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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
2017-12-06 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.

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surlier
2017-12-11 12:03 pm UTC (link)

"Good morning, Deaton."

He let out a little breath he didn't know he'd been holding once Deaton said it wouldn't hurt the fetus if Stiles took it while he was pregnant. If he'd thought about it, Deaton would never give something like that, but there was still an urge to make sure, to give their future children the best possible safety.

"I -- I know," he said, slightly guilty at he leaned forward and put his head against a cabinet door. "We haven't missed one, but he hasn't taken his pill yet this morning." It was still morning, just a little closer to noon than not. "Do we have a few hours where he can take it or does it need to be the same time every day?"

And speaking of pills, he needed to take his own.

It was a responsible decision. Deaton's frank manner was only a reminder of that.

Stepping back, he kept the phone pressed between shoulder and ear as he started gathering fruit and bacon out of the fridge to start breakfast. Brunch. Whatever.

"And he said -- and maybe he should be the one talking to you about it, but while I've got you on the phone, he mentioned that he felt -- sad, when we hadn't conceived. It didn't last very long, but I could smell it."

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

"It would be a lot more efficient if you took them at the same time every day," Deaton replied gently. He could hear in Derek's tone that this was really troubling him, that he was genuinely worried for his mate. And Deaton appreciated that. Of course he expected nothing more from Derek, he was Talia's son, he was a good man, a strong alpha, it stood to reason he would be an involved mate.

"If the two of you find yourself a little too busy in the mornings, perhaps try and aim for lunch time?" he suggested, amusement in his voice. "And I would think it would be okay, the effects of the pill don't tend to wear off as soon as your twenty four hours have passed. Perhaps a grace period of a day, but no more.

Deaton listened to the movement on the other end of the phone, waiting for whatever it was that was still on Derek's mind.

"Hm-" he sat down himself, reclining on his chair as he gave the words some thought. "I don't think it's a particularly common issue. With couples trying to conceive, certainly, but that would be when they find out they aren't with child. There is some writing on the matter, from what I can recall. You're very much true mates, and he is very young, newly presented, with an alpha wolf as his mate. Those are a lot of factors that could very well be making him subconsciously more aware of his body. The sadness- well, it is in his nature to want to provide a child for you. Even if the two of you are actively preventing his pregnancy, he may on some very base level believe he's letting you down, or that there might be something wrong with him. I'm sure he isn't that aware of it, you love him very well, Derek. And he is very capable of conceiving. I'm sure, too, very capable of knowing when he has."

Deaton paused, thinking for a moment longer. "I think as he gets a little older, a little more mature, and his body gets used to the pill, he'll stop feeling that way. His more rational nature will take over from his instincts. Perhaps your reassurance will help ease his sadness if he feels that way again. There is a lot of silent communication going on between you that you may not even know yourself. Reassure him, remind him you're waiting for a reason, and that he will make you beautiful, healthy children when the time is right."

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

"Okay, so an hour or two won't hurt anything." Maybe closer to four at this rate, but Deaton did say a day. And Derek fully intended on giving Stiles his pill once he brought up brunch for him.

It didn't stop him from smiling a little at the amusement in Deaton's voice. "Maybe we'll find a better time of day, but we'll see."

Peering down at the pile of food in front of him, he made a quiet noise before he grabbed the eggs too. Stiles was going to need plenty of calories, and the way they were burning through them --

He went quiet, listening and puttering around the kitchen while Deaton talked. "He was quick to think something was wrong with him," Derek noted. While he didn't believe there was anything wrong with Stiles, he wanted to ensure that his mate was fine, that was it wasn't a cause for worry. "I'll make sure that he knows he hasn't then." On a base level though, Derek knew that would be easier said than done.

"He's -- we're trying to wait for his summer heat. If he gets pregnant then, he'll almost be done with his freshman year at college, or shortly after he will be, and then he can spend the summer at home with us," Derek explained in a rush. It made sense. It was a good, responsible plan, and yet every time he got his hands on Stiles, he wanted to forget all about it. "I'm having some problems with my own instincts," he said quietly and cracked some eggs into a pan.

"And he smells different now. Tastes different too, but I'm guessing that has something to do with his claiming bite?" It was a question, yet clear that Derek was fairly sure of the answer. "And you said he doesn't need to take them on his heat, correct? Just before and after? I don't know that he'll take them then, especially if he knows what they're for."

