Warning- Explicit sexual content and very very small dubious consent, blink and it's gone. Also - awkward sexual situations. Oh oh oh, also... Remember way back when when someone asked it there were going to be distinct characteristics of Omegas and Alphas (or a question along those lines?) well, here is the chapter that answers that. If you have something against self-lubrication or knotting, don't read.

Enjoy (Sorry about being a teas) :)

"Wait, your wolf is okay with this… With me?" Stiles had to ask. His wolf shouldn't be okay with this. His wolf should be telling him to stop, to go back to his mate - to Kate.

"Very okay." Derek pushing his hip into Stiles' thigh making his mind go blank as he didn't even hide a moan.

"Oh my- Yo-You're hard." Stiles' heart was racing. He felt something sifting in his stomach, a need and lust was filling his body. It was out of impulse that his hips rose, meeting the lower part of Derek's stomach.

And that was it. No more talking between the two - just doing.

He didn't even know when Derek took off his pants but when he felt the rough material of Derek's boxers and what they were just barely hiding nudge against him, he saw stars.

Now, he had masturbated before. Plenty of times before. But this - this was something completely different. It was like going to a candy store with a small piece of chocolate in your mind but leaving with a basket of truffles. Well, bad analogy but that's the jist.

His body had never experience the pleasure he was receiving right now. He could feel Derek's nibbles on his neck all the way in his toes. The soft tickle of Derek's basically nonexistent beard against his chest was sending shivers down his spine.

The idea that he was going to lose his virginity in a matter of minutes made him anxious but still so excited. The idea that he was going to be giving it to Derek made it 100 times more exciting. The fact that the Alpha was licking his way down Stiles' chest, hands roaming Stiles' lower back, made Stiles wet-

"D-Derek, wait!" Stiles roughly grabbed Derek's hair. Okay, one thing to keep in mind- the Alpha liked to have his hair pulled. Derek only seemed to go crazier. He pulled Stiles' arms above his head and was back to kissing him in a manner that had Stiles had never seen - let alone felt - before. It was rushed, needy and just hot.

"Stiles I can't stop right now. I-" Derek's voice was barely there. It was so deep, tough, Stiles wanted to hear more of it.

"No, don't stop. But, I think something's wrong…" Stiles looked away from the bed. He didn't want to say it.

"What's wrong?" Derek seemed to be able to regain a little of his voice, not as inhuman as before.

"It's…" Stiles felt the heavy silence fill the gaps of their panting. Derek was going to make him say it, wasn't he?

"Talk to me." Derek let go of Stiles' hands and sat back slightly. Stiles sat up, looking at Derek. He was so perfect. Everything about him was different than Stiles. Where Derek had muscle and looks, Stiles lacked those things. He shouldn't be thinking about that now.

Well, here goes nothing. "I'm wet." Stiles immediately saw Derek's cheeks go red and his body tighten. He even saw movement underneath the tight boxers that were covering nothing but everything at the same time.

"W-Well, yeah, I can, uh… See that much…" Derek's eyes were looking down to the leaking tip of Stiles' cock. God, was he already so close to coming just from a few kisses?

Stiles sat back and took his pants and underwear full off in one motion. If he was normally shy about his body, Derek would probably never assume that.

"Not there, here." Stiles sometimes could be an idiot. This times, he wasn't fully thinking things through. He moved back onto the bed and had his legs open - which already was a bad idea - showing, well, everything.

Derek's face only seemed to go a darker red. "Stiles, what exactly am I supposed to be looking at. If you're trying to tempt me or something, you're doing an excellent job so far."

Stiles whine. "No no no…" Stiles closed his eyes. "This," He imagined his hand was Derek's for a second. He trailed it down his chest and to the base of his dick. He gave a small squeeze before bringing his finger up to circle the head. He imagined Derek was doing this to him, teasing him, making him want to beg for it. That's when he felt it again. The small shift that was extremely noticeable.

"-uck, right there, Derek…" He heard a low growl accompanied by the feel of a larger hand taking over where his own hand was. He felt his hand being swatted away and completely replaced by a bigger one.

"Wait wait wait wait… I'm trying to show you something!" Stiles protested, trying to pushing himself further into the bed.

"By masturbating in front of me?!" Derek sounded like he was at his limit. Stiles opened his eyes, watching as Derek's hand wrapped back around Stiles and began pumping. It was just like the kiss they shared a few minutes ago, rushed and fast. He didn't even know it when his orgasm hit him like a freight train. He gave out a high scream or whine, he didn't know which, as his hips thrust into Derek's palm, shooting all over Derek's hand and his own chest.

