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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Busy weekend?” John asked.

“Stuff with the pack,” Stiles replied easily.

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

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

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

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

“Dad-“

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

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_stiles
2017-12-04 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.

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_stiles
2017-12-08 10:29 am UTC (link)

Stiles tensed and shivered happily at the press of teeth against his neck. He knew Derek was coming again, he could feel each time, not just from the stuttering of his hips and his growl; he could feel it inside him.

“Nngh, Yeah. Yeah- I’m good,” he whispered in response, even though Derek was still fucking into him. Which Stiles was absolutely not complaining about. Especially since he could feel the vibrations of Derek’s rumbles all through him

And God, he loved being that close to Derek. He loved the way Derek held him right up to his body. He loved that they couldn’t be parted now. Loved the thought that they wouldn’t until his mate was satisfied he was pregnant. Even if he wasn’t.

Stiles let out another cry as Derek rutted against him and rubbed his prostate. Everything was so sensitive. Everything felt so good.

The growl of his given name sent a shudder of pleasure through him, his cock leaking, fingers twisting in the sheets as he came once again.

Derek was pressed possessively over his back, growling, his fangs pressed gently against his neck- he wasn’t fully shifted, but if anything it just made Stiles want it more.

“The others will be able to smell, won’t they? They’ll know we’ve been mating since yesterday?” He wanted to see Scott’s face when he smelt them, though he didn’t know if he’d know what it meant. Or if that would be enough to convince him-

“Would you-“ Stiles rocked back against Derek, groaning as his mate’s knot rubbed his prostate. Too sensitive. “Would you be able to smell if I was pregnant? Would I smell different? Do I smell or taste different now? Now you’ve claimed me?” He drew in a breathe. “This feels different, this time.”

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surlier
2017-12-08 12:05 pm UTC (link)

If Stiles had smelled of distress, or worse, if he'd smelled like he had two-- three days ago, when he was lying in Derek's bed crying, his scent turning sour, he would have stopped like he had then. That scent wasn't there this time, it was warm-happy-delicious and Derek could not stop pressing his face into Stiles' skin to breathe it in directly from the source.

He grinned for half a second when he heard and felt Stiles coming again, a fresh punch of sweet pleasure in the air, and growled as his orgasm chased his mate's. Exactly as it should have. And he knew, knew Stiles could come at least a few more times before they were both exhausted.

"Humans would be able to tell," Derek rasped out. Anything with a sense of smell keener that would know that they'd been occupied, as new mates often were.

Nuzzling into the constellation of beauty marks across his shoulder and throat, his arm still tight around his hips, Derek rolled them onto their sides carefully. Being knotted was a vulnerable time, not only due to the knot that would hurt both of them if he was pulled free, but all of his senses were focused on Stiles and his ability to move hampered if anything happened.

But they were safe here. And he felt that little away motion when Stiles rocked back, knew what it was, and nuzzled his shoulder, his free hand splaying over his chest. Maybe something else to focus on would help. "Probably," he answered as his palm slid over his skin, the edge of one claw teasing over one of Stiles' nipples.

"You do," he added with a low croon, unable to stop the little jostle of his hips, wanting to feel Stiles coming on him again. "Smell and taste. Want you to come again baby, got more to give you." More to ensure that Stiles would get pregnant. The red was still present in his eyes, but his teeth began to slowly recede, his instincts for his mate beginning to feel satiated for the time being.

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_stiles
2017-12-08 05:13 pm UTC (link)

Stiles grinned as Derek nuzzled hungrily against him. That he was giving off a scent that his mate found so addicting pleased Stiles no end. He liked that he was a good mate. He was a good mate for Derek. He did everything a good omega should do.

“Hm,” Stiles purred happily at the thought of everyone knowing. That Derek’s pack would know he’d picked his mate and claimed him. The bite on his neck would be enough, but he wanted them to know Derek was enjoying his body, too. That Stiles was arousing and fertile and would be so good for the pack.

He didn’t resist as Derek moved them, knowing it wouldn’t be a good idea to move against the motion of his mate. He knew he was safe with Derek wrapped around him, he knew nothing could hurt him. Not only because they were alone, but his mate would keep him safe.

And God, he really hoped that Derek would be able to smell if he was pregnant. He hoped that his scent changed to tell Derek something had happened. The thought warmed him, and then Derek was wriggling against and Stiles moaned.

“Yes,” he sighed in agreement. “Give me everything-“

The brush over his nipples made Stiles gasp, muscles fluttering around Derek’s knot. He could come again. He wanted Derek to come again.

