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What the hell is a Stiles? ([info]_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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[info]_stiles
2017-12-19 08:20 am UTC (link)
Sitting in Derek’s lap, or thereabouts, was a great idea. He could feel Derek’s heart beating hard and strong against his back, and the muzzle to his neck, right over the mark, made him feel with warmth.

He had no idea it’d have such an effect on Isaac. But he seemed the most prone to all the wolfy affection, Stiles had noted as he’d stroked Isaac’s hair earlier.

The odd doping effect seemed to spread to the other two after a minute or so, and they nuzzled each other affectionately, cuddling against each other. That was pretty cool.

Stiles body, however, seemed to take that as a cue. The scent of the pack, comfortable and content and secure, and the scent of his and Derek’s nest, as Erica called it, coupled with everything about Derek, his heat and the way he was nuzzling his mark, apparently flipped the ‘we need to make babies now’ switch.

It made sense, of course it did. In the wild wolves wouldn’t breed if they were facing some hardship, they’d wait until things were settled. And right here, right now, things couldn’t have been more settled. Things were stable, his pack were doing well. Time for babies.

He felt the warmth building slowly in his belly where Isaac’s head lay, could feel the slightest amount of slick starting between his legs. If Isaac knew what the scent was he didn’t react. But Stiles was sure it wasn’t appropriate. The only factor he could change was Derek’s nuzzling, so he nudged his mate gently in the side.

“You should stop that,” he murmured, assuming Derek would be able to smell his arousal. For all their talk the other day, he didn’t really think they’d do anything in front of the pack, right? Even if the thought kind of made his heart skip and his skin flush warmer. Still, he found himself nuzzling gently at Derek’s hair until his mate looked up and their lips could meet.

Their pheromones must be awesome, he thought, parting his lips to kiss Derek deeper. He’s expected at least Erica to make some noise of protest.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-19 12:03 pm UTC (link)
Smell would always be strongest, but smell and touch? A fulfilling of two needs of theirs? Yeah, Derek knew what would happen and why it happened so much worse with Isaac.

He pressed his grin into the mark as Boyd and Erica started cuddling on the floor, and the entire loft smelled like warm, happy pack.

It was good, even when she kept throwing him knowing smirks over her shoulder.

"Should I?" He rumbled, as cinnamon spice hit the air. Only one reason for that, and he mouthed at the mark, kissing and sucking at the broken skin as he listened to that little patter of Stiles' heartbeat.

He tugged, gently, on Isaac's curls. "Get down and snuggle with Erica," he said.

It took his beta a few tries to actually get moving, and he mostly slid from the couch to the floor. She took up what Derek had been doing, running her fingers through his hair until his arms were wrapped around the two of them, and Boyd's fingers were running up and down his nape.

"Are you two going to --" Erica asked as she watched them.

The only answer that Derek could give was the honest one. "Yep," and his lips slotted together with Stiles' and the kiss deepened with slick trades of tongue, his arms closing around his mate.

"We're not leaving," Erica pouted, but he couldn't find the time to break from Stiles to tell her good. Or that they were welcome to make a little party of their own if they wanted. It'd be up to them if Isaac joined them, but right now he was busy, hands stroking up and down his mate's sides from shoulder to hip.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-19 07:37 pm UTC (link)
Stiles’ breathing hitched at Derek’s question, how he carried on mouthing at the sensitive spot on his neck that Derek knew would just make him wetter.

When Isaac was dismissed, Stiles knew Derek was actually serious. And, oh God, he was so, so on board with that. The thought of it had been thrilling, but now it was actually going to happen and Stiles was dizzy with want. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders as their kiss deepened, knowing Erica was watching them. Boyd was probably listening, he hadn’t reacted, but Isaac was making little purring noises. Perhaps he wasn’t fully aware of what they were doing. He'd probably want to watch, too.

No, now Stiles needed to touch.

He moved one of his hands from Derek's shoulder, sliding it down his strong chest and then up beneath his shirt, dragging it up so that Erica could see his fingers moving over Derek's abs. His other hand ran through Derek's hair, messing it up, tugging, pulling gently to move him where he wanted him, to deepen their kiss as best he could.

Stiles' breath came out in little, shuddering gasps whenever be broke their kiss to breathe, pushing Derek's shirt up more persistently until he reached one of his nipples, teasing with his fingertips until it hardened.

"You want me to ride you?" he whispered, though it would be loud enough for the betas to hear. "You want me to ride you until your knot stops me? Until I can't move anymore? Or do you want to mount me, Alpha?" Stiles smirked, nipping at Derek's lower lip and hearing a little whimper from one of the betas. "Yeah? I think you're gonna do that. Show them how much you want me-" he purred."How much you wanna put your child in me."

He heard another whimper, but he didn't look over to see who it came from. His eyes were dark and trained completely on Derek, as close as they were. Stiles rocked himself closer, gently. "I can feel how much you want to," he breathed, pressing against Derek's hardening cock. "But you should show them. Show them what a good mate I am for you."

