Tag: alpha!stiles

elisera:

Stiles snaps his mouth shut mid-sentence, his nostrils flaring as he catches Derek’s scent, and he doesn’t bother saying goodbye to the others as he turns away. Derek’s only just gotten out of his cruiser but the air is already heavy with the scent of his impending heat; it’s not something anyone with a nose can ignore or misinterpret. It’s enough to have Stiles’ nipple go tight, to make his dick fatten up in his shorts, his body getting ready to fuck. Stiles tucks the corners of his mouth down as he rounds Lydia’s car, swaggering towards Derek. Derek doesn’t take kindly to teasing when his heat brings him to Stiles.

No. Derek in heat is a willful, bossy creature, and Stiles never had a pliant omega under him, only ever had Derek since he popped his first knot at fifteen. He knows only the taste of Derek’s slick and come, knows only what it means to be manhandled into place by an omega in need. Knows how sweet it is when Derek, fucked-out and blissful from hours of breeding, gives himself over in the end, lets Stiles push him onto his back and pull his legs apart, sink into him and fuck him, hold him down.

It’s been two years now of shared heats and ruts, but outside of it, they’re still only the Sheriff’s son and the town’s best deputy to each other, never mind that everyone knows what’s going on.

Stiles is the kid Derek fucks when he can’t stay away, and Derek is the omega Stiles set his eyes on when he was fourteen and couldn’t even knot his own hand yet.

When he flicks his eyes up, Derek’s leaning back against the cruiser. He’s still in uniform, and he looks angry, pissed off, his arms crossed over his chest, and Stiles scents the air as he closes in on him.

“Already messing up your pants, huh,” he says, feeling a little dizzy with how prominent the scent of Derek’s slick is in the air this close to him.

Derek looks Stiles up and down, and Stiles straightens up in response. “You look like a fucking tool.”

Stiles smirks, unable to help himself as his dick goes fully hard between one heartbeat and the next. “I have a tool to fuck you—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Derek presses out between clenched teeth, grabbing Stiles by the arm and pushing him up against the car, crowding up against him and caging him in with his arms. “Just shut up, Stiles.”

Stiles licks his lips, hooks his fingers into Derek’s belt loops and pulls him in until Derek has to feel how hard Stiles is already for him, how good he’ll knot him. “Make me.”