This was not happening. Not right now of all times?! Derek, with his freaky superhuman hearing, was sure to know what Stiles was up to. It was just a matter of time before-
The door opened. "Stiles?" It was Derek. Stiles' heart was beating out of his chest and he couldn't think. He needed- needed... Needed what?! He couldn't trust his mouth right now, a moan could easily escape if he moved. His body felt like it was on fire.
He should have listened to Deaton and stayed away from Derek. His body was even reacting to the sound of Derek's voice. The way he said Stiles' name so strongly and passionately made Stiles' cock jump. And dear God did he want this. But not like this, exactly. He wanted Derek because it would mean Derek would want him back. Doing things the way they were doing them, it was rushed. Not true love. Just- Sex.
Stiles wanted a relationship, like Jackson and Danny. They could show PDA all day because they were out to everyone and could control it. Control seemed to be a key word lately.
"Stiles? Open the door." Derek commanded. His voice sent shivers down Stiles' spin. That rough tone he was using, the heaviness of his voice, the shortness of it, they were all signs that he should not open the door.
"D-Der-rek. I-I c-can't-t." Stiles didn't trust his mouth. He shouldn't have opened it in the first place because next thing he knew it was being knocked against the wall hard.
"Put your clothes on. We are leaving. Now." Derek threw Stiles' jeans at him that were laying on the floor. And he was gone. Stiles turned to see the stall door closing and hear the outside door following it.
Stile leaned down and still felt the warm liquid drip down his legs. He sighed. Of all nights, it had to be tonight? This was the first (and probably last) date they would have together... Derek seemed pissed.
He gingerly walked out of the bathroom. He felt so weird. His boxers were starting to get soaked and he felt... Tight, like his clothes were way too tight. But not just his pants, his shirt also. It was uncomfortable. He wanted them off. He walked over to Derek's car and took off his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked leaned against the side of his car. Stiles' was starting to get out of breath. He opened the door and sank into the passengers seat. Derek followed. He wanted his pants off. They were beyond annoying. And they itched. He was shifting in his seat. The soft fabric that he had love so much earlier was making him very angry, it brushed his back in all the wrong places. He didn't know what was going on with him right now but he was getting frustrated.
"Itches!" Stiles yelled at Derek. His eyes went wide at Stiles' sudden out burst. "Everything itches Derek! Fucking Everything! I want these fucking pants off and Jesus, Derek, I can't take it-"
He lost the ability to think logical thoughts as he looked down to see Derek sucking on his nipple. This was very new. He didn't get to enjoy the sight for too long before his eyes closed and rolled to the back of his head. All he could think about was Derek's hot mouth sucking and biting him. His tongue, that amazing heavenly gift, was pushing against his tender bud. Controlling his voice wasn't even a thought in his mind as he just bluntly moaned. He could feel Derek humming against him.
The skilled flicks that Derek's tongue maneuvered around Stiles' swollen nipple was sending him beyond logical lands. He could feel a pool of arousal growing in him as Derek sucked harder. Stiles knew that Derek could easily smell the arousal flowing off of the younger of the two. He could hear and feel very low moans coming from Derek. Stiles felt Derek's rough hands grab his side and play with the other nipple.
Along with that sudden pool of lust, something else was there. Something different than before...
"D-De-rek. S-Stop. S-Something's w-wrong." Stiles tried to pull Derek off but he looked down to see two blood red glowing eyes staring back at him. Derek looked like he was loosing himself. He bit down on Stiles' chest again causing Stiles to cry out in painful pleasure.
He saw stars as he felt Derek suddenly suck his nipple hard. He tried again to push Derek's head back but his efforts were futile. Derek was completely engulfed in Stiles. He was sucking Stiles' chest like he was expecting something to come out...
"What the fuck!" Stiles yell pushing Derek off of him with all strength he could muster. Derek growled while his eyes faded slightly from their threatening blood red to a calm and collective red.
He looked at his chest in disbelief. He actually had milk coming out of him. Milk. He shifted his eyes to make sure he still had a penis.
Good.
He looked over at Derek. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Stiles yelled. Derek huffed in annoyance and started the car.
"I can smell you." Derek was probably doing 80 on a 40 MPH road.
"So? I can smell you right now too?" And he did. Stiles took a deep breath and was surprised at what he picked up. He could smell the usual sent he got off of Derek- Wood, aftershave, mint, and a slight musk-type smell. But there were other things he also picked up that he hadn't before. He could literally smell Derek's want. He could smell the lust and need that flowed off of Derek's body.
