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Season One: Info
AN:
I don't know how long this fic will be, mainly just rewriting some seasons; tell me if you want more seasons. Anyway, here is the cast SPOILER:
I
have plenty of Endgame Sterek fics, but this is Endgame Peter. though as always in my fics, Stiles is a huge slut----Stiles Stilinski:
19, Dylan O'Brien, Intersex Omega Human, 5 ft 6Peter Hale:
30, Ian Bohen, Alpha Werewolf,
7 ft 1/7 ft 11Derek Hale:
26, Tyler Hoechlin, Beta Werewolf, 7 ft 2Scott McCall:
18, Tyler Posey, Beta Werewolf, 7 ft 9Allison Argent:
19,
Crystal Reed, Human, 5 ft 11Lydia Martin:
18, Holland Roden, Human, 5 ft 6Jackson Whittemore:
18, Colton Haynes, Human, 6 ft 3Isaac Lahey:
18, Daniel Sharman, Human, 6 ft 1Erika Reyes:
18, Gage Golightly, Human, 5 ft 9Vernon Boyd:
19, Sinqua Walls, Human, 6 ft 7Cora Hale:
18, Adelaide Kane, Beta Werewolf, 6 ft 9Malia Tate:
19, Malia Hennig, Beta Werecoyote, 6 ft 3Matt Daehler:
18, Stephan Lunsford, Human, 5 ft 10Noah Stilinski:
45, Linden Ashby, Human, 5 ft 11Melissa McCall:
43, Melissa Ponzio, Human, 5 ft 4Chris Argent:
46, JR Bourne, Human, 6 ft 4Victoria Argent:
45, Eaddy Mays, Human, 5 ft 10Kate Argent:
35, Jill Wagner, Human, 5 ft 11--------
(new characters, canon or OC, will be at the beginning of each chapter)
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AN:
Takes place before S01 EP01
July 31st, 2010
1:10 AM
North Beacon Forest, Beacon Hills, Oregon
Stiles hated his birthday... it was only a cruel reminder that the world had taken his mother away from him. 10 years ago, when Stiles was nine, his mother passed away from frontotemporal dementia. The worst thing about his mother's death anniversary being on the day of his birth is people forgetting both his birthday and his mother's death.
"Some best friend you are..." Stiles looked at his phone to see if Scott was coming. It had been over five hours since Stiles told Scott to meet him. He took a swig of his father's old whiskey, tossing some into the fire to flare it up a little. "And to think I was going to give him some you," Stiles pulled the baggie of weed he got from the dealer downtown.
Stiles suffered debilitating anxiety and chronic back pain; he had been on meds pretty much all of his life until he turned 18. when he got his medical marijuana card. This past week leading up to this day caused him such stress he blew through 2 ounces. Stiles has the luxury of sneaking into his father's office to check out all the current drug dealers they are looking at.
Stiles finished off what little was left of his prescription, sitting here waiting for Scott, but he managed to get another ounce, threatening to bust the dealer since he knew he was a Stilinksi. Stiles had never run out of his prescription before, and he didn't have an addiction problem. He didn't know how to deal with his rambling thoughts and chronic pain without it.
He knew it was most likely a bad idea to buy from a dealer, but he couldn't wait to see how he would fair without it for another three weeks. He rolled himself up a blunt and got his usual Indica strains. As he took his first hit, he immediately started to couch... which should have been a warning for him not to smoke this.
Stiles was able to keep himself from checking, but this stain must not have been Northern Lights. As if the comedic timing was real, he started getting a call from his father. "What..." Stiles huffed as he answered the phone, crossing his arms.
"Baby boy, I am sorry," Noah said, returning to the house from his shift at work and seeing the dinner Stiles had cooked. Every year, for his birthday, his mother would make him his favorite Polish meal and his cake of choice, chocolate Bavarian.
"No, you're not. If you were sorry, you would care about me," Stiles huffed. You always forget my birthday and Mommy's death day."
