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Stiles Stilinski was a slut. Everything from his cute smile to the delicate curve of his waist screamed of lewdness.

Nobody cared.

“He’s a new blood,” they said with a placating smile. “Let the omega have fun. He will settle in no time.”

Not all omegas settled down fast. Jen, for example, was a graduate but still unmated. Which… wouldn't be the case if it weren’t for Stilinski.

Alphas went all over him that first semester, throwing presents at his feet and thrusting flowers in his hands in the middle of lunch. Professors praised him with awe in their eyes, betas seethed with jealousy, and omegas… Well, most omegas did not give a fuck — they were happily mated.

Jen wouldn’t give a fuck either, if it weren’t for Derek Hale. The captain of the university’s baseball team, the local heartthrob on his way to receiving his second Bachelor’s degree, the most gorgeous alpha she had ever seen — Derek Hale was the perfect match for Jennifer, the main cheerleader. But then, just as she decided that this was the year she would finally ask the alpha out (alphas asked out omegas, not the other way around, but if Derek was too shy, then she’d make the first step), Stilinski enrolled.

It was the end.

Derek didn’t even glance at Jennifer when she approached him after practice. His eyes were glued to the omega, who sat at the bleachers with the Martin girl, his nose scrunched in laughter and his pale neck exposed.

“Who is that?” Derek asked, swallowing.

Jen grit her teeth. “My new roommate.”

“Can you introduce me to him?” Derek pushed a hand through his sweaty hair, making it fall in an elegant swoop at his forehead. Jennifer, whose entire world was crumbling before her eyes, opened her mouth to laugh it off, only for Derek to interrupt her. “Actually, no. Forget it.”

Without a goodbye, Hale removed his jersey, exposing his amazing physique clad in a tight white shirt, grabbed his bag, and strode to the bleachers. The entire stadium watched as he captured Stilinski’s attention. Dozens of people stared as the omega blushed prettily to the roots of his chestnut hair and smiled at something the older alpha had said.

The team cheered and hollered when their captain led the laughing pink-cheeked omega out of the field.

That day Jennifer cried for the first time in her four years of the university.

The alphas weren’t allowed inside the omega’s dormitory. Never in her life did Jennifer think she would appreciate that rule. But now? Now she’d take anything just to avoid the thought of Stiles and Derek fucking.

No one expected them to last. Omegas went through their usual slut faze first year of uni, changing alphas like gloves until they found the one who wouldn’t let them get away. Once the mating bite scarred on their shoulder, they settled and became docile little sheep, the ones you would picture when you thought about omegas. And, while Stilinski’s neck remained unmarred, Derek was the only alpha who stayed by his side.

The other alphas spat, growled, and picked fights with Hale almost weekly. They complained that Hale was greedy and it was ‘their turn’ — something Derek went nuts over when he heard it the first time. Nothing dissuaded the other alphas from trying to court Stilinski, though. And nothing ever would — not until the omega mated.

If Jennifer was in Stiles’ place, she would demand a ring. But Stiles didn’t. And that… That left some hope, because, despite the rumors of his outstanding intellect, the omega was, honestly, dumb to not snatch the pie when it was still hot.

“It’s disgusting.”

Paige glanced at her, then at the scene in front of the dormitory, blushed, and promptly lowered her doe eyes.

“It’s not,” she mumbled, plucking at the demolished daisy in her hand. “It’s obscene, but it’s natural.”

Jennifer swiveled her thundering gaze onto her. “You can not honestly say that right now! Come on! Didn’t he dump you before your first date because of him?”

Unable to help herself, Paige lifted her eyes onto the couple making out lazily at the front doors. She watched as Derek’s hand slipped under Stilinski’s shirt and caressed his pale stomach. The omega, all pink from pleasure, leaned away to giggle into Derek’s mouth. It took a single shy glance of those half-lidded eyes for Derek to close the space between them again.

Stiles’ gasp was so loud (or, perhaps, the audience was so quiet), that the girls heard it from across the lawn.

Paige winced and turned to her decapitated flower. Sympathy pricked at Jennifer’s jealousy-infested heart.

“Technically, it wasn’t cheating,” said Paige. “We didn’t start dating, or anything.”

“Because of him!” Jennifer thrust her finger toward the omega.

“I guess, I wasn’t the one.”

But I am, Jen thought.

She was a perfect match. Perfect! She was the same age as Derek, their children would look amazing, and her father was a government representative in their state. Right on par with the Hales. Stilinski was a nobody from fucking nowhere with a retired Sheriff as a father with nothing but his meager pension to support them both. Jen saw the Jeep Stiles rode — a rusty, blue, squeaking tin can — his father’s old watch, and the outfit repeating… There was no way the Hales would approve of that match.

Jen narrowed her eyes.

Maybe, that’s why they haven’t mated, yet. Talia Hale wanted her son to settle with a proper omega with connections, and, obviously, Stiles wasn’t it. He looked like a gold-digger. If only she could get Talia on her side, then the problem would solve itself.

Everyone knew that the Hales were a close-knit family. They hated viscerally when someone tried to get in. Something in their past, some said. And there was no way Derek would go against them.

And what does a gold-digger do when they are trying to get inside the family?

“What?” Paige’s voice shook her out of her thoughts.

Jennifer pushed down a gleeful smile that threatened to overcome her lips.

“Nothing,” she replied.

Nothing is what Stiles would become once Jennifer is done with him.

All it took was a couple of minutes in the greasy microwave for the pills to become useless.

“And he is how old?”

“Nineteen.”

Talia glared at him.

“That’s a ten-year difference.” She thrust her finger at him above the glass of lush red wine. “Are you out of your mind?”

“That’s just a preference, Talia, dear.” Peter turned from where he stood in front of the roaring fireplace. Shadows of orange flames licked the smirk on his cheeks. “Young omegas tend to be irresistible.”

Talia pursed her nose. She took a gulp of wine, rolling it against her tongue as she drilled holes in a luxurious carpet on the living room floor of the Hale mansion.

“They are cunning is what they are,” she grumbled, ignoring her son’s tired sigh. “People paint them as stupid when in reality, all they want is an alpha with enough money to satisfy their whims.” She lifted her eyes. “Does he know how much you make?”

“Yes,” said Derek with his eyes closed.

“Oh, god…” Talia rubbed her forehead. Peter’s smile bloomed in an amused mirth. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“That he looks good in gold.” Derek shrugged in boredom.

Peter barked a laugh.

“Are you being careful, at least?” asked Talia.

Derek opened his eyes. “Why do you ask me that?”

Talia spread her hands. “Do you want to get him pregnant?”

When Derek didn’t answer immediately, Peter lifted his eyebrows.

“Really, nephew?” he inquired, his voice strangely void of sarcasm. “Damn, now I am excited to meet him.”

“Derek…”

“I made my choice.”

“Did he?” Derek glared at his mother. “He is a young omega, Derek. You may have decided, but what about him? What happens if you leave him for a month? How long do you think he’ll last without hopping onto another alpha?”

Flashing his red eyes, Derek leaned forward. His claws dug into the armchair. “Stiles wouldn’t do that.”

“Let me guess, he is different?”

“He is.” Derek fell back. “You do not know him like I do.”

Talia watched the wine swirl in her glass. For several minutes, the silence hung heavy in the room. When, at last, she spoke, her tone was quiet, careful.

“Do you love him?”

The answer was immediate.

“Yes.”

Peter turned back to the fire with his hands locked behind his back.

“I think we are a tad bit late, sister,” he drawled. “You know what it is like when the alpha makes up his mind.”

“He is not the only alpha who can do that,” Talia said suddenly. Derek narrowed his eyes. “What would you do if he favors another alpha over you? You think I do not know about the brawls you get in because of him? Just how many suitors does he have?” Talia waited for an answer, then nodded to herself. “Thought so.”

“You do not know him,” Derek insisted hotly.