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_stiles
2017-12-12 08:37 am UTC (link)

“I’m sure he was, this has all happened very quickly for him. He was distraught when I saw him only the other week when he had just presented. Now he has a mate and is talking about pups- You’ve known him a long time, Derek, and he’s mature for his age, but he’s still very young. He has a lot going on even if he isn’t aware of it all. Not to sound cliche, but his body is changing- you remember. It’s puberty all over again.”

Deaton listened to Derek lay out their plan for beginning their family. It sounded well thought out, but reality was always different.

“Do you think you’ll remember to keep taking your pill during his first heat?” Deaton asked gently. As Stiles’ mate, Derek would be almost as consumed as Stiles then. “There’s nothing I can prescribe for that that wouldn’t make the both of you almost irreparabley miserable. So-“ Deaton paused again. “You’ve claimed him already?” Again he sounded amused. He had no reason to be concerned about the intensity of their relationship. “But yes, that will do it. He’ll smell and taste different to you and everyone else. It may even ease the sensation he feels knowing you’ve claimed him even though he isn’t pregnant. You may even notice from that that he’s with child before any symptoms start. And you’re correct. Just before and after. They would have stopped him ovulating, it’ll be fine.”

Deaton listened to the sound of Derek moving around. “Is there anything else?”

Derek was still gone when Stiles woke up again. He stretched and breathed in the scent of them in the bed, smiling happily. He should call his dad. Use this time alone to let him know about the bite.

His dad was pleased to hear from him, of course, glad he was safe with Derek, as though there were any doubt.

“So, Dad, there’s something else-“

“Are you pregnant?” John asked quickly. It wouldn’t exactly surprise him if there been a little ‘accident’ already. Although perhaps one night was a little too soon to tell.

“What? No, dad. We only- we hadn’t-“ Stiles sputtered. “No. No, Derek claimed me last night. But me-“

John was silent for a second. “He turned you?” He asked.

“No. No, just claimed me. I wanted you to know before you saw the mark.”

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

"I do remember." Sometimes it was hard to remember that this was all new to Stiles with the seamless way they fit together on nearly every level, but it did need to be remembered. His mate needed a lot of reassurance and Derek was happy to provide it.

And as for Stiles' first heat -- he'd helped omegas through them before, but never his own mate. It wasn't overpowering with them, but he could see how with Stiles it might be. "I don't -- I'll have to figure something out." Something that wouldn't harm either of them, or make them miserable. "We -- I--" he flushed up to the tips of his ears. "Yes, last night." It was fast, Derek knew that, but it also felt right. "I knew that he was going to smell different to others after, but I didn't know how much it was going to change for me."

It was all for the better though, and Derek had no regrets as he continued to cook them breakfast, the bacon sizzling loudly in the skillet. "So, he should be -- he shouldn't end up pregnant this time, as long as I remember to take my pill. Got it." Remembering that was going to be a challenge, but he'd find a way. "Thank you, Deaton. For everything." For listening to a young Alpha worried about his mate. "I'll call if there's anything else."

Their goodbye's made, Derek hung up the phone and had just picked up the fruit when he heard Stiles wake up and make a call. Smiling, he started cutting it while he talked with his dad.

John was not going to ask what they hadn't done. It was one of those questions with Stiles where the answer might be more concerning than what he could actually imagine.

"Is it somewhere decent?" He asked, finger hovering over the Facetime button.

Once his son confirmed that it was, he tapped it and waited for Stiles' face to appear on his screen. "Let me see."

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

“I doubt anyone is really prepared. It’s a very intimate thing,” Deaton said gently, hoping to reassure again. “Derek, if all of my patients cares about their omegas, or just their mates as much as you do I’d be a very happy man.” He knew many alphas who wouldn’t call in to ask about their mates well being. Many omegas would have to call on their own if they were worried. Some wouldn’t be able to convince their mates to come for appointments for anything as menial as their mental wellbeing. “I have no concerns about the two of you at all. Enjoy your weekend.”

“Dad! Jeez, come on!” Stiles whined as his caller ID flashed up on his screen. He was still in bed! But his dad wouldn’t take that as a good enough reason.

“Stiles,” John said gruffly, scanning what he could see of his son on the screen. “Show me.”