"Sweetie, I care about you more than you will ever know-"
"Bull Shit," Stiles snapped, hanging up the phone and throwing it in the fire. Later, he would regret doing this, but he was just so upset.
Stiles was crying so hard he couldn't breathe. He knew his father would probably call Scott and ask where he was. They would then come to this spot he would always come to, which was only a couple hundred feet from the house. Stiles kicked some dirt into the fire to put it out.
It was rare for Stiles to get in a combative mood like this, but he was hurt and devastated. When the fire was safely put out, he started to storm off. It was a full moon today, so he could see around him well. He also had good intuition. He felt eyes on him, looked to the side, and jumped when he saw a man.
"Hello?" Stiles asked softly. Seeing the Man looking at the fire a bit scared, Stiles assumed he was afraid of it because he had very prominent burn scars on his face and body. "Um... I made sure it was out," Stiles said.
"You... shouldn't-" The Man said, walking slowly toward Stiles, instinctively making him step back. "You shouldn't-" He said through gritted teeth. It looked like he was in pain while talking. Stiles noticed he was wearing some of the clothes given to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital patients. "Smoke,"
"Um..." Stiles blushed as the Man was in front of him now.
Half his face burned, and he couldn't grow hair on that side. The other side of his face was young, in his late twenties or early thirties. Brown hair was wafted the unburned side of his face. His teeth were clenched, and he looked confused. He was over a foot and a half taller than Stiles.
"I have chronic pain and anxiety, so it is prescribed to me," Stiles said, not making eye contact with them. It was both intense yet distant at the same time. "Are you lost? Do you want me to help you back to where you belong?" Stiles asked softly.
"N-No..." The Man pressed at his temples, beginning to breathe hard, looking up at the moon. "Laced... not safe," he said.
"Laced..." Stiles asked, confused, before the Man pointed at the blunt.
"Laced... no good,"
"Um... are you telling me that this is laced with something?" Stiles asked, and the Man nodded, looking like he was about to curl up and fall to the floor in pain. "Don't... Don't smoke it..."
"How do you know it is laced?"
"I can smell it," the Man said, and Stiles brought it up to his nose so he could smell it better. "No... I mean, I can smell it."
"I don't smell anything. It smells the same," Stiles said. He knew the Man was in some psychosis and that he needed to make sure that he got back to the hospital safely.
"No... I can smell it," the Man said before grimacing, shielding his face from the full moon. It's just like I smelled you from a couple of miles away," the Man said, and Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"Are you okay, man?" Stiles asked, touching the Man on the shoulder. He then snapped a look up at him. His eyes were glowing gold. "Um..." Stiles gulped, taking a step back, not sure if this was real or some strange hallucination from his body, not agreeing with the weed.
"Don't be afraid of me..." he said as Stiles backed away. He could hear Stiles' heart beating like crazy. "I said, don't be afraid," he said through gritted teeth.
"O-okay," Stiles said, terrified. Hair was growing out of the side of the Man's face that wasn't burned, and his browbone was mutating downward into his nose, turning into a snout.
"I won't hurt you," the Man said before Stiles turned on his heels and looked toward his house. Like a grizzly bear, this was the wrong movie, the Man snarled, leaping toward him.
"No! Please!" Stiles screamed at the top of his lungs as the Man tackled him. His body froze, but he couldn't stop himself from crying.
"I said I wouldn't hurt you," the Man snarled, but his voice was distorted. He punched his hand down in the grass. Stiles flinched, gasping as he saw the paw—it was giant and as big as his head.
Stiles felt steaming hot breath hitting the back of his head. Wet drool fell onto the back of his neck. "T-This isn't real, this isn't real," Stiles cried, crinkling his eyes together as if he would be back in his room sade when he opened his eyes. However, that wasn't the case as he felt an inhumanly sized mouth clamp slightly around his neck, daggerlike teeth teased tearing violently into his soft skin.
As if that wasn't scary enough, Stiles felt a paw pressing at his ass before slipping under the back of his shirt. He felt the snout of the wolfman pressing in between his legs, investigating the boy's unique genitals. It must have been the Man hearing Stiles sobs, smelling the rancid scent of urine, or the footsteps running their way, but he snapped out of it.
