"Do you want to submit?" Stiles asked the next time Derek was in his bed, just cuddling with Stiles in their underwear, body shivering with fever.
He'd grabbed Stiles at the grocery store, face pale and sweaty, hands clammy. Stiles had dropped what he had and rushed Derek home. He was going to call for help, phone out and ready, but Derek had smacked it away, pulling at Stiles' shirt, begging for just a cuddle. So the younger man dragged him up the stairs and into bed, helping the wolf pull off clothes till Derek whined, reaching for Stiles.
Stiles of course couldn't let the opportunity slip by, so he started with asking Derek how he felt, ' yucky' was the answer, and how the wolf was doing with the house rebuild, ' makes me sad and happy, don't like it' , and Stiles finally had asked about what he really wanted to know about.
"Only only Stiles. Only one who knows… cares" Derek said Stiles could feel the pout on the wolf's lips were they pressed into his shoulder. Derek was scooted down on the bed, arms wrapped around Stiles' waist, nose tickling the nape of the younger's neck.
"Your pack loves you Derek, remember that." Stiles reassured, rubbing the hairy forearm that was holding them together. He liked the way Derek's hair felt, it was softer than he expected.
"No one wants to put me belly up and touch me. Fuck me. No one knows I'm needy like he does." Derek confessed quietly as he rubbed his cheek across the speckled skin of Stiles' shoulder. The words made Stiles gasp, hand stilling, grabbing onto the wolf's arm.
"You want him to… fuck you?" Stiles asked breathlessly. He thought Derek wanted to fuck him. Not the other way. Derek had been… Derek had been wanting that the whole time… It made Stiles feel the blood draining from his head to his cock.
Derek moved so they were impossibly closer, his hands splaying over the younger's torso as he nuzzled into the nap of Stiles' neck.
"Yeah I wanna submit, wanna get on my knees for him. I want him to push me on my back, make me show him my soft parts." Derek explained, drawing one of his hands down to rub at the waistband of Stiles blue boxers. Stiles had to hold himself back from thrusting into the big hand so close to his hard cock.
"Yeah?" Stiles bit out, he felt the way Derek's lips parted, his warm breath getting cut up into shorter pants, his hips shifting to be pressed into the younger's bare thighs.
"Yeah he'd scratch my belly. No one scratches my belly. He'd be a good mate, he'd be careful." Derek finished, sighing. His breath slowed down, like a weight had been lifted from him. Stiles thought it was endearing, especially as Derek's hands rewrapped around him for a hug.
"He'd try his best to be a good mate." Stiles said, more so to himself as he noticed the way Derek's breathing was slowing down like it always did before he fell asleep.
"He's a good mate already. He brings me food, talks to me, helps me." Derek said sleepily, he yawned against Stiles' skin, the younger lightly feeling the pings of razor like teeth against his back. Stiles felt a warmth blossom in his chest, his heart skipping a beat.
"He cares about you, Derek" Stiles said quietly, turning to try and catch the wolf's eye but only saw spikes of dark hair. Derek rubbed against Stiles' shoulder, arms relaxing, hands going slack.
"I love him" Derek whispered, just barely loud enough for the younger man to catch it. Three words and Stiles felt like he couldn't breathe. He just lay there in his bed, a killer beast wrapped around him, in nothing but his underwear, considering what it meant.
He swore to himself that he wouldn't bring it up. Not until he was ready to work with the consequences.
Derek was warm with the buzz of wolfsbane laced beer and sugary snacks and greasy pizza. Everyone had been over, he'd been surrounded by his pack and his pack was happy and healthy. It made him feel good, the omega part of his brain purring and preening at the fact he takes good care of his pack, the younger wolves. His wolf felt calm and happy at having his pack safe and strong.
It was the happiest he'd been in a long time. Especially when Issac had brought him another drink and Scott offered him snacks, he truly felt like a good alpha.
