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That dumb bitch. A stupid fucking witch. She just had to come to Beacon Hills after things had been quiet. 

Luring the pack out thinking it was Stiles as if he’d asked the pack to meet at the preserve in the middle of the night. The pack stands, surrounding the witch in a circle. She looks at the pack before picking her victim. She runs to attack Stiles but Derek jumps in front of him at the last second.

“Derek! NO!” Stiles yells but it’s too late.  The witch looks stunned before grinning; she cackles before punching Derek in the chest. A bolt of lightning shoots out of her hands and into Derek. He slumps to the floor growling. The pack runs to their alpha to stop the witch from doing more harm.

She stands over Derek. “You’ll kill your mate and your pack, you won’t be able to control the chaos inside. Too bad I won’t be here to see it.” She shrugs her shoulders before snapping her fingers and disappearing. The pack looks around to see if they can find her, when they turn up blank they turn back to Derek.

He’s growling and thrashing on the ground for a second before he stops. Derek stumbles while slowly getting up and turns to the pack, he shows them his alpha red eyes, fangs elongated, and claws out. They could all see the power exuding from him, he looked absolutely deadly. 

“Der, are you okay?” Stiles said calmly while holding out his hands to show he meant no harm. Derek lifts his head into the air and sniffs. He lets out a low grumbling noise and stalks towards Stiles. Stiles panics for a second before trying to calm himself down. Derek looks out of his mind but Stiles knows Derek would never purposefully cause him any harm, well besides the good old days when he was in high school. 

When Derek reaches him, Stiles’ heartbeat is steady, he knows how to handle the situation. He bares his neck and looks down, it appears Derek’s wolf is in control so Stiles needs to do what he must to appease the wolf. Derek yipped happily before engulfing Stiles in a hug. His face was smooshed in Stiles’ neck as he breathed in deeply. Derek starts making what Stiles thinks to be happy sighs but sounds more like rough growling. 

He gives Stiles neck and tentative lick before sucking harshly on his neck. Stiles’ face flushes red as he asks, “Der, what are you doing?” Derek ignores him, wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist, and picks him up. Stiles squeaks before softly patting Derek’s back. “Okay sourwolf, you have to set me down,” Derek grunts while grabbing Stiles’ legs so they can wrap around his waist.

‘Do I just go with this, or should I do something?’ Stiles thought to himself. He looked up to see what the pack was doing, but they were all either laughing or on their phone videotaping the scene. Stiles scoffed, “GUYS! You could be helping.”

Erica rolled her eyes, “Nah, batman, I don’t think we can help.” Stiles rolled his eyes, of course, she wouldn’t do anything to get him out of this situation. She lived to torture Stiles. 

He tried unwrapping his legs and gently pushing Derek off but Derek grabbed his legs and held them firmly while whimpering and licking Stiles’ neck softly. Stiles felt a part of him getting pretty excited, he needed to do something. Stiles looked at Scott and gave him puppy dog eyes, Scott huffed before walking over to Stiles and Derek. Before Scott could put his hands on Derek to help him release Stiles, Derek put down Stiles and shoved him behind him. He crouched down, growling loudly, before attacking Scott swiftly. 

The pack stopped laughing once they realized what was happening.

”Derek! Please stop.” Kira called out. Derek seemed unphased by her.

Lydia tried, “STOP! He didn’t do anything.” Yet again nothing happened as Derek pelted Scott with punches and scratches. Stiles realized that he wouldn’t listen to anyone else so he stepped up. 

“Alpha, please stop. He wasn’t trying to attack us,” as soon as Stiles said those words, Derek stopped. Derek looked at Stiles as if he was an ethereal being.

“Come here,” Stiles whispered softly. Derek all but ran to Stiles. He picked him up again while sniffing Stiles all over. Stiles patted Derek’s head, “Yeah, Sourwolf. I’m okay.” Derek purred happily. 

“So what are we going to do about this?” Stiles asked in Derek’s arms. The group looked around at each other.

Lydia rolled her eyes, “Obviously, we go after the witch.” They all nodded their head.

“I’ll ask Deaton tomorrow, he may know how to fix this,” Scott shared.

“Should someone stay with Stiles and Derek?” Isaac asked the group. They looked at Stiles, who shook his head.

“Sourwolf and I will be fine. I honestly think it would be better if it was just him and I."

Derek’s head perked up at Stiles’ statement. He reached up and licked Stiles’ face. “Yeah yeah alpha, it’s gonna be just you and me.” Derek sighed and put his head on Stiles’ chest. Stiles looked down at him with a smile, “You’re a big puppy aren’t you.” Derek grunted in response.

“Alright me and mister grumpy-pants are going to head to the loft. Please keep me updated.” Stiles said to the group. They nodded their heads as they walked towards the cars. “You gotta put me down big guy if you want to go back to your den,” Stiles said to Derek. Dereks must have understood because he slowly set Stiles down. 

Stiles tried walking but struggled with Derek plastered against his back. Stiles sighs, “Der, you gotta let me walk. I won't be far from you.” Stiles knew Derek heard but he just disregarded what he said because he kept his chest smashed against Stiles’ back.

Stiles stopped walking and turned towards Derek. He reached up to cup Derek’s face, “Der, you better listen to me. I’ll make a deal with you. If you hold my hand and walk beside me I’ll let you hold me for as long as you’d like.” Stiles saw Derek’s alpha red eyes widen before he clumsily grabbed Stiles’ hand. Derek was careful with his claws, he knew how much it would hurt Stiles if he happened to cut him. Stiles let out a laugh before heading toward his precious baby. 

The rest of the pack dispersed before Stiles had even gotten Derek to his jeep. “Ugh, of course, they wouldn’t try to help us. They think only I can take care of you, don't they?” Stiles asked Derek. Derek tilted his head to the side, just like a dog would. Stiles let out a giggle, “Aren’t you so cute, Der.” 

Derek leaned into Stiles’ space and gave his neck a slow lick, Stiles let out a mixture of a squeak and a moan. He needed to get his little crush under control, Derek is basically a giant puppy, he shouldn’t be having those types of thoughts. 

“Okay big guy, we gotta stop that. Licking is not something we should be doing.” Derek looked at Stiles with big puppy dog eyes and whined. Stiles felt his heart melt at the sight, Derek clearly wasn’t in the right state of mind, he didn’t know how it was affecting Stiles. 

Stiles stops Derek so he can caress his face, Derek leans into the touch. “Fine, you can lick me. I know you don’t mean anything by it.” Derek yipped and bent down to lick Stiles’ face. If Derek happened to lick across his lips, Stiles wouldn’t mention how it was the first time someone had touched his face in that way because yes, Stiles was a virgin who hadn’t had their first kiss.

Stiles gets them walking again, and soon they find the Jeep. He herds Derek into the passenger seat. Derek tries not to give him trouble, but he fights back because he wants to constantly be touching Stiles. “Der, I know. You want to stay close to me, but I have to buckle you in so we can go home.” Derek huffed while shaking his head; Stiles decided to try something.

“Alpha, please let me do this. Don’t you want to go back to your den and scent-mark me? I’ll sit in your lap all night.” Derek immediately perked up as he stopped fighting Stiles. Stiles leaned up to him and gave him a soft peck on his cheek. “Thank you, Der. Let’s get you home.” Derek let out a happy purr before leaning over and giving Stiles a soft lick on the cheek. 

Once Derek was settled Stiles ran over to the driver's side and got in. He put the key in the ignition and started the jeep. Derek moved his hand over to Stiles to try and hold his hand but Stiles stopped him.  “I know you want to touch me but I can’t really hold hands right now,” Stiles said, he was good at driving one-handed but after tonight he felt it would be best if he kept both hands on the wheel. 

Derek moved his hand back and pouted, Stiles glanced over and giggled. “Don’t pout sourwolf, here,” Stiles said as he quickly grabbed Derek’s hand and put it on his thigh. “You’re still touching me so everything should be good,” Derek responded by rubbing his hand over Stiles’ thigh, moving it closer to the inner of his thigh. 

“Getting a little close there,” Stiles said as Derek kept rubbing his hand back and forth. Derek ignored him as he continued rubbing, Stiles could hear a soft growl from Derek. ‘Of course, this sick bastard would enjoy what he’s doing to me,’ Stiles thought to himself, ‘Get it together,’ he continued while driving. 

Derek’s hands grazed over Stiles’ dick, Stiles couldn’t help the soft whimper that slipped past his lips. Stiles glanced at Derek and saw him staring at him. His mouth was open with his fangs glistening, his fiery red eyes staring back at Stiles. Stiles gasped before turning back to the road. Derek started leaning over but before he could do anything Stiles had stopped the car. They finally arrived at Derek’s loft. 

Stiles unbuckled before clicking Derek’s seatbelt. He put his hand on Derek’s shoulder, “Come on big guy, let's get upstairs. I think I remember promising you that I would sit in your lap and let you scent-mark me.” Derek grumbled happily. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking as well,” Stiles said with a smile. He opened his door and hopped out, when he was about to shut it, Derek popped out. 

“Big guy, I was going to open your door. No need to come out on my side,” Stiles said while laughing. If normal Derek could see what feral Derek was doing, he would be freaking out. Stiles definitely needs to get this on camera so he can torture Derek about it when he’s back to normal. Well maybe not torture but tease him, Stiles loved seeing the tip of his ears turn red and his face flush red. It was one of Stiles’ favorite things about Derek. 

Derek pulls Stiles out of his thoughts by picking him up in a bridal carry. Stiles gasps before letting out a loud giggle, “Wow, you sure know how to take care of a man, don’t you Der-Bear?” Derek stopped and looked down at Stiles with a soft look. 

He looked like he wanted to say something but all that came out was a grunt. He looked upset that he could clearly articulate his words. Stiles rested his hand on Derek’s chest, “It’s okay big guy, you don’t have to say anything.” Derek looked down at Stiles as if he was the most precious thing in life. 

Stiles felt his face flush, rather than say anything he rests his head on Derek’s chest. He could hear Derek purring. Derek walks up to the industrial apartment complex. “Do you have your key big guy?” Stiles asks as he closes his eyes. Derek grunts and Stiles takes it as a yes. Stiles opens his eyes when Derek grunts again. Oh, he needs his key, Stiles knows he always keeps them in his leather jacket pockets.  Stiles moves his hand and searches the left side of the pocket, the keys are in there, SCORE! Stiles holds them out but Derek doesn’t take them. Stiles jingles them in Derek’s face. 