"Get off of me!" Stiles sobbed before the wolfman pressed him down into the grass. Stiles felt the weight lifting off of him. "You said you wouldn't hurt me!" Stiles screamed. He felt human hands grabbing at his wrists.
"Stiles!" Noah grabbed his son. Stiles widened his eyes and looked up. "Shit, you're trembling. What happened? I heard you screaming," Noah was out of breath. He smelled weed, confused as he knew Stiles was low. "Son..." Noah said through clenched teeth as he saw the top of the baggie in Stiles's pocket, grabbing it and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Where the fuck did you get this boy," Noah snapped as he knew this wasn't his prescription since those came in a pill bottle.
"M-Monster," Stiles gasped for breath. He was sobbing so hard, "T-there was this man who had glowing eyes-" Stiles went on to tell his father what was happening. Noah thought it was just a bad reaction to the weed, as he had bad experiences back in his high school days.
"Yeah-yeah..." Noah muttered as he thought he saw werewolves when he was manic back in his day, "Shit... let's get you cleaned and sobered up... you're grounded," Noah muttered.Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).
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AN:
T akes place after S01 EP04
December 12th, 2010
10:39 PM
Stilinski House, Beacon Hills, Oregon
As the blue jeep pulled to a stop in the driveway, Stiles sighed and rested his head on the rest of the seat. Today, he had been so stressful for him. Not only did he have to babysit a dying Derek Hale all day, but Scott and Derek snapped and yelled at him all day.
He locked his beloved Roscoe after he got a grip. He was thinking heavily about almost cutting off Derek's arm. He walked into the kitchen and rolled himself a very deserved blunt, going to his father's bathroom to take a bath with Epsom salt and bubbles.
Stiles usually wore overshirts or baggy clothes in town but didn't wear anything close to anything at home. He stripped his shirt off first and audibly moaned as he unzipped the side of his binder. It was one of his most hated articles of clothing, as it constricted him a lot since it was a bit small for him.
As he was soaking, he remembered the summer, about the man in the woods... could it have been the Alpha? He was convicted of thinking that this was a bad manic episode by his father. After he sobered up a bit, they got a drug test from the store and found out the weed Stiles got from the downtown dealer was laced with PCP and Fentynal.
Noah said it was most likely given to Stiles to provoke a bad reaction or even an OD and hurt the sheriff. Noah was terrified that this could have been Poison Ivy, a combination of Fentynal, PCP, and Rat Poison. Luckily, Stiles' hand consumed a lethal amount. No matter how much Noah pressed, Stiles wouldn't tell him where he got this. At least Noah took the rest to the office as evidence.
In the back of Stiles' mind, he knew this happened. He didn't know how it all connected. He felt too stupid to tell Scott or Derek outright because he knew what they would say. 'You shouldn't have bought illicit drugs off of a known drug dealer,'
Taking a big hit and sitting it on the little tray beside the tub, Stiles sank in hot water until his eyes and nose were above water. He didn't know what was going on lately, but his chronic pain had gone up about three times as it usually was. Maybe it was the stress of being around a werewolf and a grumpy sourwolf all the time, but he couldn't even pinpoint where the pain was... it was all over at this point.
Stiles loves baths. Usually, he rubs one out when he is in here, but all he wants to do is lie down and sleep. So he finished what was left of his blunt and soaked it before drying it off and getting dressed.
Like most young people, Stiles had insecurities and didn't like looking at himself in the mirror. Stiles caught a glimpse of himself while putting on his tiny gym shorts. He noticed that his ribs were lightly bruised. He sighed, as this happened when he wore his binder for too long... or his bust was getting bigger. This typically meant he would not have to wear it for a couple of days and get a bigger one. At least he had plenty of baggy clothes.
Intersex is technically a birth defect, but there are only less than a hundred thousand people in the world that have this. In Stiles's case, it was generational and hereditary on his mother's side of the family, and unlucky for him, his maternal and paternal side had large busts. He hoped his best would stop growing since he was 19. He already had DDs.