“You’re right, son, I do not. I only know what you told me, and, based on that, I can definitely say that your Stiles is not yours at all. His main weapon is that he can get away. Like that,” she snapped her fingers. “I will not let an omega ruin our family. Ruin my son. You can have all the fun you want, but until you are one hundred percent sure he would remain loyal to you, that he would not leave you for another alpha… Until you are sure it is not your money he wants, but you… I ask you to not make hurried decisions.”

“He is mine.” Desperation laced through Derek’s growl.

They looked each other in the eyes.

“Is he?” asked Talia.

Derek’s feet fell heavily against the moonlit floor. His heart thudded against his ribs.

He is mine, he thought. How could he be anyone else’s?

The snap of his mother’s fingers rang through his mind akin to a slap.

As much as Derek loathed to admit it, she was right. Nothing tied Stiles to him. His omega could disappear within a second, slip through his fingers like a fog.

Derek clenched his fists behind his back.

If it weren’t so late, he would’ve called Stiles. But his omega studied hard, he needed sleep. God, his hands had never felt so empty as they did in that lonely moment.

Derek needed him, craved him. No one had captured him like this before — he did not allow it — but Stiles did it without even knowing. It was over for Derek when his gaze fell upon the omega; one glance was all it took.

This is it, he thought as he watched Stiles’ eyes shine with laughter. This one’s mine.

His sharp smile and his soft gaze, his biting tongue and gasping moans — how blessed he was to be a witness to those wonders? And to think that someone else could hear them—

Derek leaned against the windowsill, the wood crunching under his fingers.

His phone pinged with a useless notification. His lock screen lit up, displaying the photo of Stiles — a selfie he made as a joke, cropped just enough to show his lips pursed together, the omega’s naked sculpted chest, and his bared throat. In the corner, right above the clavicle, the edge of the hickey peeked through.

Derek took the phone with shaking fingers, found the original photo, and laid it in front of himself.

His mouth salivated just by staring at it.

Suddenly, a deep, painful longing hit him. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to crawl into the omega’s arms, to rest his cheek against his fluttering heart, to thrust deep into him, into the place he claimed for himself, and hear those hitched moans against his shoulder.

Stiles was his.

“Do you want to get him pregnant?”

Yes, fervor spoke deep inside him. I want it more than anything.

Derek bit his lip as the image of pregnant Stiles that conjured in his mind. His omega with a belly swollen with their child, nothing but bliss on his lovely impish face.

His cock twitched, half-hard.

Derek understood perfectly well how young Stiles was. Just how many times did he stop himself from digging his teeth into that lovely neck to claim him?

Maybe, next time he shouldn’t.

Derek’s eyes traced the long line of Stiles’ bared neck and stopped at the bite mark. He shifted his legs as his cock hardened more.

The thought, wild and sudden, came to him, and once it did, there was nothing he could do to get rid of it.

If he got Stiles pregnant, then the omega would be his. Fully his. They would be bound for life. Stiles wouldn’t refuse the mating bite, then.

Stiles was his omega. Derek would do anything to keep him.

Anything.

“How do I look?” Stiles raked his fingers through his hair thousands of times that evening. His gaze picked apart his reflection piece by piece, noting the frayed edge of the sleeve and the cracks in the leather belt where it creased too many times. Fuck. At least his ass looked nice. And not like Derek had ever cared about the state of his belt — only if it took too long to unbuckle.

“Desperate.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. He snatched his watch from the table and clasped it on, throwing a disdained glance at his roommate.

“Have you always been such a bitch, or is that because Derek won’t fuck you?” he said with a poisonous smile.

Jennifer’s eyes narrowed above the magazine she was reading.

“I’m being honest,” she bit out. “One text from him, and you’re calling an Uber to his place. It’s pathetic.”

“Well, I’m having sex tonight, and you’re not, so which one of us is truly pathetic?”

Stiles’ stomach turned in glee at the face Jen made. God, she hated him. Every unmated omega hated him for ‘keeping Hale to himself’, but at the same time, were they in his place, they would not have been able to refuse. Just like Stiles couldn’t. If Derek Hale asks you out, you take the offer. That’s it.

That said, Stiles didn’t really know who Derek was when the alpha first approached him. The rumors hadn’t reached him yet. Stiles agreed to a date because Derek was hot as hell (duh), and he wasn’t pushy, aggressive, or douchy like other alpha dickheads.

Derek asked him out once, and Stiles agreed.

The thing is, Derek never stopped asking him on dates. And, until he does, Stiles would keep coming to him. For however much it lasts, he would keep being his plaything, his hole to fuck, his toy, or a placeholder — all the things people loved to remind him about. Derek could have anyone, but he chose Stiles.

His phone pinged. Stiles snatched it from the bed, ripping the charger cord out and destroying it more, and unlocked it. His heart fluttered at the message.

Derek:
I’m outside

Derek:
take your night bag I’m not returning you till morning

Stiles pushed his lips together to suppress a giddy smile.

you:
coming!!!

Derek:
oh baby you will

Stiles snorted; his cheeks heated. He doubted he would ever get used to Derek’s unashamed affection. The alpha could not hide his lust for the life of him.

Humming a song under his nose, Stiles zipped his bag with clothes, books, and toiletries he’d need for tomorrow (he refused to leave any in Derek’s place because he didn’t want to push his luck) and all but skipped to the door, when Jen spoke again.

“You forgot your pills,” she muttered in a bored voice.

Stiles huffed. “Why are you so concerned about that?” He returned to his side table and opened it, taking the orange bottle out. He popped one pill in his mouth, swallowing it dry, which he regretted instantly, and threw Jen an acidic smile. “There.”

A chill ran down his back from Jen’s pinning gaze.

“It’s not you I’m concerned about,” she said. “Do you know what the Hales will do to you if you got pregnant? Derek will drop you like a hot coal. Just imagine.”

All the lovely, tickling feelings in his stomach sharpened into icicles. Stiles clenched his teeth, trying to shake off the thoughts, but his throat tightened even so.

“You think I want to baby-trap him, or something?”

“No.” Jen smiled at the change in his voice. Damn it. “I just think you’re desperate.”

Stiles flew out of the room with flushed cheeks. The slowness of the elevator was a blessing this time, as it allowed him to collect his thoughts and shake Jen’s words off.

He wasn’t desperate, and he did not want to baby trap anybody. He took the pills religiously, and, besides, Derek was always careful. It would be awful if he got knocked up.

Right?

Stiles swallowed.

Right. Derek and he had known each other for half a year. Another half and Derek would graduate and exit his life, leaving him nothing more than a memory of a fun time exploring at the university. Besides, Stiles was in his first year. He had a whole life ahead of him.

He could not get pregnant. He didn’t know Derek’s stance on it, didn’t even know if he liked kids or liked Stiles enough to even entertain the thought of having a life beyond uni together. Certainly not. And it wasn’t like Stiles could afford to have a kid on his own, not without a job and his father’s pension. God, Dad would kill him.

The elevator creaked as it reached the first floor. Stiles schooled his expression, tugged the bag on his shoulder, and tried his hardest to dispel the distressing thoughts.

Nothing like that would ever happen. They were simply having a good time, so there was no need to think about a fairytale future like that.

Derek waited for him at the curb, as per usual. Stiles’ heart skipped at the sight of him; that chiseled face, that overgrown stubble, his eyes, his large frame, and sinewy muscles…

His Camaro shined as if Derek cleaned it just before coming to pick Stiles up. The alpha stood silently, glaring at everyone under the set of heavy eyebrows; Stiles always found it funny that he just stood there, no phone, no cigarette, or juggling keys in hand, observing his surroundings. It was those moments that made it glaringly obvious how wolfish he was.

The alpha’s gaze zeroed in on him almost immediately. It lay like a heavy hand on Stiles’ shoulders, pushing them down. Stiles breathed out, relaxing against his will.

He couldn’t help his blooming smile and hurried to close the distance.

“Hey,” he said, breathless, and was immediately swept in a kiss.