“Don’t you want them alpha?” Stiles asks, Derek huffs before setting Stiles down. Derek walked so fast that they were already at the door. “Oh, I didn’t even know we were here,” Stiles says as Derek wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist. Stiles gasps as he puts the key to unlock the door. “Ahh, home sweet home,” Stiles said happily.  Once the door opened a bit, Derek lifted Stiles up and started making his way upstairs to his bedroom. 

“Wait, we need to shut and lock the door,” Stiles said to Derek. Derek grumbled before turning back so Stiles could lock up the door. “There we go. Now to your bedroom,” Stiles commanded while pointing his finger to the stairs. Derek huffed but did as he was told. 

When they finally reached the room, Stiles felt slightly nervous. He’s been in Derek’s room many times, whenever he would stay late to research the newest villain Derek would let him sleep in his room. Stiles thought this was weird considering he never let anyone else in there. He knew how territorial wolves were over their space, so he never understood why Derek allowed it. Maybe it’s because he’s human. 

Derek made his way to his king-sized bed. He sat down with Stiles resting against him. “Hey, if we're gonna do this I wanna be comfortable,” Derek grunted as if asking what Stiles meant. “Take off your shoes, pants, and jacket. If we're gonna snuggle then we're gonna snuggle right,” Stiles said before unzipping his red jacket. Derek must have liked the idea because he moved Stiles off of him before clumsily trying to remove his clothes. 

Stiles carefully grabs his hands, “Why don’t you let me do this big guy? I don’t want you to ruin your clothes.” Derek whined but stopped moving. Stiles slid down and went in between Derek’s legs, he quickly removed Derek’s boots before standing up. He couldn’t possibly think about the position he was in. Stiles puts his hands on Derek’s shoulder and moves his leather jacket off of Derek. 

“There we go big guy, now let's take off your pants.” Stiles helped Derek stand before he moved to unzip Derek’s jeans, when his fly was down he started working on the button. Stiles tried hard not to look but when he started pulling Derek’s pants down he couldn’t help but notice the massive bulge in between Derek’s legs. He decides to ignore the massive problem he’s eye level with and works on dragging the pants completely off. 

After helping Derek, Stiles moves back and begins to take off his shoes, when he moves on to his pants Derek is right up against his back. Stiles looks back and sees Derek’s bare chest. He turns to Derek and asks, “Where did your shirt go?” Derek looked over to the bed and Stiles followed. The shirt was absolutely shredded, it was hard to tell what it was with how badly Derek had torn it off. “Der, you really loved that shirt, why didn’t you get my attention?” Stiles asked Derek softly. 

Derek ignored him before he raised his claws to Stiles’ shirt, before he could tear the shirt, Stiles stopped him. “If you tear my shirt, I will have a hard time forgiving you. You bought this for me, and it means a lot to me,” Stiles says shyly. Derek lowers his hand and starts whining. “It’s okay, you big doofus, go lay in bed, I’ll be right there.” Stiles lifted his shirt off and started unbuttoning his pants. 

He was really going to do this, he was going to be practically naked in front of Derek, and they were going to cuddle. Derek growled when Stiles turned around. He flashed his fangs as if he was telling Stiles to come to him. Stiles chuckled before making his way to Derek. Before he could put his knee on the bed, Derek had him in his arms. Stiles felt his world shift with how fast Derek reacted. When he felt like the world wasn’t spinning anymore he was safely seated in Derek’s lap.

“Aww big guy, you’re just excited to cuddle with me, aren’t you?” Stiles asks before rubbing his cheek against Derek’s. Derek put his hands on Stiles’ thighs as he purred happily. He started rubbing his cheek against Stiles to make sure his scent was all over. Stiles squeaked, he was definitely going to have beard burn tomorrow. Not that he didn’t love the feeling of Derek’s stubble against his smooth and hairless face. 

Stiles let out a happy sigh and closed his eyes. He felt as if everything was right with the world. Derek must have felt the same since he was making happy little noises. Stiles stopped rubbing his cheek against Derek, before Derek could let out a sad growl Stiles pecked his cheek before leaning back against Derek’s chest. 

Once settled Derek placed his hands back on Stiles’ thighs and started rubbing them. His hands quickly pushed Stiles’ thighs open as he stroked Stiles’ inner thigh. Stiles couldn’t help the loud gasp he let out. He puts his hands over Derek, trying to stop them but he only moved them closer to the sensitive part of his thighs. Derek’s claws delicately traced Stiles’ inner thighs, Stiles could feel goosebumps forming where Derek touched him. 

Just barely Derek’s hands lightly touched Stiles’ dick. Stiles let out a slutty moan before closing his mouth. Derek nuzzled against Stiles’ neck and started placing sloppy kisses all over. Stiles felt like he could come undone with these simple touches but he knew he needed to stop this. 

Before he could stop Derek, Derek began thrusting up against Stiles’ ass. Derek put his hands on his hips and moved Stiles back and forth on him. Stiles felt euphoric, he couldn’t see the wanton moans that slipped past his mouth. Derek really liked the noises because he couldn’t stop the growls of approval slip past his lips. All Stiles could do was hold on and hope Derek didn’t hate him later for this. But if Derek did, Stiles would deal with it. 

Derek continued until his cock was nestled in between Stiles’ cheeks, when he thrust up and dragged Stiles back and forth Stiles could feel Derek’s hard cock brushing against his hole. Stiles could have come right then and there, especially with the grunts Derek kept making, he was clearly enjoying this just as much as Stiles was. Stiles started grinding down on Derek on his own, he moved Derek's hands from his hips and placed them on the inner parts of his thighs.

“I like it when you touch me there, they are so sensitive,” Stiles moaned as he rested his head against Derek’s shoulder. Derek let out a roar before sucking hard on Stiles’ neck, Stiles could feel Derek’s fang graze his body. ‘What if he bites me?’ Stiles thinks to himself, he moans at the thought. It’s definitely something he has thought about…often. The two continue, their moans and grunts getting louder. 

Stiles feels his dick leaking large amounts of precome, he can feel it smearing everywhere in his boxers. He wondered if Derek was dealing with the same thing. When he grinded down hard on Derek he could feel a bit of wetness between his cheeks. Derek rubs his claws over Stiles’ thighs, Stiles jerks while letting out a moan. He looks down and sees the red marks on his thighs from Derek’s claws. 

“Fuck, keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” Stiles gasps. Derek gets more rough which gets Stiles going even more, his mouth is open in an o shape due to the constant moans and whimpers out of his mouth. Derek started getting rougher, he started letting out low growls that matched his punishing pace. Stiles felt like he was going to explode, he’s never made himself feel as good as Derek is. All he needs is a few more thrusts before coming undone. 

At once, it came to an end, Derek gave one hard final thrust. He howled when he found his release, the howl echoing throughout the loft. His dick flushed against Stiles’ ass so that when he came, Stiles could feel the spunk seep into his boxers and felt it against his hole. Stiles felt his dick twitch at the thought of all of Derek’s cum filling his hole and came untouched. Stiles’ legs shake through the aftershocks; he feels like he’s never going to come down from the high. 

When Stiles finally gets his bearings, he feels Derek loudly purring while licking all over Stiles’ neck. Stiles is much too tired to say anything so he lays there feeling weightless as he slowly starts falling asleep. Derek must notice because he starts to rub Stiles’ arms softly as he slides the two down on the bed. Stiles would try to help but he doesn’t think he could lift a finger. 

Derek easily lays them down and gets them under the covers without his claws tearing through everything. Small victory! He rearranges the two so Stiles is flushed to his chest and he’s wrapped around Stiles. Stiles lets out a happy sigh as he snuggles back against Derek. “Hmm, I could definitely get used to this, big guy,” Stiles said without thinking, but don’t blame him he’s sleepy, Derek let a yip and licked Stiles’ neck. 

Derek stops licking Stiles and decides he must nuzzle his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck. Stiles places his hands over Derek’s that are wrapped tightly around his waist. The two of them let out yawns before Stiles quietly speaks up, “Goodnight alpha. Love you so much.” Derek purrs before placing one last lick on Stiles’ cheek and neck. Stiles smiles as he falls asleep with Derek’s warmth surrounding him. 

Stiles wakes up and he feels like he’s on a cloud. He’s surrounded by warmth and love, when he tries to move he feels a strong force around his waist, holding him in place. He wiggles again but stops when he feels something hard pressed against his ass. Oh, it’s big and hard, he remembers where he is and knows it’s Derek behind him. ‘Oh my god, I totally hooked up with Derek last night,’ Stiles says as his heart starts beating faster. 

Stiles always knew Derek had a massive dick, and boy did he like that. He didn’t think he had a size kink but when thinking about Derek when he was pleasuring himself, he always imagined Derek’s long thick hard cock pounding his ass. 

Stiles let out a loud moan before covering his mouth. Derek was now rutting against Stiles, all Stiles could think about was how right it felt. Stiles turned his head and saw that Derek’s eyes were closed. ‘Of course he’s doing this in his sleep, should I wake him up?’ Stiles thought. Derek lets out a low groan, Stiles can’t help but let out a little squeal. Derek is really grinding up against Stiles’ hole. 

‘I gotta wake him up before I cum,’ Stiles thought before he gently tapped Derek’s arms around his waist. “Sourwolf, wake up. Come on, please wake up,” Stiles moaned as Derek gave a hard thrust. The wolf wouldn’t wake up, Stiles groaned before trying to twist around in Derek’s arms. “Alpha, please wake up,” Stiles groaned as he tried to pat Derek awake. He turns his head to look at Derek’s face, he goes to touch it softly when Derek’s alpha red eyes open. Derek lets out a low growl. 

Derek flips Stiles over and uses one hand to force Stiles’ body down, he puts his fangs against Stiles’ neck. Stiles feels his heart start racing, he prays Derek won’t rip his throat out. “Der, it’s me. Stiles, remember? No one is here to hurt you,” Stiles says while showing his throat to Derek as a sign of submission. 

Derek sniffs Stiles’ neck for a few seconds before letting out a sad whine. He starts pressing licks over Stiles’ neck in an apology. Stiles pulls an arm out and gently pats Derek’s arm. “It’s okay big guy, I shouldn’t have startled you awake.” Derek nuzzled Stiles’ neck as he put his full body weight on Stiles. 