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[info]surlier
2017-12-19 10:40 pm UTC (link)
Few people could command him, but he went easily with Stiles' hands, moving where his mate wanted him to be. Those fingers on his abs though, he'd always been sensitive there, aware in a way that humans didn't seem to be of how vulnerable a spot it was. It was no exception now, his muscles tensing, a shudder running down his spine as he let out a little, punched out gasp.

Anyone else he would have hit, or clawed. Stiles? He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, moaning against his mouth as his nipple was teased by clever fingers. Did Stiles even know what he did to him? Probably not.

His grip eased as their kisses continued to be traded, both hands finally stroking down his back and under the waistband of his jeans to settle on his ass. "Yes," was all Derek could respond with. Getting ridden by or mounting Stiles? It all ended the same, with his knot buried deep in his mate, and both of them working as hard as they could to get Stiles pregnant.

Growling a little against his mouth, he kneaded the firm flesh in his palms, fingers stretching out until his index fingers encountered slickness. He sat up suddenly, chest to chest with Stiles and pushed his hands closer together, not stopping until they were both flush with his entrance.

"I can feel how much you want me to," he said with a low growl, a quiet moan breaking free when his mate pressed up against him, teasing him. With every inhale he was getting harder, and thinking less about their pack and more about them. "Show off what a good provider you are for us. How you're going to help us get bigger and stronger," he murmured as he nipped and sucked on Stiles' lips, fingertips making lazy swirls around the wrinkled flesh.

Someone in the room was breathing heavier, and it wasn't either one of them. He grinned, and slipped inside up to the first knuckle.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-20 08:22 am UTC (link)
Now that he thought about it, Stiles hadn’t really lavished as much attention on Derek’s abs as he had dreamt of up to this point. And the way Derek tensed at the touch was definitely something he was going to look into later. The same was true of Derek’s nipples. How hadn’t he spent half their time together lavishing attention on them? He’d do something about that.

And oh how he enjoyed it when his mate was reduced to growls. He moaned happily at the hands sliding into the back of his jeans, the rough grope at his ass. He trembled, letting out a soft moan as Derek’s fingers ran through his slick. Stiles head bowed back, exposing his throat to Derek as the other man groped and moved him, touched him, made him deliriously needy.

“Yes, Yes,” Stiles whimpered, their roles immediately reversed. He would tease Derek to a point, but ultimately he would submit, he’d do or be anything Derek wanted. The teasing at his entrance was making him tremble and moan softly, reaching down to pull open the fastening of his pants to give Derek more access and to free his aching cock. The relief of that, coupled with the finger pressing inside him ripped a much louder moan from Stiles. His attention was nowhere near the betas now, even if he could hear little noises coming from their space on the floor.

He braces his hands on Derek’s shoulders, one under his shirt, the other over, inching himself down onto Derek’s finger, sliding up and down with as much of a teasing grin as he could manage. “You know I can take more than that,” he purred against Derek’s lips, not caring if anyone else heard or not. He lowered his eyes, looking st the bulge of Derek’s cock in his jeans, feeling a tremble Of desire roll through him, feeling more slick escape even around Derek’s finger.

“Feel that? How wet you make me?”

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[info]surlier
2017-12-20 12:01 pm UTC (link)
He loved the way Stiles responded to him and that little offering -- there was no way he couldn't take Stiles up on that and mouthed his throat. Nipped and sucked at the skin until it was bright red like he'd been ravished.

Well, not yet.

Teasing wasn't something he'd ever gotten to do very long with Stiles, they both needed too much. It was something that would come with time, Derek was sure, but until then, he took it where he could get it. Like now -- "Know you can," he said with a grin. "Know you want more than that too."

He knew where Stiles looked too, and could help but suck in a breath, his cock twitching within the confines of his jeans. "Love how wet you get for me," he whispered, cock pulsing again. Derek wanted out, wanted to roll his sexy mate over and pin him against the couch while he he took him again -- but he also wanted less clothes. "Take it off," he said of his shirt, uncaring where it went so long as it was gone.

As for Stiles'? He'd take care of that in a minute. Pulling his finger free, his hands ran up his back, under the borrowed shirt he was waiting, deliberately leaving a little slick trail going up his spine that Derek would clean up later because like hell he was going to let anything that tasted of his mate go to waste. The material bunched up around his forearms, and with a grin, he lifted Stiles' shirt off and tossed it on the floor next to his betas.

And though his focus wasn't on them right now, he still knew where they were and what they were doing, with Boyd's hand down the front of Erica's jeans.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-20 05:08 pm UTC (link)
Stiles groaned, soft and low, as Derek’s mouth moved over his throat. He loved it when Derek marked him, however he chose to do it. He loved feeling claimed.

“I do- I want more,” he breathed out, his voice growing increasingly rougher and increasingly more needy. Especially when Derek’s cock twitched. Just for him.

Stiles needed no more asking to start stripping Derek, pulling his shirt up and tossing it somewhere, his attention focussing instead on Derek’s body. Solid muscle, well defined under his flawless skin. Stiles couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t believe, still, that he got to touch and taste and do anything else he wanted to this body.

