A/N: So, it's been a long, long time since I'd updated this and I am so sorry to everyone who's been waiting for the next chapter. If you didn't get to read my note from before the reason why it took so long for me to get this chapter out was because I live in the United States and I just had to uproot my entire life and move to another state. It's been incredibly difficult to settle in here.
I also have school online and no breaks at all until Christmas, not even weekends. I write because it makes me happy, not because I have an obligation to other people which is why I never promise an update date, however, I know the feeling of waiting for something so I really am sorry that it took so very long for me to get back into this. So, all that aside, here's the next chapter yalls have been waiting for!
WARNING: Male on male action, foul language, a lot of the sexticles.
DISCLAIMER: Me no own Teen Wolf
ENJOY!
Later that night as they were going home after a long, eventful day with the Hale pack Stiles turned to Derek with an inquisitive expression.
"So, what did you and my father talk about?"
Derek's jaw jumped before he sighed. "Your father is very…concerned about your well-being." Stiles snorted but didn't say anything so Derek could continue. "He made it very clear that he didn't like the age gap between us and the fact that I could potentially tear you in half without breaking a sweat."
Stiles gaped at him. "Are you serious?! He said that?! What…"
"Hold on, I wasn't finished." Derek interrupted. "Yes, he doesn't like it and yes, if he could he'd take you home immediately but he said the best place for you at the moment is with me and if that means that we're going to be in a relationship then so be it as long as you're safe and healthy and going to school."
Stiles waited a few beats to make sure Derek was done before asking, "Sooo, does that mean that you've got his permission to fuck me sideways?"
Derek's entire body jolted and he stared at Stiles with horror before righting the car from where it'd begun to swerve and Stiles could barely contain his laughter.
"I…wouldn't put it that way but yes, I think so. He didn't say it that way but it was implied. Heavily implied. He doesn't like it though."
"Of course he wouldn't, I'm his only child and this isn't what he'd planned for either of us but he's smart and loving and he understands the situation. He also understands that I'd probably completely disregard his restrictions anyways so it's better to just allow us than to punish me later, that way he at least has some semblance of control over the situation."
Derek nodded. "Yeah, I expected as much."
"So as soon as we get home I expect to be thoroughly debauched, just FYI." Stiles could already feel the thrill of anticipation racing through him at the thought of what was to come.
No doubt Derek could smell his arousal since his nose flared and a subtle, low growl became noticeable in the tight space between them. A jolt of want rushed through Stiles and he was tempted to start feeling Derek up right then and there but he didn't want to risk getting into another car crash.
"Drive faster." He demanded and relished the expression on Derek's face as he pressed the gas just a little harder and the car jumped underneath them.
When they reached the house they were already wound tight like an unsprung coil. The sexual tension was thick in the air and if Stiles could hardly breathe past the potent arousal then what was Derek feeling? The thought sent a shiver down Stiles' spine and once the Camaro had come to a complete stop Stiles threw off his seatbelt and jumped out of the car. Derek was there in front of him before he'd even gotten two steps towards the house and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist so his legs could wrap around him.
Derek carried them both towards the house and pressed Stiles up against the wood of the door while he quickly unlocked the door and let them both into the house. Once inside he once again pressed Stiles up against the door and relocked it. Derek's mouth was just as urgent as Stiles' as they devoured each other with a clash or lips, tongue, and teeth.
"Stiles," Derek muttered when they finally broke apart to breathe. "I've got to tell you something else about the claiming process that I didn't tell you before."
Stiles had been mouthing at Derek's skin wherever he could reach but at those words he pulled back to look at Derek as he panted.
"What is it?"
Derek pulled him away from the door and allowed him to stand on his own feet. Stiles knew there was a confused look on his face and the smile Derek gave him did little to reassure him. Derek grabbed his hand and walked them over to the couch and sat them down facing each other.
"Ok, do you know what happens when actual wolves mate? The process they go through?"
Stiles frowned, taken aback a little at the unexpected question. "Uh, yeah, I guess. Why? What does that have to do with anything?"
Derek licks his lips and his cheeks flush. "Well, werewolves are a little similar in their…anatomy when they mate."