“Ooof, you’re heavy,” Stiles grunted. Derek yipped before nibbling on Stiles’ neck. “Yeah, I know, you’re a big strong alpha, aren’t you?” Stiles said softly. Derek growled as he rutted against Stiles. Stiles gasped before letting out a low moan, he tried turning over to stop Derek but pushed Stiles’ head down as he ground down harder on Stiles. 

‘How do I get out of this situation?’ Stiles thinks to himself, he can't help but let out wanton moans at how rough Derek was being with him. ‘Do I even want to get out of this?’ Stiles thought before giving up. He’s willing to take anything Derek gives him. Stiles could listen to Derek groaning and grunting in his ear anytime. 

Stiles notices Derek making angry noises and just as he goes to ask Derek about it, Derek claws off Stiles’ underwear, he carefully pulls Stiles’ cheeks apart and ruts his cock in between. His precum is tagging Stiles’ hole. When did Derek rip on his boxers? Stiles had no clue but it doesn’t matter right now. 

“Keeping going, alpha. You’re making me feel so good,” Stiles stutters, Derek howls as he picks up the pace. The bed starts shaking at the force of Derek’s thrust, his bed frame smacks against the wall. If Derek weren’t careful, he would break the bed. Stiles should tell him to slow down but he can hardly form any thoughts at the moment. 

Derek pulls Stiles up, he quickly puts his arms out so he doesn’t fall flat on his face. Derek grabbed Stiles’ hips and began pulling them back to meet his thrust. Stiles felt like he was going to get whiplash from how forceful Derek was thrusting. “Slow down Der, so rough.” while Derek was being rough Stiles really enjoyed it, he knew he was going to cum soon. 

Stiles meets Derek’s thrust. His cock sliding between Stiles’ cheeks make loud squelching sounds. “Oh, I’m gonna cum,” Stiles moaned, he didn’t even need to reach down and jerk himself off, Derek was hitting all the right spots for him. Derek let out a dark growl and picked up the pace. 

All Stiles could do was moan out, “Uhh uhh uhh.” Right as Stiles felt himself come undone, Derek leaned over and bit Stiles hard on the neck. Stiles’ arms folded underneath him as he fell over the edge. Derek howled as he also found his release. 

Stiles takes a while before he can catch his breath, it doesn’t help that a 200-pound feral werewolf is lying on top of him licking the bitemark on his neck. After the euphoric feeling left Stiles, he screamed at Derek, “DID YOU REALLY BITE ME?” Derek let out a small whine. “I can’t believe you bit me, why would you do that, Derek?” Stiles asked Derek. Derek moved himself off of Stiles, he kept his head down and whimpered.

Stiles sighed, he reached over to pet Derek to calm him down but Derek moved away. Stiles didn’t need this right now, he’s the only one Derek trusted and now he was shielding away from him. “Der, I’m sorry. It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong. Come here,” he said while crawling over to Derek. Thankful Derek didn’t move away this time. Stiles puts his arms around Derek’s neck, his chest to Derek’s back. “Der-Bear it’s okay. You know I still love you. That will never change.” Stiles whispered softly before placing a kiss on Derek’s forehead. Derek melted into the touch, he opened his mouth. 

“Sstttiillees,” Derek growled out, Stiles looked at him shocked.

“What?” Stiles asks hopeful.

Derek turned and pointed at Stiles, “Ssttilles.”

Stiles could have squealed, “Yes! I’m Stiles.” Stiles grabbed Derek’s face and peppered kisses all over his face. When Stiles pulled back Derek was giving him a grin even though it looked quite odd due to his fangs being slightly too big for his face. 

“I’m so proud of you big guy. Let's go eat breakfast and then we can keep practicing. What do you say?” Stiles asks as he gets off Derek’s bed. Stiles began walking but then realized he was completely naked, as was Derek. “Oops, Der. Don’t you think we need clothes?” Stiles asked as he was going to Derek’s dresser. Derek grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back against his chest. Derek lets out a grunt as if telling Stiles no. 

“Der, nope. This is the one thing I will not discuss. We have to put clothes on.” Stiles was not going to walk around the loft naked. He knew the pack would likely come over sometime today. Stiles turns around and puts his hands on Derek’s chest, “Let’s put on some clothes, okay? Then we can do whatever you want.” 

Derek reluctantly lets Stiles go, Stiles goes to the dresser and pulls out two pairs of underwear, two pairs of pants, and two shirts. He probably should have them shower but he figured that would be more of a hassle. Stiles hands Derek his clothes and turns towards his own. Derek frowned as he tried to put his clothes on but he accidentally ripped his shirt. He lets out a frustrated grunt, which causes Stiles to turn around. 

“Oh Der, do you need some help? Come here.” Stiles said as he slipped on his boxers. Well, they were actually Derek’s but he was using them at the moment. Derek walks over with his clothes, Stiles helps him with his boxers and then his pants. As Stiles goes to help Derek put his shirt on, Derek grunts and shakes his head no. “You don’t want a shirt?” Derek shakes his head more firmly. Stiles smiles, “Okay no shirt it is.” Stiles is going to take the win, it didn’t matter if Derek didn’t want a shirt, at least he was covered down there. 

Stiles goes back to his clothes and puts on his shirt. He reaches for his pants but Derek stops him. “No.” Derek grunts, and Stiles raises an eyebrow.

“No?” Derek nods his head. “I can’t wear pants?” Stiles asked with a hand on his hip.

“No. Stiles.” Stiles lets out a laugh.

“Really big guy, no pants for me?” Derek looks sheepish but nods his head yes. Stiles shrugs his shoulder and goes with it, Derek’s pants would be way too big on him anyway. His shirt almost went to his knees, so he knew he’d be fine if the pack came over. 

“Come on doofus, we're going downstairs, I’m starving,” Stiles says as he puts away the shirt and pants that they didn’t wear. Derek grabs Stiles’ hands and walks with him. “What are you thinking? Pancakes? Eggs? Bacon? Ooh! I know, let's do omelets. I know you love my famous omelets.” Derek sighs to show that he indeed does love Stiles’ famous omelets. 

Stiles is a clumsy human, everyone knows that. So when Stiles trips on a step, he knows he will end up getting hurt. Derek saves the day by scooping him up in his arms before Stiles goes tumbling down. “My hero!” Stiles exclaims in Derek’s arms, Derek preened as he continued walking down the steps. Once they made it safely to the main level, Stiles expected Derek to put him down, but of course, he didn’t. 

“To the kitchen, my trusty steed.” Stiles hollered before laughing. When the two reached the kitchen, they paused when they noticed Peter sitting at the small kitchen table drinking coffee while reading the newspaper. Derek immediately started growling as he held Stiles closer to his chest. “Ugh, hi Peter. What are you doing here?” Stiles asked.

“Well, I’m simply here because I do what I please,” Peter said as he sipped his coffee.

Stiles rolls his eyes, “What’s the real reason? I know you heard what happened to Derek and you clearly aren’t here to help.” 

Peter smirks, “Ah, yes. I heard what happened to my dear nephew if you must know why I’m here it's because of the coffee.”

Stiles scoffs, “You’re a real piece of work. You know that?” Peter chuckles, and Derek lets out a low growl.

“Oh, hush, Derek. I’ll be out of your hair soon.” Stiles looked up at Derek and saw him roll his eyes; Stiles looked at him fondly. 

“How about we cook Der? Are you hungry?” Stiles asks as Derek sets him down. Derek yips and follows Stiles to the fridge. “So you have tomatoes, peppers, spinach,  mushrooms, bacon, cheese, and eggs. Do you want all of it?” Stiles says as he feels Derek’s hands on his hips. Derek licks Stiles’ neck. “I’m taking that as a yes.” Stiles moves over to the cabinets and finds a pan. He gathers his ingredients and starts cutting up the tomatoes, Derek rests against Stiles' back, his arms around his waist. 

“You know, if normal you saw yourself right now, you would be freaking out,” Stiles says as he finishes with the tomatoes, he moves on to the peppers. “I mean, you’re more touchy now with the pack, but you’ve never snuggled with us like this.” Stiles turns his face to look at Derek. He goes to set the knife down as Derek gives him a fond look, but before Stiles completely faces Derek, he lets out a squeal. He looks down and sees blood. Stiles sliced his finger on accident. He pulls away from Derek and runs to the sink; he needs to see if the cut is too deep. He doesn’t want to have to get stitches, especially with how Derek is. 

“Ow ow ow!” Stiles exclaims as the water washes away the blood. Once the blood disappears, he notices that while there was quite a bit of blood it wasn’t a deep cut. It was long but it’s fine as long as he didn’t need stitches.  “I’m such an idiot, I can’t even use a knife correctly,” Stiles whispers to himself. Derek plastered himself to Stiles’ back whining as if he was the one hurt. Derek carefully pulls Stiles’ finger away from the water and begins licking the cut. “Hey! Cut that out. I need to put a Band-Aid on it. I’m all good, just a bit dramatic,” Stiles says trying to calm Derek down. 

Derek growled as he continued to lick the cut, Stiles let out a sigh of relief, the pain was slowly melting away. Stiles leans up and places a small kiss on Derek’s forehead, “My alpha is always taking care of me.” Derek stops and lets out a grunt before pulling Stiles into his arms and spinning him. “Ahhh, put me down,” Stiles giggled, he wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck. The two slowed down until they were standing chest to chest, looking at each other in the eyes. Derek leans down and puts his forehead against Stiles, Stiles lets out a sigh of relief. 

As the two stand there in their own world, someone grunts to get their attention. Their heads snap back and they look to where they heard the sound. It’s Peter, Stiles groans and rolls his eyes while Derek lets out a low growl. Peter puts his hands up, “I mean no harm but I simply thought I would bring you a bandaid, I can go put it back if you’d like.”

Stiles eyes him warily, “What’s in it for you?”

Peter lets out a chuckle, “I can’t do something nice for someone out of the goodness of my heart?” 

Stiles and Derek give him a dirty look, Peter sighs, “Fine. I would like an omelet.” S

tiles laughed, “Nope, creeperwolf. I’m only making omelets for me and Derek.” Stiles rests his hand on Derek’s chest, Derek lets out a purr.

Peter scoffed, “Really? Only for you and Derek. You have more than enough ingredients.” Stiles shook his head no, could he make Peter an omelet, sure, but did he want to, no. 

Peter rolls his eyes before setting down the band-aid, “Well I think I’ll stay here for as long as I want.” He grabs his newspaper and coffee as he heads towards the living room, he turns around and stares at Stiles as he says, “Just so you know. I heard everything. Absolutely everything.” 