Stiles huffed again and turned his head to show his dad the bite. It was the first time he’d seen it, too. It was high enough on his neck that other people could see it, but it wasn’t trashy. A flush crept into his cheeks and a smile onto his lips as he admired it.

“Hmph,” John replied, though he too was pleased with its position. “I suppose it’s for the best. And neither of you looked like you were going to change your mind. Stiles?”

“Huh?” Stiles blinked, snapping out of his dreamy admiration of his mark. “No, we’re not changing our minds.”

“Okay, kid. Just make sure you keep taking your pill. You’re both over for dinner tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, Dad,” stiles rolled his eyes, smiling fondly.

“Okay. Love you. Love to Derek.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

Stiles settled down on the bed to admire the mark on his neck again, using the reverse camera on his phone, looking at it from various angles as Derek walked in with so much breakfast. Stiles eyes widened.

“I was going to say this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said of his bite. “But I’ve changed my mind. Mostly naked you and food wins by like a million miles.”

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surlier
2017-12-12 09:52 pm UTC (link)

Derek had paused in the doorway to watch Stiles for a moment, phone moving slightly as he admired the mark Derek had left on him the night before. It was a nice looking mark, high and proud, and not the huge thing that certain alphas preferred, but something normal sized. It wasn't a mark to show off his dominance, it was a mark to show that Stiles had a mate.

"I don't know," he said, quiet and fond. "I think its pretty sexy." How he'd gotten it had been sexy too.

For the first time, he wished that he had a tray, something to help him carry all the food into the bedroom, but he managed by having one large bowl for the fruit, and two smaller plates for the eggs and bacon. They didn't need to eat off separate dishes, ultimately, but he did bring a fork for each of them.

"Not like we haven't been burning off calories." And it wasn't like they weren't going to burn off more before the day was done.

"I called Deaton while you were snoozing. You called your dad?" He asked as he sat down beside Stiles on the bed, and spread the dishes out in front of them. In a little cup, tucked in the bowl of fruit was Stiles' pill. Derek handed it to him first.

"And I did ask him -- pill's safe to take, even if you are pregnant. It won't hurt anything." That was -- the was the important part, even if the tops of his cheeks flushed a little in pleasure at the thought of their child already growing within Stiles.

"I asked him about being sad too, and he said it's not abnormal. That -- you have a new set of instincts too. And of course you want to provide," he added, leaning over to kiss the tip of his shoulder, and then his bite mark. "And you're going to. I know you are."

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_stiles
2017-12-13 08:27 am UTC (link)

“I’m not arguing that it’s not sexy,” Stiles smiled a little bashful, giving his neck one more look before he put his phone down.

He eyed their breakfast closer as Derek approached, his stomach giving an appreciative rumble. “We have been, Yeah,” he agreed, inching over on the bed to make room. Like Derek, he knew they’d be burning off plenty more over the weekend.

Stiles paused with some fruit halfway to his mouth when Derek mentioned Deaton. “Yeah, I called dad. He wanted to see. First time I saw it too,” he said quietly, a happy blush colouring his cheeks. “He approved. I think he thought it was a bit soon but he knows we’re not going to change our minds.” He looked at the pill, remembering the feeling last night that had almost brought him to tears. Twice. He didn’t feel it now, though. Maybe it was just a preliminary side effect of his pill.

Stiles lifted his eyes and looked at Derek for a long moment. He thought they could be pregnant now. Of course there was a chance, but Derek had actually checked with Deaton. He tipped his head gently as Derek leant over to kiss his shoulder and neck, reaching up a hand to run his fingers through Derek’s hair.

“I’m going to do my best,” Stiles whispered. He didn’t have any doubt about his fertility before. Deaton has made them take extra precautions, but there was still that tiny nagging feeling that maybe he couldn’t. Maybe that was a side effect too. His body knew he should be pregnant now, and he wasn’t. “Are you going to kiss me and reassure me every time I’m stupidly worried I’m not pregnant, even though we’re both trying to actively prevent it?” He asked, forcing out a laugh, leaning in to Derek’s side.

“I love you,” Stiles said quietly. “Thank you. For calling him.” He knew, just as Deaton did, just as Derek no doubt did, that not all alphas would do that for their mates.

