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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Where_should_I_begin?, unedited, Roleplay, Rough_Sex, Omegle_Made_Me_Do
      It, Puppies, Love, Romance, Pack_Dynamics, Pack_Mother_Stiles_Stilinski,
      Pack_Mom, Pack_Dad_Derek_Hale, Knotting, Wolfed_Out_Sex, Peter_Stole
      Stiles'_Acid, Derek_Stoles_Stiles'_Weed, Porn_with_Feelings, Warm_and
      Fuzzy_Feelings, Feelings, Mpreg_Elements, Cock_Worship
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sterek_RP's
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-01 Words: 6793
****** Same Love ******
by ChelseasDeadSmile, TheFlagOfHeaven42
Summary
     It wasn't Derek's fault that he caught Stiles using Omegle, and made
     things escalate from there...
Notes
     /these/ mean to emphasize the word.
     This one-shot is LARGELY unedited to any mistakes you see within were
     written whenever I and FlagHeaven, who I RP'ed with, wrote them. I do
     NOT care to change ANY of the RP as I fucking love it. It's the most
     fun I've had off an MMORPG.
     For reference: I played Derek Hale while she played Stiles Stilinski.
     Hope you enjoy it, because I sure as hell did!
You: Stiles?
Stranger: Yeah?
You: Why are you on the same chat site I am?
Stranger: Why are you on Omegle?
You: I'm doing it to find interesting people. Why are you on this site? And
don't try to hide your phone - I can see it.
Stranger: Stop looking at my phone.
Stranger: I didnt even know you knew what the internet was until I explained it
to you.
You: I can't exactly stop looking seeing as you're less than five feet away
from me. The Internet Inefficient one is Peter - not me.
Stranger: Oh. Well damn. Interesting.
You: I suppose, but shouldn't you be watching the movie rather than trying to
get some poor girl or guy interested in your not-so-interesting life?
Stranger: .... fuck you asshole
Stranger: I almost didnt even come to this stupid thing so back off.
You: All it took was Scott saying that he'd finally watch the Star Wars series,
and giving you the sour gummy worms that you
won't.stop.letting.hang.out.of.your.MOUTH!
Stranger: Well star wars are important and proper snackage is also...
You: That's what you said the last time Lydia had a girls night that you rudely
interrupted - don't think I didn't hear about it.
Stranger: DO you want me to leave? Is that it?
You: No. I want you, and your sour gummy worm mouth in my bedroom in the next
five minutes or I'm restricting you from coming to Pack Nights which host Star
Wars for the next three weeks
Stranger: .. yes sir.
You: ...Stop making that face at me or I'll take the candy away. Plus! The next
time you come on here - you better let me know about it...I might have to help
you troll on it sometime.
Stranger: Dont take my candy away! I'll be good! I swear!
You: Yeah, like the one time you didn't take your Adderall, and proceeded to
paint my apartment pink and dye my hair green?
Stranger: .... That was... I.. okay that was a special circumstance.. that was
the absence of Adderall and also.. drugs. Sorta.
You: You're lucky I didn't tell your Dad about the weed I found in your bedroom
- otherwise you'd be spending time in jail...again.
Stranger: It was /you/ that took my weed! Dammit sourwolf I paid good money for
that. Good thing you didnt find my acid.
You: No, it was /Peter/ that found your acid, and proceeded to go clubbing for
the last week and a half.
Stranger: That.... rat... BASTARD! I PAID THREE HUNDRED BUCKS FOR THAT SHIT!
You: Well you shouldn't keep it in your room if you don't want any of us to
sniff it out.
Stranger: Fine. I moved my stash anyway.
Stranger: You guys suck.
You: Yeah, don't count on it being hidden for long. We're always anywhere you
are so we can smell it.
Stranger: Nuh uh. And why do you guys think you have the right to stop me from
doing whatever the heck I want anyway?
You: Because you're the Pack Mom, Stiles. You take care of us while we take
care of you.
Stranger: I never agreed to that. Fuck off. I cant take care of myself let
alone anyone else.
You: Whenever you became mine - the title came with it. I couldn't stop them
from wanting to see you or puppy pile you anymore than I could stop them from
getting hurt.
Stranger: I like it when you say I'm yours.
You: =) I like it when I can say you're mine, but anytime the pups get hurt - I
take no ownership.