His reverie was broken by Derek’s finger sliding from him, then the slick trail running up his back. Stiles gasped, eyes wide and dark as he gazed at his mate, unblinking until his shirt was pulled up and off, disappearing just as Derek’s hand. He thought he could hear kissing, maybe hushed moans coming from the others, but as long as they were happy, he and Derek didn’t have to stop.

Stiles ducked his head and pressed his mouth to Derek’s neck, no more than kissing but basking in the scent that originated there, where it smelt most of Derek and home and sex.

He lingered a few moments, just kissing, stroking his fingers up and down Derek’s arms before pulling back because fuck, it was too much, he needed to be naked.

Stiles climbed from Derek’s lap with a lingering touch, standing in front of him as he pushed down his jeans and underwear, cock hard, the insides of his thighs slick. All for Derek. He cast a glimpse to the side and saw Isaac staring, his pupils blown wide, erection straining in his jeans. Isaac wouldn’t touch him, Stiles knew that. He wouldn’t even come close, but he was watching intently.

With Stiles naked it would be easy for Derek to do as he wished, in whatever position he wanted. Even the thought of Derek not bothering to undress properly, just taking his cock out and fucking him, made Stiles so desperate to be filled. And that was the look his mate was giving him. Possessive and almost dominating. Like Derek really would just throw him down and take him, because that was his right.

Stiles climbed back onto his lap, naked, legs spread over Derek’s thighs, open and so ready for him.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-20 07:26 pm UTC (link)
Shirtless was a good beginning, especially when it meant feeling Stiles' naked chest against his own, his face pressed into Derek's neck. Sniffing. Scenting. Making his cock throb against the curve of Stiles bottom where it pressed into his lap.

To know that his mate enjoyed his scent as much as Derek enjoyed his? Yeah, hot button right there. And Stiles stayed there, kissing like he wanted that smell all over him and Derek couldn't stop the little whine that hung in his throat, hands dropping down to knead at Stiles' hips. His own ground up slowly, still seeking pleasure even between two layers of pants.

Pants that needed to come off.

Luckily, his mate was on the same page as he was, because even though he left his lap, and Derek bit back his growl of displeasure, Derek watched him slide out of his jeans, hard and slick, and the edges of his vision went red. This was his mate, his beautiful, sexy mate that was his to touch and fuck and love and make puppies with. His. And he couldn't help but reach down to squeeze his own cock while he watched Stiles baring all that pale skin for him.

A welcoming growl rumbled in his chest when Stiles came back to his lap, his arms wrapping around his waist to pull him closer and nuzzled at his collarbone. His pack was going to have to wait to watch him get mounted, because Derek couldn't wait, not when he smelled so fucking good. Reaching down between them, he unzipped and shoved his jeans down enough to get free of them, length smacking against his mate's perfect ass. "Want," was all h could say as he lifted his mate up enough to have the head of his cock flush between his cheeks, pressing up against his entrance and slowly lowering him down with a wrecked moan.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-20 09:51 pm UTC (link)
Yes. Stiles was pleased. He loved it when Derek reached that point, the flared eyes and the slight shift in him, something more wolfish coming over his whole appearance.

Stiles moaned himself when Derek grabbed himself, when he groped his own cock like he needed Stiles on him naked ten minutes ago.

"Mm, hey," Stiles panted, Derek's strong arms wrapped around him, drawing him to his body. He ran his fingers slowly through Derek's hair as his mate nuzzled him, letting out a mewl of pleasure when Derek's cock was finally free, finally pressing against him.

"I'm yours, take me," he breathed, head arching back again, letting out a long, low moan of pleasure as he was gradually stretched and filled by Derek's cock. He clutched at Derek, craddling his head against his collarbone where Derek had been nuzzling, almost dizzy by the time Derek bottomed out. His own cock was pressed between them, rubbing against the hard muscles of his mate's body whenever he moved, a small, wet trail of precome painted over his abs.

Stiles rolled his hips, moaning again even at the slight movement of Derek inside him. "Yeah. So deep. Love you inside me," he panted, one of his hands coming to rest against Derek's on his hip, moving slowly up and down. Derek would take the hint, not that he'd probably needed one. He could lift Stiles and bounce him on his cock, or hold him up and slam into him. Either way Stiles wanted more, and he wanted to feel Derek letting go just for him, feel more of his wolf come to the surface to claim what was his.


He cast his eyes to the floor, watching as Boyd's hands moved on both himself and Erica, Isaac's head on Erica's thigh. He was still watching his alpha and his mate, stroking himself slowly

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[info]surlier
2017-12-21 02:48 am UTC (link)
"Mine," Derek growled happily, the word fast off his lips so he didn't miss a second of that long, drawn out moan as he slid home within his mate.

It didn't matter where they were, this would always be home.

"Fuck," he moaned, low and punched out as his hips hitched upwards, burying himself just a little bit deeper so he could feel another trail of stickiness being left behind on his abs.