Stiles muttered to himself, continuing to put on his pajamas before making his rounds around the house, ensuring everything was locked and safe for him to sleep. "Daddy?" Stiles stepped into the basement. "You down here?" he asked, having seen the cruiser in the yard.
"Yeah, baby boy," Noah said as he watched his son fold his arms over his chest. Noah gave him a soft smile as he wished his son would be more comfortable in his skin.
"Are you playing with your dolls?" Stiles joked, making his father laugh. Noah had a hobby of recreating Civil War dioramas.
"No, son," Noah laughed, "I am just going through the old photo albums your mom put together before she got sick,"
"Oh..." Stiles raised an eyebrow. He didn't want to look or think about his mom, or he would spiral again. "Well, you look a little tired. Make sure not to stay up for too much longer,"
"Okay, Mom," Noah said, making Stiles laugh. This was how their dynamic was most of the time. They would take turns taking care of each other.
They say goodnight before Stiles goes back upstairs, rechecking whether he locked all the doors and windows. He had already been a bit paranoid, but ever since he found out that things that go bump in the night were real, he has become even more paranoid.
As Stiles went upstairs and opened his bedroom door, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He yelped as a large hand covered his mouth, and another grabbed the collar of his shirt. "Derek, what the fuck," Stiles muffled angrily, "I have a front door!"
"What do you expect me to say to your father? Thanks to your best friend and you, I am a murder suspect in my sister's case," He said, and Stiles blushed.
"What do you want? I have had my fill of you today," Stiles snapped, crossing his arms over his face as if Derek hadn't noticed yet.
"Fuck, like I want to be here either," Derek snapped as he was trying to be nice, "You helped me all day... and I don't like owing people," Derek muttered, and Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"You're gonna give me the bite?" Stiles asked hopefully.
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3:49 PM
18th Lunar Steet, Beacon Village, Oregon
Stiles was driving toward Deaton's Office as they were waiting for Scott to find what kind of bullet was used on Derek... and Scott was taking a long time because he was a mess. Derek was leaning his head on the window, fluttering his eyes as he was in agonizing pain. Suddenly, he heard Stiles lightly moan in pain. He raised an eyebrow and looked over to see Stiles cringing.
"Why the fuck are you making that face," Derek muttered.
"I have chronic pain." Stile rolled his eyes as he said this several times to Derek, and he got the impression that Derek thought he was just being dramatic.
"Well, suck it up and stop complaining, I am dying here," Derek growled, resting his eyes again.
"Whatever.... just because you're in pain doesn't mean I'm not in pain..." Stiles muttered. Derek ignored him and tried to focus on not letting his body spread the poison... but that was impossible.
There was silence in the car for about five minutes. Derek was impressed that Stiles could stay quiet that long because he hadn't seen him take a breath the past couple of times they had been around each other.
"Do..." Stiles spoke, and Derek groaned, knowing it was too good to be true for at least 5 minutes of silence, "would you bite me?" Stiles asked.
"No," Derek didn't even take a second to respond.
"Hey... you didn't even think about it," Stiles whined.
"Nope"-------
"You said you would help me out, now just but me," Stiles stamped his foot.
"You said you hurt..." Derek said through his teeth, trying to be patient, "Youre wanting the bite because you don't want to deal with chronic pain anymore, right?"
"Duh..." Stiles said like it was obvious.
"Stop being difficult, Stiles. I can't give you the bite because I am not an alpha," Derek snarled.
"Why?" Stiles was genuinely confused. He had only learned about lycanthropy through the internet and the books he had read, and he hadn't heard anything from the source.
"I don't have the proper venoms to turn you safely. You would reject the bite, most likely," Derek explained. "But... I can take away your some of your pain,"
"All wolves can do it," Derek didn't feel like explaining. He was feeling generous after almost encountering death. He also visited his Uncle Peter at the Memorial Hospital. It put things into perspective because he could be in a catatonic state like him.
