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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Jennifer_Blake/Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski/
      Jackson_Whittemore, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall, Aiden/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Lydia_Martin, Jackson_Whittemore, Allison
      Argent, Sheriff_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey, Coach_Finstock
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Content, causual_sex, Miscommunication, Derek_doesn't_really_talk
      about_it, Always_Female_Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_is_a_Failwolf, Stiles_has
      feelings, Werewolf_Jackson, Jackson_isn't_a_douche, Derek_might_be
      oblivious, fears
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-27 Words: 8355
****** Drowning in you. ******
by ambientbliss
Summary
     After holding Derek up in the pool for 2 hours, Stiles has a surprise
     coming her way. After misunderstandings, and a few extra stops on a
     bumpy road to figuring out what the heck is happening... Stiles
     finally just uses her words.
Notes
     *Unbeta'd.
     *I do not own Teen Wolf.
Exhausted, and soaked to the bone, Stiles trudged up her stairs to her bedroom.
Holding Derek up in the school pool was not how she wanted to end her night. It
was the only chance she had to possibly play this season, instead she was
helping Allison try to find that damn beastiary. If she didn't like Allison so
much as a friend, she wouldn't have even offered. Let's face it, Allison was
the only girlfriend she had. Sure Lydia tagged along with Allison most of the
time, but she still couldn't be bothered. Stiles mulled over the whole night,
and the events that the supernatural had plopped into her lap while she
showered. Trying desperately but failing to get the smell of chlorine out of
her hair. It was finally long and she hated that it smelt like chemicals.
She mustered as much energy as she could to change and get herself to her bed
before her legs gave out. Sure Stiles could swim circles around Scott, but try
to keep afloat while holding up what had to be 200 pounds of complete muscle
was totally different. Holding Derek in the pool for 2 hours was grueling. The
memory of her muscles shaking just exhausted her further. All Stiles wanted to
do was go to sleep and try to get rest, but her mind would not stop running to
what Derek had said.
---
(in the pool)
 