Stiles couldn’t help how his face flushed red, he put his head down and closed his eyes. Derek rubbed his jaw against the top of Stiles’ head to try and soothe him. Stiles chuckles to himself, of course, Derek would try to calm him down. “I’m fine, I promise. Let’s finish making our breakfast, okay?” Stiles asks as he lifts his head up, he places a kiss on both of Derek’s cheeks before heading back to the knife and cutting board. 

Derek made sure to keep his eyes on Stiles and the knife while Stiles cut up the rest of the veggies. “I promise I’m being extra careful,” Stiles says as he finishes. “Here we go. I’ll make yours first and then I’ll do mine.” As Stiles cooks, Derek stays with Stiles, he places his hands on Stiles’ waist but rather than keep them there, he begins to move them up and down. Goosebumps form on Stiles’ skin, he lets out a soft groan. ‘NOT NOW!’ Stiles thinks to himself. He’s almost finished with Derek’s omelet so he finds a good excuse for Derek to step away. 

“Der, how about you get the plates ready, will you do that for me?” Stiles asks urgently, Derek lets out a grunt before letting go. Stiles let out a silent sigh before thinking, ‘Phew. Some time to cool off.’ When Derek finished grabbing the plates, he dished up Derek’s omelet before putting it on a plate. He gets started on his own, Stiles asks Derek if he could get silverware and set the table. After a bit, Stiles was done with his omelet, he turned off the stove before turning to Derek, “Perfect timing!” Stiles smiled at Derek, Derek gave him his fang-filled smile before handing Stiles a plate. Stiles carefully places his omelet on the plate before heading to sit at the table. 

Derek grabbed him before his butt fell on the chair, Derek drags him over to his usual spot and sits down before grabbing Stiles by the hips and placing him on his lap. Derek lets out a soft growl before grabbing his fork and digging into his omelet. It takes Stiles a few minutes to realize what happened. He picks up his fork and starts eating, the two eat in silence, they don’t realize how hungry they truly are. 

Once finished, Stiles looks down at their plates and smiles. He’s glad they both enjoyed everything. Stiles stands as he grabs the plates, heads to the sink, and starts cleaning up everything. Derek walks up behind him and wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist. Derek’s hands travel underneath Stiles’ borrowed shirt; his claws graze over Stiles’ stomach. 

Stiles feels goosebumps pop up on his skin, who knew Derek’s claws on his body felt so sensual? Derek reached a spot on Stiles’ stomach that had dried jizz on it. Stiles nose wrinkled as he felt disgusted. He thought back to what happened earlier and felt himself blush, now that he was thinking about it, he definitely had Derek’s dried cum on his ass. 

Stiles puts the last dirty dish on the drying rack before turning to face Derek. “We definitely need to shower. You think you can go take a shower?” Stiles asked as he rested his hands on Derek’s chest. Derek tilted his head and grabbed Stiles’ wrist, he started dragging him over towards the stairs. “Der, I’m gonna finish cleaning up. You go take a shower, I’ll take one after you,” Stiles said as he stopped walking. 

Derek growled as he tried dragging Stiles. Stiles let out a laugh, “We don’t need to do everything together big guy. You know how to shower.” Derek grumbled before grabbing Stiles and slinging him over his shoulder. Stiles squawked as he grabbed onto Derek’s hips so he didn’t fall. “You know you can’t do this when I tell you to do something by yourself. Right?” Stiles asked as they passed the living room. Peter was sitting on the couch smirking at Stiles, Stiles grumbled and gave him the finger. 

Derek pats Stiles ass as he runs up the stairs, he walks towards his bathroom that’s connected to his room. He turns on the water before pulling down his sweats, how he is doing it, no one knows. Stiles pokes Derek in the back, “Let me down, all the blood is rushing to my head.” Derek didn’t do anything to respond. Stiles sighed before pinching Derek’s ass, Derek grunted as he took off his underwear. Stiles got a perfect image in Derek’s butt, boy was it a sight to see, he couldn’t help but blush at the sight. 

“Der, I don't think showering together is the best idea,” Stiles said once Derek put him down. Stiles puts his hands on his hips, he knows this isn’t a good idea because every time he and Derek are close together, they end up doing things they shouldn’t. Derek huffed before walking over to Stiles, he started lifting his shirt. Stiles grabs the shirt to stop Derek. “I’ll shower after you, go get your furry butt in the shower,” Stiles said stubbornly. 

Derek growls before leaning down to lick at Stiles’ neck. Stiles laughs before patting Derek. “Go ahead, I’ll stay here while you shower.” Stiles thinks he was successful in telling Derek what to do but a second later Derek's fangs bite down on the bitemark he left early. Stiles immediately felt his knees go weak. There was no way he could support his body weight, thankfully Derek being the strong Alpha werewolf he was could easily lift Stiles up. 

Stiles felt like he was drifting away, he rested his head against Derek’s chest as Derek pulled down his boxers and his shirt. Once the two were completely naked, Derek dragged them over to the shower, he checked the temperature before lifting Stiles up and into it. Stiles sighs as he feels the warm water soak his backside. Derek is being careful so Stiles doesn’t get water in his face. 

The two stand under the warmth for a few minutes, Stiles feels like he’s falling asleep, he’s so comfortable. Derek keeps making a purring noise that almost lulls Stiles to sleep. Derek keeps an arm around Stiles as he reaches for the shampoo, he squirts some in Stiles’ hair before he begins scrubbing his head. Stiles tries to get it together but simply can’t, he lets Derek scrub his scalp as he stands there. 

He lets out a happy sigh as he rubs Derek’s chest. Derek stops for a second and looks down at Stiles. He leans down so he is looking Stiles in the eyes, Stiles has a lazy grin on his face. Derek licks over Stiles’ lips gently, he then goes back to massaging the shampoo into Stiles’ scalp. 

Stiles’ face flushes, he tilts his head down so Derek can scrub better but also so Derek can’t see his face. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on Derek’s chest to show how much it means to him that Derek is taking care of him. 

Derek hummed before tilting Stiles’ head back so he could get the shampoo out, he made sure Stiles never once got soap in his eyes. Once it’s fully rinsed, Derek moves on to the conditioner, he gathers some in his hand before later rubbing it into Stiles’ hair. 

As they wait for the conditioner to set in Stiles’ hair, Derek wraps his arms around Stiles and lifts him, he moves to wrap Stiles’ legs around him but Stiles is still so out of it so the best he can do is cross Stiles legs rather than wrap them around his waist. 

Stiles wraps one hand around Derek’s neck before holding out the other hand. He may feel a thousand lightyears away but he could repay Derek for helping him. Derek grabs the shampoo and squirts a dollop of shampoo in Stiles’ hands before setting it down. 

Stiles gently puts his hand on Derek’s head and begins rubbing in the shampoo. It foams up quickly, Stiles works hard to give Derek a massage as good as the one that Derek gave him. Derek seems to be enjoying it because he’s tilted his head down and is letting out a loud purr that reverberates in Stiles’ chest. After Stiles scrubbed Derek’s head enough, he told Derek to move under the water, Derek did as he was told. 

Once the shampoo is rubbed out of Derek’s hair, Stiles asks Derek for the conditioner, he mumbles to Derek, “Since you have taken such great care of me, I wanna do the same.” Derek purrs as he grabs the conditioner. Stiles squirts out conditioner and gently runs it over Derek’s head. Stiles rests his head against Derek’s and smiles, he still feels like he’s drifting away, but he can’t help but enjoy the feeling. 

Derek grabs Stiles’ other hand and puts it around his neck, he grunts as if he’s telling Stiles to hold on. Stiles puts his hands around Derek’s neck and holds on tight. Derek puts body wash on his hands before massaging it into Stiles’ ass, he rubs the globes as he spreads soap everywhere. Stiles gasps as Derek grazes his hole, he’s touched himself there more times than he can count, he’s never been as sensitive to touch as he is now but that could be because it’s Derek touching him. 

Derek growls as he rubs his fingers purposefully over it, over and over again. Stiles lets out a sharp cry, he’s overstimulated. Was it because of earlier when they messed around or was it because Derek bit him again? Maybe it was both, but all he knew was he needed to stop Derek from continuing it further. 

Stiles grabs Derek’s head and grips his hair hard, Derek lets out a low growl. Stiles looks up into his eyes before looking down at his lips. He pulls Derek into a harsh kiss, their teeth clash together but they don’t care. It’s messy and heated but that doesn’t stop either of them. Derek moved his hands back up to Stiles’ ass cheeks, he squeezes him in his hands as he kisses Stiles back forcefully. Stiles lets out a moan as he kisses back with just as much force. 

The two stay there for a few minutes kissing, Stiles pulls away to breathe. He lets out a laugh and puts his head on Derek’s shoulder, he places a soft kiss on him before looking up at Derek. Derek is already staring down at him with a soft smile on his face, his canines are poking out which should make him look scary but to Stiles he looks absolutely breathtaking. 

Once the two settle down, Derek lets Stiles stand and rest against him, they both lather body wash over each other's skin; each savors the intimate moment with one another. Stiles wishes he could stay here forever. Once the two are completely suds up, Stiles pulls Derek over to where the shower head is spraying water. 

Stiles rubs his cheek against Derek's chest as they go under the spray, he loves being able to be this close to Derek. Normal Derek tends to keep his space from everyone, but he’s learning to be more tactile with the pack. If only he would be this soft with Stiles. Typically, he keeps the most space from Stiles, but at least he’s more touchy with the puppies. 

Stiles turns around after he’s washed off the body wash. He closes his eyes as he lets the conditioner run out of his hair, he runs his hands through to make sure it’s all gone. Derek wraps his arm around Stiles and puts his face against his neck. He leaves soft kisses, and Stiles sighs and leans back against him. 

“Almost ready?” Stiles asks as he places his hands over Derek’s. Derek grunts before giving Stiles one last kiss. He unwraps his arms as he quickly runs his hands in his hair to make sure all the conditioner is out. Stiles turns the water off and turns to face Derek, “Wanna go lay down and watch a movie?” Derek gives Stiles the cutest puppy dog eyes, and he laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes!” 