Stiles squints as he tries to figure out what Derek's dodging around. "Do you turn into an actual wolf?" he asks slowly with disbelief.
Derek quickly shakes his head. "No! No, I mean… we… I… have a…knot."
Stiles stares at him for a couple seconds before nodding slowly. "Oookaay… That's kind of weird. So what you're telling me is that when you and I have this claiming sex you're going to knot me like a real wolf would his mate?"
Derek nods. "It's…almost impossible to control but there are definitely ways to avoid actually knotting inside of you. I could knot outside of you but it'll probably take longer than if I were inside. I could probably…"
Stiles flails his arms around to stop the words coming out of Derek's mouth. "Whoa, easy there dude. You look like you're going to have an aneurism. First off I'll need to know approximately how big it's gonna get and second I'll need to know if you're actually ok with knotting me. You seem…uncomfortable with the idea."
"Me? I'm worried about you. I don't want to hurt you. My knot is probably slightly smaller than a tennis ball. I've only knotted during my heats when I hit puberty and even then not every time."
Stiles nodded his head as he thought about what he was being told. "Alright. I don't see why not. It'll probably take a lot of preparation though. Please tell me you have lube. Like a lot of it. There is absolutely no way I'm going to let your giant dick anywhere near my ass without at least a gallon of lubricant."
The ever expressive eyebrows adorning Derek's face furrow at the demand. "Well, I have a decent sized tube of lubricant; it's not a gallon though."
"Let's see it then!"
Derek nods and gets up closely followed by Stiles as they head to his room. Derek opens his bedside table's drawer and pulls out a reassuringly large tube of lube and Stiles quickly nods, taking it from his grasp.
"Great! That's actually a lot more than I was expecting." He smiles at Derek with mischief in his eye. "How about we put all this lube to use?
Derek growls and finally looking like the predator he was born as he backs Stiles up until the backs of his knees hit the edge of Derek's mattress and he falls flat, Derek quickly climbing over him and kissing him filthily. Stiles groans, opening his mouth under Derek's and is rewarded with a deliciously sultry taste of Derek's tongue as it sweeps into his mouth and takes his breath away.
Derek's fingers are quick and nimble as they start pushing up Stiles' shirt until it's bunched under his arms and he has to break the kiss to slide it off over his head. Stiles does the same, getting his fingers on Derek's abs and sliding his fingers up his chest until Derek has to tug his own shirt off as well. Derek's lips are immediately back on his as his fingers work Stiles' button and zipper open and finally get his jeans off, tugging his boxers off at the same time. They're caught at his ankles but Stiles quickly kicks his shoes off and toes off his socks like a pro so that the rest of his clothes easily slide right off his body and onto the floor.
Derek quickly does the same to himself since Stiles' brain has finally given up on trying to make him concentrate on anything but the feeling of Derek's mouth on his and the amazing sensation of all of Derek's skin pressed against his once the rest of the clothes come off. Stiles groans and arches upwards, spreading his thighs around Derek's waist and pushing their bodies together.
"Can't wait to feel you inside me." Stiles whispers into Derek's mouth who answers back with a moan that falls off into a satisfied growl.
The tube of lubricant is resting at Stiles' side so he quickly takes it and flips open the lid. The scent of cherries wafts over to him and he can't help but giggle. Derek pulls back slightly and nips at his chin and neck with a questioning grumble.
"Your lube is cherry scented. I just find it kind of ironic since you're about to pop my cherry."
Derek presses his hips down into Stiles whose laughter turns into moans. With a small smile Derek pulls back to look down at Stiles, gazing at him with intense eyes that makes Stiles feel hot all over.
"How about instead of commenting about the scent of the lube you hand it over so I can finally get my fingers back inside of you."
Stiles nods real quick, closing the lube with a quick snap and handing it clumsily to Derek who leans back onto his knees between Stiles' spread thighs to give him a nice long look. Derek doesn't open the lube and instead sets it back down beside Stiles and hooks his hands under Stiles' knees. Gently he pushes until Stiles gets with the program and takes the back of his thighs and leans backwards so his ass is completely on display.
"This is actually kind of embarrassing." Stiles says and bites at his lips.
"You're beautiful Stiles." Derek declares as he stares intensely down to Stiles' exposed hole and dick. "Everything about you drives me crazy."