Stiles hummed into it. Derek’s hot large hands circled his waist, and the tension melted off the omega like butter in a sizzling pan. He was vaguely aware of Derek taking the bag off his shoulder, but nothing more than that.

Everything lost its meaning. Everything but those lips under his tongue.

When they parted, Stiles’ mouth tingled. Derek caught his lips once, twice, as if he couldn’t help himself, then dropped the bag to the ground, and tugged Stiles into a firm embrace.

Oh, Derek…

Stiles’ throat tightened. He wrapped his arms around Derek’s big frame and rested his cheek against the alpha’s neck, closing his stinging eyes.

Their hearts beat against each other, rejoiced at reuniting.

They remained silent. The words suddenly felt too clumsy. Derek’s greedy loud breaths and tight hold on Stiles’ slim body said all there was to say.

“Missed you,” Stiles mumbled into his shoulder. His throat clicked. “How was your family?” He leaned away, knowing full well how eager he must have smelled.

Desperate, said a sneering voice in his head.

Derek blinked at him. “Huh?”

Stiles chuckled at the glazed look in his eyes. “Earth to Derek. I asked how your little vacation was. Did you get to howl at the moon? Did you wag your tail?” He smiled innocently but burst into laughter at Derek’s bored gaze, which quickly turned into a squeak when the wolf bit him on the jaw. “Hey!”

“Have you eaten?” Derek grumbled. His gaze cleared enough for him to look over Stiles with a critical eye as if he was looking for damage.

“No, I was just—”

Derek nodded to himself as if it were his oversight. “What do you want? Italian?” He grabbed Stiles’ bag and tugged him toward the passenger seat.

“Actually, I was thinking steak…” Stiles suggested lightly.

Derek stopped with one hand on the door and glanced at him with a sudden smirk.

“God, you’re my omega.” His fangs lengthened just a tiny bit, enough for people not to notice.

Stiles blushed to the roots of his hair and jumped into the car.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re ready to eat me.” Stiles raked his fingers down Derek’s hairy front.

The alpha’s hands spread on his thighs much to the delight of the omega.

“Maybe because you look the best when you sit on my cock.”

“Der— ah!” Stiles squeezed his eyes shut when Derek buckled into him. He nearly toppled over but the alpha caught him in time, catching his waist with his hands. “Rude,” he said breathlessly.

It was hard to meet Derek’s gaze in times like these. Stiles liked sex, and he loved sex with Derek, but even bouncing on his dick didn’t make him feel as vulnerable as being under Derek’s scrutinizing half-lidded gaze. Sometimes, it was full of strange darkness, as if the alpha wanted nothing more than to devour him. As if Stiles was the epitome of sexiness, of desire, and…

Stiles bit his lip. He squeezed experimentally and hissed at the stretch of the alpha’s knot. Derek wasn’t small even by alpha standards (at least based on the porn he watched), but his knot was something else.

“Easy, baby,” Derek purred, stroking his thighs soothingly. “We have all night.”

All night, Stiles thought. When I want forever.

“Promise?” he laughed.

Something flickered in Derek’s eyes. “Anything for you.”

“Mm? Anything?”

“Yes.”

Stiles laughed at his overly serious tone, wincing at the tension inside him.

“God, you’re so big…” he muttered, kneading Derek’s chest.

“I want you to meet my pack.”

Stiles stiffened. He blinked at the alpha, but Derek’s wonderfully green eyes lacked humor.

His heartbeat quickened.

“W-what? Really?”

“Yes.” His big hand stroked up Stiles’ thigh, his thumbs digging into the V-lines. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are.”

Stiles pursed his nose. “Well…” he broke Derek’s gaze and traced his finger to Derek’s navel. “It’s been six months,” he said carefully. “I figured, if you wanted me to meet your family, you would’ve done it already. I don’t mind, it’s not like I’m insisting or anything—”

“Stiles.”

“Yep?”

Derek caught his chin and made him meet his firm gaze. Something deep swirled in those eyes, something feral, predatory, fiery.

“You are my omega,” said Derek quietly, and Stiles fought down shivers from the tone of his voice. “Of course I want you to meet them. But they are… intimidating,” Derek frowned. “I didn’t want them to scare you off, but I don’t think I can keep you to myself for much longer. I talk about you too much.”

Derek let his chin go, swiping at it with his thumb. Stiles chuckled, feeling bubbles burst in his stomach and travel to his lungs, making it hard to breathe. The heat flushed to his cheeks once again.

“Okay,” he said, tightening his teeth to suppress a smile.

“Okay?” Some tension left Derek’s face.

“Yeah.”

They smiled at one another.

Stiles’ scent became sweeter by day, more potent, virile.

Derek didn’t pay it much thought, not with how mad it drove him. Perhaps, his mind was too clouded from the way Stiles behaved as it was the first time he asked to stay. Whether he became brave enough, desperate, or needy — Derek didn’t care. The omega had finally asked for his comfort — without prompting or a guided question.

Stiles’ simple ‘can I come over?’ at 11 p.m. on Wednesday made him want to howl. Derek all but ran to his car to pick him up.

He made sure to fuck Stiles long and hard that night. Let his omega know how good he was, coming to his alpha with his needs.

He barely slept, wrapped around Stiles’ body, shaking with the need to keep him. That morning, Stiles woke up from Derek fucking his knot into him, with come dripping from his hole.

Stiles could barely drag his feet to the lectures. Alphas were more annoying than usual, his limbs were heavy; he wanted to crawl into Derek’s lap and, maybe, cry a bit. He didn’t want to eat, but the thought of Derek feeding him was nice.

God, he must have been so annoying with his fucking clinginess. Could he be more of a stereotypical omega, whining for his alpha’s comfort? His resolve had already broken once, and he didn’t delete the text soon enough, which made Derek drive across the town to pick him up.

Fuck, Derek was so nice to him.

Stiles wanted him forever.

His eyes were fucking stinging again. God, it was almost like in the old days, when…

When…

Stiles’ pen fell to the floor.

He was in heat. That’s what was so familiar about the ache in his stomach. Fuck, he shouldn’t have bought those cheap pills, he knew it…

Before he could understand what was happening, an alpha picked up his pen and offered it back. His gaze was suspicious, and he leaned close sniffing at Stiles, and no.

Stiles grabbed his things and ran out of the classroom in the middle of the lecture to find the nearest bathroom. He shut himself inside, opening the window to let the air in. It didn’t help. Strange alphas were everywhere, Stiles could smell them from here. He didn’t need random creeps, he didn’t want their hands or their dicks, he wanted…

He needed his alpha.

Stiles cursed.

The standard procedure for the unmated omegas going into heat was to lock them up in a heat center for up to three days. Everything was sterile, white. No one touched omegas. All care was provided by other omegas in hazmat suits and squeaky gloves.

Stiles didn’t want gloves, Stiles wanted…

Sniffing and cursing, he took out the phone with trembling fingers and sent a text.

A bit more force and Derek would’ve broken the door.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded, striding to Stiles in big steps. He palmed Stiles’ flaming face, his nostrils flared. “Are you—”

“I think…” Stiles choked from the sudden proximity. His mind was slowly taken over by a fog, and he knew for a fact that it wouldn’t get better. “I think I am going into heat.”

Derek froze. Stiles looked up and met his intense red gaze. His heart thudded, stuck in his throat. With each moment of silence, he felt like he’d made a mistake by texting.

“I wondered if, maybe…” Stiles cleared his throat. “Maybe, you’d like to spend it with me.”

“Maybe?”

Stiles’ stomach dropped. “You don’t have to—”

“Baby.”

“What.”

“Why do you say it like I wouldn’t sell my fucking soul for it?”

Stiles’ laugh came out wet.

Derek tugged him closer, kissed him hard, and then whispered against his lips. “When will it get to your fucking head that I am your alpha, hmm? It’s my job to take care of you.”

With each word, each breath that brought the alpha’s scent into his lungs, Stiles relaxed. He leaned against Derek and nuzzled into his face like a cat, letting him hold more and more of his weight.

