his head, his eyes wide as he gazed up at his mate. "You wanna fill me up more? I want you to knot me. I want to be full of your come. I want to know how good our contraception is." Like Derek, Stiles was trembling with the restraint of not moving. "I want your baby in me."

The gradual drag of Derek's cock inside him was making Stiles clench, the way his head dragged against Stiles' prostate made him almost weep. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. I need you. Need you to fuck me. I'm yours. I need you to fuck me." He momentarily thought about ramming back against Derek, riding him from this position, taking control. But no, that wasn't what he wanted, that wouldn't satisfy him. Right now he wanted to submit. He wanted to be a good mate for his alpha. "Please? Please?"

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surlier
2017-12-07 02:51 am UTC (link)

There were a dozen reasons why their bond was so strong already, but the bite -- the bite had solidified it, and it was still growing stronger.

As it should be between a wolf and his mate.

Derek let out a soft, affectionate noise once he was buried as deep as he could go, the last of his control spent on that slow, measured thrust of his hips.

He felt Stiles settle under him, that little shift that said hew as trying to get his legs wider, but Derek stayed exactly where he was in a momentary show of patience. "My little mate," he said nearly in a growl. "So good for me, waiting until my tongue was in you to come, and you came so much for me--" He nuzzled up to his ear, rubbing his slick-damp scruff against the rigid edge. "Good boy, baby."

Everything about his mate, down to that whimper that made him suck in a breath was keyed directly into his arousal. Do pass Go and collect every damn cent in the bank.

His smile turned sly when Stiles looked back at him, and he released his wrist in favor of wrapping an arm around his hips, the edge of his claws poking into the skin of his hip. "My mate needs --" Derek started to say as he drew out, a little whimper rattling around in his throat to not feel Stiles along his whole length anymore, red eyes momentarily turning pleading. He needed to be inside -- needed to fill him up, to satisfy his mate, to give him everything --

"So fucking wet for me --" A little part of him wanted to fuck back into him slowly, keep him on this edge for hours, listen to his mate strung out and needy for his cock, but Stiles was begging so pretty--

"Guess who didn't take his pills this morning?" He finally whispered and rocked in, hips driving forward and arm holding him still, keeping Stiles right where he wanted him as that little thread of control snapped and he started fucking his mate in earnest, deep fast strokes that had him moaning and growling, the base of his cock already starting to thicken.

"Gonna baby, gonna knot you up so good, come so much in you, get you pregnant. Gonna take you back to your house tomorrow and have dinner with you and your dad and know that you're already knocked up with our kid, that while you ask him to pass the potatoes, our kid is growing in you--"

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_stiles
2017-12-07 10:12 am UTC (link)

Stiles didn’t know if the feelings he had, the feeling of completeness when Derek was so deep inside him, the warmth that settled over his body and whole soul- they could have been to do with that bond, or just the love he felt for him. But God, he felt so complete the moment Derek’s hips were flush against his bottom.

The praise was almost too much for him. He loved it when Derek spoke to him in such a way. He purred, hearing that sweet noise he’d only started making since they’d come together, “Always. All this for you. Want you to be proud. Want other alphas to know how much I want you-“

He cried out when Derek pulled back, the drag, the following emptiness- the slowness was incredible. They never went slow, but it had Stiles on edge, desperate, hungry for more friction. He’d tell Derek next time. Tell him next time they were in this position. Because now Derek was moving again, fucking him, knocking moans out of Stiles each time.

He hadn’t taken his pills yet. He hadn’t- this would be the third time they’d knotted within hours, he hadn’t taken his pill-

Derek had growled it into his ear and hadn’t stopped. He hadn’t stopped pounding into him. Stiles sobbed, twisting his fingers in the sheets, his erection leaking heavily. And Derek continued talking, talking about their child, about impregnating him now. That tomorrow, by tomorrow, he could be making their child.

He hadn’t taken his pill, that was irresponsible, but it was impossible to feel guilty about that now.

Stiles bowed forward, lifting his bottom higher, changing the angel. Derek’s thick head rubbed his prostate with every rough thrust, and he could feel the gradual swelling of his knot as Derek slammed into him.

“Can feel it-“ He panted. “I can feel it, Alpha. You’re stretching me open-“

Alpha. He didn’t call Derek that, only to tease. It came so naturally in the moment. He cried out, another sobbing sound as Derek finally caught, his knot finally too big to pull out.

“Yes, Yes, please- oh- oh god, Derek-“ Stiles whimpered before another orgasm rocked through him. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes. “Don’t stop. Don’t . Give me everything.” His clenching muscles made Derek feel even bigger, his rim squeezing around his mates knot, holding it against his prostate and prolonging the pleasure.

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surlier
2017-12-07 12:05 pm UTC (link)

"Am proud," he growled out. He'd gotten himself such a good mate, so willing, and hot, and eager, sharp witted and smart, and he gave into the desire to nuzzle his whole face into the back of his shoulder, all teeth and scruff for his mate.