"How?" Stiles asked, curious.
"I don't know, we just can," Derek shrugged, yawning, exhausted from the day. "Do you have a specific area where it hurts? It will work better," he explained.
"It hurts everywhere,"
"Stop being dramatic, pinpoint," Derek said through gritted teeth. Stiles was making a simple favor so difficult. Stiles focused, trying to pinpoint, but it was taking too long. Derek rolled his eyes and just grabbed Stiles' neck, taking the pain away. "Shit," Derek immediately took his hand away and waved it like crazy.
"See... i told you i wasn't being a bitch," Stiles snapped.
"I never said that,"
"You implied it," Stiles huffed, "now you stop being a bitch and take my pain away," Stile said. Derek muttered to himself as if he were a man of his word.
Derek ground his teeth in pain while Stiles was visibly blissful. Derek noticed his knees giving out, so he caught the mess of a boy before he fell. He looked down to see his body, raising his eyebrow curiously as Stiles' hands dropped to his sides.
"Don't be rude," Stiles fluttered his eyes.
"Sorry," Derek blushed as he was caught ogling Stiles. He was, after all, a gentleman. He just now had noticed Stiles' skimpy pajamas, gulping as Stiles moaned as the pain fled his body. He did feel bad now, Stiles was right... he did think he was just being a bitch. He was a born werewolf, and they didn't have to deal with sickness or chronic pain.
"T-Thank you..." Stiles blushed, trying to stand up on his own. It was nirvana. His overall pain level for a human without chronic pain would most likely be a constant 6 out of 10, and today, it was a 10 out of 10. Stiles hasn't felt anything under a level 5 pain in over five years.
"You are still in pain," Derek said, and Stiles slightly flinched. He looked up, not realizing how close Derek was to him. Now that your pain is lower, do you know where it is?" Derek blushed. As he took the pain away, Derek could pinpoint all the stress points like radar. This process was extremely intimate between the wolf and whoever they were taking the pain away from. It's like Derek knew
Stiles' body better than Stiles.
"Um..." Stiles felt like he had to learn to speak again, crossing his arms over his chest. His nipples had been very visible since the shirt he was wearing was as thin as a tissue. "M-My back hurts a little, but you have done more than enough, " Stiles said, as he didn't like asking or receiving help like Derek.
"That's not the only place," Derek said, swiping genuineness from his face and replacing it with mischief as he leaned down. Stiles gulped, biting his lip as the man slipped his hand under his shirt, placing his hand on the small of his back. The length of Derek's hand, as it lay horizontally, met the sides of Stiles's hips. "I know where it is... all you have to do is say the word."
Stiles didn't know what Derek was doing, but as he talked and his breath hit his ear, it made Stiles almost orgasm. He lost his footing again, but Derek pressed him against the door. "Why are you being creepy," Stiles bit his lip.
"Fascinating," Derek said, pressing his nose against Stiles. He was ever so slightly fragrant, "You don't even know what you are, do you?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Stiles bit his lip, trembling and grabbing onto Derek's bicep. "I am a human,"
"It's so obvious... most of your pain is in your erogenous zones," Derek said, moving his forehead to rest on Stiles.
"Derek, what the hell are you doing?" Stiles asked as Derek pressed a thumb on his bottom lip. Stiles instinctively tilted his head as Derek kissed him. Derek wasn't fully himself, as his wolf liked Stiles's scent. He realized this. His next thought was if the Alpha was attracted to this scent, and he got his answer.
Stiles flinched when he heard a threatening howl, probably a couple of feet away from his house, "W-Was that-" Stiles started to ask before Derek took off, jumping out of the bedroom window, "Scott..." He finished before limply falling to the floor.Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).
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My explanation of the photoScott:
That better not be your 'O' face...Stiles and Derek:
*Orgasming at the moment*AN:
Takes place after S01 EP08
Chapter Ambiance:
What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club
December 16th, 2010
1:11 PM
Stilinski House, Beacon Hills, Oregon
Stiles was teetering on the edge of spiraling—well, he already was. He was so tired of things happening to him and Scott. He was stabbing the fire with a stick, highly alert to his surroundings. He needed to know if the Alpha was the same guy he met that summer day, so he hadn't considered the logistics or his safety.