They had a bit of time between breakfast and Scott arriving, a little bit of which was spent getting dressed and making sure the sofa wasn’t too incriminating (and searching for smears of slchocolate from the cake that had been discarded the night before) and maybe airring our then loft slightly out of politeness. But in the remaining time Stiles wanted nothing but Derek, unsurprisingly. There wasn’t time for them to do anything intimate and naked, but Stiles happily arranged his mates body on the sofa and lay himself comfortably on top of him, legs tangled, his head on Derek’s chest, listening to his heart beating.

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surlier
2017-12-13 11:36 am UTC (link)

"It is soon," Derek confirmed. "And we aren't." Derek knew who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and luckily enough, Stiles seemed to be 100% on board with that plan. But he also wasn't surprised that the Sheriff wanted to see the mark, or that Stiles had obviously been checking it out after. "I'm glad you're not arguing it, and that you like it," he said quietly, cheeks flushing. It was his mark, their mark, and Derek would have been horrified if he hadn't liked it.

Settling down beside him, he didn't try fighting back the grin that came with Stiles' fingers in his hair. "I know you are. He and I talked about it and I would have waited but you were sleeping and I wanted to make sure you got enough rest," he said as he slipped an arm around Stiles' waist. "I am. He thinks you're getting sad because your body thinks you should be pregnant, and you want to provide children even though we're taking steps to prevent it, yet every time you aren't able to it seems like you've failed. And you haven't. And you won't. When we're ready, you're going to make us beautiful, healthy kids," he stated with absolute surety as he kissed along the top of Stiles' shoulder.

"Unless you're complaining about the kisses," he tried to tease as he nudged his body into his mate's. "I love you too. I wanted to make sure that everything was all right--" and he had. While he knew that all alphas weren't like him, it had still surprised him to hear about how many alphas wouldn't have checked, and he nuzzled at Stiles' shoulder a moment longer before pushing all the plates a little closer to him. "Dig in."

It was a perfect lazy Saturday, made even better by having the windows in the loft open to air it out a little (the bedroom was going to be a lost cause, and yet Derek wasn't the least bit upset about it), and by having Stiles laying on top of him, their ribs moving together with every breath. He'd taken to tracing lines up and down his spine, with a frequent divergence to run his fingertips between his beauty marks.

"You know we should probably put on pants before everyone arrives." Particularly Scott, who might be tempted by seeing them naked. And really, knowing that Scott thought of Stiles as family -- Derek wouldn't have let them parade around naked in front of the Sheriff either. "Or are we going to put off putting on clothes until I hear him come up the driveway?" He asked with a little grin, clearly favoring that idea.

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_stiles
2017-12-13 08:23 pm UTC (link)

"I do! I do like it. It's just the right height that the top of it'll show when I'm wearing a tshirt," Stiles said with a grin. "So it's not like I'm showing it off really, right?" He beamed and touched his fingers to it again. "I know a couple of girls at school think you're just sleeping with me cos you wanted a virgin omega and you're going to dump me soon- and a couple of them think I've drugged you with my omega scent, like I've roofied you," Stiles chuckled. "Jokes on them, I'm gonna grow really old with you."

He listened to Derek, listened to the details of the conversation he'd had with Deaton, and nodded his head. It made sense, he supposed. And he wanted to give Derek babies so badly. He'd gone from zero to one thousand on that in such a short space of time.

"I'm not complaining," Stiles said affectionately. "I know Deaton said I'm fertile, that there's nothing wrong with me, that we need to wear five condoms for safety, but I want it so badly, Der. I want to give you little pack members with your name and your blood and your eyes, and nose, and your teeth." He pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek, and obediently went ahead and started on breakfast.

"Pants, boo," Stiles murmured, words half muffled by Derek's chest. "Hmph. I suppose we should do something, get used to being clothed and not laying on top of each other," he huffed, as though it were the biggest problem they could possibly face. "S'nice, though. I like your fingers on me. And in me-" he smirked. Later- later he and Derek would very much enjoy themselves. But they had to behave, didn't they? The betas would probably be okay with them touching, with heavy petting, possibly with more, because Derek was their alpha, Stiles was his mate- But Scott wouldn't put up with it. Stiles worried he'd either fight Derek because of their familial bond, or he'd fight Derek because Stiles' scent would confuse him.