He felt the weird shift again as his breathing didn't seem to subside nor was his erection waving in the slighted. But this time he felt… leaking?

He blinked a few times, trying to focus his eyes again. "I really think something's wrong…" Stiles was having troubles forming sentences. His mind had completely come undone but his body was ready to go again.

"Why?" Derek asked, hovering his body over Stiles'. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about-"

"It's not that. Well, it's a little about that but…"

Derek made another sort of sound that was a mix between a sigh of frustration and a sigh of exhaustion. "Just say whatever's on your mind. I don't know what you're thinking."

"Uh, okay. You're right. I'm just going to say it. Like a band-aid - I'm going to say it." He took a deep breath, settling his nerves in the slightest. He could do this. Just don't look at Derek. Don't look at Derek. Don't look- "There's something leaking out of my ass."

He looked at Derek. He watched as Derek's body tensed, muscles going hard. His face went wide with shock, eyes not shifting away from Stiles but focusing on him tighter. His lips formed a stern line, jaw set. Oh God, why did he say that. He should have just lied or avoided the truth.

"Stiles, that's-"

"Listen, if you're going to reject me could you please avoid the words 'disgusting', 'repulsive' or 'revolting'. Because I don't think I could take any of those."

"Normal."

Normal. The simple word hung in the air. He didn't know what to say.

Normal.

No one had ever put 'Stiles' and 'normal' in the same sentence unless they added a 'not' to that 'normal'. There was nothing normal about him.

"Normal? How is this normal?" Stiles had to look away from Derek yet again. He couldn't keep eye contact for this long with such a weird conversation going on. He focused on the Alpha's chest, watching as he took deep breaths.

"Of course it's normal. You're an Omega, that's meant to happen to Omegas." Derek's voice was even, unwavering in the slightest. He was telling the truth. He wasn't lying.

Stiles wanted to cry. Would that be bad? To cry right before sex?

Probably.

Never, ever in his life had anyone said he was normal. His mom had tried to calm him down before saying things like "This happens to all Omegas" or "It will be okay, no need to worry about the other kids. They'll mature soon".

Derek was the first to tell him that. And the words sounded great on his lips. He was always an outcast, different than everyone else simply because of who he was. Derek must feel the same sometimes. He's an Alpha, people always suck up to him.

"-re normal." Stiles mumbled, quickly wiping away the tear that was almost seen. He heard rustling before he actually felt Derek's hand on his wrists pushing him against the bed. He could only stare at the man above him, feeling completely useless to him.

Something inside him shifted again. This was more than just instincts, it was a need. He needed Derek to be above him, holding onto him and only him.

"What did you say?" Derek interrupted his thoughts.

Stiles could only whisper back, "You're normal too." His gaze wasn't interested in the red of Derek's eyes but rather the shallow breathing he was making and the way the light hit his chest. He kept his attention going lower until he noticed the tightness of the boxers and the stretch of material. Something turned inside of him again.

"Are we really doing this?" Stiles asked, bluntly staring now. He felt the vibrations of Derek's laugh roll onto him from where Derek was touching him. It was very soothing.

"If you're okay with it." Derek's breath was back on his neck, making his body involuntarily lean into the warmth.

"So okay with it," He replied, moving his hips up to rub his bare erection against Derek's concealed one. Derek's hips immediately moved forward into the touch. "Derek for the love of everything, take those stupid things off!"

Derek didn't complain in the slightest, he let go of Stiles' hands and took them off with ease. He sat back onto the bed, back into his position above Stiles.

Neither said anything, neither even moved. "Well, what now?" Stiles joked, unknowing what exactly to say. Derek, however, didn't say anything in reply. He just brought his lips to Stiles' again.

And that was all the talking Stiles needed. He could only focus on the feel of Derek's lips on his, Derek's tongue on his, Derek on him.

Derek. Derek. Derek.

That was all that mattered. It was all he could think about. It was all he could say.

"Stop it." Derek pulled away, growling suddenly.

Stiles couldn't help but feel hurt and it obviously showed on his face. He made a whining sound - which he will deny ever making in the first place - as pain showed on Derek's face. "Don't, please, don't make that face. I mean, stop calling my name like that." He sounded as hurt as Stiles felt.