Everyone had headed home, the dark of the night dimming the loft. Everyone except Stiles. Who'd been cleaning up as Derek rested on the couch.
Derek felt himself give into the warm heating part of his mind, his omegan hormones making him feel loose and relaxed, clenching slightly on the plug nestled inside him. He didn't know why this heat was so much stronger than usual. He usually didn't get wet like this, waking up with a puddle around his hips, he usually didn't crave to have someone touch him but he felt like he needed something. His wolf had made him grumpy in the morning, upset that his body and mind both wanted to be passive, to let someone in, but seeing his pack treating him like their alpha, it made him feel better.
Stiles had noticed the way Derek's eyes looked differently, the way he smiled more, was much more relaxed, and mostly the way he looked at Stiles. Want. Derek had this flicker of pure want in his eyes when Stiles caught the wolf staring.
He knew it was time. Time to give Derek what he knew the alpha wanted.
"Derek?" Stiles asked as he walked over to the wolf, who was letting out a rumbling noise, to stand at the opposite end of the couch. The older boy looked over at him, pupils big and dark, body relaxed.
"Hi" Derek said quietly, voice rough. Stiles smiled and moved to stand in front of him, hand creeping up to run across Derek's ear.
The older boy's eyes fluttered shut, trusting Stiles as he gently rubbed across the wolf's ears. Derek's mouth was open just enough to show a flash of teeth, blush getting darker on his cheek, crawling up to heat the skin under Stiles fingers.
"You're in heat, aren't you?" Stiles asked quietly as one of his hands moved to run up and down the line of Derek's neck, skimming over his bristly scruff. Derek's breath hitched, eyes opening slightly to look up at the younger man.
The wolf turned to nuzzle at Stiles' wrist, hiding his face. He gave a small nod, leaning into the warm palm that was offered to him. He looked up at the human's face, he couldn't see any fear, any sign of anything except… lust. Want. It made Derek's omega wants flare. He couldn't help the way his body moved, hips grinding down on his plug, chest pushing out in invitation, hands reaching for Stiles' hips.
Stiles watched in shock as Derek moved, letting the wolf pull him closer, letting him wrap his arms around his hips, nuzzling right above his jean zipper.
Right above where his cock was growing harder by the second.
Derek whined as he shoved his hands up the back of Stiles' shirt and flannel, touching his speckled skin. He didn't want to pull away even for a second, using his nose to get his head under the human's shirt.
"You're so pretty Derek. Such a good omega for me, yeah?" Stiles said softly, trying to be careful. He knew it was thin ice, a fragile line between what would ruin it and what would fuel it.
Derek whined as his hips ground against the couch cushion. He licked across the light hairs that dipped below the line of offensive denim, licking at the milky skin. Stiles gasped and put one of his hands on Derek's head, not quite grabbing at the dark hair there but letting the wolf know it was there.
"You need something from me, omega? Who am I?" Stiles questioned and petted the dark hair under his hand. He was trying his best to keep his mind working at the wolf's hot breath washed over his lower stomach, his burning tongue carving paths over his hips. Derek whined, pulling his head back to look up into Stiles' eyes.
"Alpha… Do you want me? I can make you feel good, you don't have to touch me." Derek said almost sadly, like he knew that he'd end up being untouched. Like it had happened before. Stiles stared down at him, all the blood washing away from his brain to his cock.
"I want you omega, I want to- to fuck you. Of course I want to touch you, such a pretty boy." Stiles said and swallowed down his nerves, he pulled at Derek's shoulders as the older boy stood up, a smile lighting up his face. The wolf leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Stiles took in a sharp breath through his nose as their lips met. It was warm, comfortable, Derek locked their hands together and when he pulled away, led them to his bedroom. Stiles was quick to follow the older boy, knowing the way.
"Take these off, let me see my good omega, my mate" Stiles said as soon as they were in the dark bedroom, he pulled at the bottom of Derek's henley. The wolf was quick to strip, nearly ripping his own clothes off as Stiles walked around the bed to turn on the bedside lamp.