"Kay, okay, I'll go look for pants," he pushed himself to his feet and swayed his hips as he headed for the bedroom again. "But only because it's fun when you rip them off of me."

Scott text when he was on his way, when Stiles was once again covering Derek with his own body, sitting in his lap, treating him to slow, deep kisses. It was afternoon, they hadn't had sex for hours, a gentle make-out session was fine, right? And Stiles was only a little bit wet. Sure, he wanted Derek's fingers inside him now, but they were behaving. Technically.

He could hear the creak of the elevator even without wolf hearing, and he grumbled, finally sliding off of Derek's lap, straightening his clothes out, and putting himself into the headspace of 'I'm really glad to see my best friend even though he's a complete jackass'.

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surlier
2017-12-14 03:00 am UTC (link)

Hell, Stiles could wear a turtle neck and it would probably be visible right above the collar. Not that Derek minded, and he didn't mind the thought of Stiles showing it off either, as he knew he would show off his own once he had it.

He couldn't wait to have it.

"I'll reward you later for your good behavior," he called out as he watched His little naked cheeks heading for the bedroom. It was a shame to cover that ass up, but he knew it was for the better if he did. It would make the conversation with Scott so much easier. And it was already bound to be stressful without them adding their easy nakedness to it.

A gentle make out session was definitely fine. It dind't have the urgency they normally had and it was -- it was good to do something with their clothes on. Derek loved their naked fun times, but it was good to do this too, his hands on Stiles' clothed hips while they traded deep kisses back and forth.

He liked kissing.

He really liked kissing Stiles.

Even though he could smell that slight spice, it wasn't as strong as it got when Stiles was fully aroused. Giving him a good boy kiss, Derek got off the couch first to answer the door. Part of him wanted to growl Scott into submission until he accepted their status of mates. A larger, more likely to think side realized how bad an idea it would be.

Better to treat him like a little mini-John.

Opening the door, Derek stepped out into the hallway to meet Scott, but left it cracked behind him.

"Hey," he started.

Scott rocked back on his heels, eyes narrowing as though he had expected to see Stiles first. "Where's Stiles?"

"Inside," Derek answered. "He's fine, I just wanted to talk with you for a few minutes. Nothing bad. We both care a lot about him, and I realize you might have some things you want to ask me," Derek said carefully. "I'm not keeping you from him, you can poke your head in if you want, but I thought this might be more of a neutral territory than inside."

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_stiles
2017-12-14 08:23 am UTC (link)

Stiles wandered away from the door to the other side of the loft so that he wouldn’t be able to listen in, so that he wouldn’t be tempted to interrupt if Scott said something stupid. He loved him, he really did, and Scott’s heart was absolutely in the right place, but he was a complete dumbass. Of course knew part of that was to do with him presenting as an alpha, and that was probably just as daunting as Stiles’ experience has been, but Lydia hadn’t been this stupid-

Scott was still keeping a level gaze on Derek, though he knew it would probably be stupid to challenge Derek in any way. Not right now, anyway. Derek had some considerable weight on him. And experience. But that wouldn’t always be the case.

He could smell Stiles, though his scent was- maybe not clouded, but different. Masked mostly by Derek’s, he was sure. And though he hates to admit it he was sure he could smell evidence of them having-

Scott shuffled around where he stood, now looking anywhere but at Derek.

“It’s weird,” he said finally, his voice hard. “It’s weird that the two of you never did anything before. If he’s your mate then you’d have at least fancied him. He’s always been into you, like always, so i get why he’s so swept up in this. This whole thing is like his dream come true. But you-“ Scott looked up again, his expression definitely challenging this time. “You don’t think it’s a bit of a fucking coincidence? I mean, jackpot for you, right? This kid that’s already in love with you turns out to be an omega, and suddenly he’s your mate? Suddenly you wanna kiss him all the time and, bonus, he’s a virgin. Lucky you, huh?” Scott took a breath. “I know you’ve slept together,” he added, as though that were a secret.”he’d probably have slept with you anyway, but now you’ve got to be with him forever.”

Stiles couldn’t hear a lot of the conversation from where he’d sat, purposefully, but Scott’s voice was getting louder and it was a difficult to not make out the words. He grit his teeth and held himself back. He didn’t think he was that bad- it wouldn’t be so awful to be with him forever, would it?