"You don't trust me, and I don't trust you. You need me to survive." The words
were rushed as Derek tried to keep water out of his mouth.
It didn't matter though, each word was a stab to Stiles's heart. Sure Stiles
had admitted a few times to not trusting Derek, and she had gotten him
arrested... but seriously broody mc-douche-wolf wasn't making a good case for
himself then. Now here he was, in a pool unable to move his limbs. Stiles
couldn't just let him die. She wouldn't, but Derek wasn't going to take that
for an answer. She just hoped that the sharp intake of breath was something
that Derek would discount as part of holding him up in the water.
As time stretched, Stiles's muscles shook. She wasn't going to be able to hold
Derek up much longer. As it was her muscles were giving out the moment she
pulled Derek back from the bottom after her failed call to Scott. This was how
it was going to end, either drown in the pool or be eaten by a giant asshole
lizard. At this point Stiles was thinking that her attempt to save Derek was a
waste, both of them were sure to die in this pool. Her eyes locked with Derek's
as her hand slipped from the bar and they plummeted into the water. Fear was
written all over her face, she knew it, but what she saw on Derek's was...
almost acceptance.
Before her lungs could fill, Scott was pulling them out of the water and the
lizard was gone. As Stiles lay there on the concrete she could feel Derek
looking at her, it wasn't with annoyance, but something else that she couldn't
place. Honestly she was waiting for the panic to set it, instead she felt numb.
Stiles just hoped she could make it home before giving out.
----
While she lay in bed, recounting the looks Derek gave her, and her reactions to
his words, Stiles idly wondered if Derek was in his train car, yelling at the
beta's. Her window sliding open was not something she had expected. The red
flash of eyes gave away the intruder's identity, and at this point Stiles could
care less. Well that wasn't true. The Alpha that she had been practically
pressed into for 2 hours was now in her room. She had thought about him coming
into her room at night before, but this wasn't one of those times and
definitely wasn't the same scenario.
"I can't read eye brows in the dark Derek. What do you want?"
"I should be asking you that question."
Stiles groaned into her pillow. He was being cryptic as ever, and she just was
not in the mood to deal with it. Frankly she didn't have the mental capacity to
deal with it.
"What do you want in return?"
"What?"
Was he asking what she thought he was asking? It made sense. Derek was the type
of person that believed everyone only wanted something from him when they
offered their help.
"Nothing Derek. I don't want anything from you."
It was a lie. Stiles felt her heart rate sky rocket, and she knew Derek heard
it.
"I don't need to tell you that was a lie, you know it."
"Well...." Stiles sucked in a deep breath. What she wanted, she would never
get. So that was a mute point. "I don't want anything in return for holding you
up. It was... instinct."
Derek didn't seem to find a lie, instead he just kept staring at her. His green
eyes shining in the sliver of moon light that peaked into her room. Stiles just
kept staring back. Clearly he had changed... he wore a black t-shirt and jeans,
and the room smelt of him. Not chlorine. At least what Stiles could get passed
her own scent of chlorine.
It was weird, seeing Derek just standing there staring at her. It made her
uneasy, so Stiles decided to try and stand up. It was slow and a lot of work.
Stiles tried her best to stifle any groaning she made trying to stand up. The
whole time, the wolf looked at her, not making a move to leave or anything so
Stiles proceeded on. That was until she was standing in front of him, making a
move to get into his space like he always does to her.
Then... just like a baby deer on ice... her legs gave. Stiles knew she was
going to face plant right in front of Derek. There was no way that she had the
arm strength to try and catch herself. She was accepting her fate and endless
embarassment when two strong arms grabbed her, pulling her to their owners
chest. Stiles looked up to see Derek had a hold of her, what appeared to be
concern in his features.
"Stiles."
"Derek...."
Before she could get words out, his lips were on hers and one of his hand
winding into her hair. It wasn't soft and tender, it was passionate and fierce.
The kind of kissing that only leads to one thing, and jesus Stiles was not
going to protest it. Derek lifted Stiles completely, never letting his lips
leave hers. When she was secure on the bed, Stiles felt Derek take his hands
out from behind her and knelt over her on the bed, moving his lips to her neck.
Everything that was happening was like it was out of a dream. Stiles was sure
she was going to wake up any moment and be extremely frustrated. Yet, she
didn't. Derek continued to move his hands along her body until they got to her
hips. Stopping and holding. They were both fully clothed, and god Stiles wanted
everything in the world to make that change. Derek buried his face in Stile's
neck, and while he wasn't verbally speaking she knew he was asking. She wasn't
trusting her voice so her body language had to do. Or she could hand him the
one thing that said green light... go.
While Derek was busy nipping at her shoulder, Stiles shoved her hand in her
drawer. Digging for the box of condoms that she kept as Scott's wing girl. She
found it half empty and made a mental note to discuss the missing items with
Scott... because dear god. Anyway... back to this because why was Stiles even
thinking of anyone other than the hot Alpha practically laying on top of her.
She slapped the packet onto Derek's chest, his hand replaced hers, grabbing it
from her and then putting his hands back on her hips. There was a brief moment
when their eyes locked. Stiles was trying her best to convey that there was no
anxiousness in her at all, even though there was. She was trying to read his
expression when he flipped her to her stomach. While she wanted to see him the
whole time she wasn't going to argue it, she would take him anyway she could
get him. Stiles waited anxiously as she could hear Derek unzipping his pants,
and tearing open the packet. Her heart was in her throat and there was no way
Derek couldn't hear it.
This was one of the times Stiles was happy she didn't wear underwear to bed,
since Derek just pushed her shorts aside. For a fleeting moment, Stiles thought
about the implications of what was happening, but feeling Derek lining up
pushed all other thoughts away. As Derek bottomed out inside her, Stiles
screamed into her pillow. Thankful that her father wasn't home, because there
was no way this was going to be quiet. By the grace of god, Derek kept still
for a moment letting Stiles adjust to him. The pain throbbed through her
abdomen, and her legs. He was so big that honestly, she thought she would break
if he moved.
The pain turned into an ache and Stiles could feel Derek's breath between her
shoulder blades. The burst of air were rapid, and Stiles could feel the body
above her trembling. Clearly it was hard for Derek to keep control. Before
really thinking about it, Stiles pushed back and Derek began moving. His
thrusts were harsh. Deep and quick, pulling sounds out of Stiles that she was
sure would only come from a porno. Derek's hands felt like they were burning
paths into Stiles's skin as they touched her sides and hips. While Stiles was
overcome with the pleasure of having Derek inside of her, and stretching her to
impossible limits, it was almost too much.
She didn't want to say it hurt, but it was too intense. Stiles bit into her