He stood and looked at the man who was standing naked in the center of the room. He never really got to look at Derek when they were together. He got to take him in now. Got to look at the dark hair that crept up from his ankles to his thighs, that was trimmed down short around his thick hard cock, got to look at his chest that had only a dusting of hair in the center of his soft looking pecs, got to look at his abs that were carved perfectly.
Derek was smiling, looking down at the floor, almost looking demure. He was preening in his mind, loving the way his alpha was looking him over. He never got looked at like that. He never got…treated like that.
"So fucking ho- pretty. So pretty, what a good omega, so pretty. My mate's so pretty. Undress me." Stiles said with a smile, making sure to use the words he knew would make Derek feel better, and walked back around the bed so he was standing in front of Derek. He brought their mouths back together with a hand on the wolf's jaw.
This kiss was much more needy than the first, tongues sliding together hotly, Derek letting Stiles take charge. Their hands traveled around each other, Derek feeling up and down Stiles' slim body, rough palms dragging across soft skin like hot irons. Stiles was taking in everything . The soft hairs at the back of Derek's neck that had him whining, the powerful muscles of his back, the soft relaxed handfuls of his pecs, the lines carved in his torso from his abs down to his adonis belt. He was just just getting a good handful of his hair covered ass, the supple plush give over the strong muscle causing the human to moan into the kiss, when Derek was clawing at his clothes.
The wolf shoved at the clothes that covered his mate, shoving Stiles' jeans and underwear down at once after shoving his flannel away. They pulled away only for Derek to pull the human's shirt off and to look down enough to finish getting his bottoms off.
Derek kept his eyes down, staring down at where they were a breath away from touching. He liked the way Stiles' pale skin was speckled with moles and freckles, he liked the way the younger's pubic hair was much less kept than his, he liked that Stiles's was hard. He liked that he made his alpha hard. He liked that even though his cock was bigger than Stiles', the human was still willing to mate with him.
"What're you looking at? You have to ask for what you want, Derek." Stiles asked, amused with the way Derek was staring down at their bodies. He was curious, he was sure the wolf would have been more… needy.
"You- I- No one's mated with me." Derek finally spit out, a crack of nervousness splitting in his chest. Stiles just cupped his jaw, bringing their lips back together for a soft kiss. He had a small smile on his lips, something that made Derek's omega purr.
"I'll be your first. I'll take care of you, Derek, omega, I'm yours." Stiles reassured and pressed more kisses to Derek, slow and sweet. The wolf was soon whining, shoving their hips together, cocks rubbing together between their bodies.
"Lay on the bed, show me how good of a mate you are." Stiles ordered and pulled away, immediately giving himself a few tight strokes, needing just a little bit to calm down.
But that was thrown out the window when Derek got on the bed, hands and knees, and showed off the black base of his plug. Stiles stared for… longer than a confident bed partner probably should but he couldn't tear his eyes from where the black silicone stretched Derek's hole. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the base, causing the wolf to whine again, head dropping between his shoulders.
"Take it out, didn't wanna make a mess with everyone here…" Derek explained and reached back to touch the base of the toy. Stiles had to take a deep breath, thinking of what the plug was holding back. Thinking of how Derek was being such a good boy.
"Turn over. I want to see your face." Stiles ordered quietly, taking his hand away. Derek quickly rolled over, thighs spreading with his knees bent, feet flat on the bed. He had a desperate look on his face, mouth open and panting, blush reaching down his chest, hands trembling as they laid against his sternum.
Stiles licked his lips as he climbed on the bed, kneeling between spread legs. He ran his hands up and down Derek's legs, knee to hip, a few times before giving his cock a stroke. Derek jumped and cried out, hands smacking Stiles' away.
"Don't touch that. It's… it's too big. Don't." Derek whined out and covered himself, Stiles pulled his hands away, holding them in front of himself. He noticed that Derek's eyes were wet, like he was ready to cry. That just wouldn't do.