“Derek?”

“Mm?” The alpha picked him up and wrapped Stiles’ legs around his waist. How did Derek always make him feel so safe?

“I’m not gonna be very present,” Stiles mumbled into his neck as they went through the halls. “Like, not at all.”

“I know. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Stiles smiled. “No, I meant… I may say stuff, or demand weird things. Just… don’t freak out.”

A kiss landed on the side of his neck.

“Don’t worry about anything.”

Stiles fell asleep after lunch, right there, in Derek’s arms.

His scent thickened. It seeped into everything he touched, and coated Derek’s lungs, driving him insane.

As much as he wanted to fuck the omega right then and there, Derek did the right thing. He placed Stiles on the bed, closed the curtains so the sun wouldn’t wake him, and undressed him completely, letting his feverish skin breathe. Derek watched the omega breathe for fifteen solid minutes until his resolve came close to crumbling, and then threw himself into the preparations. He piled the water bottles near the bed, stocked up on towels, and cooked some food in case they needed something quick to replenish their energy. When the sun went down, Derek crawled into the bed, tucked the omega into his body, and settled for a wait.

He couldn’t sleep, not even with the comforting sweet smell so strong and potent close to him. Derek’s hand spread on Stiles’ flat belly, and all the alpha could think of was how good it would look full.

Stiles was weak. His mind softened, and his body melted into the sheets, overcome by fervor. Reduced to his basic needs, the omega mewled and writhed between Derek’s arms, demanding to be pleased, filled, and bred.

“Alpha,” he whined with tears stuck in his throat.

No, thought Derek. No one could ever see Stiles like this. This lustful creature, all buttery-soft, cream-skinned, and flushed, must belong to his hands.

Derek held Stiles’ face in place and kissed the tears off his lids, his cheeks, and his puffy lips, as the omega scrambled to grasp his wrists, knowing he wasn’t nearly strong to make a difference. That — that thought — enraged Derek. To think that Stiles could have given himself to anyone, to let some alpha touch him in this state…

“Alpha,” Stiles gasped into his mouth. His pupils were wider than the night sky, and just as consuming.

No. No other alpha could handle Stiles. They couldn’t learn how, they’d never be able to know what to do with him.

“You’re mine, do you hear me?” Derek looked into Stiles’ eyes. His hand traveled down the omega’s front, tugged teasingly on his small cute cock, then down and in, hooking fingers inside that slippery loosened hole.

Stiles’ mouth fell open into the most precious “O”. His eyes rolled back, his long eyelashes kissed the lovely cheeks.

Derek fucked him slowly with his fingers, watching closely for his reaction. They’ve done this so many times before that Derek knew him, knew it all, could play him like a fiddle, and make him come within minutes.

But today’s foreplay wasn’t meant to last long.

Derek glanced at the bedside table. The special condoms lay there, untouched. He remembered all too well the lectures about omegas, their heats, and the increased chances.

He looked back at his omega whispering, “please, please, please” under his breath, his hair sweaty and his lips bitten. Stiles would not remember this, and both of them knew it. The omega ensured himself in the hands of his chosen alpha, his body, his life, and, inadvertently, his future.

Derek kissed him, deep and insistent, once.

“I’ll take care of you,” he said into his lips, the sweetest in the world.

Derek lined up his cock and slid the tip inside. A punched-out gasp left Stiles’ lips, but Derek bore down, sinking deeper and deeper, rocking slowly at first, until his base met Stiles’ slick-covered skin.

“Mmm…”

“Shh… See how well you take me?” Derek rolled his hips, feeling Stiles clench around his throbbing length. “God, you’re so fucking perfect…”

Stiles whimpered when Derek began to fuck him. He lay there like the most precious doll, sliding up and down the sweaty sheets, all flushed and beautiful, spreading his legs like a good omega. He scrambled for Derek’s hand, and the alpha caught it with a chuckle.

“You’re impossible,” he groaned, thrusting into him. The tight wet heat of him was indescribable. The way Stiles stretched, obscenely so around his thick member, but sucked him in, greedily so.

He was the best. His omega.

Stiles all but wailed when Derek pulled out, begging him to come back, only to choke when Derek flipped him over. Without wasting time, he slipped inside, aided by the dripping slick coating Stiles’ marked thighs.

“Think I’m gonna… leave you…” Derek breathed, boring down. He snapped his hips, making Stiles squeak. The omega’s walls fluttered around him. “Never…”

“Alpha.”

Derek kissed his back, his every mole. With one hand he reached down, wrapped it around Stiles’ dick, and jerked it quickly, rolling his thumb around the head, pink like every delicious bit about him.

“Come on,” Derek caught his earlobe with his teeth as he fucked him. “Show me how much you love being fucked.”

Stiles pushed his forehead into the pillow, whining. His hand found Derek’s, and he simply rested it there, unable to aid him in any way. Derek kissed his cheek, his neck, his shoulder until the omega spilled his thin come on the sheets, shuddering in his arms.

“Oh, baby…”

Derek lowered his weight on the omega, pinning him flush to the bed, and began pounding. His balls, heavy with seed, slapped against Stiles, tensing in anticipation. His knees pinned Stiles’ thighs, keeping them spread, and, at last, his knot started to form, engorging and getting wetter from Stiles’ slick.

There was nothing his little omega could do but lay there, mewling, as his alpha fucked him deep and hard. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles' lithe body, holding him in place, even though there was nowhere for Stiles to go.

“Alpha!” Stiles cried out when Derek began pushing the knot into him. “Ah, uh, uh…”

“Shh…” Derek circled his hips, mercilessly working it in. Both of them stopped breathing when it finally popped in, and then…

In the last second, Derek pushed his knuckles between his teeth. His fangs sank into his own flesh as he spilled inside his omega, filling him with a potent seed.

“Aaahhhh…” Stiles breathed into the sheets. He squeezed around Derek, milking him almost unconsciously.

It took a while for Derek to stop coming. After a few minutes of catching his breath and kissing his omega all over, Derek reached down to check.

He smiled.

Not a droplet was wasted. His knot plugged his omega well. It wouldn’t come down for at least twenty minutes, ensuring the successful conception.

By the end of the heat, there would be no doubt about whether or not Stiles was pregnant.

Derek cupped the omega’s chin and turned his slack face to kiss him. Stiles answered the kiss weakly, letting the alpha do all the work. Submitting to him, his instincts told.

“I love you,” said Derek, stroking his red, tear-covered cheek. Stiles blinked at him, unable to comprehend what was going on. “Mine, do you hear me?” He captured Stiles’ lips, for it was impossible not to kiss him. “My very own.”

“Mine,” Stiles mumbled, his eyes closing.

Derek chuckled, resting his lips against his cheek. “Yours.”

The heat ended on Friday, leaving Stiles an entire weekend to return his body to its functioning state. Who knew that the heat with alpha differed so much from the heat in a sterile omega center? Not that Stiles would’ve trusted anyone with himself before. Not in that way.

Speaking of the trustworthy alphas: it was safe to say that Derek had earned the status of The Best Alpha for Stiles. The man kept him clean, fed, satisfied in every way. Every whim, every whine was instantly recognized and left Stiles pleased like a cat who got the cream. He may have been biased after such a strong hormonal influx but after their first heat together, Derek was it for him. Stiles rested his case, every other alpha could get lost and fucked. He didn’t need anyone else.

Whether it was his delicate destabilized state or he was just that in love, but every time Derek touched him, looked at him, called him in that soft amused voice of his, Stiles melted.

Derek snorted at his blissful smiles and let him crawl into his lap with open arms, which happened a lot during the weekend. Stiles was a barnacle stuck to the ship, whiny, needy, and clingy — the worst of the worst.

Derek, though, soaked it all up like a sponge. Subtle change shined inside him occasionally; he became calmer and more settled. A content smile bloomed on his lips, often when he thought Stiles wasn’t looking, and that… That made Stiles’ stomach swoop with tickling warm feelings.