lip, trying to hold back some of the moans that were coming from her. While she
was silent except for small whimpers, Derek's movements changed. Slowing to an
achingly slow pace, rolling his hips hitting different angles. When Stiles's
noises didn't change her position did. Derek's arm was wrapped around her waist
as she was pulled up into his lap with her back presses to his chest. When
Derek delivered the first thrust in the new position Stiles couldn't keep
quiet. He was hitting her perfectly with every move and the pleasure was
crashing into her at a level she never thought she would experience.
To keep herself steady Stiles brought her arm up, sending her fingers right
into Derek's hair, gripping at the strands and scraping at his scalp. A groan
slipped Derek's lips right into her ear, and Stiles felt in right between her
legs. It was the first noise aside from heavy breathing from Derek, and Stiles
wanted more. If he was going to hear her fall apart on his dick, then she
wanted to hear him too. Each tug brought another groan, and growl. The noises
bringing Stiles closer and closer to hitting her climax.
As Derek's hand dug into her hips, slamming her into him Stiles fell over the
edge. Her body shaking as she threw her head back.
"D...D-Derek!"
She was blinded by the pleasure that was rushing through her. Each thrust after
that sent a moan out of Stiles that was downright filthy and she would never
admit to it. It was becoming too much, her only reaction was to grip Derek's
hair tighter.
"Ung.... Stiles...." Derek's tone was clipped, and almost like he was in agony.
With a final thrust Derek was spilling into the condom, and Stiles's name
slipping from his lips in a whisper that was so low she wouldn't have heard it
in another position.
Derek rested his head on Stiles's shoulder, taking a few deep breathes, trying
to right himself. If Stiles hadn't felt like jelly from the pool she would have
now. At this point her body was beyond exhaustion, and if Derek hadn't been
holding her up she would have flopped face first to the bed. Before Stiles
could say anything, the wolf had gently pulled her away from him and laid her
down on her side. She didn't watch as Derek removed the condom, or when he
zipped up his pants. But she did watch as he sat there on the side of the bed,
looking at the floor. As if he was delaying his departure.
For the first time in her life, words had escaped her. Stiles didn't know what
to say or even if she should say anything. So she kept her mouth shut and just
watched. Derek gently shook his head, and stood. Heading to the window. He was
gone as quickly as he had showed up. Stiles laid there for a while. Just
looking at the window. She didn't expect him to come back, but now all she
could think about was how conflicting his words and actions were. In the pool
he said he didn't trust her, and that she didn't trust him. Basically she was
only keeping him afloat to gain something. But this... having sex.... people
who don't trust each other don't have sex.... right? Stiles was sure of that,
but the way it ended, the way Derek left... it felt like he wanted to say it
was a mistake, but wouldn't. With a watery sigh, Stiles rolled over and
resigned herself to the fact that it was a mistake, and Derek wouldn't want her
anyway.
-----
Over the next few months, they found out who the Kanima was, Stiles got a new
phone, played and won in the Championships, and got kidnapped by a deranged old
man. Her face beaten to almost a pulp.... thank god for makeup. They had
managed to save Jackson, and he joined the pack. Well... Derek's pack. Derek
and Scott where still on the outs about the whole Scott working against Derek
and forcing Derek to bite Gerard. But with the Alpha pack showing up and the
durach... well they had to work together.
Every time Stiles and Derek were in the same room, or meeting, or something he
would just glare at her like he had before. Nothing changed there. Except....
it did. Stiles didn't want Derek to hate her, she didn't want to hate Derek.
She didn't hate Derek. And when Scott finally joined Derek's pack after a whole
epic shit ton of ridiculousness happened, Stiles had to find a way to make it
work. She still wanted Derek, but she couldn't let it show. She told no one
about her and Derek. Scott had his suspicion's that something was different
with her, but he was as oblivious as a door knob. Especially with Allison
around.
So, Stiles needed a distraction. Especially after the pack caught wind that
Derek, one not dead Derek.... that also was not a fun endeavor... was hooking
up with Ms. Blake.... or Jennifer as everyone else called her. Frankly it made
Stiles's stomach turn every time she looked at Ms. Blake in class. Immediately
she thought of how Derek was in bed, and how now instead of her it was
Jennifer, and was he rough with her or was he gentle. It got to the point where
Scott was texting her telling her she needed to tone down the anger a bit, the
scent was killing him. Stiles did a little victory dance when they found out
that the Durach was Jennifer, and Derek ended up killing her before she could
steal another virgin.
Beacon Hills was a mess, Stiles's life was a mess.... and once again.... she
needed a distraction. The twins had stayed in Beacon Hills, trying their best
to join Derek's pack. Lydia was enamored with Aiden and for once Jackson was on
the sidelines with Stiles as the odd ones out. That is when the opportunity
presented itself. Stiles wants the distraction, and Jackson wanted to get over
the fact that Lydia was all over another werewolf. No matter how much he said
he didn't care, part of him was still jealous. Even though they ended on mutual
terms because they were just not going to work out anymore.
That was how Stiles ended up in Jackson's lap in the front seat of his new
sports car. Her shirt thrown to the passenger seat, and her shorts kicked
somewhere on the floor board. Stiles wasn't as anxious this time, honestly she
just wanted to be lost somewhere other than her own mind. Jackson wasn't as big
as Derek, but it felt good. Aside from her knees digging into the gear shift,
and the handle of the door. Jackson's hips didn't roll like Derek's, and his
technique was different. But that's what Stiles wanted. Something different.
Each short thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge, until she was
screaming Jackson's name while he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She had to hand it to him, she came... a few times, but it wasn't what she
expected. Stiles had imagined that Jackson was the type that was in it for his
own pleasure, but that wasn't the case. Yeah he wanted to get off just as much
as Stiles did...considering the fact that he had her pulled on top of him
before she could even get the question out of if he wanted to get laid.
Once Stiles's shirt was back on, and the rest of her clothes in their rightful
place, Jackson put the car in gear and pulled out of the abandoned warehouse
lot they had found to talk. They had become closer, tolerating each other a
little more when Jackson started to see what it was like to be the odd one out.
In front of the pack they were the same old Stiles and Jackson, picking on each
other and yelling at each other. But at night when both of them lay awake their
text messages told a different story. One that said they were friends... almost
"bros". Then their late night texts turned into late night drives.
Stiles sat in the passenger seat, silence filled the car. It wasn't awkward,
except for Jackson glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Like he was
watching her, waiting for a reaction.
"Jackson. Stop staring at me."
"I can't help it Stilinski.... this isn't like you. Quiet and all... I mean...
also...."
"Just say it Whittmore."