His head fell back on the couch, gaze full of Stiles as he caught the hint. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Me to bounce you on my cock. They can probably already see how slick you've left my cock, what you look like spread so pretty around me --" Anther whimper sounded, this one close to the floor instead of from his mate.

He grinned, eyes still glowing as he lifted Stiles up, his own breaths going a little shaky when nothing but the fat head of his cock was left inside. God, he wanted to thrust up hard, drag Stiles close and roll them over so he could pin his mate down while he fucked him slow -- Derek let out a little growl as his hips rolled up, shallowly fucking into Stiles without letting him go too much faster.

"Love being in you. Fuck, baby, love how good you feel around me."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-21 08:22 am UTC (link)
“Nngh, yeah, please-“ Stiles whispered, his expression becoming slightly more dazed with pleasure as Derek spoke, hearing that same whimper. Yeah, they’d be able to see everything, see him open up around Derek’s cock, see how wet he was.

Stiles gasped, then let out a little whimper at the feeling of emptiness, aside from Derek’s head, which kept him open, ready for any moment Derek wanted to take him. He could feel how flushed his skin was, how warm he was all over, how some slick was escaping around Derek, running down his mate’s cock.

He couldn’t control the volume of his moans, even if he’d wanted to. He’d given Derek control of their movement, and the shallow, slow thrusts were exactly what he wanted. He felt full, he could feel every drag of Derek inside him.

“You’re so big,” he purred. “You make me feel so full.” Stiles liked praising Derek, mostly because every damn word was true, and because it would please his mate. And the betas would hear, they’d know their alpha was as impressive as he looked like he’d be, with his omega moaning and whimpering on his cock.

His fingers slid into Derek’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss, running his tongue along Derek’s still-human teeth. Stiles would have to do something about that, but he’d concentrate on kissing for now, and the slow movement of their bodies. Stiles could feel the little pulse where Derek’s knot would start soon, rubbing against his rim whenever he was fully seated.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-21 12:02 pm UTC (link)
As good a view as his betas had, and he was sure that it was damn good, it wasn't the best seat in the house. No, that spot was reserved for him, here, where he could watch that flush move over Stiles' pale skin, watch his reddened cock drip precome onto his abs. Watch too, when he moaned, when something felt too good for him to be silent.

He let out a little growl at the praise, his own skin flushing, and his next few thrusts were more pointed, more determined, his breaths going a little shaky with them.

"Going to fill you up, baby, keep you that way until you're full of my kids." He looked so pretty, but he smelled so fucking good too. Something Derek was reminded about with every inhale in, and he couldn't resist moving one hand off his hips, just for a minute, just to let his fingers close around Stiles' cock and stroke him from root to tip.

"Look so pretty like this--" hard and stuffed full of his cock and he let out a little whimper as soon as his fingers slid into his hair. He liked that feeling, liked it more when he felt Stiles' mouth on his own, lips immediately parting. A little, huffed out laugh came out of him when he realized what his mate was doing. What Stiles wanted --

"I know what you want," he whispered as soon as their kiss broke, his hand returning to Stiles' hip, nails beginning to grow and poke lightly into his skin. "Do it, baby. Ride me. Use my cock to knock you up."

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-21 06:15 pm UTC (link)
Stiles cried out, a sob on his lips when Derek stroked his cock, his muscles clenching helplessly around his mate, pleasure coursing through him. The praise was even better, the praise made Stiles flush all the more, knowing he was doing good, that Derek desired him. That he wanted to breed him. That was what Stiles’ body was for. Derek would never say anything like that, ever, but right at the basest level they were fucking because their bodies knew they could make pups. Their pheromones were telling each other as much, and when they were like this Stiles loved that feeling he had once been so terrified of; the desire to be taken by his alpha, mounted and knotted and bred.

Stiles lifted his slightly glazed eyes to meet Derek’s, no doubt in him that he knew. Of course he knew, he knew all of Stiles’ kinks.

“My wolf,” Stiles breathed, circling his hips to continue riding Derek until his mate took hold of his hips again. He smiled at the prickle of claws against his skin. “Yes. That’s what I want. My wolf,” he repeated, fingers stroking through Derek’s hair again, nails dragging gently as he leant in for another kiss, muffling his moans as he started to ride Derek faster, listing himself up and down, enjoying the sound of his slick body and their skin meeting over and over.

“Can feel your knot growing,” Stiles panted, barely moving his mouth away. “Need it bigger than that-“ he murmured, one hand reaching down between them to stroke himself as he bounced on Derek’s cock. “Gonna come on you. Gonna give you everything,” he continued, licking into Derek’s mouth again, moaning louder into the kiss as he jerked himself off, the motion of his hips stuttering before hot pleasure rushed through him, ripping another sobbing cry from him, come covering Derek’s chest, his muscles clenching around the steadily swelling knot.