Derek opens the shower door grabs the fluffiest towel Stiles has ever seen from the towel rack and wraps it around Stiles' shoulders, he gently rubs the towel over his body to help dry him off. Stiles laughs, Derek is soaking wet but of course, he’s only worried about Stiles. As soon as Stiles is dry, Derek uses the same towel to dry off. Stiles would think it’s weird but it must be a pack thing. Boyd and Scott have done similar things for Erica and Isaac. 

Derek stalks out of the bathroom butt-naked before walking back in with more clothes. He has one pair of boxers, one shirt, and sweatpants. He grabs the sweatpants and haphazardly puts them on, he goes over to Stiles. “Thanks big guy, what a good Alpha,” he says as he gives him a small peck on the lips. Derek preens at the attention and helps Stiles put on his boxers and shirt. Stile gives Derek a hug before walking to the sink to brush his teeth.

After they do their hygiene routine, the two go back downstairs hand in hand. ‘What a cute tactile puppy,’ Stiles thinks to himself as they go into the living room. Peter is gone, thank god. “Hmm, what should we watch?” he asked as he sat down on the couch, he grabbed the remote and got comfortable. 

Derek grunted but didn’t give an answer, which Stiles figured he wouldn’t. “I saw we watch a scary movie, does that sound good?” Derek leans over and licks Stiles' neck, “Hehe, I’ll take that as a yes.” Stiles turns on the tv and goes to Netflix, he goes to the horror tab and finds The Conjuring, “I vote this, it’s so good and Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga are so good-looking.” 

Derek rubs his cheek against Stiles as if to say that he’s good with this movie. Stiles clicks on the movie and sits back, just as the movie starts, Derek lays back against the arm rest. He pulls Stiles into the V of his legs. “Good thinking, as much as I love the movie I get scared easily,” Stiles whispers as he looks into Derek’s eyes. 

Derek looks down at him lovingly, he leans down and places a kiss on Stiles’ lips. Stiles sighs into the kiss, he wishes he could have this but that will never happen. It’s only because Derek’s wolf is in control, he has no idea what he’s doing. Stiles knows it's wrong, but he can’t help himself, he wants to know what it would be like to have Derek. Stiles knows Derek will hate him when this is all over, but he would do it again if it meant he got to have this for a short period of time. 

The two separate as the title sequence ends, Stiles settles back against Derek’s chest, grabs both of Derek’s hands, and intertwines their fingers. Even though Derek had claws, Stiles was never going to pass up the opportunity to hold Derek’s hands. Stiles watches the screen for a few moments before glancing up at Derek, when he looks up, he sees Derek looking at him already. Derek has this look in his eyes that Stiles can’t quite decipher.

“Don’t you want to watch the movie?” Stiles asks with a pout, this was one of his favorite movies, Derek knew Stiles as a die-hard horror fan. Derek sighed as he leaned down and brushed his nose against Stiles. Stiles’ pout melts from his face. “It’s alright, I know this isn’t the easiest movie to watch. How about I pause this and you and I cuddle? Maybe even take a nap?” 

Derek perks up before letting out a happy grunt, Stiles rolls his eyes playfully. Stiles turns around, his chest is lying against Derek’s. Derek runs his claws up and down Stiles’ back, goosebumps run up and down his arms. “Der, that tickles. We’re supposed to be taking a nap,” Stiles says while laughing softly, Derek huffs before wrapping his arms around Stiles, he gives a tight squeeze as he sighs.

Stiles looks up at Derek and sees his eyes are closed, he leans in and pecks Derek on the lips. Before Derek can react, Stiles leans back down and rests his head on Derek’s chest. Derek’s soothing heartbeat lulls him to sleep.

Stiles wakes up to growling, he feels the sensation reverberate through his body. He blinks the sleep away from his eyes, he lifts his head to look at Derek. Derek is looking at the door, his claws are barely pricking Stiles’ delicate skin. “What’s wrong?” Stiles asks with sleep slowly leaving his voice.

Derek pulled Stiles closer to his body as his growl went deeper and louder. “Baby, there’s no one there. We’re okay,” Stiles says to try and calm Derek down, he rubs his hand up and down Derek’s naked chest. Derek paused for a minute as he looked deeply into Stiles’ eyes, he whines as he rubs his head against Stiles.

Stiles lets out a sigh of relief, he reciprocates Derek’s touch, he’s not sure what caused him to be so upset but he should definitely find out. “Was there someone there?” Stiles asked, Derek grunted, so yes, it was probably an Amazon delivery driver. “What am I going to do with you?” Stiles said to Derek as he rolled his eyes at the Alpha.

“Protect,” Derek grunted while looking down at Stiles. Stiles’ mouth dropped open, and Derek spoke again.

“Big guy, I’m so proud of you. Can you say anything else?” Stiles asks hopeful.

Derek concentrated, he opened his mouth, and said, “Protect Stiles.”

Stiles gave him a gleeful look. “My alpha is so big and strong; he’s such a good protector.”

Derek gave Stiles a look of love, as if Stiles was the only thing in the universe as if he was the universe. The look took Stiles’ breath away; no one had ever looked at him like that, as if he were the most priceless treasure in the world. Stiles couldn’t help himself, he leaned in and kissed Derek.

With fangs, you would think kissing would be difficult, but Derek was gentle and soft, he let Stiles guide the kiss in the beginning. The kiss started off simple, the two relishing in the feeling of each other's lips, but the kiss soon turned into something heated. Stiles swipes his tongue against Derek’s lips, Derek immediately opens his mouth and sticks his tongue into Stiles’ mouth. Stiles gasps as he sits up in Derek’s lap, he wraps his hands around Derek’s neck, giving Derek’s hair a slight tug. Derek couldn’t help the low groan that slipped past his lips, he rested his hands on Stiles' ass and squeezed them, Stiles squeaked as he continued to let Derek devour him.

Their teeth were clashing against one another, neither pulling away for air. It was rough and intense; each was entirely consumed by the other. Derek sucked on Stiles' tongue, eliciting a breathy moan from Stiles. Stiles realized he needed to breathe, especially if he wanted this to continue.

Stiles grabbed Derek’s hair and gave a tug, which caused Derek to pull back, he leaned forward at great speed and sucked on Stiles' bottom lips before biting it between his teeth. Derek didn’t mean to bite hard but he slightly pierced through the skin causing red to well up on Stiles’ lip. Stiles let out a gasp of pain as his eyes shot open, Derek removed his teeth from Stiles' lip and began sucking on it to get rid of the blood and help soothe the pain.

Derek let go before leaning back in to kiss Stiles softly, Stiles no longer feeling the pain, leans back in as well. The two make out without any hurry, they are just happy to be in each other’s presence. Derek pulls away and begins placing soft kisses on Stiles’ cheek, forehead, jaw, and down his neck. Stiles shivers at how soft Derek is kissing him. Derek finishes by placing a simple kiss on the bitemark.

Stiles takes a minute to get his breathing back to normal, he tucks his head into Derek’s neck. He knows if someone were to walk in and see the two, they would know exactly what was going on. Good thing the pack wasn’t here. Stiles looks back up at Derek and gives him another kiss, then another, and another. Stiles felt like giggling with how perfect the moment was.   

The loft door opens as the two are softly making out again, Stiles tries to pull back but Derek places a hand around Stiles’ neck keeping him in place. Stiles tried to keep the kiss PG but Derek nipped Stiles’ lips and shoved his tongue in Stiles’ mouth, he couldn’t help but follow along with Derek. The two don’t stop as people enter the loft. Stiles felt himself getting lost in the feeling, but before the kiss could turn filthier, someone coughed, loudly.

Derek growled but slowly parted, a string of spit connected the two together. Stiles could faintly hear someone gagging. He knew his face was entirely flushed, well, actually his entire body was flushing red. “I thought I asked you to film you and Derek kissing when you guys finally decided to get your heads out of your asses?” Erica said with her hands on her hips, she had a cocky smirk on her face.

“Umm… it’s not what it looks like?” Stiles tried saying, but honestly, no one believed him. He looked quite guilty, considering that everyone could see his puffy lips, the massive bite mark on his neck and that he was sitting in Derek’s lap. Even Scott the giant puppy who didn’t notice anything besides Isaac, scoffed at the pair.

“Yeah, sure. We totally believe you,” Jackson said, Stiles rolled his eyes as Derek growled. Stiles rested his hand on Derek’s chest to calm him down.

“So far we haven’t found anything,” Lydia said as she perched herself on the armrest of the recliner. Stiles sighed, he wasn’t surprised, they didn’t exactly have much to go off of.

“It’s okay. Thankfully we have been doing good,” Stiles said cheerfully, if he was honest, things have kinda been perfect.

“I think you’ve been more than okay,” Erica whispered, as if everyone couldn’t hear it. Stiles groaned and tried to move off of Derek. Clearly, the fact that they're so close isn’t making things better at the moment. When Stiles tried to get up, Derek gripped his hips to hold him in place; Stiles laughed because, of course, Derek wasn’t going to act different just because the pack was here.

“I take back what I said, everything has not been good. This massive oaf thinks he can drag me anywhere whenever he wants. He is the biggest cuddlewolf I’ve ever met,” Stiles said happily as he looked down at Derek. He’s always surprised to see Derek looking at him with such love in his eyes, Derek leans forward and puts his face in the crook of his neck. Stiles runs his hands through his hair to help Derek relax with the entire pack being in his den.

“You guys are sickeningly cute together,” Lydia said while looking down at her freshly manicured nails. Stiles rolled his eyes, obviously, they are cute together, I mean look at Derek.

“I think you guys are cuter than Scott and Isaac,” Erica said loudly.

Stiles burst out laughing, “You think we’re cuter than the cutest couple to ever exist?” Scott grinned while Isaac blushed.

“Thanks, Stiles, but you guys are a great-looking couple,” Scott said as he pulled Issac to his body. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“We aren’t a couple guys. I’m just the only person he wants to be around when he’s like this,” Stiles said as he folded his arms, he heard Derek let out a whimper. He quickly turned around, “Are you okay?” Derek looked at him sadly. “What happened, big guy?” Stiles asked as he put his hands on Derek’s face, he rubbed his thumbs over his cheeks.

“I think it was what you said,” Allison shared as she gave Stiles a worried smile. Stiles gave her a shocked look.

He turns back to Derek and places a kiss on his forehead, “I’m sorry Der, I didn’t mean any of it. I’m so happy you want to hang with me.” Derek sighed and relaxed, he kept himself glued to Stiles' back.