"Of course. You're such a good omega, you don't need me to touch that do you? No, you just want me to fuck you. Isn't that right? You want me to fill you up?" Stiles said and brought his hand back down to the plug, pushing it in. Derek moaned out and nodded, legs spreading that much further, offering himself up. Stiles smirked and pushed and pulled the plug with one hand, the other going up to the wolf's belly, running his nails over the soft dark hair that was sparsely spread there.
Derek let out a cracked moan, hands flying over his head to grab at his headboard, hands grabbing onto his pillow. His hips bucked up, shoving down on the toy and Stiles' hand.
"There it is. I know what you want." Stiles said and let his nails run across Derek's stomach and hips, it sent the wolf into a thrashing, moaning, fit. He was moaning, hips trying to find something more to thrust down on, stomach flexing and jumping under Stiles' hand with each motion that dug the toy into his prostate.
"Please, fuck me. Breed me, I want it, I wanna be full, please alpha." Derek begged, eyes finding the human's, tears making them that much more beautiful.
Stiles couldn't tease him any longer, couldn't hold back. Breed me … Stiles never felt so wild. He needed to be Derek, fucking him, filling him, mating, breeding, whatever they were doing. He needed to give it to the big beautiful beast, needed to satiate the burning he felt under his skin.
He pulled the toy out, watching as the largest section spread Derek open, more than enough for Stiles not to need to finger him. He tossed it to the side, deaf to the sound it made clattering to the floor.
Derek was wet . Clear slick already slipping past his stretched rim. He whined, reaching out for Stiles with one arm while the other hooked under one of his knees, holding himself open wider.
Stiles leaned down, letting Derek pull him into a hug, pressing their lips back together.
"Please, please fuck me, Stiles, please" Derek begged, voice ragged and full of need. Stiles pulled back looking down at the wolf. It was the first time Derek ever called him Stiles. It was the first time Derek knew it was Stiles.
"Okay, it's okay, I had condoms-" Stiles said and pulled back going to reach for his jeans but Derek held him down, legs wrapping around his waist. He shoved his face into Stiles' neck, pulling their hips together with his legs. Stiles couldn't help the groan that left him as his cock slipped beside Derek's, rubbing at the crook of his thigh.
"Breed me, mate me… I need to smell like you. Come in me, breed me." Derek begged weakly, face staying hidden in the soft pale skin of Stiles' neck.
"Fuck" Stiles breathed out and reached down, needing to be in Derek, needing to give him what he wants. He gave himself a tight squeeze before lining up with the wolf's wet hole.
"Ready?" Stiles asked, stalling, as his tip just kissed the soaked, wet opening that was being offered to him.
He didn't get a response, rather he just got shoved forward by the inhuman strength of Derek's legs around his hips.
Derek's head fell back against the pillows, mouth open, hands flaring where they sat on Stiles' shoulder blades, as his hole was stretched back open, filled, just how he was meant to be. He felt a wave of something more than pleasure, more than relief, something that hit him bone deep. It forced his eyes open, forced him to look up at his mate, his alpha, his… Stiles.
Stiles felt the moan ripping through him before he realized he was making noise. Derek was so tight, so hot, so so wet . He tried to take it all in, the feeling around his cock, the hairy thighs that pressed against him, the big warm hands on his back, the fact his eyes were closed. Stiles' eyes flew open, needing to see Derek's face.
"So fucking pretty" Stiles growled as he leaned down to kiss Derek's open lips, shoving his hips forward, to get that much closer. It caused Derek to whine, high and needy, his own hips twitching between trying to get friction on his cock and getting more of Stiles inside of him.
Stiles needed to hear more of that noise, felt like a rope snapping in half. He got steady back on his knees, having been knocked off balance, and pulled back. He pulled out until just the tip was left in before pressing back in quickly, not quite fast but enough for a punched noise to come from the wolf.