“More. Fuck, more, please,” Stiles whimpered, leaning forward so that Derek’s thick head rubbed against his swollen prostate, his whole body trembling.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-21 07:01 pm UTC (link)
He'd never gotten the treat of watching Stiles fuck his fist while his cock was buried in him. Oh, he'd gotten to watch him jerking off a few times, fist stripping his cock until he'd come on Derek's skin. He loved the look now, the feeling of those muscles grasping at him while Stiles spilled pretty over his skin. "Yours," he agreed hips lifting off the couch as he fucked up and into his mate, the base steadily growing thicker.

He knew what Stiles needed, not just the more he was pleading for, but the more that couldn't quite be vocalized. And his good boy, leaning forward so his cock stroked over all the spots he needed -- "Yeah, going to--" he thrust up, knot catching. One of his betas moaned at the sight, loud as he slowly worked his knot out one last time, and eased it back in with a moan of his own.

Derek tried to pull out, felt it catch again with a little whine and couldn't, not even with as slick as his cock was, slick that Stiles was still pumping out. "Hold on." It was a growled out order, and as soon as he felt both arms around him, he flipped them over on the couch and curled around his body, his hips giving short little thrusts that rocked his knot deep as it swelled larger.

Everything in him demanded he provide for his mate-- and his mate needed this. Pinning him down, he growled against his jaw as he went rigid, knot swelling, thighs tensing, hips shoving forward until he could get no deeper and came. "Fuck, baby," he almost whined as the tension fled from his frame and he started hose slow little motions that would keep them both coming.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-22 08:19 am UTC (link)
Stiles loved the feeling of Derek’s knot when it had swollen to the point Derek had to really push it inside him. He loved the stretch, the tougher movements as they tried to continue moving as long as possible, until the knot was too big, until Stiles couldn’t stretch anymore. He loved those moments it caught, he loved the final one when they were locked together. He moaned, clinging onto Derek, his parted lips rubbing against Derek’s rough jaw.

He found himself on his back, covered by Derek’s body, his mate surrounding him protectively even as he pumped his hips again, pulling more desperate cries from Stiles as the knot inside him continued to swell, rubbing sweetly inside him, teasing his prostate until Stiles could feel another bubble of pleasure building in his belly.

Though they were closer to the betas now, they were far from Stiles’ mind. Everything was Derek. There was no room for anyone else except his mate and the child he so desperately wanted to create. Stiles felt the climax all through Derek’s body, moaning loudly as he was filled, muscles clenching as best they could around Derek’s knot as he came for a second time.

“Keep coming,” Stiles gasped, his fingers of one hand still running through Derek’s hand, the others clinging to his arm, pressing his nails into his skin. “Keep filling me. I want your pup growing in me.”

He vaguely caught the soft noises of pleasure coming from the betas on the floor beside him, but everything else, all he could hear and smell was this, the sweet scent of him and his alpha.

“My wolf,” Stiles smiled, his teeth grazing Derek’s jaw. “Want you to breed me-“ another orgasm was building up already, Stiles’ muscles fluttering around the knot inside him. “I’m so fertile, Derek. I’m so ready to carry your child. To add to our pack.” He whispered those words close to Derek’s ear. They were just for him.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-22 11:56 am UTC (link)
Those cries left his gums tingling, and he knew Stiles wouldn't mind. That he'd like it, and so he didn't fight it, letting his teeth shift and pressing them up against his jaw where he could feel them. They were all for Stiles, all because of his lovely, sweet mate.

He whined as he felt that budding tension in Stiles' thighs, his muscles trying to clamp down on his knot, and growled when he came again, just as Derek wanted, his own orgasm chasing Stiles'. He'd never get tired of that, never get tired of feeling his mate coming around him and provoking more pleasure out of him.

It was the nails digging into his skin that had him rocking in hard. They were a sharp pleasure in his arm, a grab that most people wouldn't make and that he loved almost as much as the hand in his hair.

And in the background, he heard his beta's pleasure, but it didn't stop him from pressing his face into the side of Stiles' neck and breathing in deep. This was the pleasure he wanted, the scent he craved, and he let out a pleased growl at the affectionate term.

"Do it," he ground out around teeth too large. Even if they were both actively trying to avoid Stiles' pregnancy, it didn't stop either one of them from wanting it. Didn't stop him from rutting in and doing his best to help Stiles' orgasm. "Want you to--" He set his teeth against the bite mark he'd made with human ones, and lapped at the spot, words too difficult to try for more of them as his knot throbbed inside his mate.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-22 08:50 pm UTC (link)
Stiles felt himself melting as Derek’s fangs grew, as they brushed his skin so gently. Claws still pressed against him, too, just as careful. No, it was more than just a kink, Stiles was sure. It was because he was an omega, because his mate was an alpha wolf. That’s why he loved Derek’s shift, why it turned him on so much. His mate was powerful, of course it was a thrill to feel it. And it was half of who Derek was.

Fingers still kept running through Derek’s hair, petting him as he nuzzled against Stiles, as he drank in his scent. All that Stiles could smell now was the two of them, their mingled scent, everything about Derek surrounding him in s bubble.