The pack sits down and chills for a while, even though they need to figure out where the witch is they also need to be close to their alpha despite his human side not being present. Derek makes sure they all keep their space from Stiles, Jackson learned that the hard way. He was tired of standing around so he tried to sit down on the couch but apparently it was too close to Derek and Stiles because Derek let out a low growl before snapping his fangs at Jackson. Jackson rolled his eyes but decided to take the floor.

“I’m pretty sure Derek is in love with you,” Erica says as she watches Stiles and Derek.

Stiles scoffs, “Yeah and the grass is purple.”

Erica rolls her eyes, “I know what being in love looks like and Derek looks at you that way.” Derek whines and rubs his cheek against Stiles.

Stiles pats him on the head and says, “I’m okay, I just think your puppies are clueless.” Derek snickers. “See! Even Derek agrees.”

“I don’t know, Stiles. I think he obviously has feelings for you,” Scott says calmly. Stiles turns his head to Scott and raises an eyebrow. “I’m just saying, we all know that his wolf is in love with you. I mean look at you guys right now,” Scott continued.

“If his wolf is in love with you, then so is his human side,” Lydia shared. Everyone looked over at her, so she continued, “His wolf side is intertwined with his human side, if one part of his feels a certain way, then so does the other. They are connected.”

Stiles started panicking, “No he doesn’t. Trust me, I would know if he liked me.” His breathing started picking up, why was everyone saying things that weren’t true? They are just saying things to get him going. Stiles felt his breath quicken; his palms were getting sweaty. Why did he feel like he was going into a panic attack? Before he could work himself up into a panic attack, Derek leaned down and bit the bitemark on Stiles’ neck.

Stiles immediately went limp, the panic attack that was sneaking up on him was gone, and he felt weightless. He let out a sigh and nuzzled up against Derek, Derek let out a happy purr while rubbing Stiles back. The two were in their own world, they didn’t notice that everyone gasped as Stiles went limp. “Holy shit, Derek what did you just do?” Isaac said as he walked over to the pair.

Everything happens quickly, Stiles is shoved beneath Derek, and Derek is snapping at Isaac with his claws and fangs. The pack is running over to pull Isaac back and away from Derek’s claws. He has 4 claw marks going down his torso, it was going to take away to heal due to how deep the claws went and because it was from an alpha.

Once everyone has backed away from Derek and Stiles, they all get their breathing under control. “Oh Derek, what did you do?” Erica asks, looking sad at the pair. Everyone knew what that bitemark meant, Stiles may not, but all the wolves understood what a bitemark like that would mean.

Derek lies on top of Stiles, licking at the bitemark. While it may seem like he was ignoring the pack, they all knew he was ready to attack if they came closer. The group looked at each other before sighing. “I feel like someone should stay with them,” Allison said.

Surprisingly Boyd speaks up, “I don’t think so. Derek was protecting his mate; I don’t think he’ll feel safe with us around Stiles at the moment.”

Derek growls, “Mate. Stiles.” Everyone gasped, they all knew Derek was in love with Stiles but they didn’t know that Stiles was his mate. The Alpha’s mate. Normal Derek would never blatantly say that in front of the pack, they knew something was very wrong.

“Maybe someone can guard outside?” Scott offers, and they all nod their heads.

“I’ll take the first shift,” Jackson said, acting unbothered by the events that just happened.

“We can switch off every 6 hours,” Boyd said. Everyone nodded before grabbing their stuff.

“I’m going to go take care of Isaac. After I’m going to check out the preserve and see if I can find that bitch,” Scott says as he wraps his arms around Isaac’s waist. The wound was bleeding pretty badly, it needed to be cleaned and wrapped.

“I’m fine babe, it doesn’t even hurt,” Isaac whimpers through the pain.

“Nope, it clearly hurts. We’re leaving,” Scott says as he drags Isaac out of the loft. The rest of the gang heads towards the door.

“Bye, Derek and Stiles. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Erica says suggestively as she waves at the two.

After everyone is out, Derek sighs and turns to Stiles. His pupils are blown, his mouth is opened in a small smile, and he keeps letting out quiet little sighs. “Der… Der…Alpha,” Stiles dreamily says. Derek quirks his head and grunts. “My alpha. Love you so much,” Stiles slurs.

“Love. You.” Derek grunts, he has so many things he wants to say but struggles.

Stiles let out a giggle, Derek said he loved him. Tiny, fragile, defenseless Stiles. Derek loves him. “Stiles. Love.” Derek murmured into Stiles’s neck, he kept running his nose up and down, scenting Stiles.

“When you're back to yourself, I want you to tell me that. Deal?” Stiles asks. Derek grunts as he squeezes Stiles' waist. 

The pair lay on the couch until Stiles finally felt like he was back to his usual self. “Der, thank you for helping me with that. I'm not saying it's okay but I appreciate you helping me.”  Derek whined and started petting Stiles' chest as if to tell him how sorry he was. “It's alright big guy, I know you were doing what you thought was best. I also won't lie, it feels like I'm high whenever you do that.” 

Stiles ran his hand through Derek's hair. “I say we make lunch? Does that sound good?” Derek yips before placing a kiss on Stiles' lips. He leaps off the couch and offers his hand to Stiles, who smiles shyly at him before getting up. The couple happily heads towards the kitchen to get started on lunch. 

—4 Days Later —

You're awfully cuddly today, Der. Is everything okay in that head of yours?” Stiles asks while rubbing his hand up and down Derek's chest. They still haven't gotten up for the day, they both enjoyed lying in bed with each other. Derek sighs and nuzzles his cheek on the side of Stiles' head.

“WE FOUND HER!” Scott said as he ran into the loft. Derek started growling as he rushed down the stairs, Stiles closely followed.

“You found her?” Stiles asks as he puts his hand on Derek's back to calm him down. Scott nods as Boyd and Jackson walk the witch in, they have her bound by ropes around her wrist. 

“Oh yes, these dumb puppies finally found me. At a bookstore, if I cared about hiding from you do you think I would have been in a public place?” the witch says. Everyone rolls their eyes, if Stiles could go up and punch her in the face without any repercussions, he would.  

“Can you help him? He doesn't deserve this,” Stiles says as he peeks from behind Derek's back.

“Doesn't deserve this? That mutt attacked me!” the witch viciously yelled.

Stiles scoffs, “You entered his territory unwarranted. He was just coming to see what you're doing here.” 

The witch gave Stiles a hard look. “...I didn't know I had to do that. I was told no one had claims on this territory anymore. I had no idea it was back to being Hale territory,” the witch said as she put her head down, ashamed. 

"You're kidding me. You did all of this because you didn't check your facts?” Erica groaned.

The witch huffed at Erica. “It's not my fault. I'll leave and not help you,” she said darkly.

“There's no way you're leaving, especially without helping fix our Alpha,” Lydia said. 

“Ugh, fine. In my pocket, you'll find a vial. It's an antidote that will fix this dumb puppy,” the witch grunted. Everyone looked at her wearily, “What? It will fix him. I just want to leave and go back to my coven.” Jackson puts his hand into her pocket and retrieves a small multi-chromed vial. 

Stiles gathers his belongings as Jackson hands Derek the vial, he needed to get out of here before Derek returns to normal and hates him for everything that happened. He can't help the tears that fill his eyes, the five days have been some of the best days of his life. They would have been perfect if only normal Derek was the one to do the things feral Derek did. 

Once Stiles has calmed himself down, he looks around Derek's bedroom and bathroom to make sure he has all of his things. He runs back downstairs to see the pack standing around Derek who is frowning down at the vial. He's holding the vial but not drinking it like he needs to. 

“Derek, you need to drink that,” Scott says kindly. Derek grunts at him.

“You'll feel a lot better once you do,” Isaac tells Derek. Derek turns him and glares, Stiles sighs and walks up to Derek. He rubs his hand down his back and squeezes his shoulder.

“Come on, Der. You need to drink this. We'll all be here when everything goes back to normal.” Derek's shoulders relax after Stiles squeezes them, he opens to bottle and downs the contents. 

Stiles stands up and starts heading towards the door. “Where are you going?” Scott asked with worry written all over his face.

“Umm…I've spent so much time here. I should probably get out of Derek's hair. Also, I haven’t seen my dad so I should go spend some time with him,” Stiles mumbles as he quickens his pace. He can't afford to look at any of them in the eyes or they'll see the tears falling down his face. 

Derek stares at Stiles and starts growling. He moves to get up but Stiles stops him, “Please Derek, if you care about me you'll let me leave.” Derek immediately stops but starts whining loudly. Stiles tries to calm his breathing, the second he's out of earshot, he'll let out all of his tears and sadness. 

He yanks open the door, as he leaves he hears the witch call out to him. “Run away little mate, I'm sure your alpha is going to love that,” the witch yells while cackling. Stiles' shoulders drop and he lets out a little hiccup, he is almost there, and then he can cry. He straightens before shutting the door and running down to his jeep. He was surprised to see that he didn't call down the many stairs, he could barely see anything with the amount of tears in his eyes. 

Stiles stops as he opens his door, he looks up to the loft when he hears the loud mournful howl. He knows it's Derek, he wishes he could go back upstairs and comfort him but it's not what normal Derek would want. He jumps into his jeep and takes off, as he drives further and further away his howl gets louder. 

-Inside the loft- 

“Derek. It's okay, Stiles will be back. He just needs to spend some time with his dad,” Scott says calmly. Derek growls at Scott before howling loudly. “Please calm down,” Scott says as he covers his ears. Derek ignores Scott and begins howling louder, this time everyone is forced to cover their ears. 

Derek starts walking towards the loft doors, and everyone sighs. “You can't leave right now, Derek. Please, let's just think about this for a moment,” Erica said as she started walking towards him. He continued to ignore everyone as he got closer to the door. If Stiles was leaving, then so was he. He can't possibly be away from his mate. 

The gang all looked at each other before Scott, Isaac, Boyd, and Jackson cornered Derek. “We're not letting you leave. Stiles will be back,” Allison said while standing back with Lydia. Everyone knew they couldn't let a feral alpha werewolf leave the loft. 

Derek snarled and raised his claws at the guys. The boys all looked at each other before nodding. Jackson and Isaac ran to Derek's side and grabbed an arm, Derek thrashed trying to remove them from him. Scott ran towards Derek's head on and pushed Derek back, they needed him focused on anything else besides leaving.

Derek opened his mouth and leaned in to bite Scott but before he could Boyd had stabbed Derek in the neck with a tranquilizer dart.  The guys released Derek as he staggard before collapsing on the floor. 