"I'm not the first person you hooked up with. Who was it?"
"Wow. That is also none of your business."
"Whatever."
The silence started again as they neared Stiles's house. She didn't care.
Jackson had opened a wound he didn't even know she was nursing, and she wasn't
going to word vomit to him. No one was going to know unless Derek told them.
She wasn't going to say a word. Her lips were sealed. When Jackson pulled up to
her house, he put the car in park and turned toward Stiles. Clearly there was
something he wanted to say but didn't.
"Thanks for the orgasm buddy." Stiles turned to him. "We probably shouldn't
make this a regular thing. Werewolf sense of smell and all."
"Jesus Stiles. Okay, fine. But... one more. Call it a freebee."
"Okay. One more. See you later Whittmore."
Stiles climbed out of the car, and shit the door. Giggling to herself as she
walked up the walkway, and heard Jackson rev his engine as he drove down the
street. They hadn't been planning on having this sort of thing happen between
them. They hated each other for the majority of their lives, but when an
opportunity presents itself.... why not right?
She knew it couldn't continue. Eventually the wolves would notice. Their super
smelling abilities, and the inability to literally keep their noses out of
other people's business would ruin the secret. As is was, if one of the pack
showed up to her house, or ran into Jackson they would smell them on each
other. Stiles wasn't ashamed, it just wasn't something she wanted everyone to
know. Well Lydia... or Derek, and Scott might kill him.
The idea of one last free bee would work, but they would have to make it worth
it. The problem was as time went on Stiles had to keep herself from texting
Jackson and calling him over for a late night booty call. Their late night
drives were more tense, so they stuck to conversations that would ruin any
chance of another hook up. Occasionally they would tease each other, a wink
here and there, or an inappropriate text message in the middle of class or a
pack meeting. It wasn't until school was over that Stiles felt like she was
going to lose her mind.
A big bad had come into town and was causing all sorts of problems for the pack
during the last week of school. Meaning Stiles was in more and more meetings
and pulled into empty class rooms to listen to a plan or create a plan. Every
single one of these meetings included Derek. He would just stand there, arms
crossed with his signature broody murder brows. Every now and then he would
throw in an argument or a growl, but he just continued to glare at Stiles. She
was tired of fighting the fact that she was hurt. That she did a lot of things
for Derek just to be glared at, and yelled at.
The night they had planned to get rid of the leprechaun.... yeah those exist by
the way. No they are not dressed in green and wanting lucky charms. They are
assholes. But that night, Stiles was grouped with Derek and Allison. Not of her
own choice, but Scott seemed to think that was a good idea. Watching Derek as
he didn't even attempt to make conversation with her was depressing. With the
effort of fighting it taking too much energy she didn't try. Allison wouldn't
pick up on it unless she wasn't focusing on the task.
Stiles kept uncharacteristically quiet, earning side glances from Derek.
Anytime he would close the gap between them by walking closer Stiles would move
away. Confusion was written all over Derek's face until they found the
Leprechaun and dealt with it. Lydia's scream damn near turned the thing into
stone so it was an easy fight considering that they had prepared for worse. As
everyone stood at the entry way to a service road, Stiles seemed to place her
self the farthest away from the group.
Controlling her mouth was one thing, but body language.... Stiles struggled
with that. Her arms crossed her chest, she bit into her cheek, and looked at
the ground. If she could see herself, Stiles would say that she looked
completely defeated. With the feeling of someone staring at her, Stiles looked
up to find once again the eyes of an Alpha boring into her. Everyone else was
breaking off and heading home, but Stiles hadn't been listening so she didn't
get the opportunity to be out of there before any awkward conversations
started.
"Stiles."
"Shit." She muttered. "Yeah?"
Derek walked toward her, the look on his face was something that Stiles
couldn't read. She felt like she was being hunted the way Derek stalked toward
her, but her flight reflex was not working. Every fiber of her wanted to run at
Derek and kiss him... touch him... anything. Sure Jackson was great but god...
Derek.
"We need...."
"STILINSKI!" Jackson's voice boomed in her direction, cutting Derek off.
"WHAT?!"
"You want a ride to your place? Allison is going to Scott's."
"Fuck. Okay. Yeah." Stiles turned back to Derek, and when he didn't make an
effort to say anything, she did. "See ya SourWolf."
Being in the car with Jackson was a little awkward. He was clearly trying to
listen in on the conversation with Derek that didn't continue, but that was
just how Jackson was. As they drove into town an idea popped into Stiles's
head. School was out, it was summer, her dad was going to be gone all night so
he wouldn't miss her coming in later than usual.
"Go to the school."
"What?" Jackson turned his head, surprise written all over his face.
"You heard me." Her tone was clipped, which was fine.
Jackson pulled into the parking lot of the school. Stiles got out of the car,
and headed to the locker room door. Just as Stiles was pulling open the door
she heard Jackson mumble something and run after her. Stiles let the door close
behind her and walked into the main area of the locker room. Coach was out of
there faster than the students on the last day so it was deserted. At least on
the inside. The security still patrolled, but they never went in the locker
room unless there were noises. Stiles wasn't even concerned about Jackson's
car, there had been 3 or 4 other cars when they parked.
When the door closed, Stiles stood against a locker, waiting for Jackson to
find her. He rounded the corner with his arms crossed. There was a lot of that
going on today.
"What are you doing?!"
"Free Bee." Stiles cocked an eyebrow, and just stared at Jackson.
"Thought you would never ask."
Jackson moved into Stiles's space, aiming for a kiss to only be stopped by
Stiles pressing a hand to his chest. He looked from her hand to her face.
"Distraction remember."
"I don't know if we should do this here.... the security guard might find you.
Are you okay with that?"
The smart ass tone was back in Jackson's voice. Like he was taunting Stiles.
Usually she would aim for something more private, but she wanted to make it
worth it.
"You will have to keep me quiet then."
"Stiles.... you know what you are asking right."
"Yup." She popped the P and cocked her head. "Hard and fast."
Before they could say anything else, Jackson's pants were around his ankles.
Stiles's jeans were kicked to the floor and her tank top pulled down. She was
pressed up against the cold tile wall with Jackson slamming himself into her.
One hand clamped over her mouth, pulling her head back to expose her neck and
the other holding her hips in place. Jackson sucked a mark into the base of her
neck while bucking his hips at a brutal pace.
Muffled whimpers escaped from Stiles's lips as Jackson hit her hard where she
wanted it most. Jackson mumbled words and moans into her shoulder as he got
closer. Stiles started to wiggle a bit trying to find that perfect angle, but
she was just unable to being stretched out like this. With her free hand she
rubbed at herself feeling the wetness slip down her thighs. Jackson's thrusts
became more erratic, now hitting her at the right angle a muffled scream left