Stranger: I love my puppies. They're so amazing and I want to cuddle them and
never let them get hurt ever ever ever.
You: So the next time a big bad comes into town - they are your pups only. I
take no ownership of them.
Stranger: Nuh uh. No.
Stranger: You dont get to do that.
Stranger: You're their Alpha.
Stranger: You have responsibility. ALways.
You: Not when they go rushing into a fight then come home complaining about it
- that's your area.
Stranger: You have responsibility /during the fight/.
You: I do, but I can't stop them from thinking, "This is too easy". Remember
when Isaac thought that Wendigo would be easy, but got his ass kicked so he
complained about it? I told him to wait for Scott, but he didn't.
Stranger: My poor baby. He's so enthusiastic.
You: He was an idiot, and didn't listen to me so he went crying to you.
Stranger: Hey shut up. He was hurt. He just wanted to show you he could do
something on his own.
You: He didn't listen to me which ended in him getting hurt in the first place.
He's, basically, our smallest pup in the Pack, and he needs to learn that his
strength will grow in gradually.
Stranger: You need to show him that you appreciate him. He feels useless. You
need to make sure he knows that you value him as a pack member.
Stranger: Otherwise he's going to keep trying to impress you and keep gettng
hurt.
You: He doesn't need to impress me. He needs to make sure he doesn't get hurt.
Stranger: Well then for gods sake tell him that. /Talk/ to him. Not just growls
either.
You: I don't know how to...show my feelings to them as I can do with you. You
are my mate, Stiles, they are my Pack.
Stranger: He's my puppy. He's your puppy too. He's the littlest puppy and you
need to talk to him. I can help. I'll be there for you if you need. Its my job.
You: I hate how I need to lean on you for everything that doesn't involve
training or fighting.
Stranger: I dont. I love it. Honestly I do it makes me feel needed. I need you
for so much its so much of a relief to have /something/ that you need me for.
You: I shouldn't need you for anything though. I need to be able to provide for
you, and make sure that you are safe 100% of the time, and not 50% of the time
- makes me feel like I'll lose you all the more sooner.
Stranger: Derek. Babe. My love. My mate. My everything.
Stranger: We lean on each other. We help each other.
Stranger: That's how this works.
You: I know, but I want you safer than you are right now. I want to see you,
somehow, walking around with a baby in your arms that is actually ours, and not
some teenager that we "adopted".
Stranger: If there's a way we can do that... some sorta magical way... then
yeah. Sure. I'd love that eventually. But Isaac isnt just some teenager we
adopted. He's always going to be my baby. And I'm going to love him just as
much as everyone else because he needs it and he deserves it. I know what each
of them need and I know how to give it to them. And so do you. You're just
scared because you're not used to being responsible for this many people and
you're scared that you're going to fuck it up but Derek.. I'm right here. I'm
right here to help you. And you're not going to fuck it up. Just love them.
You: I'll try, because I know you're right. I don't object to Isaac wiggling
in-between us when we're in bed, because I know that he needs someone or a
father and mother figure to finally give him what he needs - to be held, and
feel protected as opposed to scared. I growl when he does that at times,
because he kicks my knee on accident. I just don't know how to show them what I
can easily show you - with you I can be myself, and you can see through all of
my bullshit. The rest of the Pack, besides Peter, can't - I need you to
translate for me, and it frustrates me at times.
Stranger: Dont worry they're learning. And so are you. You're getting so much
better. I see it every single day. When you ruffle Isaac's hair as you walk
past. When you worry about Erica when she stays out late. When you ask Boyd to
help you plan things. I see it on their faces and they love you so much. Just
those little simple things mean so much to them. You're getting so much better.
And they're getting better at understanding you. And it'll get better. It will
keep getting better.
You: I hope you're right, because I want them to know I care about them outside
of training as well - I don't know what I'd do with myself should any of them
die. I'd even admit that Scott, Allison, and Lydia are even play a part in my
worry as well.
Stranger: I know. And they know too. And Jackson definitely knows. Him and
Isaac have made the most progress I think. I am so proud of you. I hope you
know that.
You: And I'm proud of you as well - every time I need you, you are there for me
and the Pack without hesitation which makes me love you even more.
Stranger: And I will try to continue to make you proud and be there for my
babies.
Stranger: But seriously though you and Peter need to stop stealing my drugs.