"Like what?" Shit, was he calling out Derek's name?

"Like that!" Derek closed his eyes. "Fuck, your voice. It's just so... Sexy. When you're out of breath and your body's underneath mine... I can feel every time you tremble. Every time you move, breath- You don't know what you're doing to me."

Stiles noticed the faint color to Derek's cheeks as he spoke. His throat tightened and a smile started to build. "You're blushing!" Stiles spilled watching as Derek's face went a darker shade of the pink it already was.

"No more talking," Derek pushed his newly bare cock against the base of Stiles' own. He felt his body shutter against the feel, relaxing all over as he sank into the bed. He could only lay there and Derek moved their bodies together and in a sync that was making him forget more than everything - if that was even possible.

His mind was so infatuated with this new feeling and heat building in his stomach, that he honestly didn't notice Derek had started to push a finger into him. His body immediately responded, bringing him closer and falling into the touch.

"Is it supposed to go in that easy?" Stiles let out an awkward laugh.

Derek moved him around until slightly, bringing his hips higher as if he was trying to get a better angle. He felt like his heart leapt into his throat. They were really doing this.

"I-I don't have any condoms…" Stiles looked down at Derek, who didn't even look like he was listening. His whole body was focused on Stiles. He now had two fingers moving in and Stiles could clearly see a lube of some sort having been used but doesn't even remember Derek getting anything. Was this… No…

This was normal for an Omega to do this? Really!

"Does this hurt?" Derek's voice sounded tight, like he was holding back

"N-No, just kinda weird," Stiles smiled. He wanted this, yeah he was beyond nervous but he wanted this so bad. It made him feel wanted and more than anything, he had someone to share these feelings with.

Something that was different than fingers was suddenly in him. "-rek! Don't-AH!" Stiles tried to push Derek away, but it was useless. Derek's tongue had replaced his fingers. It was warm and completely different than his fingers. He reached just as far but it was softer and not as rough as the texture of his fingers.

He felt Derek lift his hips up even more as he pulled back. "Stiles, can I?" Stiles tilted his head to the side and looked up.

"Fuck," The word just escaped his mouth. "There's no way you are a virgin." His words came out in a sort of pant, for he was already losing his breath.

"I am." Stiles barely registered the words as he watched Derek align himself. His heart was beating loudly in his head and chest tightening. His stomach felt like it was in his throat. Could he do this? He was letting Derek in (literally). What if Derek rejected him? He wouldn't right…?

"Stop worrying, I'm right here." He felt Derek moving his legs around his waist as he pushed in. The pressure was increasing along with the discomfort and pain. He couldn't do this. He couldn't-

Derek brought him closer, forcing their mouths to meet in a slightly awkward way. But that didn't matter. Derek was kissing him, making him forget about the pain. All this was for Derek, he could do it if it was for Derek.

Derek stilled above him for a few seconds, only moving his mouth. He brought his hand up Stiles' side until the found their place - one on his hip and one on his shoulder. He could feel the sweat that was coming off of him and a strong scent that he had smelt so many times before.

It smelt like- and it made Stiles want more. But what was so addicting about it? The peppermint and subtle smell of vanilla were great but what -

Oh. Oh. It wasn't just Derek's smell. It was both of their smells. Derek smelt like Stiles and Stiles probably smelt like Derek. It was beyond addictive.

"I'm going to move now," Derek pulled back, resting his head in the nook of Stiles' neck. Stiles vaguely felt the sucking and licking feeling of a tongue lapping at his neck but it was so far in the back of his mind at the moment.

Derek was fucking great at this. He knew what pace to be going and which angle was the best. He still felt like something was missing but this was still fantastic. All that he could hear were the dirty sounds of skin on skin and their heavy breathing.

"D-Derek! Yo-you're not wearing a condom!" Stiles spoke but only spoke, he didn't pull back or show any signs of stopping. Nor did Derek.

"It's fine. Neither of us have anything." Fuck. His voice was so deep, so focused, so raw.

"C-can't Omegas get p-pregnant? I'm not going to be a teen mom!" Stiles whine, voice going high as Derek didn't seem to care, only start moving faster.

"I'll pull out before I come…" If that wasn't the hottest thing he had ever heard Derek say, he didn't know what was. "I want to see you covered it in, covered in my smell." Nevermind, that was.