Stiles as she came around Jackson. Shortly after, Jackson stilled. Filling the
condom.
Stiles leaned against the wall for a moment, trying to catch her breath.
Jackson shuffled around next to her, disposing of the condom and then putting
his pants back in place. Something about Jackson that Stiles wondered if anyone
but her and Lydia knew was the small gestures. He handed her the jeans that
were tossed on the floor in their heist to get undressed, and smiled to himself
when she took them. It wasn't just that, it was how he held her up while she
got her feet under her.
Jackson had a gentleness to him that Stiles was sure he never let anyone see.
If things had been different, if they hadn't built so much hate toward each
other over the years Stiles might have tried with Jackson. When she looked up,
Stiles saw a look on Jackson's face that she wasn't expecting. Panic.
"Jackson?"
"Uh... so... I'm sorry?"
His eyes were leveled at her neck, and that was when Stiles remembered that he
most likely gave her a hickey. With wide eyes she ran over to the mirror over
the sink and examined the mark. It was small, and slightly purple. She could
hide it with makeup well enough, but still.
"God damnit!"
"Sorry. I didn't even think." There was a cocky tone in his voice causing
Stiles to spin around and face him head on.
"Seriously! There is a fucking pack bonfire next week! This thing better be
gone by then or else I am going to skin you and wear your fur as a fucking
winter jacket!"
A silence fell, until Jackson snorted. Trying to keep in the laughter. That
broke Stiles out of her anger and she burst out laughing. Putting her face in
her hands and groaning a little. Jackson moved closer to her, still laughing
and that was a mistake. Stiles reached out and punched him right in the
shoulder.
"Ow."
"Oh you are a werewolf get over it!"
"You want a ride home?"
"Nah. I'll walk. Fresh air will be nice."
Jackson nodded, and opened the door to the parking lot. Holding it and waiting
for Stiles to exit. This time she rolled her eyes at the gentlemanly action.
This was the last time, and now they had to get back to their regular routine.
Pick fights with each other, say things they don't mean and just be assholes.
"It was fun Stilinski." As Stiles passed Jackson smacked her ass.
"Do that again and you will be the next Peter Petigrew, missing a fucking hand.
You may heal but I don't think it will grow back."
"Who the fuck is that?"
"Oh my god. You uncultured swine."
Stiles moved to march off toward her house, but stopped. Turning to Jackson.
"Yeah. It was fun." It was his turn to roll his eyes, and watch as Stiles
headed home.
----
The night of the bonfire came quicker than Stiles was really prepared for. The
hickey no longer needed makeup to hide, although it was still there, if not
barely. She laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. This was going to be fun,
she was going to make herself have fun. Even if she really didn't want to go.
Jackson was pestering Stiles about going, and for once it wasn't the fact that
he would be there that was putting her off. She could deal with him, even if he
had been particularly douchey lately. It was Derek.
Of course Derek would be there. It was his pack. The problem was, Stiles wanted
nothing more than to be around Derek... the issue was that he just seemed to
hate her so much lately. Every time she would say something, Derek's comment of
"shut up Stiles" was spoken with a little more venom, and hate. It was the pool
all over again. His words played in her mind over and over again. I don't trust
you, and you don't trust me. It hurt thinking about it... then immediately her
mind would flow to how it felt with him, and how her stomach did this weird
thing when she thought about him like that. Even fantasizing about him hurt her
heart, but got her off anyway.
Stiles checked her phone, noticing that if she didn't get ready right now she
would be later than she wanted. Her hair was already in messy curls from her
attempt to get ready earlier, and her makeup was done. She just needed to get
dressed. The summer weather was in full swing, so shorts and a racerback tank
it was. With one glance in the mirror Stiles felt satisfied. Her tank hung on
her thin frame the front tucked into her shorts that were tight on her athletic
legs. With all this running around with wolves and actually playing in Lacrosse
games Stiles was becoming more toned, which gave her more confidence. With a
firm nod she was out the door headed to the preserve.
Thankfully she wasn't the last one there. Isaac and Scott were the last to show
bringing an amount of marshmallows that would make stay puft jealous.
Everything was going great. The fire was going, Allison had parked herself
right next to Stiles and Isaac was on the other side. Everyone was playing
games and telling jokes. Stiles could feel someone staring at her, but she
didn't acknowledge it. Peter had joined the party after a while, and mentioned
getting to know each other better since Aiden and Ethan had officially joined
the pack.
It was a great idea really, until the question of fears was asked. Everyone was
supposed to tell what their biggest fear was. It started with Scott, then
Allison. Scott's was obvious... becoming a murdering monster. Allison's fear
was accidentally killing an innocent. Then it fell to Stiles. Peter stood,
leaning against a tree trunk. His stupid low v-neck bugging the hell out of
Stiles. She was sure every wolf in this pack was squirming because they could
smell the anxiety coming off of her.
"So Stiles." Peter poses. "Taking out the element of family, because we all
know how you feel about losing your father."
This receives a growl from a few members of the pack. Jackson and Derek
included. But Peter brushed it off as he does and continues on.
"What is your biggest fear, something you are utterly terrified of, crippling
fear type."
Stiles stilled. She didn't want to say it. It was going to raise questions and
she just didn't want to.
"Can I opt out?"
"No."
Stalling.... Stiles needed to find a way to stall. When she looked up Derek was
staring at her, not his glare but a curiosity. The problem here was that the
moment Stiles says what her fear is, she was going to have to leave. It was
going to be awkward.
"Drowning." She whispered.
"What?" She knew the wolves had heard it, but the humans didn't.
"Drowning! I am terrified of drowning. Like paralyzingly terrified of Drowning.
Are you happy Peter?"
She stood, catching a glimpse of Derek's face. He had the same look that he
wore when Scott betrayed him. Stiles couldn't handle that... it hurt. So, she
headed to the jeep and drove home.
As she sat on the edge of her bed, with her head in her hands there was a soft
thud. The Sheriff wasn't home and wouldn't be for a while, so it could only be
one of three people. There was silence, meaning it was Derek. Stiles didn't
want to look at him.
"Why did you jump in the pool."
"Instinct."
"Lie."
Stiles sighed heavily, she wasn't going to give in that easily. "Why did you
come here that night? Why did you have sex with me?"
Derek crossed his arms, and Stiles looked up at him. His expression was pained,
as if he didn't want to say it and he hated her for what he was going to say.
"It's what you wanted. You got what you wanted."
"Excuse me?"
"It isn't the first time I was used for sex Stiles."
What?! Stiles thought she was going to be sick. Is that what Derek thought it
was? Saving his life in return for sex? Almost drowning, for sex... is he
missing something? Jesus.... and holy back track right back to the point where
Derek just said he was used for sex before? There was so much going on in
Stiles's head right now that she just needed to get out of it.
 