You: Well at least I didn't smoke the weed anywhere you'd know about it
Stranger: You fucker.
Stranger: You cant even get high!!!
You: I said that out loud didn't I?
You: I get an endorphin release instead of getting the effects the pot was made
for.
Stranger: great. why dont you just go and eat some chocolate then.
You: Well, admittedly, my...digestive system is less-than-fond of chocolate so
I can't eat too much of it.
Stranger: Haha puppies and wolves cant eat chocolate nananannanana
You: We can eat it, but not like...a full Hershey's bar in one day.
Stranger: Shame. Also. Peter is going to pay me back for the acid.
You: I don't think he'll remember it was yours by the time he comes back
Stranger: I'll remind him.
You: Should have had a camera up in your room so you'd be able to catch him in
the act - would have been good Blackmail
Stranger: How do you know I dont?
You: You would have watched the first time we had sex continuously if you did.
As I recall, I made you scream /pretty loud/ the first time we did.
Stranger: Oh I have. And yes I did.
Stranger: Its not my fault I'm very vocal during sex.
Stranger: And you're so /big/... i...yeah.
Stranger: Its great.
You: I had to put a sock in your mouth the second round otherwise we were going
to get a noise complaint from your neighbors.
Stranger: Maybe you should get me a gag.
You: You said you'd castrate me if I ever gagged you again.
Stranger: I've been coming increasingly aroused by the idea.
Stranger: With the help of the internet.
Stranger: Ive been *becoming
You: Oh, really? Maybe the next time the pups are away the parent's can play?
Stranger: Yes.
You: Oh great, Scott's looking at us disturbingly.
Stranger: We probably smell.
Stranger: We needa stop or else they're gonna get grossed out.
You: More like...it'd make the pups go away faster, and I can get back to my
previously mentioned bedroom time...
Stranger: .... but Star wars Der.....
Stranger: Scott is finally watching Star Wars.
You: I'll let you play with my light saber...
Stranger: ..... fuck. Gummy worms or Derek's dick....
Stranger: Its a hard choice.
Stranger: Hhehe. Hard.
Stranger: I'm so funny.
You: The gummy's can't out beat the offer I gave you Stiles - my dick is
already rock hard.
Stranger: Fuck. I want it. I want to get my mouth aroudn you.
Stranger: Right now.
You: Then should we /really/ waste so much time just to get up to the bedroom?
Stranger: No. Lets do it right here. I'll blow you in your big alpha throne
like a king.
You: Fuck my life - get these pups out of here or I will.
Stranger: Okay. Okay fine I will.
You: Stiles, you're flailing around like a fish.
Stranger: I'm trying to think of a way to get rid of them.
You: I think we're busted with them anyway so we might as well just talk out
loud.
Stranger: Okay then. You firt.
Stranger: first*
Derek shuts his laptop and sighs, "All of you get out" he said as he looked at
the pups who were all starting to look more and more disturbed by the second.
Stiles dissolved into giggles and tucked his phone back into his pocket and
ruffled Isaac's hair. "Go see that movie you've been going on about. Der and I
need some alone time." he winked and Scott groaned, grabbing his jacket and
sprinting from the room.
Soon the other pups followed Scott's lead - getting their jackets and coats
before heading out of the loft to go see some movie that Derek's never heard of
and probably never want to see. Peter pauses when he gets to the door, "Don't
do anything I wouldn't do" he said before exiting the, now empty, apartment.
Stiles glared after him. "Still owes me three hundred bucks." he grumbled
before looking over at Derek, raising an eyebrow and smirking. He managed to
wait for thirty seconds before getting up and running over to him, climbing
into his lap and kissing him deeply.
Derek grunts when Stiles lands on him, but he's soon pulled into the deep kiss
as he places his right hand in the middle of Stiles' back, and his left hand on
his mates thigh.
Stiles kisses him until he needs to breathe, and then for a little longer. But
finally pulls back and grins widely. "Well we got rid of the pups." He said
lowly, rolling his hips forward a little. "Oh." his eyes widened. "You /are/
hard."
Derek growl's lowly while his right hand reflexively tenses on Stiles' back,
"Yes, and it's all for you" he growls out as he rolls his hips into Stiles' own
to answer his lusting with his own.