He hasn't been able to sleep since the night at the school... the Alpha killing Derek right in front of them was a sight that Stiles never thought he would forget. He has seen two people die in his life... his nana and his mom, but they died in the hospital. The way Derek died was unnatural and terrifying. Stiles tried closing his eyes at night to sleep, but when he did, the image of Derek spitting out blood and the Alpha lifting him is what he saw.
He hadn't had a good day with Scott either. The newborn wolf was being a little bitch. He hooked up with Lydia in the office and lied to him about it. He didn't even say sorry, either. He knew it was the full moon's effects, but he would need a very intense apology later this morning.
"Do you have a death wish?" Stiles heard someone say. He flinched, quickly snapping his head, expecting to find the man, but it was Derek leaning against a tree.
"Oh my god," Stiles yelped, hurrying out of his seat and hugging Derek. Derek raised an eyebrow at this. He was still pissed that Stiles was offering himself as bait for the Alpha.
"Gross... don't hug me," Derek turned up his nose, his arms crossed, and Stiles was so short that he buried his face in them. "You're snotting all over me," Derek said, hiding a smile. He had to admit that this was a bit warmer of a reaction than he had with Scott. "Did that kiss make you fall in love with me?"
"N-no, I still hate you," Stiles sniffled, stepping back, hiding his face in his hands. "I-I just never saw anyone get murdered," Stiles said before gasping for breath. "You are alive, aren't you? Are ghosts real?"
"I'm alive," Derek said with a cocky smirk on his face as he leaned down to be at eye level with Stiles. "I heard your heart skip a beat when you said you hated me," Derek said, and Stiles glared at him.
"It was my first kiss, okay," Stiles muttered.
"I noticed," Derek chuckled.
"At least I didn't get all creepy on you. You did it as soon as you saw I have tits," Stiles snapped, "I liked you better when you were dead," he huffed, beginning to storm back to the fire.
"Don't be a brat, Stiles," Derek grabbed the collar of Stiles' shirt, tilting his head while looking down at Stiles' lips. "I am a walking lie detector, remember?"
"I do hate you," Stiles lied once again, which made Derek cockily roll his eyes.
"I have had a very hard time healing these past couple of days," Derek said, inching closer to Stiles' face. Stiles just glared instead of declining it. "Thanks to your dunce of a friend, I am public enemy number one to the cops..."
"Sounds stressful, Derek." Stiles sighed. "Do you want me to find you a squeaky toy so you can destress?"
"Nah, I'd rather play with you," Derek could cleverly play Stiles' game of the tongue. "I can make you squeak with my bone," Derek said, and Stiles gulped. He looked so innocent as he looked at Derek, speechless. "Thinking about burying it in you is what helped me heal," Derek said, inching closer to where he was touching lips with Stiles, waiting until Stiles closed his eyes and kissed him.
Derek placed a hand on Stiles' hip, kissing him deeply while slipping in his tongue. Stiles made a little squeak at this and again as Derek dominated him with the kiss. Black slowly crept the vines around Derek's lips, and Stiles relaxed and sank into Derek's arms.
"No," Stiles stepped back.
"No, what?" Derek gritted his teeth from frustration and pain.
"I-if," Stiles blushed, "if we are going to do it, then you can't take away my pain."
Derek took a step toward him, pecking his lips. "Trust me, if I fuck you, then your gonna want me to take your pain away when you see how big my cock is,"
Derek liked seeing this side of Stiles. He had never seen him so speechless. He pulled the boy into his arms, carrying him over to sit by the fire since he knew it was freezing outside for humans.
"How do you hide your tits?" Derek said, slipping his hands under Stiles' shirt to find a binder. Stiles replied by batting his eyelashes. Derek chuckled, stripping off Stiles' shirt.