This could be it, Stiles thought on Sunday evening, tucked to Derek’s side on the living room couch. His cheek squished against the alpha’s naked chest (he bravely fought the urge to bite his nipple, because that would for sure get him in trouble), his unseeing gaze stuck to the TV screen. Derek had fallen asleep long ago, his arms wrapped around the omega, meanwhile, Stiles remained in a floating post-heat state, drunk on his alpha’s smell. He really wanted to suck Derek off, but the poor alpha could use a break.

Stiles’ gaze fell to the bulge in Derek’s grey sweatpants. His mouth watered. Desire stirred in the lower part of his stomach.

The omega licked his lips and lifted his eyes to the TV.

Was it rude to ask alphas about whether or not they would propose?

Everything in Stiles squirmed with uncertainty. He honestly could not see himself settling with anyone else. But did Derek feel the same?

Something ugly curled inside his stomach.

Probably not. Omegas threw themselves at Derek; he could pick anyone at any time. Nothing was guaranteed; the closer the graduation was, the bleaker their future looked.

But then… Derek wouldn’t have invited him to meet his pack if he wasn’t serious. He wouldn’t go out of his way to cancel plans and rearrange his schedule to fit Stiles' unexpected heat. He wouldn’t hold Stiles the way he did.

My omega.

Stiles’ heart stuttered. He swung his leg over Derek’s thigh, and the alpha’s hand went to hold it instantly. As if it wasn’t just habit, but an instinct.

Stiles stared at his big hairy hand splayed on his pale thigh. Tentatively, he reached out, covered Derek’s hand with his, and interlaced their fingers.

“My alpha,” Stiles breathed out, feeling the words settle on his tongue as if they were familiar. It sounded nice. “My alpha.”

It hung above him, this feeling of safety. Like a thundercloud threatening to cover and consume, to shield him from the sun and nourish him. Its weight hovered an inch from Stiles’ shoulders, unable to settle.

Stiles moved his cheek and settled his eyes on the dip between Derek’s shoulder and neck. He released Derek’s hand and traced the area of skin where the future mating bite would go. Right there, someone would think their teeth in and claim this man forever.

Piercing heat swirled in Stiles’ chest. Overwhelmed by the sudden desperation and desire, he tugged himself up and sank his teeth into Derek’s shoulder, not enough to break the skin, not enough for the alpha to even feel it, but just to—

“What are you doing?”

Stiles stiffened. His mouth closed with a click.

“Fantasizing,” he mumbled hoarsely.

Derek snorted. Still laughing, he grabbed Stiles with both arms and, ignoring his surprised squeak, pinned him to the couch. With the most delighted look the alpha could master, he settled between Stiles’ spread legs, letting the omega feel his rapidly swelling cock.

Stiles groaned when the lips descended on his neck, marking, biting, sucking.

“Without me?” Derek murmured and licked along his clavicle.

Red-faced and panting, the omega put his hands on Derek’s shoulders. The muscles played deliciously under his palms. Slowly, the kisses traveled down his chest, down to his stomach, which Derek licked so hard that it made Stiles laugh. When the alpha thumbed at the edges of Stiles’ boxers, he bit his lip and obediently lifted his hips.

He closed his eyes when the alpha’s hard cock stretched him once again.

Derek was gentle that evening, reverent, slow. He took his time making Stiles fall apart under his unhurried but deep strokes, feeding his cock inside the leaking puffy ring. Derek’s hands traveled across Stiles’ skin, thumbs digging into his stomach and pinning his hips down as he sped up his thrusts.

For every punched-out quiet moan, Derek presented him with a kiss.

When his hand enveloped the omega’s leaking cock, Stiles clenched around him, squeezing his eyes shut. Gasps fell from his open mouth right into Derek’s.

Trapped under his alpha — his love, the only one he ever had — Stiles fell apart only to be held together by Derek’s hands.

Stiles’ eyes burned from staring at the computer screen for so long. With an exhausted yawn, he scratched his head with a pencil and blinked at his math work, which was only halfway done.

“It can’t be eleven,” he mumbled, biting his lip. “It can’t be— AH!”

He jumped and would’ve fallen down the chair if Derek hadn’t caught him. The alpha laughed and pressed another scratchy kiss to his neck, humming into it.

Stiles placed his hand around Derek’s, the one above his shuddering heart. “You fucking scared me.”

“Sorry, kitten.” Derek nosed at his neck some more, breathing deeply. “You just—” He stopped.

Stiles waited for him to say something, but the alpha remained motionless with his nose stuck in Stiles’ throat. The omega grabbed him by the hair, leaned away, and frowned when he saw the alpha’s face. “What? Don’t tell me I smell, I have a test tomorrow, I have to get ready…”

Derek remained frozen as he sucked in deep breaths . Slowly, he met Stiles’ gaze but did not say a thing.

Stiles lifted his eyebrows. “Are you having an aneurysm?”

“No.” Derek’s voice went hoarse. He blinked rapidly, then leaned onto his office desk, which Stiles usurped. The alpha watched him with his eyes strangely wide and his face slack. He was still holding Stiles by the hand, and the omega carefully interlocked their fingers.

“Everything alright?” Stiles asked lightly, alarmed by the change in the appearance.

Red flakes burst into the greenery of Derek’s eyes until crimson filled the irises to their brim.

“I love you,” he said suddenly.

Stiles snapped his mouth shut.

He didn’t wash his hair for, like, two days. He was wearing Derek’s old wrinkly t-shirt, because the scent of his alpha helped him calm down, and his sweatpants had a hot sauce spot on it. His hands were stained with blue ink, and he didn’t have time to unload the dishwasher, and earlier he was thinking of begging Derek to order food instead of cooking it, and—

Something in Stiles’ facial expression made Derek huff in laughter. With a bright grin, airy and blinding, the alpha cupped Stiles’ cheeks and kissed him.

Heat pooled in Stiles’ stomach. He hummed in surprise, opening his mouth under the order of Derek’s insistent tongue, and let the alpha have his fill. His heart drummed against his ribs, and his stomach swooped in excitement at being wanted.

“Wha…” Stiles said stupidly when Derek released him, struggling to put his brain back online.

“I just thought you should know,” said Derek, failing to keep his smile down. He looked boyishly young.

Stiles stared at him like a dumbass, transfixed.

“I uh… Love you, too,” he replied.

Derek snorted, caught his mouth again in a hard, passionate kiss, and released him.

“What do you want, kitten, mm?” he said, inclining his head. Stiles’ cheeks heated from the pet name. “I’ll get you anything you want. Name it.”

“Did I miss an anniversary or something? What is going on? Did you hit your head?” Stiles widened his eyes. “Are you going into a rut?”

Derek guffawed. God, Stiles had never seen him this… light.

“Believe me, you’d know when I’m in a rut.”

“Then—”

“Anything, Stiles.”

The omega threw his hands. “I don’t know?” He racked his brain for something. “Cake?”

“Cake?” Derek arched an eyebrow.

“You told me ‘anything’! And I’m kinda hungry…”

“Cake it is.” Then Derek flicked him lightly on the nose. Stiles blushed even more, reeling backward. “You better finish your homework, because I’m going to take my time with you tonight.”

Stiles opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Oh my god!” He watched Derek disappear into his closet. “And you want me to concentrate after that? Now I can’t think about anything but you and sex!”

“Welcome to my world.”

Someone bumped into Stiles just as he was turning into the diner.

“Sorry—” he mumbled. He tried to sidestep the man, but the latter purposefully stepped into his path. Stiles rolled his eyes. He was so not in the mood to deal with flirty alphas, he was fucking starving. “Move.”

The alpha tsked. “Now, now. Derek told me you were nice.”

The words struck Stiles to his place. He lifted his gaze sharply and took in the man before him: a suit, a beige coat, a greying goatee, and a smirk. There was something familiar in his face, something…

“Do I know you?” Stiles narrowed his eyes.