"Fuck!" Stiles threw his arms around Derek's neck, pulling him closer. Derek didn't seemed to mind in the slightest. All of his senses were heightened in the moment. He could feel everything about Derek, hear the blood pumping through his veins, smell the lust, pleasure and need flowing off of him. He knew his eyes were shifting colors and he was starting to lose grip on his human side.

Then Derek did something and everything fell apart. Stiles came undone at the seams. He screamed and tightened around Derek. His body was trembling and he could smell the salt heavily in the air. He didn't know if it was from his tears or their sweat.

He felt a rising heat starting from his toes, followed by a pleasure building up in his stomach. "Derek. I'm so close… I'm gonna come…" Stiles held tighter onto Derek like his life depended on it. Derek's hip moved faster, keeping up the rough speed on whatever spot inside him that was able to make his toes curl and vision go white.

He felt the pressure building up more and more, but it wasn't all from Stiles. Panicked, he tried to slow Derek down. Until he was completely gone.

He gripped Derek tighter than before, putting all of his strength into this embrace. He went silent as he came over both their chests, feeling like he just ran a marathon. He felt something thick catch at his rim as Derek pulled out.

Stiles hazily looked down as Derek jerked himself off in his fist, roughly and fast, bright red eyes staring into Stiles' blue ones. Derek stilled as he emptied onto Stiles' chest making them both unable to distinguish one persons come from the others.

Stiles leaned up, looking at Derek's hand, more specifically what was in Derek's hand. "Uhm… Does that fall into the category or 'Normal'?" Stiles asked, voice slightly hoarse.

"I don't know. I was told about Omega's ability of self-lubrication but nothing about a knot. This has… Never happened before."

Stiles looked harder. Derek was talking perfectly fine but yet, every now and again his cock would move slightly followed by another line of semen. The base of his cock had swollen considerably making the entire thing look fucking huge.

He almost had that locked inside him!?

Stiles laughed. He loved how much Derek was… Derek. He was cute.

"What are you laughing at?" Derek asked, still unsure what to do.

"Nothing, nothing. I'll get a towel or something." Stiles chuckled as he thought more about Derek. The Derek everyone strove to impress was really as much of a dork as Stiles. He got up and immediately began to fall. His legs were shaking too much for him to stand.

He felt a heavy tugging on his arm as his face fell against Derek's shoulder. "Thanks. Seems like I can't walk all that well at the moment." Derek growled ever so slightly. "Uh, it's...uh, poking me." Stiles tried to whisper as if it sounded any less embarrassing. Derek led Stiles back onto the bed, letting him fall down onto it.

"Sorry. I'll get the towel." Derek mumbled as he disappeared down the hall. Stiles smiled as he looked down. His room was scattered with clothes, all near the bed, and the comforter itself was on the floor. It was a good state for his room to be in.

Derek came back in and Stiles bluntly laughed at the sight. Derek apparently thought that putting a small hand towel over his obvious erection - If one should call it that considering it was only hard because it was still coming - was able to hide the fact that it was an obvious erection and standing straight up.

"It was the only thing I could think of!" Derek protested, throwing the shirt directly at Stiles' face.

Stiles gave him a huge smile. "Thank you, my prince, for this wonderful token of your appreciation! I shall treasure it always!" Stiles mocked. Derek rolled his eyes, ignoring Stiles' comment. He crawled back into bed pulling Stiles back against in his chest. Now they were spooning. Naked.

"It's poking me again." Stiles leaned closer to Derek who got the comforter off the floor and wrapped it around them.

"Try and ignore it." Derek mumbled, wrapping his hands around Stiles.

"How can I just ignore it? Its digging into my back!" Stiles was over exaggerating but he couldn't help it. Derek shifted, moving Stiles' body up. "Now this is awkward." Stiles commented. Derek pressed his cock in between Stiles' legs.

"I think I liked it better when it was poking me."

Derek huffed. "Just go back to sleep."

Stiles closed his eyes. "You're right. Since you woke me up I guess I do need some more sleep."

"Stiles, you woke me up this morning."
"Eh, technicalities. If I said you woke me up then I think you woke me up. After all, I just got thoroughly fucked so I'm going with you woke me up." Derek let out a small hum, seeing to have already started to fall back to sleep.

Stiles' breathing evened out with Derek's until he couldn't even tell whose heart beat was whose.

Sooooo...?! Opinions?

Good, bad, terrible, wonderful... Though if someone thought it was terrible I'm not sure I could take that much cruelty :(

But I hoped you liked it! :D