"No. Not your usual smell. I looked over at you and I just needed to- to milk you. I needed to taste you. I-I can't control it- Him. He wants out. Stiles, I-I can't be near you right now. This was a bad idea. I'm taking you home-"
"NO." Stiles shifted in his seat to look at Derek. "Don't take me home. I can't let my dad see me like this! I'll call him and tell him I'm staying at Scott's. Please Derek. Don't leave me like this." Stiles begged.
His begging was cut short by the sound of sirens.
He could feel his heart sink. No. No. No. His dad had off tonight, right? Stiles reached down and threw on his shirt. He looked over at Derek who looked like he was going to kill someone. He slowed down and pulled the car off to the side of the road.
Stiles' heart was pounding in his chest. He knew Derek could hear it but that didn't make it stop. What were they to do? Stiles would be mortified if his dad saw him like this...
He waited for the inevitable fate of seeing his father's shocked face. Derek rolled down the window as the dark shadow approached.
"License and Registration." Parrish. It was Parrish. Stiles gave a heavy sigh thanking God that he didn't have to explain this to his father. "Stiles?" He heard Parrish ask.
"Uh.. Hey, Deputy Parrish. How are you doing tonight?" Stiles asked. This conversation was taking a turn for a little weird.
"Fine. May I ask what exactly you are doing here?" Parrish asked watching Derek search for his registration. He should keep his things more organized. Derek, as if reading Stiles' mind, shot him a look.
"Oh. You know..." Stiles let the sentence hang in the air.
"Does Sheriff know where you are?" Parrish asked grabbing the papers from Derek. He looked him over, comparing Derek to his licences picture.
"Yeah. He does." Stiles replied with a sigh. He didn't want to have to explain this to Parrish...
"So you wouldn't mind if I called him?" Parrish asked. Derek and Stiles both noticeably stiffened.
"No! Wait, Yes! I would mind! Don't do that. Come one, please?" Stiles tried to put on a puppy dog face but Derek let out a sigh at how it failed miserable. Parrish reached for his phone.
"We're on a date." Derek told Parrish whose jaw dropped in surprise.
"You two?" He asked in utter surprise. Derek answered before Stiles.
"Yes. And sorry for my speeding, officer. I was in a hurry to get home so I could fuck him into tomorrow. You don't mind if I do that right? Or are you going to stop me?" Stiles was completely lost.
What. Did. Derek. Just. Say? Derek didn't even let Parrish reply before diving off back onto the main road at 80 MPH.
Derek's POV
Derek was mentally cursing himself right now. He could hear Stiles talking to his father outside while he paced his apartment. Derek wanted to break something. Maybe something small...
He was over flowing with, with- emotions. Every emotion was threatening to take over. He was about to cross the breaking point, the line of no return.
Stiles' body was clearly going through changes, as was Derek's. But what changes? Derek felt like he was loosing himself all over again. It was like he himself was in high school and was trying to learn how to control himself around his crush. But it was never this bad. He was never afraid of truly killing anyone else because he couldn't keep the beast at bay.
And that terrified him. Never, ever in his entire life had he ever thought about listening to someone's blood running through their veins and the heart that pumps it. This was completely different than any connection he has ever had with anyone else.
This was the first time that he was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even hear the door close. "You alright?" Stiles asked. Derek felt anger boiling up throughout him.
"Stiles, don't ask me that. You know I'm not. You know I can't do this. I can't-" Derek was trying to contain himself. No one had ever seen him this vulnerable. He had never allowed anyone to see him like this.
"Yes, you can. Just let go Derek." Stiles voice was the steadiest it's been in a long time. "I think this will help. Just let yourself loose control. I can take it. I think that doing this will let you regain yourself. I trust you."
Back to Stiles POV
Derek was on him faster than ever before. Stiles was surprised by the confidence he had in himself, when internally, he was freaking out. He wanted Derek to be Derek again, because for the last two months- he wasn't himself.
He wanted his sourwolf back. The big bad wolf who always put up a tough guy act in front of others. The Derek who had saved him from Peter and other beasts that had attached Beacon Hills. The Derek that was with him now? This was only a shadow of the true Derek. He was willing to take this risk.
He felt the soft texture of Derek's lips on his and he was pushed back onto a mattress. When had they gone into Derek's room? He watched as Derek eyes shifted back to the dark red that send shivers up Stiles spin in both excitement and fear. Not fear of death, fear of rejection. Derek's wolf could reject him at any point. Stiles wouldn't be able to face him again if that happened.