When Stiles pulled up to his house, he saw his dad's police cruiser was gone. Part of him was relieved, he really wanted to be alone right now. He doesn't think he could possibly handle his dad interrogating him at the moment. 

Stiles slowly walks upstairs and throws his stuff on the floor as he jumps into his bed. He wraps blankets around him and cocoons himself. He can live here for a few years, at least until everything blows over with Derek. Quiet sobs wrack over his body, he's finally able to let everything out.  

At some point he passes out into a restless sleep. When he wakes up he feels like he's been hit by a truck. He looks at his phone and can see that his eyes are swollen, he did cry himself to sleep so it makes sense. When he turns his phone on he sees numerous missed calls and texts. 

He decided to go through his text messages first, Isaac said, “Where the hell are you?”

Scott messaged, “Please come back. Derek is freaking out. He needs you.” He could ignore Isaac and Scott but then he saw a message from Boyd, which meant trouble since he never texts.

It says, “He really needs you. Please, we can't help him the way you can.” Stiles felt tears well up in his eyes. 

Should he go back and check on Derek to see if everything worked out, yes, but at this moment in time he could fathom the thought of seeing Derek. He definitely hates Stiles now, especially after everything that went down. He left everyone on read, and when he looked at his calls he saw that everyone called him, even Derek. He noticed that Derek left a voicemail but he couldn't push himself to read it so he left it. 

Days go by and Stiles ignores the pack and lets himself wallow in his feelings. He feels like such an idiot for being the one to care for Derek. Not once did Derek ever act like he liked Stiles so why was he drawn to him? Stiles' dad came to check on him every once in a while, he never asked Stiles what was wrong because he knew his son better than people thought. When Stiles doesn't want to share, it's best to leave him alone to figure out his feelings. 

After ignoring everyone's text and calls, he woke up to someone opening his window. “Get your ass up Stilinski,” Erica demands. Stiles opened his eyes which was hard since his eyes were still swollen. Yes, he cried himself to sleep again but his feelings were valid, he had the man of his dreams but he knew it didn't mean anything to said man. Derek must hate him so much. 

“What do you want?” Stiles asked as he tried to carefully wipe the sleep out of his eyes but found it difficult since his eyes were raw.

“What do I want? Oh, I'll tell you what I want. I want my Alpha to stop moping and forcing us to train at all hours of the day, he even has us training at night. I literally don't know the last time I got a full 8 hours of sleep because he was forcing us to train. And finally, I want my best friend back, you've ignored all of us for way too long,” Erica exclaims as she sits down on his bed with her head in her hands. 

Stiles stares at her shocked. He didn't know what to think, he felt bad that he ignored everyone, especially Erica. They got really close after one night when Erica explained how scary it had been dealing with epilepsy. She hadn't opened up to someone in the pack for a long while, always hiding behind her sexy outfit and attitude. 

Stiles sat up and gave her a hug, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shut you guys out. It wasn't fair to you.” Erica hugged him back, he let her calm herself before pulling back. They smiled at each other before Stiles started talking, “I'm not sure I want to go back to the loft. I feel like I fucked up so bad. Derek must hate me.”

Erica rolled her eyes, “You didn't do anything wrong besides leave when he needed you. I know you heard him.” 

Stiles sighed, “Yeah but once he was back to normal he was going to freak out. Especially since we… may have done some stuff.” Erica squealed, she's known about his crush on Derek since basically the beginning. “Stop! He's going to hate me, but maybe he won't remember. I don't know anymore. I guess I'm just scared,” Stiles tells her. 

“First can I just say how proud of you for getting into Derek's pants. And second, I'm pretty sure he remembers everything, otherwise, he wouldn't be moping and forcing us to train all day,” she says with a smirk on her face.

Stiles groaned, “Great. Now I can never show my face to him again. He hates me. We messed around when he clearly wasn't thinking straight and I ruined our friendship.” 

Erica looks like she wants to punch him in the face, “You idiot, did you not listen to anything I said? He's sad because you never came back to the loft. He likes you and you just left him, in a feral state might I add. I think you broke his heart when you left right after he took the antidote.” 

Stiles feels his jaw drop, “There's no way he likes me.”

Erica slapped him upside the head, “That's all you took from what I just said. You really are hopeless.”

Stiles gave her a dirty look and shoved her. “Shut up. I'm doing the best I can. I'm sure you can tell but I've been spending my time moping as well.” 

“Yeah, I can see that you have clearly been crying. Your eyebags are out of this world,” she said while laughing. Stiles wanted to punch her but he knew it would only hurt him more than it hurt her. Erica stands up, “Get ready, we're going to Derek's. Maybe get some concealer for your eyes as well.” 

“Oh bite me, Reyes,” Stiles says as he gets out of bed.

“You should also take a shower. You stink, all I smell is your angst.” Stiles doesn't respond, just gets up and heads to the bathroom. When he looks in the mirror, he notices how bad he looks, his eyes look sunken in yet puffy. “You better be getting ready and not just standing there!” Erica yells. 

Stiles jumps and then decides it is better to get ready. He takes his time because fuck Erica. When he finally gets out of the bathroom Erica gives him one look and shakes her head no. “You're not wearing that. You need something hot and sexy. Something to show Derek that you want him.” 

“Well, what do you suggest?” Stiles asks, he doesn't think his outfit was bad, it was his usual baggy jeans, graphic tee, and flannel. Erica stands up and goes to his closet, she pulls out the only pair of jeans that actually fit him and a red henley. It was an outfit Lydia made him buy but he never wore it.

“Put it on and let's go,” Erica said. Stiles grabbed the clothes and put them on. 

When the two get to the loft Erica turns to Stiles. “This is where I leave you. Please for the love of God tell him that you want him to fuck you. I can’t keep training every day.” Stiles blushed at Erica's statement.

“Oh my God, get out of my Jeep you heathen.”

Erica cackles as she runs out of the car. Stiles lets himself sit in his Jeep for a few minutes, when he gets the nerve to get out of the Jeep Derek is standing waiting. Stiles lets out what he thinks is a manly scream but probably isn't with the way Derek winces. 

“Come on,” Derek says as he starts walking back towards the loft. Stiles finally gets his breathing under control, he hops out of the car and runs to catch up with Derek. The two remain silent as they walk into the loft. Derek goes to sit down on the couch and looks at Stiles. 

“Oh…um… hi. How are you now that you're you again? It's been a while, hasn't it?” Stiles asks as he rubs his hands on his pants. He's not entirely sure what to say, he knew it was going to be awkward but he didn't expect it to be this bad. 

“I'm… fine.” 

“That's great to hear. I know not being in control is a big thing for you.” 

“Yep.” 

“Well, I came to see how you were but I guess you're okay, so I guess I'll just go,” Stiles said while getting up. 

“Why did you help me? Why did you do everything you did?” Derek asks before Stiles can leave. Stiles turned around and gave Derek a hard look.

“Why wouldn't I help you?” Derek rolls his eyes.

“I'm serious, why would you do what you did for me? You don't even like me.” Stiles gave Derek a confused look. 

“I do like you. Why would you think I don't?” Stiles asked, when has he ever done anything to show Derek he didn't like him. He has had the biggest crush on him since forever, he always felt like he was quite obvious with his feelings toward Derek. 

“You always talk to everyone at pack events but only say like two words to me. Every time I try to walk up to you, you freak out and run away. It’s like you can't stand the thought of me. Why wouldn't I think that?” Stiles frowned, he might do that but whenever he talks to Derek he gets overly excited and fucks up everything, he can't even make out a clear sentence with him around and he runs away because he knows that if he doesn't then he’ll likely do or say something that makes him look like an idiot. 

“Oh, you're right, I do that BUT it's not because I don't like you. It's because I always make a fool out of myself in front of you. Sure I can speak with you in front of everyone else but when it's just us, I guess I get so nervous. I panic and I know it looks bad but I swear it’s not because I dislike you…it's because I really like you,” Stiles says as he stares at the ground. He can't believe he just outed himself like that. 

Stiles looks up and notices Derek is standing directly in front of him. He lets out a small gasp and takes a step back. Derek carefully places a hand on Stiles' cheek. “You like me?” Derek asks with a gruff voice. Stiles sighs and closes his eyes, it feels heavenly to have Derek touching him again. He doesn't remember when he became so dependent on Derek's touch.

“Yeah… a lot. I-I have for a while,” he says as he stares up at Derek. Derek offers him a soft smile before letting out a soft chuckle.

“How can you be so observant about everything but not with the feelings I have for you?” Derek asked while rubbing his thumb against Stiles' lip. Stiles' eyes widened before giving Derek a massive smile, he could feel his face flush.  “I can't believe you couldn’t tell. I've been obsessed with you since I was 16,” Stiles said as he leaned up to wrap his around Derek's neck. 

“Obsessed? I like the sound of that,” Derek says gruffly before leaning down and capturing Stiles' lips with his. The kiss starts off gentle and innocent but quickly turns lewd and dirty. Stiles can't help the pitiful moans that slip out of his mouth, he should feel embarrassed that he's losing his mind over a few kisses but Derek makes all thoughts dissipate. 

“Der..” Stiles moaned as he threaded his fingers in Derek's hair. Derek begins leaving hot kisses down Stiles' jaw and neck. He lets out a low groan as he wraps his arms around Stiles' waist and lifts him up, Stiles is quick to wrap his legs around Derek. The pair never stop kissing as Derek moves them to his bedroom upstairs. 

Stiles feels his world tilt as he's thrown on the bed, Derek crawls between his spread thighs, puts his hands on his thighs, and rubs them back and forth, “Baby, please let me breed you. I’ll do anything just let me have you.” Stiles’ mouth hangs open with a shocked look, Derek had tears in his eyes. “I only want you. Let me fuck you for hours on end until the only thing you remember is my name. Please, let me be your first, your one and only.”  

He can feel his face flush, Derek always knew how to speak so suavely. Stiles blinked a few times before nodding. “I’d really like that. I will always let you do what you want to me,” Stiles said as if he was telling Derek a secret. Derek’s face lit up in happiness as he leaned in to kiss Stiles softly. 

Derek carefully took each item of clothing slowly off of Stiles, he felt like he was going to explode, it was torture with how long Derek was taking. When Stiles thought about sex with Derek he always pictured it hard and fast but it didn't look like it was going to be that way. Derek was looking at him like he was an angelic being. 