“Please, please-“ Stiles stuttered out, though he wasn’t sure what he was asking for. For Derek to get him pregnant, to fill him, to bring him to orgasm again? Mostly the former. As though they could simply wish around the contraception, as though they could say they tried but it just didn’t work-

The gentle prickle of Derek’s teeth against his mark made Stiles arch and cry out, pressing as close to Derek’s body as he was able to. He didn’t bother to hold back his moans, didn’t bother to keep quiet about how much pleasure he felt. Derek was working his hips in just the right way. The way he wanted and needed.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me," Stiles moaned out, forgetting all sense of gentle purred words, of teasing Derek with their shared desire to create life. No, it was too good. He clung to Derek, head thrown back to give his mate more access to his neck, continuing to moan out with every rock of their joined hips.

One hand held Derek's head where it was, enjoying the thrill of sensation through the mark on his neck, enjoying the swell of the bond between them. Another orgasm rolled through him, heavy and satisfying, his body tensing up with the pleasure, a rough tremble running through him.

He wanted to be pregnant. He wanted this to be the time.

Isaac was watching with dazed eyes, his hand moving slowly up and down his own cock. He wasn't going to reach out and touch, as much as he wanted to. He wanted to nuzzle at Derek, he wanted to run his fingers over his sweaty muscles, he wanted to know what Stiles' skin felt like. But Derek was curled over his mate, the motion of his muscles almost hypnotic. He whined, hearing Stiles gasp, hearing him plead, and Derek growl happily in turn as they tried to breed, to make a pup.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-23 01:05 pm UTC (link)
Those quiet little pleas -- Derek knew what they meant (all of the above) and he tired, he tried so hard to give his mate just what he was craving.

In these moments, he didn't care that Stiles was on contraception, that he was too, that they were actively trying not to get pregnant. Every bit of him said that it was good and right to fill him with children, that it was something they both needed.

And his wonderful mate -- always so ready for it, letting out those little sounds, that cry as he arched up against him like an offering to take, and Derek couldn't resist.

Knowing how much his mate loved his claws and fangs, he rubbed the former up his sides, scratching without breaking the skin, a constant reminder of their length and sharpness. The former he dragged across his throat, hips still working steadily against him, knot still rocking slow inside.

He felt there first, in the squeezing of his muscles as he tried to clamp down around his knot and couldn't quite make it. Derek growled out his approval, not bothering to hold the sound back, not when Stiles enjoyed it so much. He held his mate through the tremble, the fresh burst of scent forcing him to rut deeper. Just a little bit -- his hands clutched at Stiles' waist, holding him still as he bucked in and came again.

He kept rocking through the aftershocks, making soft little pleased noises against Stiles throat.

His mate was so good, so good -- his arms slid under Stiles' body to wrap around him, and he pressed his face deep into the corner of his neck where it met his shoulder. "Mine," he rumbled happily, the tip of his ear flicking slightly as he listened to -- geez, Isaac.

Maybe if he tried a little harder he might be able to pick out the scents of his betas and what they were up to under Stiles', but he didn't want to. He wanted Stiles' scent for a little while longer, even as his fangs began to recede, and his more wolfy features faded back into his human ones.

"One more," he heard Erica say to Boyd from where she was bouncing on his lap, sounded like.

Mmm, one more he could do. He pressed a wicked grin into Stiles' skin and arched his spine, the tip of his tongue dragging down his chest to one pointed nipple.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-24 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Stiles knew it as well as Derek did. They were on contraception, but they were trying as hard as they could to get around it. They wanted it. They both wanted it so much. They were mates, and Stiles was so ready, his body was so ready.

He whimpered happily at the claws along his sides, relishing the fact that as powerful as Derek was, as close as his wolf was to the surface he wouldn’t hurt Stiles. Claws and teeth. The teeth against his throat made him tremble and press closer, holding Derek’s teeth in place against the mark on his throat.

“Yes,” he breathed when he felt Derek coming again, felt the pulse of his cock and his knot inside him.

“Yours,” Stiles agreed, his own nails running gently down Derek’s strong back as he was held.

One more? Stiles drew in a breath and turned his head, watching Erica riding slowly up and down on Boyd’s cock, her breasts out. Again, months ago, Stiles would have loved this view, he would have never gotten over it. Even seeing Isaac laying there, slowly stroking his cock as he watched, as he looked directly at Stiles. He met Isaac’s gaze just as Derek’s tongue met his nipple.

Stiles gasped, then cried out, lifting up to meet the touch. Isaac groaned quietly, eyes fluttering closed for a second, his hand moving faster. And it was a turn on, it was arousing to know that he and Derek could do this to their pack. And he liked how Isaac was watching him. Derek was doing enough to turn him on, to make him feel sexy, but he liked the addition of Isaac’s attention.

“Derek,” Stiles breathed, dragging his nails gently up the back of Derek’s neck into his hair. “Think Of when our pups are here- think of how good I’ll taste,” He rasped, rolling his hips down, moving himself onto Derek’s knot. “Yes. Yeah, Derek, fill me up. Fill me up.”