The alpha chuckled, putting his hands inside his pockets. “Not quite. I believe it is too soon, but oh well. We might as well get to know each other. You were heading there, weren’t you?” He threw a skeptical glance at the diner’s bright menu hanging outside, hummed, and opened the door for Stiles. “Shall we?”

“I don’t know you, dude,” Stiles reminded him. “You think you’re gonna drop Derek’s name and—”

“Peter Hale.” The man offered his hand with a polite smile.

SHIT.

Stiles cleared his throat. “I, uh…”

“Stiles,” Peter smiled. “Derek showed us your picture.” Oh, no… “I must say it does not do you justice. Mind if we have a chat?”

Stiles was fantastically and royally fucked. Tightening his jaw, he pushed past the man, not missing the way Peter sniffed at him.

The man didn’t take his calculating eyes off him, not even when they ordered. Stiles squirmed in his seat and tried to keep his glare to a minimum, but his traitorous heart fluttered inside his chest.

“I texted Derek, don’t worry,” Peter said suddenly, folding one arm over the leather couch. “I am sure he will arrive in a minute.”

Stiles lifted his eyebrows. “First of all, I do not need his permission to meet anyone. And secondly, he’s in a meeting regarding his thesis.”

“Please. Like he wouldn’t drop everything for you.” Peter rolled his eyes, grabbed a toothpick, and placed it delicately in his mouth. The edge of the bright white fang peeked from under his lip. “But while he is not here…” He looked at Stiles. “I wanted to offer you… a choice.”

“Of what kind?”

“Do you know how Derek makes money?”

“He works in finance,” Stiles said slowly.

“Do you know how much money he has?”

Stiles sighed. “Yes.”

Peter’s face remained carefully neutral. “He showed you?”

“Do you know many bank accounts I’ve seen?” Stiles narrowed his eyes. “Alphas send them to me as attachments to their resume.”

“I can send you mine.”

Stiles didn’t answer. Peter leaned over the table, drilling him with an intense gaze.

“Who do you think taught Derek all the tricks?” he murmured, his voice as light as powdered sugar. “I have double the amount of what he has. You’ll be safer with me.”

“Oh, that’s amazing! Lemme go pack my bags real quick—” Stiles threw his hands. “Is that what you expect me to say, huh? Does your whole family think that way about me?”

Peter shrugged, unfazed. “If you’re a smart omega, you will seek a better opportunity. You’ll pick the safest option for yourself and your future children.”

Stiles’ smirk brought out a sparkle of surprise in Peter’s eyes, the one he didn’t manage to hide in time.

“My pool of choice consists entirely of rich boys and trust fund brats,” he bit out. “Some poorer, some richer — I don’t care. All of them are ‘the safest’. Derek’s the one I happened to fall in love with.” Stiles leaned on the leather couch, his heart going miles in a second. “Besides, we’ve been together for half a year. Derek still has plenty of choices,” he finished bitterly.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

Stiles glared at his smug grin. The arrived food saved both of them, though Peter ordered a simple coffee, while Stiles had an entire breakfast set. Despite the sour mood, Stiles shoveled the chicken waffles into his mouth to fill the black hole his stomach had turned into.

When Derek came, he did so seething.

“What are you doing here,” he grit out. It must have been hard for him not to flush his eyes.

Stiles grabbed him by the edge of the sleeve and tugged him close. Derek went without fighting. He fell on the couch, sending death glares at his uncle, so Stiles quickly swung his leg over Derek’s knee to keep him at least somewhat trapped in place.

“Ah, nephew!” Peter gave him an overly sweet grin. “Congratulations!”

Derek’s face darkened. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled. “What are you doing here?”

Peter shrugged. “Getting acquainted with the newest member of our family.”

Stiles carefully avoided every gaze, though the heat flooded his cheeks all the same. Ignore the problem, and it will go away…

“Why are you doing it without my knowledge?” Derek leaned over the table, baring his fangs.

Stiles’ heart did a summersault. He glanced between the two Hales and chuckled a bit too loudly. “Hey, I can handle him—”

“Well…”

“I can, and I did!” Stiles pointed a finger at Peter who lifted his hands, giving up. “I’m a Sheriff’s kid, I interrogated my toys better than you.”

“Oh, tell me more about your toys…”

They bickered for the rest of the lunch. Derek slowly went from seething to annoyed until he finally eased into the couch with his hand clamped on Stiles’ thigh. Only in his presence did Stiles start to relax and enjoy the food. He offered Derek some, but the alpha shook his head; his eyes followed Stiles’ movements as he ate, which, for some reason, left him pleased.

At the end of it, though, Stiles whined long enough for his alpha to eat a club sandwich. He caught Peter rolling his eyes at his pushed-down, self-satisfied smirk.

Usually, Stiles was the loudest in the entire row of significant others. After the games, Stiles’ voice was gone (which spurred rounds of unnecessary comments about how good his throat must feel — Derek loved getting into fights because of those). He wore the university color stripes on his cheek, a huge smile on his face, and his alpha’s giant jersey that hung off his shoulders like a blanket.

This time, everyone pissed him off.

Stiles glared at the team of cheerleaders fluttering around the players. Their ponytails bobbed in such an annoying stupid way, good god. If Stiles were a cheerleader, he would’ve buzzed his fucking head down…

“What on Earth are you eating?”

Stiles swiveled his head toward Lydia who sat beside him, reapplying her lipstick.

“It’s a pickle corn dog.” He sniffed and took a big bite to annoy his friend more. “It’s defiffious.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“I said, it’s delicious.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

Stiles thrust the corndog at Lydia, making her cringe her nose. “The hell does that mean?”

Lydia looked him up and down, then sighed and put down her mirror. She glanced around, then threw him a pitying look.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test yet?”

Stiles’ tongue turned into ash.

Pregnancy—

It couldn’t be…

Lydia’s face softened as she looked into his widening eyes.

“You sang praises to your alpha when he brought you a burger with no pickles,” she said carefully. “Now look at yourself. And you’ve been complaining that your head hurts.”

“It’s just…” Stiles cleared his throat. “Just stress.”

“You are not that dumb.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Stiles stared at his corndog.

The stadium burst into yelling. Everybody but Stiles stood up, stomping and clapping their hands — a thundering wall of people, trapping him in. Their team ought to be on the field now. Derek—

Stiles’ stomach churned.

A small hand clasped him gently by the shoulder.

“Go,” said Lydia, tugging him up. “You have two hours, maybe three. Go.”

Stiles swallowed and stood up. He hoped Derek wasn’t looking for him in the crowd like he usually did.

“Stiles?”

He glanced at Lydia. The omega pursed her lips.

“Whatever you find out — whatever you decide — call me.”

Stiles nodded, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd, feeling nothing but void inside.

He wished it could swallow him whole.

The door banged open.

“You’ve ruined everything, Stilinski,” Jennifer complained. “You know he’s down there, right, waiting for—” She stuttered at the sight of him, curled up in a ball beside the bathtub. “Wow.” Her lips stretched in a smile. “You look like shit.”

Stilinski lifted his head off his knees and pinned his red puffy eyes on her. His jaw was clenched tight, which helped to hide his trembling lip.

“What the fuck do you want?” he rasped.

The phone rang somewhere in the bedroom.

Jennifer cocked her head. She took a quick look at the instructions unfolded on the closed toilet lid, a blue-white box on the sink, and finally, the pregnancy test lying on the washing machine. She grabbed it without hesitation.

Positive.

Her stomach flipped with glee. She had never felt this light.

It worked. She hoped, but… It worked!

“Wow, Stilinski,” she clucked her tongue. “That’s a new low.”

“Give it back,” he said in a dead voice. The phone rang again.

“First year…” She shook her head. A laugh bubbled out of her. “He’s gonna dump you now, you know that, right? Tell me you know that.”