Stiles looked away, he felt his body flush at the way Derek stared at his naked body. Derek gently took Stiles' face in his hands, “Baby, eyes on me. Let me get a good look at you.” Stiles wanted to cover himself but Derek grabbed his wrist and held them above Stiles' head. “Don't make me tie you up, I'm gonna look at all of you for as long as I want.” 

Stiles felt his dick twitch at that. He knew something was wrong with him since he got more turned on by Derek staring at his naked body while he was fully clothed. Derek noticed his interest because he gave Stiles a predatory smirk. 

“You like me looking at you baby?” 

Stiles nodded, “Yeah, I just wish you would do something though. I don't want to wait much longer.” Derek chuckled as he peeled off his clothes, he no longer wanted to drag this out.

“I can’t have my baby waiting, now can I?” Derek asked, now fully naked. Stiles couldn't help how his eyes dragged all over Derek's body. He would never get used to the beauty of this man. 

Stiles reached up to gently brush his hands over Derek's stomach and chest, the muscles flexed beneath Stiles' touch, he looked up at Derek and smiled. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Split me open and sew me back together again. I want you, no I need you,” Stiles whispered. 

Derek let out a thunderous growl and started kissing down Stiles' body. When he got to Stiles' cute little cock, he placed tiny kisses before sucking the tip in his mouth. Stiles let out a wanton moan, Derek continued placing kisses and sucking on the tip until Stiles started to feel himself tip over the edge. 

He ran his hands in Derek's hair and pulled when Derek licked the underside of his cock. Stiles whined at the loss of Derek sucking his dick but quickly stopped when Derek started placing kisses and bite marks on the inside of his thighs. He felt them quivering due to the pleasure he was feeling. 

As Stiles got lost in the feeling, he felt himself tip over the edge when Derek licked his hole. Jizz sprayed his chest and chin; he let out the sluttiest moan he's ever heard. Derek stopped and looked up at Stiles with pure delight, “You like that baby?” Stiles nodded, he felt like he couldn't come down from the high. He kept letting out breathy little moans as his body twitched. 

“I'm not done with you, I'm gonna stretch you open with my tongue then my fingers and after that, I'll finally breed you full of my cum until it's leaking out of your hole,” Derek said as he went back to eating Stiles out. Stiles' eyes rolled to the back of his head, he gripped Derek's hair tightly, he did it to feel grounded, with the amount of pleasure going through his body, he wasn't sure it was real. 

“F-f-fuuucckk, right there, right there,” Stiles moaned as Derek began fingering him as well as tongue fucking him. Even though he's a virgin, he knows Derek is the best he's ever had, no one will ever be capable of giving him as much pleasure as Derek. 

Derek pulls his four fingers out of Stiles, he leans up so he can kiss Stiles on the lips. The two make out, each running their hands over the other's body. “Fuck me, please. Please, please. I'm begging you,” Stiles whimpers as his body feels constant euphoria. 

“I want to breed you, knock you up,” Derek groaned in Stiles’ ear as he ground his cock against Stiles. If Stiles was thinking clearly he would have something but there were no coherent thoughts since he felt like he was on cloud nine. Derek was so close yet so far away, he needed him inside him NOW, why was he constantly teasing him? 

“You are my most prized possession, I am nothing without you. You are my moon and stars, without you life loses all meaning.” Derek whispers in Stiles’ ear as he guides his dick to Stiles' hole and thrusts inside of him. Stiles whimpers as tears fill his eyes, he couldn't help it but his body was in sensory overload, from the way Derek felt inside and the diabolical words coming out of his mouth.  Derek continues thrusting while grunting, “My love, my universe, my mate.” Stiles hiccups while tears slide down his face. 

Derek abruptly stops, and Stiles starts clawing at Derek’s arms, “Please. Don’t stop. I’ll be good, I promise, please, I'll be good, keep going.” Derek huffs before leaning down to kiss where his tears have fallen on his face. “Shhh, it’s okay my love. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Stiles rapidly nodded his head. “I’m okay, alpha, please, please, please continue,” he said while trying to thrust up and down on Derek’s cock. 

Derek chuckled before smoothing his hands over Stiles’ chest and stomach. He rubbed Stiles’ nipples between his thumb and finger before leaning down to give Stiles a hard kiss. “Anything for you baby,” he said before he proceeded to pound Stiles’ ass. The sturdy wooden headboard slams against the wall. If Stiles wasn’t being dicked down so good he would have noticed the lamps falling off the nightstands that stand on each side of the bed. 

But all Stiles cared about was how good Derek was fucking him, he knew how to hit all of Stiles’ sensitive spots. He swore he could see stars every time Derek rubbed against that special spot. “You’d let me fuck you forever, let me constantly breed you,” Derek grunted in Stiles’ ears.

Stiles let out the lewdest moan, he nodded his head, “Forever, please fuck me for forever. I’ll let you do whatever you to me as long as you keep fucking me so good.” Derek smirked as he picked up the pace. 

Stiles looked down at Derek thrusting inside. He could see his stomach bulging from how hard Derek was thrusting into him. “Ffuucckk. Look Der, see what you’re doing to me,” Stiles moaned as he guided Derek’s face down to his stomach. Derek saw his dick causing Stiles’ stomach to bulge, he let out a roar at the sight.

“I'm gonna get you pregnant, keep you bred and full of my cum.” Stiles let out a loud moan before coming untouched, without faltering Derek kept fucking him through it. Stiles felt like his orgasm never stopped, he fell over the edge over and over again. Derek never stopped as Stiles continued begging him to continue, he asked for more and more. 

“You’ve ruined me for everyone else. No one will ever be able to make me feel as good as you do,” Stiles whimpered as tears continued to fall down his face.

Derek flashed Stiles his alpha eyes and roared, “There will NEVER be ANYONE else, you’re mine .” Stiles’ eyes rolled to the back of his head, who knew he had a thing for possessiveness? He should have known better considering how hot and bothered he would get when Derek used to shove him up against walls and doors.

Stiles moaned a mantra of, “Yours, yours, yours, only want you, it’s always been you,” over and over again.

“God, Stiles, you gotta stop or I’m gonna cum right now,” Derek groaned. Stiles either ignored him due to pleasure or did so on purpose because he started letting out little “ ah ah ahs,” and clawing Derek's back. Derek knew he wasn't going to last long, his knot began to swell making it harder to pull completely out. 

On Derek’s final thrust, he leans down and bites Stiles’ neck hard; the bed frame cracks due to the force. Stiles feels like he’s in heaven, Derek is filling him so well, knot finally locked inside him for God knows how long. Oh isn't that something,  Stiles cums for the final time at the thought and feeling of Derek being locked inside him. He shot cum on his and Derek's chest. Stiles thinks he’s ascended to the heavens but in reality, he blacked out for a few seconds. When he came back to himself he was sitting in Derek’s lap. Derek was placing small kisses on his shoulders as he rubbed Stiles' thighs soothingly. 

Stiles could feel himself letting out quiet little hums at how gently Derek was treating him. He was confused at the position but remembered Derek knotted him, this is definitely a comfier position compared to Derek laying on top of him, not that he would mind Derek’s full body weight covering him like a blanket. 

Stiles looked at the bed frame and nightstands. “You’re gonna have to buy a new bed frame,” Stiles said with a giggle. His body shook from his laugh.

Derek grabbed Stiles’ hips while huskily saying, “Baby don’t move unless you want to stay like this for a while.” Stiles flushed as he stopped moving. He came so many times, he didn’t know if he had it in him to cum again so soon. He is willing to try though, with Derek he was willing to try anything. 

The two basked in each other's company, relishing the fact that they get to do this for the rest of their lives. They chat about this and that but often find themselves not finishing their sentences because they would rather kiss and caress one another. Stiles could help but let out little whimpers whenever he could feel Derek pumping wave after wave of cum. The knot pushed right on his prostate, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.

After a while Derek was able to pull out, he kissed Stiles softly before gently placing Stiles onto the bed. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, when he comes back he has a wet washcloth, and he gently wipes Stiles' chest and hole delicately. After he's done he places a kiss on Stiles' lips and throws the rag into his laundry basket. 

“Now that I'm your mate, what does it mean? Is it just soulmates?” Stiles asked as he curled up to Derek, basking in the warmth his body provided.

“Kind of, it's just more. We are destined for each other. There will never be anyone else besides you. Our bond lets us feel how the other feels, and find each other when we are away from one another, it can also heighten your senses like smell and sight. Your senses won't be as strong as mine but our bond makes you stronger, it makes you more than human. You’re not a werewolf but you also aren't completely human anymore,” Derek explained. Stiles smiled, he couldn't believe they were destined to be together. He didn't really care about the other things even though they were absolutely sick features of being mates, he only cared that Derek wanted him. 

“Is there anything else? I'm not entirely knowledgeable about werewolf mates.” Stiles may have a knack for research but he hasn't been able to get his hands on a lot of stuff about mates. 

“Oh, umm well actually when you mate with an Alpha your body will change for me.” Derek shares while looking away.

Stiles raises his eyebrows, “What type of changes?” Derek coughs as a blush appears on his cheeks.

“...you can produce my…offspring,” Derek whispers as sits up and turns his back towards Stiles. 

Stiles reaches out and grabs Derek’s shoulder. “Say that again.”

Derek turns around and looks Stiles in the eyes, “... you can produce my offspring.” Stiles’ mouth opened while giving Derek an astonished look.

“Umm… so…youcangetmepregnant?” Stiles rushed out. Derek nodded his head. “I thought you were just saying that as a sex thing?” Stiles said incredulously. Derek shook his head no while staring at his lap.

“Okay, this is okay. It’s fine, not a big deal.” Stiles said after a few minutes.

Derek looked up with a raised eyebrow, “Are you sure?” Stiles looked at him with a smile on his face as he leaned in and pecked Derek's lips.

“Uh-huh, I actually find that kinda hot. My body will change for you which means that no one will ever be as good as me.” Both of Derek’s eyebrows shot up while he let out a growl. 

“Baby, no one will ever be as good as you even if your body didn’t change.” Stiles moaned at Derek’s words before kissing him again.

Stiles leaned and whispered in Derek’s ear, “I want you to get me pregnant, want you to stuff me to the brim over and over again and never stop.” Derek smirked before tackling Stiles onto the bed.

“Why don’t we try right now?”

Stiles let out a squeak that turned into a moan. They didn’t leave Derek’s broken bed for days. 

Fin.