“Here, touch me here-“ Stiles whispered, guiding Derek’s hands to his chest, to both nipples and the (maybe slightly softening) area around them. He moved Derek’s fingers, making him grope, showing him just what he wanted. It was rough but sensual. At the same time he rolled his hips, pushing down against Derek’s cock, rubbing himself against his knot. Derek was right, with the distraction it wasn’t too much. No, it was good. Very good.

Stiles moaned happily. “You like this?” He asked, tipping his head to allow Derek more room to breathe in his scent. “You like me using you for my pleasure? Riding your knot, making you come, using you to get pregnant.” That wasn’t true, of course, they both wanted it, but Stiles wasn’t going to have a baby with anyone else. “Gonna make you come inside me again. Gonna make sure I have your child inside me-“

He bit down on his lip, then let out the cry he saw no reason to hold back. His hips moved faster, riding the thick knot inside him.

“Yes, Yes, Derek, right there. Right there, baby. Fuck- fuck, so good. I’m so close, so close- oh god.”

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surlier
2017-12-09 08:02 pm UTC (link)

The only thing that pleased Derek more than the way that Stiles smelled was the knowledge that it was all for him. The claim he left -- the bite -- meant that he'd only ever smell that good to Derek. No one else. Not the alpha assholes at the station, not the ones at school, no one. He might smell nice to them, but never the way he smelled to Derek.

And that bite - it made him growl happily as he nosed against it. He'd have his own in a few weeks, but it seemed like it wasn't quite soon enough. He wanted it now, wanted to show off Stiles' mark and his status as a mated alpha.

"Always, always," he promised. Whatever Stiles wanted, whenever he wanted it.

He groaned as those muscles fluttered around him, mouth edging into a wide smile, loving that little show of Stiles' pleasure.

Following his mate's orders, he groped and plucked and toyed with his nipples until they were poking hard into his fingertips. "Can't wait to taste these when they're leaking milk--" he growled out, words lost in a moan as Stiles started fucking himself onto his knot, muscles going tense as he chased his pleasure.

"Yes," and it was barely a word, more of a growl as his free arm wrapped around Stiles' middle, holding him close as the edge of his nails raked up the hard points of his nipples. "Love seeing you like this, so needy, so eager for my come--"

Those cries were going to be the end of him, his growl rumbling around in his chest as he jerked forward, hips shoved against the plump swell of his ass to make sure Stiles got everything he needed. "Do it baby, do it, wanna feel you--" He panted out, and then he got his wish, those muscles trying to clamp down around his knot, trying to keep everything inside while Derek howled, knot throbbing as more come pulsed out of him.

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_stiles
2017-12-09 11:07 pm UTC (link)

"Oh my God," Stiles mewled at the attention to his nipples, though Derek's words really made him ache. Milk. Yeah. Milk for their child that he'd share with Derek-

"Greedy for it," he panted, eyes fluttering closed. "Yeah, Derek-" another orgasm raced through him, his body tensing in Derek's arms, moaning out his pleasure loudly.

Derek always gave him what he wanted. Because he was Stiles' mate, Stiles' alpha. It was his instinct to provide anything Stiles asked of him, even if he asked for Derek to come inside him again and again, to fill him, to put a child in him. If he said harder, faster, now, Derek would comply, because Stiles was his mate-

He could feel a pulse in his neck where the bite was. The bite that he would happily take every day until his heat, when they would claim each other properly, both of them, and it would be there forever, marking Stiles as Derek's.

Stiles was almost dizzy with pleasure, with the amount of come inside him, Derek wrapped around him. His hands migrated down slowly, slowly, resting against his belly as he tried to catch his breath. "Derek-" he breathed, turning his head, seeking his mate's lips. "I love you so much."

It did feel different. It still felt different. As they lay there, curled up, half dozing as they waited for Derek's knot to go down, Stiles could feel sparks in his veins, all the way through him. He was aware of Derek in a new way, as though in another dimension or something. Another level. Maybe it was the bite, maybe it was just that their bond had strengthened, had taken on a more supernatural element, and Stiles was just growing accustomed to what that meant. Maybe- and it was unlikely, he knew it was unlikely- maybe it was because their bond had really been solidified, created a life inside him.

His phone buzzed and Stiles reached for it, pleased that it was in arms reach so that he didn't have to get Derek to move. It was Scott, telling him he'd be over early so that they could sort everything out. As though it were his idea. Stiles snorted, cuddling back against Derek's chest.

If he was a dick for wanting Scott to know they'd spent the morning mating, then so be it. If he was a dick for wanting Scott to see the bite on his neck and freak out, then he was absolutely one.

