denaceleste:

Hi there nonnie! This prompt inspired me so much that I wrote it in two days. *blush* Hope you like it! 

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His Private Alpha – (on AO3)

Summary: 

Derek may be Alpha of the pack, but after particularly stressful battles he needs Stiles to take charge.

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Derek folded his arms over his chest, his shoulders hunched ever
so slightly, and his fangs peeking through his lips.

Stiles sighed. “Derek, come here.”

The werewolf shook his head, eyebrows furrowed, ducked away,
crossing their living room to stare out the floor to ceiling windows that
looked out on the Preserve.

He tutted and gentled his voice further; Stiles always got
further with honey than vinegar. “Sweet wolf, come here, please.” He pointed to
the floor in front of where he sat, then leaned back into the comfort of their
designated Quiet Chair.

Derek glanced at him from the corner of his eye but worked his
way over in spurts. He’d pause by the couch, again by the bookshelf, then the
table.

Finally, he stood in front of Stiles, head tilted to the side to
expose his neck.

“Good boy,” Stiles murmured, and thoroughly enjoyed the flush
that stained his wolf’s cheeks and neck. “Kneel for me, please.”

“Yes, Alpha.” The words slurred, but the fact that Derek spoke
was a step in the right direction. Stiles hummed and carded his fingers through
that dark, fluffy hair.

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