“God, you’re such a bitch,” Stiles sneered. A fresh tear dripped down his cheek. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

“Sweetheart, everyone is going to leave you alone. Who would want a used omega?” Stiles’ shoulders tensed, and Jen could barely hold in a giggle. She tapped her finger against the test. “I’m going to the party. You vomit — you clean it up.”

She turned on her heels and strutted out of their dorm room, clutching the test inside her palm.

Derek caught it easily. His shoulders tensed as he turned the test in his big hands.

“That’s your omega,” Jen stopped before him, her hands on her sides. “I told you he’d do this to you. I fucking told you.”

Derek didn’t answer. If Jennifer didn’t know him better, she’d say he wasn’t surprised at all. The alpha, fresh out of the shower, with no trace of victory in his eyes, leaned against the black Camaro. Jen looked it over. The sex in the backseat should be phenomenal.

At last, Derek met her gaze. She shifted uncomfortably at his coldness, though she knew it wasn’t directed at her. It couldn’t be.

“I know it must be hard,” Jen nodded, stepping closer. The wind caught the princely swoop of Derek’s hair on his forehead, making Jen’s stomach flutter. God, he looked so big. “You need to make sure he doesn’t keep it. Can you imagine how much money he’ll milk out of you otherwise?”

“You think he’ll need it from me?”

Jen frowned. “Uh, of course, yeah.”

Derek looked down at the test. “We’ve known each other for a while, you and I,” he muttered.

Yes, yes, yes, thought Jennifer, her insides fluttering. She licked her lips, barely suppressing a smile.

“Quite right,” she purred.

The alpha didn’t meet her gaze. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes. Anything.”

Derek’s gaze wrapped around her face like a clawed hand.

“Do you know any good jewelry stores out here?” he asked quietly, inclining his head. “I’ve been thinking about buying an engagement ring for a while and...” He tapped the pregnancy taste against his palm, “I think this settles it.”

Jennifer’s smile wilted.

The sleep seemed impossible, yet when Stiles opened his eyes, the darkness managed to crawl inside the room. His eyes ached, dry of any tears. His entire body felt like it was run over by a bus. Stiles took a deep breath, and—

He stiffened.

Heavy, familiar arms rested on his stomach. A wall of heat pressed against his back. Stubble pricked his neck where the alpha with his heavenly masculine scent lay his cheek.

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut. His heart began racing, his stomach turned into knots.

Did he know? He couldn’t know. How would he? How on earth was Stiles supposed to tell him?

He swallowed a whimper when Derek’s fingers splayed against his stomach, so impossibly, painfully warm.

Would this be the last time they were lying in one bed together? The last time when Stiles gets to feel the heat of his embrace, so safe and close, so loving? Derek was always gentle with him so… Of course, he would be gentle while letting Stiles go.

“Next time,” Derek rumbled, making Stiles jump, “you answer when I call. Do you understand me?”

Stiles’ throat tightened painfully. “Yes.”

“I do not care what you think my reaction is going to be. You answer me.”

A small tear slipped from Stiles’ eye and soaked into the pillow.

“How did you get in?” he asked in a rasping voice.

Derek’s sigh coated Stiles’ neck. He fought a shiver when Derek’s lips descended against his skin.

“It’s funny that you think I would let anyone keep me from you.” A kiss under the earlobe, another on his wildly beating carotid artery. “Or that I would let you hide.”

Stiles breathed out. His heart ached from all the work. He picked at the thread of his blanket, his fingers weak and trembling.

Something hung between them, tremendous, heavy, pressing. It cinched Stiles’ throat like a noose.

Another kiss, a hint of fang against his delicate neck.

“Derek?” Stiles’ eyes closed.

“Mm?”

“I’m pregnant.”

As he expected, Derek wasn’t surprised. The alpha’s hand caressed his stomach, back and forth. It soothed Stiles against his will.

“I know.”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Stiles’ voice trembled.

“I know that, too.”

“I’m not a gold digger. I don’t need your money, or your connections, or… or investments—”

“Everything I have is already yours.”

Stiles clenched his jaw. “Derek.”

“Mm?”

“I can… find the clinic.”

Derek’s hands froze. Stiles’ heart pulsated in his throat, feverish in anticipation. Glacially slow, the alpha’s body started losing tension as the words sank in.

When he spoke, his voice was low and quiet.

“How about I find a house close to my pack for your father to move into?”

Stiles all but stopped breathing.

“What?” he mouthed.

“It’s nice out there. Lots of trees, fresh air. It would be good for him.”

“Derek—”

“It’s close to our own house,” Derek’s nose traced the edge of Stiles’ jaw. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind living near you. Or his grandkids.”

Stiles opened and closed his lips, stunned at the words coming out of the alpha’s mouth. As much as he tried, he couldn’t believe them, couldn’t even fathom that Derek thought about those things.

The alpha’s hand traveled lower and lower until it slipped under the edge of Stiles’ sweatpants.

“Derek…” the omega gasped when Derek stroked his cock.

The alpha held him safely in the circle of his arms, as he squirmed.

“I was never sure of my future, you know?” he said casually, bringing him to full hardness. It never took long, with Derek. “But then I laid my eyes on you, and suddenly it was clear. I knew right then that I was looking for you all this time.”

Stiles pushed back into Derek’s body, unable to get away from his caress. He grasped the covers in his fists, dug his nails into the fabric, and opened his mouth, gasping for air. Another tear slipped out of him and fell, splattering.

“I wanted to claim you that first time we had sex,” Derek murmured, kissing his arched neck. He bucked into Stiles, letting him feel his hardness. “When I first heard you moan, oh, I knew then that you would be mine.”

“A-ah…”

“None of them know how to take care of you.” Derek’s hand twisted just right, and Stiles covered his mouth to keep the filthy moan inside. He was already wet with slick, and it only spurred his alpha on. “They have no idea what it is like to have you.”

“I…”

“I will take care of you. I’ll give you everything you want before you even ask.” Stiles’ precome covered Derek’s fist, making the glide easier. The omega clasped Derek’s wrist, feeling it work under his palm. His mind began to cloud under the onslaught of his alpha’s overwhelming caress. “You think I don’t know that you want me to be your alpha? You called me that once, then acted skittish for an entire day, do you remember?”

Stiles clenched his lips tight, afraid of what would come out of his mouth, but nodded because… because his alpha was waiting for an answer.

Derek kissed him again, licking his cheek oh so softly. His stroking became more vigorous, making Stiles’ arch and tremble.

“I knotted you for the first time that same night. I thought you’d connect the dots, but you were too busy moaning.”

An incredulous sobbing laugh burst out of Stiles. He felt Derek’s smile against his neck.

“I’ll have to teach you how to demand things from me,” he said casually as if Stiles wasn’t busy falling apart. “What do you want, hmm? Tell me.”

“Mmm…”

“Come on, kitten, it’s not that hard.”

Covered in a thin film of sweat, Stiles’ cheeks filled with heat. God, they haven’t even looked each other in the eyes this evening…

“I…” he started, choking at the swipe against his leaking head.

“Do you want my money? I know you don’t need it, but do you want it?”

Stiles closed his eyes. “Yes,” he muttered, flaring from embarrassment. Despite it, a small tendril of elation burst inside him, as if… As if he was supposed to do it.

“Do you want my connections?”

Stiles groaned, humiliated, but so impossibly turned on.

“Yes.” His chest rose rapidly.

Derek licked his neck before biting at it gently. Stiles bit his lip, knowing full well that his alpha was conditioning him. He didn’t think he cared.

“Do you want to have a kid with me?” Derek asked gently, and Stiles broke.

“Yes,” he sobbed, tucking his face into the pillow and humping pitifully into his alpha’s tight hold. It burst out of him then — everything that ached in his soul for the past few months. “I want kids from you, I want your house, I want your car, and your fucking money, and I want your bite, and… You. I want you.”

“Good boy,” Derek murmured and twisted his hand just right.