He watched as Derek undressed. He felt like he should have been throwing money at Derek (thought he knew that was not the most appropriate thing to do at the moment, so he didn't). This man was beautiful. Truly beautiful. Not a fake beauty, that he sometimes saw in women and men, but an authentic attractiveness that wasn't there before. He wanted Derek, all of him.
He wanted Derek and everything Derek could give him.
He watched as Derek threw his shirt to the floor along with his pants, forgotten them minuet they hit the cold ground. He resumed his position above Stiles and looked into his eyes.
"Mine..." Derek whispered before clashing their lips together. He was soft, at first. But as time went on, the kiss grew hungrier. He could hear silent growls the wolf wanted to release.
"Derek, will you knot me like before? Will you stick you big, pulsing knot into my ass?" He asked feeling the body above him starting to shake. Derek didn't reply at fist. He just kept sucking his neck and biting, leaving marks Stiles knew would be visible for all of Beacon Hills to see. But he couldn't stop now. In fact, it was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Don't say things like that to me." Derek mumbled.
"Why? You keep... doing all this... floor play... just get to... the... good part." Stiles replied words coming out in slow pants. It was like his mind had switched to a different setting in less than a second. His whole body got the same sensation it had before, nothing felt right. He tried to shake off his clothes.
"What are you doing?" He heard Derek ask and he helped Stiles work up his shirt and fell the warm muscles of the younger mans back.
"I-Itches!" Stiles continued to attempt and shake off his clothes. Derek actually laughed, full on toothy grin kind of laugh. "What's so funny?" He would feel offended if his mind wasn't so clouded with lust.
"You're very unattractive like that." Stiles nearly slapped Derek.
"Who the hell gave you the right to say I was unattractive?!" Furry was beginning to boil up in Stiles. "I work very hard for this body and it's not to please you! I am independent and don't need-" His words were cut short by Derek's soft mouth. Their lips moved in sync until Derek grew tiered of the PG-13 kiss. He moved his free hand up over Stiles' nipple and squeezed.
Stiles let out a cry. Derek took this as a perfect opportunity to shove his tongue into the younger man's throat. Stiles loved the feeling of Derek being in control. He loved how Derek knew exactly what to do and when to do it. He loved that fucking amazing tongue Derek had and would never doubt its ability to turn Stiles on every time.
"D-Don't." Stiles stuttered and Derek left his mouth and attacked his nipple again. He was NOT going to have a repeat of what happened in Derek's car. Not today, not ever.
"Why? Your body is changing for me, isn't it? It wasn't to produce a milk approved by an Alpha, your Alpha. Your body is changing for me, Stiles." Derek sucked unpredictably hard on Stiles' chest, expecting something- anything to come out. Stiles whole by felt like it was on fire. His back arched off the bed and a cry broke from his lips. A tingling sensation hit him as his heart rate increased. "Good boy... My good mate..." Derek was mumbling as he continued to suck on Stiles.
By this point, Stiles had already had enough. Derek kept sucking and whispering words about Stiles' body being his and his alone. This drove him over the edge. His whole body pushed into Derek's as he felt a warm liquid erupt onto his and Derek's chest. His breathing slowed down but his eye's went wide. Derek pulled away and gazed into them.
"You came untouched?" Derek kissed down Stiles' chest, licking up any evidence of what just happened. "And you're still hard? This isn't enough to satisfy you... You're body's changing for me... Look at how your hole is leaking." Stiles cried out as Derek pushed a finger into him. He was extremely sensitive after having just released. He looked down into Derek's red eyes to see them staring at him. He watched as Derek pushed his finger into him and clear liquid flow out. His heart speed up. "Your body is stretching out all by itself. You look so fucking sexy like this..."
Stiles moaned when he heard his name coming from Derek's mouth. His hips were now meeting Derek's shallow thrusts with twice the force the wolf was giving him. He wanted so much more. He could feel every cell in his body craving Derek. Not just Derek- the wolf also. He wanted to be Derek's mate. Something inside him was begging to have Derek take him and knot him again. He wanted to be the trophy Derek bragged about to others.
"D-Derek... Fuck me... Like this... Fill me with your pups... Breed me..." Stiles could feel his face light up in embarrassment. He was horrified at the words coming out of his mouth but he no longer had any control. He had given everything to Derek.
The minuet the words of being bread were mentioned, Derek snapped. He didn't hesitate to remove his fingers painfully fast, making Stiles feel empty. The feeling didn't last long before Derek something bigger thrust into Stiles without warning. Stiles pushed his hips up to feel Derek twitch inside him causing Stiles to get that slight friction he needed to make him spiral out of logic thoughts, again. Stiles vision blurred as he climaxed for the second time that night.