 Stiles' eyes darkened. "All for me huh?" he grinned, kissing him again.
Tasting like sour worms. "So." he said, kissing along his jaw and down. "Do you
want my mouth? Or do you want me to ride you?" he said in between kisses down
his chest.
Derek growls louder at both options knowing he wanted Stiles to do both, but
they, maybe, only had time for the one. "Ride me" he pants out knowing he was
in for it as Derek initially wanted his mouth.
Stiles chuckled. Then tsked. "Derek. You just cant make up your mind when it
comes to me can you?" He asked, smiling and grinding down on him again. Then he
climbed off of Derek's lap and began to shimmy out of his jeans.
"Never" Derek growled out as his canine's grew longer in his lusting for
Stiles. Derek took Stiles' lead, and pushed his jeans down just enough so his
dick was fully visible, but enough that his jeans weren't all the way off.
Stiles' eyes darkened when he saw Derek's fangs come out. He stepped out of his
jeans and climbed back onto Derek's lap, looking down at his dick. He drew in a
breath, as always... when he saw it, reaching down to wrap his long fingers
around it and started to stroke.
Derek grunts once more, and his hips buck up shallowly in answer to Stiles
stroking his dick - it always felt good when Stiles did that to him before they
had sex; it showed Derek that Stiles /really/ wanted the monster attached to
his waist.
"God its so big. And pretty. I love it." Stiles breathed, kissing Derek again.
He totally worshipped Derek's dick. It was becoming a problem. He pulled on
Derek's lip between his teeth.
Derek growled lustfully when his bottom lip was pulled on by Stiles - it showed
just how long Derek's wolf canines were. Derek, if he had to admit to someone,
totally worshiped Stiles' ass, and Derek couldn't stop himself from running his
left hand up to clench the cheek in his hand roughly, but not too rough to
bruise the glorious globe.
Stiles groaned when he clenched Stiles' ass. "F-fuck..." He groaned and rocked
back into him, but he kept up the rhythm of stroking Derek's dick. It was fully
hard now. "Do.. do you have lube.." he gasped out. Barely aware in the face of
his lust.
Derek is forced to take his right hand off Stiles to fish out the three little
packs of lube from the right pocket of his jeans - they were his hope of
getting Stiles into some nook or cranny within the week, and, as it seems, he
didn't even need to pull his mate into one to get his fill of the tight ass
that awaited him.
Stiles grinned widely and grabbed one of the packets, staring Derek in the eyes
as he ripped the packet open with his teeth. Squirting the lube onto his
fingers and putting them behind him he began to stretch himself open, still
staring at Derek as he let out a moan.
Derek was damn near tempted to push Stiles' hand away from his hole just to be
able to push his own fingers into the tight rectum that acted as his salvation
on bad days, and his heaven on good days; all Derek could do, though, was put
both of his hands on Stiles' ass, and pull the cheeks apart to give Stiles
better access to his sweet spot.
Stiles rode his fingers, trying to look as pretty for Derek as he could. "Wanna
help?" he breathed, tilting his head to the side and smiling sweetly at Derek.
"Need more Der.." he whined, nuzzling up under his neck. "Not big enough.
Nothing will ever fill me as much as you do." he whispered into his ear.
One of Derek's nerves snap as he pulls Stiles' own fingers out forcefully
before ripping apart another packet of the lube to coat three of his fingers
before he immediately pushes two of them in - he nearly sighed in relief as he
felt the tight space of his mates rectum. Derek had just enough control to keep
his fingers from shifting into claws as his eyes turn red when Stiles nuzzles
into him.
Stiles loved it when Derek got rough. When his wolf came right to the surface
and he was /this/ close to losing control. He groaned when Derek pushed his
fingers into him and ground down on him. "Fuck Der... Alpha. Feels so good." he
groaned, mouthing at his jawline.
Derek couldn't help, but growl out again as he heard Stiles call him "Alpha" it
just clicked everything Derek wanted to do to him into place as his left hand
kept one of Stiles' ass cheeks spread so it'd give Derek easy access to that
glorious hole that Derek would soon fill his swollen cock with.
Derek's growl went straight to his dick and he groaned. Putting his hands
forward to stroke Derek's cock, lubing it up with the remainder on his hands
and getting it ready. He wanted it. He wanted it bad. So bad. "Please Alpha.