"Yeah... because you use someone for sex when you jump into a pool and almost
drown without even thinking because you want to use someone for sex..."
The words were mumbled, but Stiles knew that Derek would pick up on what she
was saying. She looked away from him, not knowing what to expect next. All she
knew was having him here, accusing her of using him broke her heart.
"Stiles."
"What Derek?" Her voice was shaky.
"You weren't lying when you said you were terrified of drowning. Why did you
jump in if you knew you could die?"
"Because you would have died if I didn't. I couldn't let that happen. Not
because I wanted anything from you, or needed you to keep me alive... because I
couldn't watch another person I care about die." She took a deep breath before
continuing. "I knew that there was a chance I would die, and we almost did. Why
would I do something I am so fucking terrified of doing, for sex?"
Derek didn't answer immediately. Instead he moved to sit next to her on the
edge of the bed. Looking at her.
"It hurt so fucking bad Derek. Hearing you say you don't trust me, yet there I
was holding you up knowing any moment I was going to give out and die. Then
we... you fuck me, the first person I've ever... it hurt Derek."
"I... I was your first?"
"Yeah." She sounded defeated.
"That hickey indicates I wasn't the last either." There was anger and... was
that jealousy in his voice?
"Well... I assumed that you hated me, that you were going to say it was a
mistake to sleep with me, so I found a distraction. It was a two time thing and
we decided it wasn't going to work. Not with the pack."
"It was someone in the pack?" Derek's eyes flashed.
Stiles scoffed. That was definitely jealousy, and Stiles wasn't sure if he was
going to go on a rampage or what he was going to do, but she would have to tell
him.
"We really didn't mean for it to happen... at least I wasn't planning on it.
Jackson and I just... we both wanted a distraction. Him from his own
problems.... me... well I wanted a distraction from you. Something else to
replace the sounds, the feelings... the complete and utter broken feeling I
felt when you were done with me."
"It doesn't smell like him in here."
"Try his Porsche, or the locker room."
When Stiles looked up at Derek, there wasn't anger on his face, or even a
distanced look. It was hurt. Pure, heartbroken hurt.
"I figured it was a courtesy fuck and that was it. I didn't tell Jackson... I
didn't tell anyone. I didn't even tell him that while it was good... he didn't
measure up. It's kind of hard to tell someone that the things you want aren't
what they are capable of giving you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that... I... I still want you. I don't want anyone else... I tried...
but it's not that same even though I don't even know if that was how it is
supposed to be."
Derek was silent again. Stiles watched as different emotions and thoughts
cycled across his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Clearly settling on
frustrated and angry.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."
"Stiles... basically what you have told me is that you jumped into a pool to
save my life because you wanted to keep me alive, because you care about me.
Even though your worst fear is drowning, you almost did... for me. Then I came
here, asking you what you wanted from me and I... I took your virginity.
Leaving you to try to fill the gap with someone else. Making you feel like I
was just done with you like a toy."
"I guess."
"Did I... I didn't physically hurt you did I? I wasn't exactly gentle."
"Neither was Jackson."
"Stiles." This was a whimper. Derek's face was back to hurt.
"Kind of. I mean... it hurt but... I didn't want you to stop. I never said
anything."
"You never said anything. You said my name. That was it. Fuck...."
Derek stood. Running his hands through his hair... pacing. Pulling a Stiles. He
was doing it very well... maybe he watches her more than she thinks.
"I never asked. I just took because I thought you were... Jesus Stiles. I took
advantage of you, and I was rough with you. That's not how that should have
been. You could have said no. You know that right? You can always say no."
"I didn't want to. I don't want to say no. Not to you."
"Did Jackson ask."
This time Derek was firm. This was a yes or no answer question and Stiles knew
it. If Derek didn't like the answer, then Jackson would probably be dead by
morning.
"Yes."
"He didn't hurt you did he? Not like... I did?"
"If you call a quick hook up in a Porsche, and a hard fuck on the wall of the
locker room after killing a leprechaun anything like what we did... it isn't
the same. I didn't know I could feel the way I did with you Derek. You didn't
hurt me."
Derek didn't respond. He just stood there with his arms crossed. The same way
he did when he came in. Clearly his was battling himself with this whole
situation. Stiles knew she didn't make it any better, just throwing all of it
at him. Like that was going to fix anything. He feels like he did something
wrong, like he wronged Stiles in a way no one should, and the horrible part was
she didn't agree.
A lightbulb went off. Stiles was going to do something a little drastic, and
she just hoped it didn't make things worse. Anxiety filled her stomach when she
stood, and her heart went into a frenzy slamming against her ribs as she
stepped closer to Derek. The wolf just stared at her, confusion written in his
eyes. Stiles smirked as she leaned up, placing her lips to his. Flicking her
tongue across his lip hoping to spur him. He was kissing back but it wasn't
with the same intensity, almost like he was afraid to.
Stiles grabbed his hand, trailing it down her side until she was pressing his
fingers over her shorts where she wanted him the most. Moaning into his mouth.
With her free hand she reached for his waist band, pulling him closer to her as
she grazed his growing erection with her fingers until she was palming him in
his jeans. That seemed to do it. Derek was tasting every inch of her mouth, and
gently rubbing her through her shorts as he backed them up to the bed.
As they fell back, Derek made his best effort to keep the physical contact. The
position they were in resembled the first time they were together. Derek
hovering over her, but instead of burying his face in her neck he was looking
right at her.
"You can say no too Derek." Stiles's voice was shaky but for a different
reason. "I'm not using you... I want you."
While Derek was just staring at her, Stiles removed her clothes. Realizing for
this would be the first time she was completely naked while having sex. When
she squirmed under Derek's gaze he went into action. Pulling the clothes from
his body. His hand placed right at Stiles's core, rubbing gently. Pulling sharp
breathes from Stiles. He was kissing her neck, until Stiles reached down and
squeezed his hard cock.
"Fuck." Derek's breath hot on Stiles's neck. "Say yes."
"What?"
"Stiles... say yes. Please."
"Yes."
The next thing Stiles knew, Derek was pulling a condom from her drawer and
tearing open the package. She leaned up to roll to her stomach when Derek
stopped her.
"What are you doing?"
"Well... I mean you wanted me from behind last time.. so..."
"I couldn't look at your face... I want to see it..."
Derek gently pushed Stiles back down, pulled her legs farther apart and lined
himself at her entrance. Looking her dead in the eye.
"If I hurt you..."
"Derrekkk...."
Stiles bucked her hips up a bit, letting his head slip in. A moan fell from her
lips. As Derek slid completely into her, he lifted her leg, wrapping it around
his hip to give him more access and to make it easier for her. Stiles bit into
her lip to keep from screaming. Derek was considerably larger than Jackson, and
god she thought he would tear her apart. She had forgotten how full she felt
with Derek.
The wolf stilled above her, looking at her. Not burying his face, not trying to
hide. Instead he was open, raw and vulnerable. Watching every move and
shuttering at every sound Stiles made. She could feel is body shaking.
"I...if.... you don't have to hold back..." her words choppy between gasps.
Derek didn't answer. Instead he kissed her, delving his tongue into her mouth
wanting her to focus on something else. When Stiles was ready, she tugged his
hair, scraping his scalp. The moan the left him went straight to her clit
throbbing through her body.
"Fuck... I... do it again."
As Stiles did it again Derek slowly slid out and then back in. His pace wasn't
rough, or hard. He was diving deep inside her. So deep that Stiles was pretty
sure he was fucking her soul, but god it felt so good. She wanted to scream it,
moan it but she didn't. Instead Stiles slipped her hand over her mouth. Derek's
pace slowed, as he lifted his hand to hers, pulling it away.
"Don't be quiet." His voice was shaky and husky.
Derek delivered a perfect hit, and Stiles threw her head back, moaning louder
than she had before. Derek knew what he was doing, and how to do it. Driving
her mad with every skilled thrust. Pushing deeper and deeper. She didn't want
it to end, but she could feel herself growing closer. She would come just from
Derek fucking her. Just the thought had her slipping into oblivion, she just
needed that final push. That one thing to snap the string.
"Stiles...." Derek grunted. His climax coming up on him.
"Say it again."
"Fuck.... S-Stiles..." His hips stuttered, and hit hard.
"Derek... fuck..... Derek don't stop!"
Stiles's orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. A white light blinded
her as she pressed her forehead into Derek's shoulder as he fucked her through
it.
"Stiles... I can't... Fuck... Stiles!!"
Derek growled her name, one hard final thrust until he came spilling into the
condom. Whimpers leaving his lips every time his hips stuttered. The feeling
was almost too much for Stiles. She was over sensitive but she didn't want him
to leave. She didn't want Derek to stop. When they both caught their breath,
Derek gently pulled himself from Stiles and disposed of the condom. He reached
for his boxers and that's when Stiles felt it. He was going to leave her here
again. Instead of picking up his own clothes, he picked up Stiles's underwear
and tank top. Handing them to her. She put them on and laid back down just
waiting.
"Stiles?" His voice was quiet.
"Hmm?" She could feel the tears starting to come.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah." It was a whisper.
"Lie." Now Derek sounded hurt. He slid back into the bed next to her, still
only wearing his boxers. "Why are you lying?"
Stiles took a deep breath, it was shaky and watery and she knew this was going
to be a mess.
"Every time I have ever had sex... it's been.... I mean... Jackson dropped me
off right after, I walked out of the locker room leaving Jackson there, you
left... This... this was different. Every time I have had sex it has been
rushed, either pushing my clothes to the side, or just taking off my pants...
never the clothes off, slow, hard... not... not that... not what we just had."
"Okay."
"I just... I thought it would be different."
"Stiles this is different. I needed you to tell me yes. God... feeling your
nails scratch at my scalp and pull my hair... No matter what I did... I
couldn't get that feeling out of my head. This is different because I don't
want this to be a one time thing."
"Two time..."
"Semantics." Derek swallowed hard. "I don't have a right to be jealous. I was
with someone else. You know that. You... god... you just... I could smell how
angry you were and how much you hated her. I feel like shit for what I did. You
saved my life and I just... ruined it."
"I saved your life because I love you. You idiot."
The wolf was stunned. Stiles was stunned too if we were being honest. She
didn't expect those words to come out of her mouth, but they weren't a lie.
Derek knew that.
"I uhm... I love you too." A smile crept across his lips. "You know this means
you can have me whenever right?"
Stiles laughs. How is this her life?!
"Because..." Derek continues "It's never felt like that before... even the
first time. I was messed up about it for days... so... I mean... I'm kind of
addicted to you. I'd probably let you do anything... I would never say no."
"Derek. You won't say no or you don't want to say no?"
"Same thing."
"It is not. Someone else didn't give you that option. You have the option."
"I don't want to ever say no. Not to you. Plus.... I think I will be the one
always asking."
"You know... this means that Jackson is going to find out who took my
virginity."
Derek scoffs. Pulling Stiles into him, and burying his face into her neck.
"I'm more worried about Scott and Allison."
"Awe hell."
This was the best Stiles has felt in months. Laying in her bed, pulled into
Derek's chest. Things are going to be hard sometimes, but she was fairly
certain that Derek wasn't leaving her, not now. Not ever.
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Cas. Let me in." Dean tries, but he's met with a stony silence.