He kept his hips moving, feeling his next orgasm building. That one more. The attention to his nipples, the pleasure it added was achingly good, and now he could hear Erica panting, he could hear Isaac moaning next to him, and Derek rumbling. “Close. I’m so close. I’m so- Derek. Fuck-“

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[info]surlier
2017-12-25 09:34 pm UTC (link)
A little shudder ran through him as Stiles' nails ran over the tattoo between his shoulder blades, the muscles bunching up around his touch and shuddering back into being relaxed once his nails passed.

He didn't miss that fresh burst of arousal, a hint of spice in all the sweet that was his mate's scent and his teeth closed around one pebbled nipple as he turned his head enough to watch his pack out of the corner of his eye.

Erica with her nails scratching up the back of Boyd's neck, cupping the back of his head and pulling his face into her breasts -- and Isaac with his hand around his cock, pale cheeks flushed.

He growled at Stiles's hands slid into his hair, gaze darting up to his mate's. Stiles wanted him to think about -- and of course he did. Already he tasted so fucking good that Derek barely wanted to keep his tongue out of him, but once he was pregnant, and after once he'd given birth, and milk would be coming out of the same nipples he was currently paying attention to --

Another growl rumbled out of his chest, the tip of his tongue flicking over the flesh captured between his teeth as he jerked forward. One more, he wanted one more, and with Stiles' warning, he knew he was going to get it. Both hands closed around his hips, holding his mate still as he worked his knot deeper into him.

It wouldn't take much more -- not with Stiles hot underneath him, moaning, and then he felt that clench of his muscles as he came and Derek snarled, body tensing from his thighs to his shoulders as he pushed as deep as he could go, knot throbbing as he came again.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-27 08:24 am UTC (link)
Stiles hummed. He loved every little reaction he got from Derek, every noise he could draw from him. And the arching was so sexy. That was going onto the new and expanding ‘things to look into in more detail later’ list. Tracing Derek’s tattoo with his tongue. Yes.

He arched himself when he felt the brush of Derek’s teeth against his nipple, uttering a much softer cry, hooking his legs around the back of Derek’s thighs as though there were any way his mate could pull back.

That in addition to Derek’s grip, the way he pounded into him, the way his knot rubbed relentlessly against his prostate. That final orgasm was too good. Too good. The aftershocks rolled through him over and over, even as Derek came, and Stiles tipped his head back, baring his throat once again to his mate. Derek felt so good, on top of him, covering him protectively, filling him, over and around and inside him. And still Stiles was trembling.

He didn’t notice what the others were doing. He didn’t see Erica and Boyd holding each other close as they moaned softly into each other’s mouths, he didn’t see Isaac stroking himself quickly to orgasm as he gazed hungrily at Derek and Stiles. Everything was his mate. Everything was Derek and his body aching to turn their mutual pleasure into something even more wonderful.

How much could one tiny pill stop, anyway?

Stroking his fingers through Derek’s hair, Stiles drew Derek down to press his mouth back against his mark.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, slowly relaxing, slowly unclenching everything so that, eventually, Derek could pull out. “I love you.”

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[info]surlier
2017-12-27 12:07 pm UTC (link)
There was no way he could pull out if he'd wanted to, and he didn't want to, yet Stiles wrapped his legs around him like he might slide free of his trembling body and miss a second of his aftershocks. Hell no. His hands slid around his back, knees drawing up so Stiles was cradled more between his thighs than Derek laying flat and long on top of him.

And he kept moving, mouthing over Stiles' bared collarbone, over his throat, sucking and lapping at his mark while he kept trying to prolong his mate's orgasm.

"Good boy," he whispered into his skin. Distantly, he was aware of his pack, of their slowing heart beats and pleasured noises, but he didn't focus on it, couldn't, as he nuzzled his mate through his trembles. "My good boy."

They were both working so hard to get Stiles pregnant and one day those pills weren't going to be enough. It might be today. He hummed pleasantly at the thought and kissed the mark again as Stiles urged his mouth there.

"Love you," he whispered back. His knot was shrinking, but he wasn't ready to pull out yet, to leave the warmth and comfort of his mate's body. Even though it wasn't the best position to knot in, he loved hose close they were, how he could shift a little bit and kiss Stiles, tongue sweeping lazily through his mouth. Or watch his face, or feel how they were flush from shoulder to thigh.

His betas got up and moving before they did, and someone picked up a blanket to cover them with. Isaac by the smell, by the brushing touch of fingertips down his spine.

Derek was finally ready to pull free once they were all settled again, Erica cuddled into Boyd's side and Isaac by the couch, watching them still. He muffled his little moan as he slid free into Stiles' shoulder, and gingerly rolled them over until they were spooning with him as the big spoon.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-28 05:54 pm UTC (link)
Stiles wasn’t sure if it was the omega in him or just that he had Derek, and Derek brought out a lot in him, but he loved the times his mate curled around or over him, the way he protected him with his body, claimed him with his entire self.

He felt safe, so incredibly safe that the trembles of his orgasm continued in gentle waves, encouraged by Derek moving, by the mouth on his throat, over the mark that seemed to be directly linked to every pleasure point in his body. Stiles clung to Derek, whimpering out soft little sounds for just his mate, supplicant, submissive noises, and basking in the paired of being a good boy. He was, he was Derek’s good boy.