Need you. Need you to claim me.. again... and again please..." He groaned.
Derek almost wanted to give it to Stiles rough, fast, and hard but Derek, even
in his wildest, never wanted to mistreat of hurt his mate so he ignored Stiles'
begging as he put his third finger in, and went directly to hitting Stiles'
prostate wanting to see the boy writhe and plead some more
Stiles gasped and precome dribbled from his almost painfully hard dick as Derek
hit his fingers on that spot. "Fuck! Alpha please... c'mon Der!" He pulled back
so that he could look into his eyes, his own almost black, looking into Derek's
red ones. He gave a little twist at the end of Derek's dick.
"Shit" Derek growled out knowing that Stiles must be very desperate in order to
pull /that/ particular dirty trick on him so Derek relented, and took his
fingers out of Stiles' hole leaving him just momentarily empty as Derek slide
down in his seat a bit to get the angle for his dick right before he, without
warning, thrust it right into Stiles' tight hole making himself moan loudly.
Stiles' eyes fluttered closed, his mouth dropped open, and his head dropped
back. Falling silent when at /last/ he finally got what he needed. To be full
of his Alpha's cock. His mate. He always fell quiet here, he just liked to
listen to Derek's sounds at this part.
The slapping of the skin together was intoxicating as Derek's hands were on
each of Stiles' hips as he thrust upward continuously and without delay.
Derek's last bit of control left as his hands turned into claws, and pricked
Stiles' hips lightly drawing the barest traces of blood out. Derek almost
wanted to lick his claws clean just to taste Stiles' essence, but the
indecisiveness wasn't even noticed as Derek's number one need was the feeling
of Stiles' tight hole around his aching dick.
Stiles gasped as Derek pricked his skin. He looked down and opened his eyes and
looked at Derek. Oh wow his wolf was /right there/... he reached up and cupped
his face, kissing him deeply and tasting his own blood as Derek's fangs
punctured his lips. He pulled back and continued to clench and relax around
Derek at /just/ the right times to make the Alpha overwhelmed.
Derek's senses were, quite literally, on fire - he couldn't tell you what he
was sitting on, where he was, or if the movie was even still going on the TV
behind Stiles. All Derek knew was Stiles, and the sight of his dick
disappearing into Stiles' ass each time he thrust upward and, coupled with the
thrusts, was the amazing friction that Stiles created when he clenched around
him just right. Derek finally got to taste Stiles' essence, and he damn near
fully shifted just so he could take more and ravish Stiles like the beast he
was on the inside.
"Alpha..." Stiles said in a low voice. "Let him out. Let him out to play." his
voice was smooth as he nosed into Derek's temple, "Let the beast out to play
with me Der I know you want to.." He growled and rolled his hips down, getting
a better angle and making Derek's cock hit his prostate with every thrust as he
moaned.
Derek's next actions weren't his own as he let out a loud roar-like sound
before he took a hold of Stiles' shirt and ripped it off him before he relieved
himself of his own v-neck. Derek had just enough time to take hold of Stiles to
keep him close and connected to him before he flipped their position onto the
floor between the couch and coffee table before he proceeded to pound into
Stiles with reckless abandon - once Derek got like this there was no stopping
him until he's either killed something or climaxed.
Stiles held onto Derek's shoulders as he was flipped onto his back. He could do
nothing, completely helpless as Derek fucked him raw. His dick was so hard he
couldnt even remember how to form words. He stared up at his Alpha. He was so
animalistic and raw and it made Stiles so fucking hot.
By this point, there was no way for Derek to form words as he took complete
possession of Stiles' body. All he could pay attention to was Stiles' ass as
his dick continued to disappear, the completely fucked look on Stiles' face,
and the sudden need to just /breed/ this beautiful human until he's ripe with
Derek's pups. Somewhere in the back on Derek's long forgotten consciousness,
Derek know's it is impossible to impregnate Stiles, but that didn't mean his
wolf couldn't try.
And in the face of that look... Stiles /wished/ he could have Derek's pups.
Wished that it was possible, if only he got so full of Derek's come that it was
impossible for him not to be. He thought about what they were talking about
earlier. And he knew Derek wanted them to have a child of his own and Stiles /
wanted/ him to be happy. So bad. So fucking bad. He groaned and threw his head
back. So close. He was so close.