" Yes " Derek moaned out as a smile ticked up the edges of his mouth, he felt drunk, fall down drunk of the feeling that flowed through him, his brain flooding him with the best chemicals. He couldn't and didn't even try to hold back the whines that came from his throat with each thrust, each time his mate hit all his good spots.
Stiles leaned back down, licking into Derek's mouth needing to feel each moan, each whine, each keening noise as his hips sped up. He was fucking into the older boy, hips finding a fast rhythm, the right angle that had Derek crying out more and more. He was barreling towards his own orgasm with each thrust, the way made so smooth by far more than enough slick. He was keeping his hands to himself, not reaching for Derek's cock. Derek didn't need it, Derek needed a fucking, needed Stiles so use him.
"So wet, didn't know you'd be so wet. My wet bitch, huh? Yeah you want me to fill you up, stuff you full of my cum?" Stiles said breathily into Derek's ear, the words rolling from his mouth with ease he didn't know he could manage. The wolf moaned, hole clenching up in a way that had Stiles losing his rhythm. He couldn't stop the rush of his orgasm, couldn't help the way he slammed into Derek chasing his own pleasure.
"Please, please, please, please please please please" Derek begged, words rushing all together in a slurred way. Stiles moaned out, slamming himself inside one last time, shoving both their bodies up the bed an inch or two as he came.
It was like a flood, not only the waves of cum as they mixed with the slick inside Derek's body, but the feeling that wracked through Stiles' body. He was deaf and blind to the world, muscles going slack, pleasure glazing every part of him. He was easily the best thing he'd ever felt.
Even when he was coming back to the world the only thing he could take in was the broken whispers coming from the body below him.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you alpha, thank you" Derek whispered out, breathless. Stiles suddenly felt guilty, he hadn't even gotten Derek off. He sat up, ready to pull out and jerk the wolf off, but Derek kept their hips together. Stiles pulled away just enough to see the wolf's face.
"Wow.." Stiles said when he finally got his brain to take in his partner. Derek's eyes were watery, tears running down the side of his face, blush cherry red on his cheeks, mouth ticked up at the corners in a smile. Stiles looked down between them, looking at the mess of cum that was spattered across Derek's abs.
"You came?" He asked dumbly, his brain not totally online yet. Derek smiled fully, all toothy, as he rolled his eyes. He nodded and let his legs fall to the bed, letting Stiles sit up fully on his knees.
"Yeah, like, as soon as you put it in. Keep it in. Please" Derek explained and looked up at Stiles' eyes. The human stared down at him, in awe. Derek was so hot, it only took years to get under his tough shell. To get to the soft underbelly, to get in his bed, to get close.
"You regret it already?" Derek asked, smile falling, after Stiles looked him over for a minute too long. Stiles huffed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
"Not a chance, I've worked too hard not to enjoy this. But seriously that was awesome. You were really good." Stiles said sincerely and ran one of his hands up the wolf's side a few times. Derek looked to the side, unable to keep eye contact, lips quirking back up a little bit.
"Do I need to do anything special? Or just keep my soft dick in you?" Stiles asked, unable to keep the smile from his face. Derek groaned and covered his face with his hands, embarrassment making his face feel on fire. He mumbled something but Stiles leaned forward, making sure to make a squelching sound between them as he did.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the werewolf self lubricant and puddle of jizz." Stiles teased which caused Derek to groan again, keeping one handover his face as the other shoved Stiles away. The wolf just pushed so Stiles sitting back up.
"My… plug. Werewolves have knots to um… keep everything inside. You don't have that. Where'd you put it?" Derek asked as he felt around the bed for the silicone plug. Stiles looked at the floor around the bed knowing it got to the floor.
"I can't reach it." Stiles said sheepishly when he noticed the toy had actually rolled a few feet away. Derek made an unhappy noise and sat up a little to see it.