Neither one of them had taken their pills. And maybe it'd be okay to wait and maybe it wouldn't, and maybe this was irresponsible, but Stiles wasn't telling him to pull out and Derek -- Derek wasn't going to until hie did. A good alpha gave his omega what he wanted, and they both wanted this.

He could hear it in that little sob, smell it in the way pre-come dripped from Stiles and onto the sheets that were already laden with their scent. What Derek couldn't smell was guilt and a licked a stripe up the side of his neck. It didn't lurk in his taste either, and he growled happily, pleased.

"Know that's what you want," he ground out, a shiver raking down his spine at Stiles calling him Alpha, his knot thickening a little faster.

"God, can feel you taking it, squeezing it, fuck, Stiles, couldn't stop now--" and gasped when he felt those muscles clenching around him, around his growing knot. It felt so fucking good, Stiles was tight anyway, so tight and good and now it felt like his muscles were trying to get more out of him, get everything --

Derek could feel the pleasure climbing up from his toes, hips still bucking forward, little by little, rubbing his growing knot against Stiles' prostate and nearly howling as the pleasure latched in his belly and his knot popped as big as it'd get, body curling over Stiles' as he came with a roar. His arm stayed tight around his hips, keeping him right there, so perfectly presented for him to grind his cock in and keep pumping him full. "Good boy, good boy," he whispered as soon as he could catch his breath again.

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_stiles
2017-12-07 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Oh yeah, Stiles loves the way that half shifted Derek had to bite out his words, the slur of them around his teeth. There doesn’t seem to be a thing about Derek in any form that he didn’t find hot. He liked the growl of the two words as much as he liked their meaning.

He didn’t know what Derek was thinking, he didn’t know what he was learning from Stiles’s scent, or the way he tasted, but the next growl sounded pleased. Whatever it was, his mate was happy about it, and Stiles was glad that he could please him.

He felt- fuck - he felt the heavy pulse in Derek’s knot, the way it was growing inside him, keeping him full.

“Always, always want it. Want it all-“ Stiles panted. “You’re so big. Want you to come, want you to fill me, Derek.”

He wouldn’t have been surprised if his muscles were clenching to milk Derek’s orgasm from him. That or he was just desperate to keep his mate close, keep him inside him. Keep him right there against his prostate, because he was going to come again.

“Fuck-“ Stiles sobbed when once more he felt the knot inside him swell, his fingers clenching in the sheets as he let out another cry that was drowned out by the roar of his mate. Derek was coming, filling him, and Stiles was pretty sure he was about to lose his goddamn mind. Another orgasm was rolling through him as he was covered by Derek’s body and filled with his seed. And he wasn’t stopping, he was still rolling his hips, and tears were rolling down Stiles’ cheeks.

He trusted that Derek could smell the pleasure on him, that the tears were nothing but overwhelming pleasure.

He wanted to be pregnant. Right now. All of this, this time, everything had felt different, more intense. He felt more connected to Derek beyond their physical contact. He felt so much more.

“Keep going, give me everything,” he whimpered. “Fill me up. I want your child. I want your pup inside me. God, your knot- your knot is so big. I’m so stretched.”

It was definitely different. Stiles felt almost high from the pleasure, and though part of him desperately wanted to believe it was because he had conceived, again he needed to know more about their new bond. Perhaps it was that. And if it meant their sex was always going to be this intense then he would welcome it.

“I love you. Love you so much, Der-“

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surlier
2017-12-07 07:28 pm UTC (link)

His mate didn't have to beg for Derek to keep him full, but Derek loved hearing it, loved knowing that he and their kids were wanted so badly by Stiles that he'd do that.

And even under his roar, he could hear that cry, feel the shudder that ran though his mate when he came, the burst of salty-sweet that meant Stiles came. But his mate wasn't stopping -- his beautiful, fabatasic mate that wanted their kids as much as he did -- was still rolling his hips up, teasing at his knot and Derek growled against his shoulder. Stiles still needed -- his mouth opened, teeth setting against his shoulder as he shoved in, knot throbbing as more of his come pulsed out to fill him.

There were tears, but nothing in his scent, only the spicy sweet of arousal and pleasure. "Okay?" He asked even as he rocked in hard enough to nearly push Stiles flat against the bed with a littl rumble.

Whatever was going on between them, the need that he couldn't shake to stay buried deep and keep Stiles full of his knot, or the one to provide whatever he needed -- Derek wasn't in a place to resist. He wanted it, wanted Stiles full, pregnant, provided for, happy. His free arm came up to wrap around his chest, keep them flush as his hips edged forward, rutting his knot into the slight swell of Stiles' prostate.

"Love you. Mine. Mine. My mate. My Stiles. My Mieczyslaw," He crooned in return, the words sloppy around his still enlarged teeth. He nursed his nose against the healing bite mark on his throat, and breathed out noisily, shuddering as the muscles gripping him worked another pulse of come out.