Derek immediately sensed his mates peaking orgasm, and, like a finger on a
trigger, something started growing at the base of Derek's cock - this was going
to add insult to injury if Derek couldn't get whatever it is into his mate.
This thing felt like it was /meant/ to be placed within his mate - like it was
the Holy Grail of gifts to Derek, and he knew he shouldn't waste it so Derek
started thrusting harder trying to fit the big...knot into his mate - wanting
it to fit within his mate right now.
Stiles felt something pushing against him and he groaned. He wanted it in him.
He /needed/ it in him. Spreading his legs wider and with one final thrust of
Derek he screamed as it slipped inside. "Ahhh!" he said, suddenly it was
trapped inside him. He couldnt get it out even if he wanted to but he /didnt/.
He wanted it. He needed it. It felt so fucking good.
Derek made a sound between a growl and roar as his knot became trapped against
Stiles' prostate, and yet, he still tried to keep thrusting until, finally, his
vision whited out before he roared his loudest while coming into his mate like
a torrent of waves. It would be a good five minutes before Derek could see
again, and, when he could, Stiles looked thoroughly debauched as if some great
force over came him, and Derek knew that had to be his knot that was still
stuck within him.
Stiles came immediately when Derek did and his vision wavered for a few
moments. He saw sparks and magic and everything was amazing. Once he had
finished coming he went boneless and just stared up at his Alpha, his eyes
completely glazed over... barely even aware at the feeling of Derek's knot
trapping his come inside of Stiles. He trembled beneath him, unable to move or
speak or /think/.
Derek's arms finally started giving out on him so he, softly, lowered himself
onto Stiles not caring about the feeling of his mates sweat or cum - just
needing to be close to him at that moment even though they would be tied
together for an undetermined about of time, but, instinctually, he knew it
wouldn't be too terribly long.
Stiles sighed in total happiness as Derek lay across him, he felt completely
surrounded by Derek and it was glorious. He leaned up to press a clumsy kiss to
his cheek before letting his head flop down, giggling a little. All the drugs
he'd tried had /nothing/ on this feeling.
Derek immediately smelled Stiles' giddiness, and he couldn't bring himself to
care that he started to grin as big as he could go as, he too, started to feel
happiness flood over him in a tidal wave. He thinks this is the be sex they've
had to date, because, as he counted, keeping Stiles speechless was a good
thing.
Stiles waited for a few more moments as his head stopped spinning. Then he
stretched his arms above his head, pillowing them underneath his head as he lay
back and looked up at Derek. Who looked... so hot.. when he'd just orgasmed.
Stiles could watch him forever,.
Derek lifted his head and placed it so he was looking at Stiles' contented face
with his own - he wondered if their love life would ever be the same after
tonight. He'd like to think they could do this again from time to time as they
couldn't just do it once, and then leave it at that.
A few more minutes... and Stiles /finally/ regained the ability to speak.
"That. Was. The. Most. Fantastic. Thing. Ever." He whispered. "I dont think
I've ever felt this.... /full/." He grinned blissfully and shifted, feeling
Derek's knot tug at his insides and shivering in pleasure.
Derek chuckled lightly before moaning when his mate shifted, "I would not be
able to agree more - I've, honestly, never felt this satisfied before" he
responded as his knot barely wiggled out of place. He knew it'd be, at least,
another fifteen minutes before he could finally dislodge himself from inside of
Stiles, and he couldn't find a reason to care - he only wanted his mate, here,
with him.
"Now what...." Stiles looked down to where they were still joined. "Is that
amazingly.. big.. thing. Inside of me. Because I've studied your dick. I've
worshipped and tasted and felt every inch of it and never before has it done /
that/." He raised an eyebrow and grinned up at Derek.
Derek couldn't resist the urge to laugh, "I can reassure you that this is,
actually, the first time its ever happened to me, but I think this is a
breeding knot. My wolf got so keyed up that he just /needed/ you badly enough
to want to breed you" he replied looking down at his member which still was
stuck stubbornly within his mate.
For the first time Stiles' smile faltered. He looked a little sad for a brief
moment. But then he pushed it away. "Oh wow that's cool." he said bravely,
smiling down at their entwined bodies. Feeling an ache in his chest as he did
so. He looked away quickly, closing his eyes.