A little whimper manages to escape Stiles but he can't bring himself to care much when Derek's eyes begin to glow that luminescent blue that shows how into Stiles he is. Derek runs his hands down the backs of Stiles' thighs until he reaches his ass which he gently spreads even further with his thumbs, looking entranced when Stiles' ass clenches under his gaze. Slowly he drags the pad of his thumb over the tight pucker and Stiles jolts, moaning at the sensation. Derek does it again, slower and with a bit more pressure and then again and again, repeating the motion until Stiles squirms, trying to get closer to push Derek's thumb inside of himself.
When it's apparent that Derek isn't going to pick up the pace Stiles whines loudly, "Derek! Put your damn finger inside of me now!"
With a slow smile Derek looks up into Stiles' eyes as he finally complies and watches Stiles' face as he pushes his thumb harder against the pucker until finally his thumb is sliding in. Stiles groans loud and long as Derek's dry thumb breaches him and presses just inside of his hole.
"Damn it Derek." He groans. "Do it like you did last time! Fill me with your cum and push it deep inside of me with your fingers."
Derek bares his teeth and growls at his words, unbearably turned on but wanting to go slow for his virgin mate.
"I'm going to take my time and prepare you for my knot. You're going to need as much preparation as possible."
"I don't have the patience for that! I'm going to cum in, like, thirty seconds if you keep messing with me like this and I don't want to cum on your fingers, I want to cum on your knot." Stiles says filthily, knowing it'll get a reaction from Derek.
Well, he definitely gets a reaction but it isn't the one he expected. Instead of snarling and pushing his fingers in deep and hard Derek simply gives him a predatory smile and retracts his thumb, making Stiles groan in dismay. Derek picks up the lube that's been warmed by its close proximity to Stiles' body and flicks the cap open. Then, instead of slicking up his fingers, Derek takes the entire tube and presses the opening to Stiles' hole until the little tip is inside of him and then squeezes.
Stiles gasps as the wet, slick liquid is forced into his ass making him feel slightly gross and unbearably turned on. Derek continues to squeeze the tube as he withdraws it so the lube smears all over Stiles' skin around his hole, letting it drip down onto the sheets below his ass. Snapping the tube shut Derek tosses back to Stiles' side and slides his fingers up his crack through the mess until he reaches his hole where he finally presses two fingers against the rim.
With those two fingers Derek presses against the rim and pulls down so his hole opens. Stiles bites his lip on a whine at the strange feeling of his rim being teased and played with. His chest is heaving as he draws in heavy breaths through his nose. Derek's gaze flicks between his face and his fingers and Stiles can see the excitement there that belies his slow, controlled pace.
Stiles opens his mouth the yell at Derek to hurry up and just as he does Derek pushes those two fingers in past the tight ring of muscle and slides them deep inside of his body so what actually comes out is a loud wail of Derek's name.
"Yes?"
Stiles throws his head back and tries to push back against Derek's still fingers.
"You asshole." Stiles manages to gasp.
Through the connection of their skin Stiles can feel the soft vibrations of Derek's laughter and kicks out a foot which is quickly grabbed and pulled over Derek's shoulder. Stiles returns his gaze to Derek and lets go of the leg now hoisted onto Derek. His hand falls to his dick which he takes into his hand to give it a much needed squeeze before quickly removing it before he came too quickly.
"It's actually your asshole." Derek jokes even though the words are said in a near breathless pant.
"Yeah, yeah funny man, let's leave the jokes to me and you keep on preparing me. I know your dick is throbbing to be pushed into my tight ass. Why are you drawing it out so much if you can't wait to be buried balls deep inside of me?" Stiles bites out, arousal tearing through him when his words make Derek shift his hips forward so Derek's dick rubs against the back of his thigh.
"I'll take as long as I need to properly open you up. I am not going to hurt you because I didn't prepare you properly. When I finally push my dick into your tight ass you're going to scream in pleasure, not pain."
Precum tags the skin where Derek's dick drags as he starts pushing and pulling his fingers in and out of Stiles ass, his hips moving with the rhythm. Stiles is left gasping, mouth open to take in more air as Derek's fingers map his slick inner walls. The muscle is beginning to relax properly under Derek's gentle preparation that has sparks of pleasure jolting through Stiles' body, making him eager to take Derek into his body.