With a resigned huff he goes back to the bedroom and gets several blankets and
a pillow to make a bed for himself on the floor outside of the bathroom, so
he'll be nearby if Cas needs something.

He feels like he shouldcall Charlie, but he and Cas are finally doing better
again, and he doesn't want to hurt the kit again, so he doesn't call.

He just snuggles into his makeshift bed and falls into an uneasy sleep.
-o-
He's awakened an hour later by muffled crying. He sits up and presses his ear
to the bathroom door. Yes, that's definitely crying.

He knocks on the door.

"Cas." He calls out. "Open the door."

To his surprise, the door swings open easily. Cas must have unlocked it while
Dean was asleep. Dean pushes it open to see Cas curled in on himself next to
the sink. He's whimpering and crying, his tail and his arms are wrapped around
his stomach.

Dean crawls in and kneels next to Cas. He reaches out and runs his fingers
through the kit's hair.

Cas opens his eyes slowly and let's out a labored breath.

"Hurts." He whispers.

"I know, baby." Dean says sorrowfully. "It's okay. It'll be okay."

Cas shakes his head. He points to his stomach. "It hurts." He says. And yeah,
that's the heat. Then he points to his chest. "Hurts too."

Dean cocks his head. "Your chest hurts?"

Cas shakes his head again. "My heart."

Dean strokes his hand down Cas's back. "Why does your heart hurt?" He asks.

"You don't... want me." Cas says slowly.

"Of course I want you, sweetheart." Dean assured him.

He's just huffs. "You don't want me... as a mate. I thought...." he trails off.

Dean swallows, now his heart hurts too. "What did you think?"

"Thought we were mates." Cas says quietly, and tears start to snake down his
cheeks again.

Dean sits back and runs a hand down his face. He wants Cas. He wants him so
bad. And Cas wants him back. And Cas is hurting, physically and emotionally,
and he just can't do this anymore. He can't keep hurting Cas.

A small part of him still says this is wrong, but the rest of him is saying
fuck it.

He leans over and scoops up Cas. "It's okay, baby. I'm sorry." He says,
pressing kisses to the sides of the kit's face. "I'm so sorry. Do you still
want to be mates?"

Cas turns his head to look at him, sniffles, and nods.

Dean moves his hand to brush Cas's cheek with his knuckles. "Then we're mates."

Cas's eyes widen. "Mates?"

Dean nods. "Mates." He says, and kisses Cas on the mouth.

Cas mewls with happiness, stretching his arms up to wrap them around Dean's
neck. Then he flinches, though, and Dean remembers the heat pains. There's only
one way to help those.

He stands, still holding Cas, and makes his way out of the bathroom to the pile
of blankets on the floor. He lays the kit down gently on the blankets, face
down, with a pillow under him so that his rear is in the air.

"Don't worry, kitten." Dean says soothingly as he slips Cas's sweatpants down
over the curve of his ass and thighs. "I'm gonna take care of you."

He slips Cas's sweatpants the rest of the way off and tosses them to the side.
His hands come up to gently cup Cas's little ass and he squeezes softly. He
lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and pulls Cas's cheeks
apart.

He brushes his thumb over Cas's asshole, feeling the way the muscle contracts.
The little opening is so wet that it's practically dripping and a spike of glee
shoots through him.
He wants to take his time, to kiss and taste and tease, but there isn't time
now. Now, he has to help Cas, there will be time for those other things later.

He works pointer finger slowly inside of Cas, brushing along his inside walls
and reveling in the heat. After a few minutes he puts in another finger, slowly
working the kit open.

He should do more, he knows, he's much bigger than Cas, but Cas is in
legitimate pain and he has to stop it.

He pulls his pajama pants down to his knees and holds his own cock in his hand.
He lines it up with Cas's little hole and, slowly, presses in. Cas is so small,
so tight. Dean barely has the tip in before Cas is whining and squirming
beneath him. He stops, breathing heavily, and leans down so that he's draped
over Cas, leaning on his elbows that bracket Cas's head.

"You okay, baby?" he asks.

Cas is huffing and his face is red, but he nods, and Dean presses forward.

By the time he bottoms out he's dizzy, struggling to breath as waves of
pleasure crash through him.

"You're so good." He grunts to Cas, as he pulls out.

"So tight." As he plunges back in.

"So wet. Oh fuck, you're so wet for me baby. My sweet baby. Gonna make you feel
so good."