"Hey" Derek said softly turning Stiles' head back toward him so he could wipe
under his mates eyes as tears started to stain them. "Just because I said he
wanted to breed you doesn't mean I didn't back his decision with my own
thoughts and feelings - I want your stomach to be heavily pregnant with my pup
or pups just as much as he does" Derek said wanting to comfort his mate before
he kissed down both of Stiles' cheeks before capturing his lips in a sweet and
loving kiss. "I love you more than life itself" Derek mumbled against his lips
while he looked into Stiles' eyes with his own that spoke volumes of how much
Derek loves him.
Stiles kissed him back and opened his eyes, looking up at him as he spoke. "I
know Der its just...." He paused. "I really want it..." his eyes filed again.
"I want it so bad it h-hurts..." His breath hitched. "I want to have pups and I
want them to be /ours/...." he pressed his face into Derek's neck to hide from
everything he didnt want to face, like he always did. "I love you so much. I
want puppies. I want them to be yours and mine and I just... fuck..."
Derek shifted them so that Stiles straddled his waist once more, and Derek was
kneeling on the ground before he raised them onto the couch so they'd both be a
bit more comfortable. He then started to comb his finger's through Stiles' hair
before he replied saying, "I know you do, and I want nothing more than to see
you waddling around here complaining about being fat, but knowing that you
aren't /actually/ fat - just with puppies. If this knot is a sign, I'd take it
as amazing things to come Stiles. The most amazing things that we could ever
want" Derek told him as he nuzzled into Stiles' neck lovingly.
"But how..." He whispered, kissing Derek's temple. "Its not even.... possible..
is it?" he whispered, running his fingers down Derek's chest. "I want to have
your pups Der." he muttered, chewing his lip, licking the blood off of them.
Derek placed his forehead against Stiles, and closed his eyes, "Lets hope it's
possible, it's a breeding knot so something has to happen right?" he said as he
ran his hands up and down Stiles' back in a loving way. "Maybe the Gods of old
are blessing us" Derek commented hoping it was true - he wanted to make his
mate happy, and he knew bearing his pups would do just the trick.
Stiles smiled despite himself. "I love you." he said quietly. Derek always knew
what to say to make him feel better. "You're so perfect." he smiled, looking up
and wiping his tears away, leaning forward to kiss all over Derek's face and
neck and shoulders and everywhere he could reach.
Derek couldn't conceal the grin that spread over his face once more as he felt
Stiles' love wash over him, "And I love you too" Derek muttered into his ear as
he kissed it before bringing Stiles' face back to his just to kiss his
addictive lips, and, without really knowing it, Derek's knot finally dislodged
from the inside of his mate.
Stiles kissed him back.. then he felt it. Derek's knot slipped out of him. He
groaned against Derek's lips. "Oh fuck..." he said, feeling the overwhelming /
emptyness/.... he whimpered and put his head on Derek's shoulder.
Derek nuzzled into Stiles' neck as he slowly pulled out of his mate as cum and
lube started to languidly slide out the abused hole. "I nominate taking a
shower so we can wash up" Derek suggested as he kissed Stiles' temple knowing
that the teen wouldn't like the feel of cum coming out of him.
Stiles pouted. "I want it to stay in." He grumbled, standing up and clenching
his hole as much as he could. "But yeah. Shower is good." he said, walking
stiffly towards the stairs, trailing a finger through the sticky mess that was
on his stomach. He decided to have a little fun and looked back at Derek,
staring at him as he stuck his finger in his mouth and groaned as he sucked on
it, climbing the stairs backwards.
The growl that came out of Derek's throat was sudden, and hungry as he quickly
made his way to the stairs before slowly climbing the stairs as if he was
stalking his prey with rapt attention just to see little droplets of cum hit
the stairs before trailing upward to the shining mess on his luscious thighs,
and then trailing even higher to the mess on his mates stomach that was
currently being brought up to his mouth which made Derek's eyes rise and fall
with hunger starting to run more rampant through his veins again.
Stiles got to the stop of the stairs and grinned at the look in Derek's eyes.
"You like the look of me painted with come?" He asked innocently, tilting his
head to the side. Walking into the bathroom and /bending over/ to unplug the
bath so they could shower in it with space.