"W-wait," Stiles yelled as Derek found the zipper.
"You might not like them, but I do," Derek rolled his eyes, ignoring Stiles, trying to keep his binder on. "Holy fuck..." Derek said once he had managed to get the binder and toss it aside,
"What..." Stiles blushed, trying to cover them. He was so insecure about his body.
Derek was astounded by Stiles's perfect body. His breasts were extremely perky for their size. Like his face, Stiles's body was also covered in cute moles and soft freckles. Stiles' skin was more stunning in the moonlight, almost as white as a Lily. His lips were the same soft pink as Stiles'.
Stiles began to feel self-conscious of Derek not reacting, but then Derek started to suck on Stiles' nipple. "You're so fucking beautiful," Derek said. He was now curious about what was in Stiles' pants.
Stiles blushed at the comment before he felt Derek slip his hand in front of his waistband. "Derek," Stiles yelped. Immediately melting as a thick rough finger brushed down Stiles's pussy, he whimpered as Derek continued to prod around down there.
If there were to be a description of this feeling, Derek's fingers would feel like sandpaper, and Stiles's skin would be something close to silk. Derek bit his lip as Stiles hid his face at his neck. Stiles bit on his collarbone as Derek slipped a finger inside of him.
"You know..." Derek spoke low, like a soft roll of a growl. I thought you would react similarly to seeing me alive like your imbecile of a friend," Derek whispered into Stiles' ear because he remembered Stiles liking that last time.
"Shut up... He isn't an imbecile," Stiles blushed, not in control of the situation.
"I thought we hated each other," Derek kissed Stiles's ear, pushing on his chest, mainly so he could start kissing and rubbing on his breasts. "Do you know how much me being the first person ever to feel your body like this turns me on?"
"Of course," Stiles panted as his eyes fluttered, biting his bottom lip and suppressing a moan as Derek slipped in another finger. "B-Because you're a pervert," Stiles whimpered quickly, biting down on Derek's finger as he offered it to him.
Derek didn't like humans. He didn't even really like other wolves. Yes... Stiles was annoying as all hell, but as Derek was two-knuckled deep in his cunt his heart started racing. He was hard as a rock for minutes now...
usually, his heart wasn't a part of intercourse.
"Youre so wet for me," Derek said, grabbing Stiles' chin with his free hand. Stiles blushed as Derek kissed him. "Youre slicking out your ass and pre-cumming to... Wet Girl,"
"Gross... don't call me that," Stiles turned his nose at Derek. Seeing the wolf laugh for the first time, his heart fluttered, which made him wet. "I... I like it when you smile," Stiles bit his lip. Werewolves made a lot of noises, so he started hearing a low growl. "Are you growling?" He said, and he got his answer when he felt Derek pull his fingers out of him and stiffen up. "Shit... fuck," Stiles covered his mouth, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stay quiet without it.
"Stiles... I need you to run to your house as soon as I stand you up," Derek said, and Stiles nodded, trembling as he didn't want to see the Alpha again. He almost peed when he saw him at the school. That was the only disadvantage Stiles had. He thought he knew that the Alpha and the Man in the Woods were connected... but he didn't fully know what the man looked like shifted as he was running away from him when he was pinned down.
"Daddy is home. I don't want the alpha to follow me there," Stiles whispered back, and Derek shook his head.
"Just do what I fucking say. It's not the alpha," Derek said through his gritted teeth. Stiles widened his eyes, confused, before his heart dropped.
"Get your fucking hands off of my best buddy," Scott snarled.
"Oh god..." Stiles gulped as now he wished that it was the Alpha, "Shit-shit-shit," Stiles whimpered as this was horrible. Scott didn't even know that he was bi, much less intersex.
"It's fine. He isn't in control. He might not remember," he said as it was still the full moon. "1,2...3," Derek counted before standing up, plucking his hand out of Stiles's pants, and stabilizing him as Scott charged. "Go!"Please Vote, Comment, Add to your reading list, and share with your friends:) Check out my subreddit for my writings r/QuinnLake