He quickens his pace, fucking in and out of Cas like it's the last thing he'll
ever do.

"Alpha!" Cas whines beneath him. His tail is wrapped around Dean's upper thigh
so hard it's probably going to end up bruising.

And then, without warning, he's right on the edge. He rushes forward, spilling
over like a waterfall, filling Cas with his seed.

Cas's whines turn to relieved sighs, and Dean collapses on top of him.

They only lay like that for a minute before Cas is squirming beneath Dean, who
is still fully seated in the kit, and mewling "Alpha! You're crushing me!"

Dean chuckles and raises himself up on his elbows again. He looks down at where
they're joined, watching the way his slowly softening cock is slipping out of
Cas's hole.

"You're so good, baby." He rumbles as the kit turns over. He looks up at Dean
with those clear blue eyes and smiles the first real smile Dean's seen on him
since his last heat.

"We're really mates?" He asks.

Dean leans down and captures Cas's mouth with his own, he licks the small,
chapped lips. He nips at them playfully. He slowly licks his way into Cas's
mouth, and the little thing is soresponsive, wriggling and moaning beneath him.

"We're really mates." He says, when he comes up to breathe.

Cas grins and arches his back, Dean suddenly becomes aware that there's
something small and hard poking him in the stomach. He looks down and realizes
that he's totally neglected Cas's little dick. It's sitting there, flushed and
needy, against Cas's belly.

He leans back and Cas let's out a little whine before Dean leans forward to
lick a stripe up his little length.

He presses wet, open mouthed kisses to the hot length, eyes locked with Cas. He
tongues the head, dipping into the slit teasingly.

Cas mutters a string of "alphaalphaalpha" over and over again beneath him and
when Dean finally sucks the prick into his mouth the kit let's out a sound
that's part moan and part yowl, high and keening.

The cock is tiny, it lays easily on Dean's tongue as he sucks it. He swirls his
tongue around it, licks at it like it's ice cream.

Then, finally, Cas wails and little spurts of come are dripping out of his
dick.

Dean leans up and kisses him slowly, sliding the babycome between their
tongues. Cas loves it, he hums and swallows it hungrily.

Sated, they both promptly fall asleep on the now dirty blankets.

-o-

Dean wakes several hours later and has himself a good stretch before turning to
Cas, who is still asleep. He's laying on his stomach, a happy little smile on
his lips.

Dean rolls onto his side and reaches over to rub Cas's little ass. He can do it
now, Cas is his mate. His fingers dip between the cheeks and, before he knows
it, he's fingering the kit.

Cas must have been really tuckered out because he's still asleep, but Dean
decides that that isn't going to keep him from having fun.

He moves so that he's between Cas's legs, and parts his asscheeks. He leans
down and gives the little hole a kiss, it twitches beneath him. Dean spots some
heat slick sliding out of Cas's hole to his little ballsack and goes to lick it
up, marveling at the softness of Cas's skin.

He laps at the boy's asshole, tasting him, drinking him, tonguing into the
little folds and crevices.

He opens Cas with his fingers and it surprised when some of his own come leaks
it out. He licks it up eagerly, not willing to waste a drop, and swallows it
with a satisfied hum.
Once he's got Cas opened, he moves over him and lines himself up. After a
moment, he presses in.

It's strange to do this while the boy is asleep, he's barely met with any
resistance at all. He finds he likes this too, though, Cas pliant beneath him.
He fucks into the kit vigorously.

When he's almost finished, brutal pace taking him to the finish line quickly,
he hears a whine beneath him and realizes that Cas has woken up.

He just grunts into his pillow and, when Dean comes with a shout, he grins
lazily up at him.

-o-

About an hour later they take a shower. They're both sticky and stinky and
covered in come and they desperately need to be cleaned.

Dean gently washes Cas's hair, careful not to get any of the soap in his eyes.
He rubs the strawberry body wash over the kit's skinny chest, his smooth belly.
He pays special attention to Cas's little cock, soaping it up deliberately and
getting a delighted purr.

Cas, of course, insists on cleaning Dean as well. He has Dean kneel, first, and
works the shampoo thoroughly through his alpha's hair. Then he rubs the body
wash over the muscles in the man's chest, his shoulders, his arms. He's
trembling with happiness by the time he tells Dean to stand. He gets behind the
man, and starts to spread the body wash over the globes of his ass.

It's obvious he other plans, though, and he soon abandons the pretense of
washing to palm Dean's ass open and inspect it. He eyes the hole for a moment,
and then gives it an experimental lap. Dean groans and presses back into Cas,
who gives a happy mewl and begins to lap earnestly at Dean's hole, little pink
tongue darting quickly after its prize.

He's not as skilled as Dean, though, and before too long he has to dart between
his alpha's legs to the front.

Dean almost has a heart attack when Cas starts lapping gently at his cock with
his little tongue, fulfilling so many dirty fantasies he never imagined would
come to fruition.
He let's the kit lick at his manhood for a while before he needs more, and
instructs him to open his mouth.

Cas does so readily, and Dean slips his dick in until Cas chokes.

The sight before him is almost enough to make Dean lose it right then. Cas is
looking up at him adoringly through his long dark lashes, hair wet, pink lips
stretched obscenely around Dean's hard cock.

He starts to rock back and forward into Cas's mouth. He reaches down and
strokes his hair lovingly, muttering praise.

"Such a pretty little mouth." He says. "Looks so good around my cock. Doing so
good, baby. So good."

He pulls out when he comes, splattering his seed onto Cas's lips, his nose, his
pretty little collar bone.

He leans down to lick the evidence away, and then they have to wash all over
again.

-o-

They fuck constantly during Cas's heat, and Dean doesn't think he's ever seen
his pet happier.

No matter what they're doing, Cas is always up for a fuck, scrambling onto
Dean's lap to sink down onto his length during movies or dinner.

Dean is in heaven, he doesn't want it to ever end.

When Cas's heat inevitably ends, he's still insatiable. He's back to wearing
panties again, and he sways around the house in them, flicking his tail and
looking up through his eyelashes suggestively. He knows what his body does to
his alpha. He knows that the sight of him in his sheer lace panties makes his
alpha's cock swell and harden and he loves it.

Dean could kick himself for all the years he's wasted not fucking this perfect
little creature, because this is the happiest he's ever been in his life.
 
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