After another minute or two a third finger starts rubbing around his rim, relaxing it before it finally slips in with the other two on an out stroke. The stretch is odd but not unwelcome. There's no pain at all since Derek's pace is so incredibly slow and there's a lot of lubricant. A part of Stiles wishes Derek would go as fast and merciless as he did in the bathroom before but another part is really glad he's taking so much time on this. This is an incredible moment in his life where they're both making the decision to spend the rest of their lives with each other and this extra time Derek's taking makes Stiles' heart flutter with happiness.
As if sensing the emotion, which with Derek being a werewolf and all he probably did, Derek turned his face and pressed his lips to the inner skin of Stiles' knee, kissing him gently and lovingly. The happy sound that escapes Stiles startles him but Derek simply looks back at him with soft eyes and makes a happy sound in response.
Derek pushes all three fingers in deep and Stiles can feel them writhing and wriggling inside of him as they spread and search. After a few seconds Derek's fingers tap something good inside of Stiles that has him arching with his mouth open in a loud gasp.
"Holy shit! Do that again!"
Derek does it again with better accuracy and Stiles gasps again, tapering off into a moan. After another few times Stiles shakes his head and waves his hand.
"No, wait, if you keep doing that I'm going to cum. Just get your dick in me now or I won't be able to hold it before you knot me."
Derek growls deep in his chest which vibrates through Stiles' body and he has to work hard at tampering down on the arousal. He tries to think of anything that'll keep him from cumming and that concentration alone has him gently coming down from the edge of orgasm. Once he's no longer in danger of cumming right then and there Derek resumes his preparations but this time his movements are quick and with purpose.
After another few minutes Derek is able to wriggle a fourth finger alongside the others which makes Stiles gasp. There's a little bit of pain in the stretching now but under the quick, sure strokes of Derek's fingers his muscles once again loosen their hold and begin accepting the stretching. Once his fingers can slide smoothly in and out without any discomfort on Stiles' end he stops and gently tugs his fingers free. Stiles whines loudly at the loss but Derek gently shushes him, gripping him under the propped up leg and scooting closer to Stiles.
"Stiles, are you ready?"
All Stiles can do is nod. His breath had been stolen at the words. They were powerful words that were about to change his life and if he spoke now all he'd be able to get out would be some high pitched noises that hardly resembled words. So instead he takes the safer route and simply nods and uses his open mouth for gasping in lungful's of air.
Derek smiles and leans forward a little, grasping the base of his dick and positions the tip at Stiles' well prepared entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushes forward, watching as the tip disappears past the rim and is sucked into the tight, wet heat inside of Stiles. Stiles gasps loudly, his mouth wide open as Derek finally pushes into him. The sensation is almost exactly how he imagined, a little painful, incredibly hot, and impossibly wonderful.
"Derek! Fuck, Derek!" Stiles managed to choke out as Derek's dick seemed to just keep going. "Fuck! This is amazing!"
Derek grunted but didn't speak until he was fully sheathed inside of Stiles. "Stiles, you're so perfect. You're so hot and tight and wet and you just take me so well. Fuck, you're going to take my knot so perfectly. Gonna swallow my knot and when I'm completely stuck inside of you you're going to swallow my cum too."
Stiles clenches around Derek, his muscles fluttering as they get used to the thick intrusion. Derek finally releases his leg and he uses both of them to wrap around Derek's waist, making grabby hands at Derek who obliges and leans over Stiles. They gently align their mouths and kiss each other slowly, panting between the gentle touches of their lips and tongues and teeth.
Stiles can't help the full body shudder when Derek nips at his lips and they both groan when Derek's dick is pushed further up Stiles' ass. Finally Derek pulls his hips back slightly, allowing his dick to drag slowly out of Stiles' body which clenches around him, trying to keep him from pulling out. When his dick is half out he pushes back in just as slow and Stiles groans out. On the pull out Stiles sucks in a huge breath and lets it out in the same sort of groan when Derek pushes back in.