Derek couldn't help himself - he had to touch Stiles /right now/ before he went
absolutely crazy. Derek placed one hand each onto Stiles' hips, and slowly
dragged his dick along the cleft of Stiles ass getting cum and lube onto it,
but not caring less as he just stopped himself from pushing Stiles' torso onto
the counter just to have his way with him once more.
Stiles chuckled as he felt Derek behind him. "You're so easy sometimes
sourwolf." He said softly as he straightened up, putting the plug on the side
of the sink before stepping into the tub, "You coming?" He crooked a finger and
smirked, turning the water on.
Derek was being pulled like a marionette toward Stiles, and he couldn't be
happy to submit to his Puppeteer. Derek's life has been nothing, but one
heartache after another before Stiles stepped into his life and took the reigns
- Derek could never look at anyone else as he looks at Stiles. Not with as much
love, hope, desire, and contentment. Derek smiled smally before stepping into
the tub behind Stiles where he placed his head onto Stiles' shoulder just to
nuzzled his neck as his swelling desire started coming back full force.
Stiles sighed happily when Derek stepped into him and relaxed under the warm
spray. Derek was everything to him. The give and take of their relationship.
The fact that they fit together in so many ways. They both took such good care
of each other. Everything was perfect with him and Stiles could finally be
happy now that he had Derek, and his babies. And his pack. "I love you." he
whispered, kissing his hair.
Derek nuzzled into Stiles' neck again, "You're my one and only" was his
response as the warm water cascaded down the both of them making the cum and
lube wash away down the drain while Derek rubbed his left hand up and down
Stiles' tummy mentally picturing the perfection that it'd be once, or if, it
became rounded from pregnancy.
Stiles sighed as Derek spoke and grinned. Feeling the sweat and come and lube
wash away down the drain, but the best thing was he could still feel the
absence of Derek. He'd still be walking funny for days after this. The soreness
would begin to set in later but for now it was complete and utter bliss.
"Would you like to go again my dear? Or does Morpheus call you to sleep?" Derek
asked him as their activities have finally started catch up with him making him
tired and groggy. He didn't think one time would take so much out of him, but
he guessed it did judging by his nearly spent energy levels, though, he was
more concerned over Stiles than himself.
"You're so cheesy and corny and romantic and I love you." Stiles said slowly,
rubbing himself over with shower gel a little. "I cant... I dont think I can
stay awake much longer..." He yawned and nuzzled into Derek's shoulder. "Wash
my hair?" he whined, kissing him.
Derek kissed him back as he proceeded to use his lofa to scrub himself clean
before making Stiles lean into him a bit just to he could scratch his fingers
through Stiles' hair just so it'd feel clean. "Close your eyes" Derek
instructed before tipping Stiles' head back into the spray so none could get in
his eyes, and then tipping it back up where it rested on Derek's chest. After
making sure Stiles was steady, Derek quickly washed his own hair before turning
the water off.
Stiles closed his eyes obediently and tilted his head back. Then kept them
closed as he let his head rest on Derek's chest as he washed himself. His body
was slowly beginning to quit on him in favour of oblivion and he was almost
asleep standing up, yawning and nuzzling against the Alpha absently.
Derek, seeing his mates state, swiftly picked him up bridal style which meant
they forewent towels just so they could get to their bed across the hall
faster. Stiles was the first to touch the bed on the right side which was
Stiles' usual side. Derek carefully pulled back the black comforter and placed
his mate within the black comforter and purple sheets wanting to make sure his
comatose mate was in snuggly.
Stiles yawned and nuzzled into Derek's chest. He was placed back in Derek's
bed... their bed. Because he was here more often than not anyway. He
immediately turned onto his side and curled up into a ball, shuffling closer to
where Derek would be lying in a few moments, anticipating cuddles.
Derek made his way around the bed to the left side, and climbed in before he
shuffled his mate into his arms as he felt wrong without him there. Derek would
be the first to admit he is very overprotective of Stiles, but he has a list of
good reasons as to why - though he'd rather not list them before he goes to
sleep. Not five minutes later he succumbs to the pull of Morpheus, but not
before he placed one last kiss to Stiles' forehead before shutting his eyes and
drifting off.
Stiles loved it when Derek was overprotective. He loved it when he told him
what to do. And got jealous of people outside the pack that touched him. And
all that other Alpha Mate stuff. He nuzzled into him and then he was done for.
Dropping off to sleep deeply and instantly and with no sign of ever waking up
without help.
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