Stiles came apart, sobbing. Derek held him as he shuddered, keeping their embrace tight and hot. Sweat covered his skin, making the shirt stick to his back, and, fuck, did he have to become so wet every time Derek got his hands on him? Stiles could feel it soaking into the front of Derek’s jeans.

The heavy breaths that wrecked his body, calmed down the longer Derek held him. Stiles’ body, all flushed and hot, melted into his arms, against his front, until he was nothing but a fabric doll with his strings cut.

Derek leaned his hips away. Stiles closed his eyes when he heard the buckle clink as it opened.

When Derek gently lifted his thigh, Stiles was ready. When the alpha’s hot cock breached him, Stiles did nothing but mewl as his body gave in.

Derek slid his arm under Stiles’ neck, pushed his face up, and finally kissed him on the lips. Stiles let him in, humming when their tongues met. The alpha held him firmly: Stiles’ face as they kissed, his waist as he fucked into him in short thrusts. Stiles could really offer nothing but his body, so wrung out he was.

He hissed at the stretch, making Derek chuckle, and held onto his arm wrapped around his chest.

“How are you still not used to it?” he murmured, scraping his stubble against Stiles’ neck.

Stiles didn’t answer and bit his lip. He didn’t know if he ever would get used to it. None of his toys stretched him as much as Derek could. The feeling of it, so heavy and hard inside him — that’s what he was used to. It was an addiction.

“You’re still so fucking sweet,” Derek breathed harshly, pushing his cock in and out, and rolled his hips. His hand flexed on Stiles’ waist, his fingers digging in. “I love you so fucking much…”

The alpha slammed inside, again and again, harder and rougher than before as if he was holding it in all this time. Stiles felt him deep, every inch of his hard throbbing length. The buckle of his jeans dug into Stiles’ thigh, leaving its mark.

His alpha was just as desperate for him as Stiles was.

The knowledge of it exhilarated.

“Alpha,” Stiles breathed out, unable to gather his voice. He could only whine and mewl, completely under Derek’s mercy.

Derek fucked him until he was a crying, writhing mess, and then slowly worked his knot in, careful but insistent. He always somehow made it fit, even though it seemed impossible.

And then, the euphoria hit. If Stiles was capable, he would’ve laughed at himself, lying there filled with his alpha’s come, plugged by his thick throbbing knot. Every movement brought the mewls out of him, which Derek immediately soothed and kissed off his lips.

“That’s it, kitten,” he rumbled, holding Stiles as he shivered and caught his breath. “Rest now.”

Stiles closed his eyes.

It was well after midnight when Derek fucked him again.

He lay there for a long time, staring at the sleeping omega under him. His flushed cheeks were soft under Derek’s fingers, achingly so. Even in his sleep, Stiles was milking his knot, sighing so softly each time.

The omega didn’t wake when Derek’s knot deflated and he slipped out. The trail of come followed, dripping down.

Derek smiled as he worked it back inside with tender fingers.

Stiles’ cheeks remained flushed from the heat between them. The air smelled thickly of sex, of his omega, and his slick, but most of all of how fertile he was. His omega was pregnant.

Derek kissed his neck, grinning all the time. His heart drummed at the thought of seeing Stiles grow heavy with his pups, and the image made him hard again.

He rearranged his omega so he would rest more comfortably, chuckling when Stiles hummed.

“Shh,” Derek muttered. “I tired you out, huh?”

Slowly, as not to wake him, Derek undressed him and cleaned him up. After checking the door (he didn’t need anyone coming in tonight), Derek slipped back into Stiles’ too-small bed and pressed his hard dick between the omega’s cheeks.

Stiles let his alpha move him as he liked: on his stomach, his ass propped up by the pillow. Derek lay on top of him, hooked his arms around Stiles’ chest, kneed his legs apart, and pushed inside.

The omega’s breath hitched. Derek murmured nonsense into his cheek, kissing everything he could reach, but didn’t stop his thrusts. He sank into the wet, loosened hole, rumbling from pleasure. When Derek reached the base, he allowed himself to just sit there, reveling in the feeling.

Stiles’ lips slipped open. His forehead creased at the intrusion.

Tomorrow, he would wake up sore and wet, and would immediately know what happened. Stiles always spent the next day unable to look Derek in the eyes, red-faced, and smelling like he could come any second.

Derek pressed his front flush to Stiles’ back and undulated his hips, slowly driving his cock in and out. Now that he got rid of desperation, he would fuck Stiles for a long time, letting his knot sit inside, then fuck him again. He would be careful, though, not to disturb his omega’s beauty sleep.

Stiles moaned softly. His eyelashes fluttered but never opened. Derek wondered if he was dreaming of him, of their sex — if he knew, even in his sleep, what his alpha was doing.

His heavy balls slapped against Stiles’ small ones when he pounded the omega. Slick filthy sounds filled the room, the loudest of all Derek’s grunts. God, he would never let Stiles get away from him. He had to keep this omega all to himself, forever.

Derek tightened his hold on his shoulders and slipped his other hand on Stiles’ flat stomach.

“Mine,” he breathed out heavily. “All mine.”

Stiles answered with his gasping, sleepy, “uh, uh, uh”.

“A little more,” Derek rasped, grinding into him. His knot was ready to pop to its full size, and he needed to get it inside. He grabbed Stiles’ hips and held him in place as he worked his knot in. His balls tightened, and he spilled inside with a moan, pumping his omega full of his come. Stiles had no idea how potent its smell was to werewolves, and Derek doubted he would ever comprehend it in full. But anyone — any creature — who came across Stiles would know that he was claimed and by whom.

Derek kissed across Stiles’ shoulders and lifted himself off, letting his poor omega breathe. He checked Stiles’ stretched hole, flashing his eyes at the sight of it clenched around his knot, and rolled them onto their sides. Stiles whined in protest in his sleep, his walls fluttering weakly against Derek’s pulsating cock, and the alpha stroked his stomach and thighs, his neck and his shoulders, muttering soothing words.

Without pulling out, he settled into a light sleep.

“It suits you.”

Stiles glanced up from his reflection right as Derek’s hands weaved around him and settled on his lower stomach. Both stared at the freshly scarred bite that settled into Stiles' skin.

Derek kissed it lightly.

“You shouldn’t have healed it,” said Stiles, leaning back into his alpha. “Now everyone will think you bit me on our first date.”

“Let them.”

Stiles chuckled. “I think I made at least half of the dorm cry. Paige sobbed for, like, two hours straight.”

Derek frowned. “Who?”

Stiles bit his lip, but couldn’t hide a smile. He swirled around, caught his alpha’s face in his hands, and kissed him.

“Is he serious?”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Dad. Do you think anyone would buy me this,” he lifted a hand with a heavy glistening diamond ring sitting on his slender finger, “just for fun?”

Dad gave him an exasperated glare. “I meant me moving closer, not the…” he waved at the ring and turned away with a sigh. At the foredeck, Derek and Peter were arguing about what bait to use for the tuna; Talia was sunbathing alongside her daughters, and the others hid below the deck — it was nap time for kids. Dad squinted against the sun. “That’s the least he could do.”

“Dad.”

“I told you I’m happy.” He wiggled in his seat. “I just thought you would at least finish university.”

Stiles snorted and folded his hands on his albeit small baby bump. He didn’t understand the omegas who were embarrassed by them, but, perhaps, that was Derek’s fault — the alpha went glassy-eyed every time he saw it. Also, phenomenal, vigorous sex got rid of any insecurities Stiles could have had.

“It’s not like Derek’s keeping me chained,” said Stiles. “I’ll go back after I recover. There is no shortage of nannies and with Talia the first in line... Yeah, I can easily go back.”

“Good.”

“Besides, four years is a good difference between siblings.”

Dad choked on his lemonade. Stiles burst into laughter at his father’s cursed muttering; he laughed and laughed until his cheeks heated, wet with mirthful tears.

When Stiles lifted his eyes, he found Derek’s gaze trained on him. It seemed that the alpha had been staring at him for a while.

His smile shined quietly with content.