Derek was snoozing still, and Stiles guided his hand to cover his belly. Maybe there was no one in there yet, but there would be one day. That was certain. He wondered if the betas would like their new little pack brother or sister. He was sure Boyd would be stupidly happy. Erica would want to dress them up and play with them all the time. Isaac would be scared he'd break them.

Derek...Derek was going to be an amazing dad. Stiles had no doubt about that, and that was why he wasn't worried about them having a baby so soon. Derek would dote on their child, on Stiles, he'd bend over backwards to make their lives easier. He was lucky. He was incredibly lucky, and he hadn't felt this safe in many years, falling asleep again with absolute ease in the security of his mate's arms.

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surlier
2017-12-10 07:35 pm UTC (link)

He let out a wordless noise of complaint when Stiles moved to get the phone, that inch of separation between his chest and Stiles' back was rude and unwanted, but he quieted as soon as their skin was touching once again.

His hand fanned out across Stiles' still flat belly. One day it'd swell beneath his palm and fingers with a life they created, and he smiled, nuzzling into the juncture of throat and shoulder at the thought. Theirs.

One eye cracked open to read over Stiles' shoulder, but it was only Scott. "You should call your dad later," he said, rough and slow. They'd see Scott in a few hours, but Derek knew that Stiles' dad would want to know how he was, make sure he was okay regardless of how much he trusted Derek.

And he had to call Deaton. They both missed their morning pill and before he gave Stiles his -- he wanted to know if it would harm, or induce an abortion if Stiles became pregnant while on it. He should have asked the other day, but he hadn't thought about it. And he was fairly sure the pills he was taking wouldn't harm anything, but maybe he should ask about his as well.

And if he was already pregnant?

Derek let out a little growl, throwing his leg over Stiles's hips and rolled forward, blanketing him with his own body. "Mine," he growled, happily still smiling as he drifted into sleep, the slow, deep breaths of his mate saying that Stiles already had.

He was still half covering Stiles' when he woke up later, his softened cock having slipped free of his body already and immediately he nuzzled into Stiles' shoulder. That smell, the scent of his mate, was already thick on the air. Not his arousal, but his new scent, like the smell of cookies placed close to an open window in the fall, all leaves and sweetness.

His mated scent.

A little part of him wanted to roll Stiles over and wake him up as sweetly as his mate had done for him earlier, but he was still resting, and Derek had already wrung several orgasms from him already. Tomorrow morning.

But that knowledge didn't stop him from rolling Stiles over now and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Stay here baby, gotta take a piss." And make a phone call. He wanted answers before Stiles was awake if he could get them.

Withdrawing slowly from the bed, he grabbed his phone and headed for the bathroom. Pee first, and as soon as he was flushing the toilet, he punched in the number for Deaton. Tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder, he headed for the kitchen.

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_stiles
2017-12-11 08:31 am UTC (link)

Fderek’s little huff and the eagerness with which he pulled Stiles back against his body pleased Stiles no end. Derek’s possessiveness, his desire to keep him close, it was so nice.

“I know,” Stiles said softly, lacing his fingers through Derek’s where they lay against his abdomen. He’d need to tell his dad about the bite before he got home. He knew his dad would be able to smell it on him immediately, both as an alpha and a parent, but it wouldn’t be polite of him to just turn up and make his dad deal with that. “I’ll do it when I wake up-“ as though he wasn’t awake right now.

He chuckled when Derek draped himself over his body. “Yeah, big guy. I’m all yours.”

Stiles huffed softly when Derek got up, but he wasn’t ready to wake properly again. He just spread himself out over the bed, over the warm patch that Derek had left.

In all honesty, Deaton has been expecting a phone call from Derek or Stiles ever since they last came in. Mostly he’d assumed they’d call to check the medication was okay, or whether Stiles was too young to conceive, or something related to that. So seeing Derek’s name flashing up on the screen made a satisfied smile creep over his lips.

“Good morning Derek,” he answered cheerily. He listened to Derek’s concern about the pill, was again unsurprised that the two of them had been so surely mated in less that twenty four hours, and offered his comfort.

“If He is pregnant, taking his pill again won’t hurt him. Or the foetus. It’s supposed to make his body think he’s already with child, if there is a baby there it simply won’t do anything. He may get stronger symptoms of pregnancy, but I’m sure you’ll both think that’s a minor inconvenience.” He paused for a moment. “I’d just like to advise you to be more careful. I’m sure you asked for contraception for a reason. And if you aren’t following the prescription then he will get pregnant. Especially during his heat. If you skip a pill then it’ll be miraculous if he doesn’t conceive. I wasn’t just telling you he was fertile to flatter you, Derek.”

Deaton has known the Hales a very very long time. Long enough to be frank and honest with whichever one came to him for advice.