"Get it for me please" He asked, voice quiet again, tender. Stiles nodded and gave him a reassuring small smile. The human was careful as he pulled out, only looking down at the mess he left for a moment before hurrying to get the plug. He was going to hand it back to Derek but… Alpha's knotted their omegas. They didn't do it themselves.
"Ready?" Stiles asked and held the plug up to Derek's hole. The wolf looked… shocked. Eyes big, eyebrows raised, it was a cute look. Like he didn't expect Stiles to do it. He gave a short nod and Stiles gently pressed the plug back in, dick giving a weak twitch at the way it slipped in so easily.
He enjoyed the view now. The slick mess that made the dark hair on Derek's thighs swirl into patterns, that made his skin shiny. He liked the way Derek's cock laid against his belly, soft now. He didn't know that he could like the way another dude's cock looked but here he was thinking about how Derek's soft cock and balls looked cute from this angle.
"You're cute. I've decided that." Stiles said when he finally crawled up on the bed to lay down next to Derek. He huffed and ignored the cum and slick drying in his pubes and to his skin. Derek just hummed, eyes closed, face content.
"Does this mean we're uh mates now?" Stiles asked, unable to have silence for very long. Derek kept his eyes shut, enjoying himself.
"Not permanently. You'd have to bite me to be my mate. You just bred me, doesn't make you my mate." Derek explained, trying to sound aloof but Stiles could hear the hint of sadness in his voice. Without thinking Stiles grabbed Derek's wrist and bit the side of the wolf's hand, just hard enough to make marks but not break skin.
Derek stared at him, mouth open in shock. He brought his own hand up to his face, flipping it around to see the marks showing up on his skin. They'd be gone quickly, he needed to see them.
Stiles waited for his response. He wanted to be Derek's mate, wanted to take care of him, spend time with him, have sex with him, be close to him.
"Stiles…" Derek said quietly and looked into the human's eyes. Stiles just leaned over and kissed him, slow and loving.
"Are we mates now?" Stiles asked quietly, nose to nose with the wolf. He tried to ignore the feeling in his chest when Derek's breath hitched.
"Yeah. It counts." Derek answered, happily lifting his voice, smile crooking his lips. Stiles smiled back, pressing another kiss to Derek's lips before sitting up.
"Good. Shower?" He offered his hand to the wolf, leading them to the shower together.
It was good for weeks. The pack figured them out as soon as they came back the next week. Mostly because Stiles walked right in and threw himself into Derek's lap and wasn't immediately killed, and because Derek was wearing a pair of Stiles' socks.
They were happy for them, glad Derek was so happy, glad Stiles had someone to rely on.
Derek felt calm like he hadn't for a long time. Stiles liked to cuddle him and take baths with him, liked to sit on the couch and feed him, he liked spending time studying or working on essays while Derek did his own things.
It was so good for weeks.
And then it got better.
Derek was bent over the arm of the couch, claws ripping into one of the pillows there as Stiles stood behind him, fucking into his wet gaping hole roughly.
"What a good omega, my mate's always so ready for me. So fucking wet, bent over like a good mate. WHo's a good omega? Who's the best fucking boyfriend" Stiles bit out but Derek pushed himself up on his hands, looking over his shoulder, body jerking with each thrust.
"Bo-oyfriend?" Derek asked, huffing and whining as Stiles hit his prostate over and over again. They'd never said the B word before. Stiles huffed a laugh and draped himself over Derek's body, teeth grazing the wolf's muscular shoulder.
"Yeah, boyfriends. You're my sweet wet omega, my strong alpha, and my hot as fuck boyfriend." Stiles stated and fucked into Derek harder to punctuate each statement. Derek moaned out and fell back down, letting his body be rocked. He trusted Stiles, he didn't need to worry about it.
"Thank you alpha" He cried out before spilling, covering the side of the couch with cum.
He was loopy and happy as he crawled into bed.
His and Stiles' bed.