Slowly their pace picks up, Derek setting a quicker rhythm which Stiles matches with his breathing until Derek's thrusts are punching the breath from Stiles' lungs. Derek puts his hands on either side of Stiles' neck so he can brace his shoulders which prevent Stiles from being pushed into the headboard with the force of his thrusts. Stiles' legs are wrapped tightly around Derek's waist and his hands clutch at the closest thing they can. Currently they're wrapped around Derek's arms.
"Stiles…" Derek pants, "Gonna….gonna knot."
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Derek, knot me!" Stiles manages to say with the breath that's punched out of him.
Derek groans and lowers his body over Stiles' to bury his face in his neck, his thrusts becoming harder but slower. Stiles presses his face into the large expanse of Derek's shoulder and pants, gently biting, kissing, and licking at the skin before him. At his entrance he can feel a slight pressure that hadn't been there before that's catching on his rim every time Derek thrusts in or out.
As Derek's thrusts become slower and harder Stiles can feel the beginnings of the knot being forced in and then pulled out and then in again until finally Derek gives a harsh roar and finally pushes in as hard as he can and stills, his mouth clamping down on Stiles' neck as he forces the large knot inside of Stiles where it continues to grow. Stiles whimpers in pain as the knot continues to expand past the point of pleasure and the teeth in his neck dig deep. His dick is painfully hard against his abdomen, weeping precum and throbbing with need but he can't yet let go of Derek to get himself off.
On every breath that leaves him Stiles lets out whimpers and groans that are a mixture of pleasure and pain. Inside of him he can feel an odd sensation of being filled, as if his bowels were growing and the sudden shocking realization that it was Derek's cum filling him finally pushed him over the brink into orgasm. His body contracted hard, clenching around the knot wedged inside of him and making Derek growl around his teeth still embedded in his neck. The pleasure washed over him in a blinding wave as he pulsed with each new wave of cum that emptied from his body and spread between their bodies in a sticky, wet mess.
They lay like that for several long minutes, Stiles in a haze of endorphins with Derek shuddering over him every now and again as he continued to cum. When it'd been quite a while since the last rush of cum inside of him Derek finally gently unclenched his jaw and removed his teeth from Stiles' flesh. The pain made him wince but a soft tongue quickly licked over the bloody bite to try and soothe the hurt. Finally, after the blood has stopped flowing, Derek pulled back a bit, his body pulling up and off of Stiles' so he could properly look into Stiles' face.
Derek face was furrowed in concern as he said, "Are you alright? I bit kind of deep."
Stiles gave him a dopey grin and nodded. "Hell yeah man. That was the absolute best orgasm I've ever had in my life. I feel like I'm going to be riding this high for weeks. Now shut your concerned face up and cuddle me. I have a feeling we're going to be stuck for a long while."
Derek couldn't help but grin at his blissed out mate and lowered back down to kiss him tenderly on the lips. Stiles chuckled and broke the kiss.
"Dude, you taste like blood."
Stiles reached up with one shaky hand and wiped the blood from Derek's mouth so he could kiss him properly. Derek couldn't seem to wipe the smile off of his face as they kissed which had them both laughing until it jostled where they were connected.
Between one groan and the next Stiles managed to ask, "You think I can cum at least one more time before your knot goes down?"
Derek gives him a wolfish grin. "I bet I can make you cum three more times." And then proceeds to grind his knot directly into Stiles' prostate.
In the end Stiles is only able to cum twice more before he passes out. Derek manages to manipulate Stiles' limbs until he's behind him, knot still firmly in place even though he finally stopped cumming. With his mate wrapped up in his arms Derek drops right off to sleep still buried inside of Stiles.
A/N: Alrighty! Finally done with chapter 29. That took way too freaking long! I am so, so sorry about how long that took to get out but, again, I won't promise that I'll have another one soon because I don't keep a schedule. I don't know how many more chapters I'll have after this one, maybe one or two, I'm not sure.
Thank you so very, very much for alls of yalls that have been reading this so avidly and leaving reviews, it means a lot to me that there're so many people who care about what I write. I was so incredibly proud of my readers when I got so many people supporting me through this rough move and I honestly couldn't be happier with all of yalls. Thank you so much, all of you. ~hearts~