He only realized he had blacked out when his eyes opened to see Derek's blue. Since when did Derek have blue eyes?
"Stiles? Stiles!" Derek looked scared. There were very few times when Stiles could say he saw the werewolf scared- this was one of them. Stiles put on a small smile.
"Why'd you stop?" Stiles asked pushing against Derek to show him he was far from being done. Derek's eyes remained blue but his face softened. He stepped back off of Stiles and over to the door. He stepped outside without another word.
Stiles nearly cried. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes as his heart sank. "D-Der? You're leaving me? I-I'm sorry, I'm fine now. Please don't leave me like this. I-" Derek came back into view with a pained expression and something in his hands. He jumped back onto the bed wrapping that something around Stiles. Derek pressed his forehead to Stiles. His fingers wiped away the tears that fell down.
"I'm not leaving. You smelled too much like other people, not enough like me. I got you my shirt." Derek guided Stiles' arms into the sleeves. He looked down at the open shirt. He didn't know Derek owned anything except his usually black colors. It was big on Stiles but it smelled like Derek, a sent Stiles' would gladly smell like.
"I feel like an idiot now." Stiles sighed, wanting to crawl into a hole. He seamed to be really failing at this "Mate" thing...
Derek laughed a little before kissing Stiles neck. He started placing soft, gentle kisses at first (but like everything that Derek does...) those kisses turned into hungry, lustful bites. Stiles was moaning as he felt the familiar sensation of a heat returning and his body craving the werewolf.
Derek apparently picked up on this and looked at Stiles. "Don't black out on me again." Derek warned before he pushed into Stiles. Stiles let out a small laugh as he wrapped his arms around Derek. The sleeves were too long and made it so Stiles couldn't grab at Derek's back, but Derek was definitely leaving marks on Stiles'. Once Derek was all in, he pulled back and kissed Stiles.
Stiles eagerly replied and with in minuets Stiles couldn't tell whose voice was the one moaning. Whose voice was the one yelling out words of breeding.
"Gonna fill you with my cum, breed you with my pups. You're going to look so good having our children in your belly..." That was Derek. No doubt. But Stiles found himself replying-
"Yes, Derek! Do it! I wan't to have your cubs!" Stiles and Derek became a mess. Stiles heart beat was through the roof and for the first time, he could hear Derek's. It was the same speed as Stiles' but he could hear it as if it was his own. His breath hitched as he gripped at Derek's back. He pressed his back into Derek's chest as he came.
He could feel tears falling down the side of his face as he felt a swelling inside of him. He knew that felling...
"Yes, fucking knot me!" Stiles screamed as Derek pushed deep into Stiles, resting against his prostate. Derek's body tensed as Stiles could feel the warmth flooding his body. This was completely different that anything they had done before. His entire body felt satisfied.
Derek kept making small thrusts into Stiles, ridding out his orgasm.
"I-I can't take anymore Derek!" Stiles panted into Derek ear. He was still growing and Stiles had forgotten the feeling of being so full. Derek pulled pack, tugging at Stiles' sore rim. "No no no no..." Stiles grabbed Derek's arms. Derek gave him a slight worried expression. He might have thought Stiles grabbed him because it was painful having Derek pull at him while he's three times his normal size, but in reality, Stiles was afraid the wolf was leaving.
He didn't want Derek to ever walk out on him like he just did. He never wanted to see that again. It was like his world was being crush and it opened up Stiles' eyes to how much he needed Derek.
"Stop thinking... Go to bed..." Derek turned them both so you couldn't tell where Derek's boys stopped and Stiles' started. One would not be able to tell them apart. They were connected. Derek pushed into Stiles again and Stiles looked down.
"What the hell, Derek! How much do you cum?" Stiles asked in frustration. He had a slight bulge forming in his lower stomach and could feel Derek still emptying out into him. Last time Derek had said it was because it was the mating moon but now he knew that was bull shit.
Derek only grunted a reply- which he was doing all too often now- before closing his eyes whispering something Stiles' couldn't hear. He thought it might have been I love you but Derek was asleep before he could ask.
The last conscious thought Stiles has was the warm feeling of being in Derek embrace.
Sooo, Opinions? Also, there will be a new character introduced in the next chapter. He is one I made up and there only for the purpose of a plot. If anyone doesn't like that, let me know please?!
Also, if you are wondering why there's a switch to Derek's POV its because I wanted to show you what Derek was thinking and going through. Also how hard this was for him to hold back. I didn't want you to think he was pushing Stiles into this, which he ISN'T.
Okay, I'm done talking ;)