The comfort lulled him intoa gentle doze, still holding Derek, only protesting and waking again when it was time for them to part. Stiles was far less cautious with his noises, mewling as Derek pulled out of him, even if he was pulled close immediately, wrapped in those strong arms.

Stiles couldn’t work out what the expression on Isaac’s face was. Couldn’t work out the expression in his eyes. But Boyd and Erica were cuddling, he and Derek were cuddling-

He reached out his hand towards Isaac, beckoning him closer. It took a few moments to coax him over, a few fleeting looks of concern from Isaac to Derek before he settled next to Stiles’ hand, sighing with something akin to relief when Stiles ran his fingers gently through his curls.

“You doing okay?” Stiles asked, wondering if he should talk to Derek about maybe expanding the pack by one non-pup, to give Isaac someone to bond with properly.

Isaac nodded, his eyes closed. “I enjoyed it.”

“You did? Good. Good,” Stiles cooed. He wanted to ask if Isaac would want to watch again, but suddenly that seemed a little too personal, a little too presumptuous.

"It smells good. You look good," Isaac slurred softly, his afterglow being bumped up again by the petting. Maybe it was a bad idea to touch.

"Thank you," Stiles added, shifting back against Derek.

"Do you think you're pregnant?" Isaac asked, resting his head on the edge of the sofa.

"Maybe," Stiles replied without thinking. That was too easy. It was surprising how easy the word came to him.

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[info]surlier
2017-12-28 06:43 pm UTC (link)
Derek understood that look in Isaac's eyes, the wanting that the younger were was trying to cope with. It wasn't for them, he understood that too, but it was for what they had. Derek nosed at Stiles' shoulder, but didn't stop him from reaching out to comfort his beta. It was good and right for Stiles to do so.

"He'll," he started out rough as he gazed at Isaac. He cleared his throat and tried again. "You'll present before next weekend, Isaac." He didn't say as what and Isaac didn't ask. He only flushed, pride and hope burning in his scent.

If they had a larger pack, or more unattached alphas, whoever was interested in him, and he in them, would help him through both presentation and heats. It didn't mean a mating, not yet.

The question of Stiles pregnancy had his eyes flaring though, and his next inhale was deep. No change in his scent, but that didn't mean anything. It would take a few hours at least for that to change. And more likely a few days before Derek would be able to tell from his scent.

"I can't tell yet," he growled, arm tightening around Stiles' waist as he buried his face in his shoulder. His other arm wiggles under Stiles' head and he began to lightly run his fingers though Isaac's curls.

It took another few minutes before Boyd and Erica shuffled over and the three of his betas started to cuddle together.

"You're going to be so fluffy," Erica said as she hugged Isaac around his middle.

Derek laughed into Stiles shoulder as Isaac still tried to rub his head into Derek's palm. "You can finally use that strap on you've been terrorizing Boyd with," he quipped.

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[info]_stiles
2017-12-29 10:30 am UTC (link)
Stiles tipped his head in surprise, half turning to ask Derek as what, wanting to know. Derek could smell it, obviously. The way he had smelt it on Stiles. Maybe an omega- at the very least a beta able to carry children. The way he sought affection, the way he melted into their touches, it would make sense if he had heats, too. But Derek hadn’t said and Stiles wasn’t going to present his assumptions in front of everyone else. Maybe it was obvious to everyone, though-

He wondered what Scott would say. But then something else- what if Isaac was Scott’s mate? He was reaching, he knew that. Scott has never had any inclination towards men, but he and Isaac had always been close, they had a bond different to the one Stiles had with Scott, and Stiles had been jealous, very jealous. But what if that was the reason? The same reason he’d always been drawn to Derek? The thought excited him, but he was just a hopeless romantic now. He wanted everyone to find their mates.

Stiles wasn’t disappointed that Derek couldn’t immediately tell if he was pregnant or not. Even he knew it would take a few days at the very least for anything to be obvious. And he’d tried to quell that want, he wanted to stop hoping every time they had sex.

All of the affection aimed at Isaac pleased Stiles on a very protective level, the way he was sure Derek felt it, too. They were their betas, their happiness was important.

“You want us to help him through his heats?” Erica raised her eyebrows, but she looked as though the thought was quite far up her list of things that were totally acceptable. And okay, it had just been Stiles who hadn’t noticed. “I think maybe he’d be better with a big strong alpha-“ she grinned.

Stiles knew she was teasing, and he knew that was never going to happen. Derek wouldn’t do that. But still, he frowned, pressing possessively back against his mate.

“No?” Erica beamed. “What about Scott?”

Stiles couldn’t help the flush that rose in his cheeks, guilty of having been thinking exactly that.

“Oooh-“ Erica leant in close to him, her eyes wide. “What about Scott, huh, Stiles?”

Isaac was staring at him too. Stiles couldn’t work out his feelings from the still dazed expression on his face, but he desperately wanted to back out of the conversation.

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