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Stiles was lying across Derek's lap, sighing in contentment as Derek combed his fingers through his hair.
"How did you guys get together?" Liam asked, shocking everyone out of the comfortable silence.
"That's a good question," Scott said.
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked, sitting up. "You know how we got together."
"Not really," Scott responded. "All I know is when you came bursting into my house and yelled, DEREK AND I ARE MATED!"
Derek laughed, and Stiles glared at him before mumbling something that sounded a lot like fuck you.
"Well, spill. All the nitty-gritty details," Isaac said, sitting down next to Scott, who took his hand.
"Why? It's not that interesting," Derek said, continuing to pet Stiles.
"We're just curious," Theo said, running his hand up and down Liam's thigh.
Stiles turned to Derek with a shit-eating grin on his face."Can I tell them?"
Derek waved his hand dismissively, and Stiles turned back to the group, practically bouncing with excitement.
"Well, it started when we caught Isaac and Scott fucking in coach's office..."
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Stiles opened his lacrosse locker, groaning with the effort of moving his shoulder. Greenberg had rammed into his shoulder, and now it ached like hell. Scott had tried to take away his pain, but it hadn't done much in terms of the long term.
"Is everyone gone?" Scott asked, poking his head around Finstock's door.
"Yeah, but why are you hiding?"
Scott sheepishly rounded the corner, covered in hickeys and limping.
"Really? Coach's office out of all places?" Stiles asked, rolling his eyes. "Was it your's or Isaac's idea?"
"Mine," Scott answered sheepishly.
"Scotty, I must say I'm surprised."
Scott grinned, and Isaac came around the corner, adjusting his pants. He smiled at Stiles and kissed the side of Scott's neck, whose eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"I don't need to see that," Stiles said, waving a hand towards them.
"Don't need to see what?" Derek asked, making Stiles jump.
"Scott and Isaac are turning each other on."
Derek nodded, sniffing the air.
"Is that why it smells like arousal in here?" he asked, glancing between all three boys.
"Aw, Derek, you still don't know? You turn me on," Stiles responded.
Derek's eyes widened, and his eyebrow raised. After a second of a surprised glance, Derek started smirking and stepped towards Stiles.
"Derek, what are you doing?" Stiles, taking a step back against his locker.
"Well, you said I turned you on..."
Stiles swallowed and stared at Derek, whose smirk turned into a full-out grin. Derek placed both hands on the outside of Stiles's head, caging him in place. Stiles felt himself starting to get hard, and he swallowed, fighting the urge to press his lips against Derek's.
'Fuck it,' Stiles thought as he leaned forward.
"You gonna kiss me, Sourwolf?" Stiles asked, lips brushing against Derek's as he spoke.
Derek growled and backed up, but not before Stiles noticed the prominent bulge in Derek's pants. Derek left as quickly as he came, leaving Stiles sexually frustrated, smug, and slightly pissed off. Stiles turned and froze when he saw Isaac and Scott watching with wide eyes and smirks.
"We should go. The bell will ring soon," Stiles said, shouldering his backpack and quickly leaving the room.
Scott and Isaac quickly exchanged glances before practically running after Stiles.
"Stiles, what the hell was that?" Scott asked.
"What was what?"
"You know what. How long have you and Derek been together?"
Stiles burst out laughing until he had tears running down his face.
"Derek and I? Yeah, right."
"Well, you were both aroused, going by the smell in that room. And that smell was not just Scott and me."
Stiles glanced at the two of them before sighing.
"Fine! I like the asshole. I am sexually attracted to Derek. I want him to fuck me until I see stars. Happy?"
Scott and Isaac stood silently for a second before Scott asked, "Is that all you want?"
Stiles glared before sighing again.
"No. I want to date the idiot. I'm in love with him."
Both werewolves waited for the lie, but when they didn't hear or smell anything. their eyes widened.
"You're not kidding..." Scott said, looking at his best friend in surprise.
"No, I'm not fucking kidding. Don't get involved," Stiles said, quickly looking at them.
"Why not? We can help you," Scott said.
"Do not get involved," Stiles said, wagging a finger at them.
"Why not?" Isaac asked.
"Because. I want to do this by myself, and, unlike the Lydia plan, this one might work."
"Can I at least know the plan?" Scott asked.
"Nope," Stiles answered, popping the p.
Scott glanced at Isaac before nodding slowly. "OK, just let us know if you need anything."
Stiles nodded and turned to his locker, grabbing the textbooks he needed for homework. When he turned around, he ran straight into a brick wall, or what he thought was a brick wall.
When Stiles looked up, he swallowed thickly. Derek's green eyes were staring down at him intently.
"Hey, Der-Bear. Can I help you with something?"
"You weren't lying earlier."
"Hmm?"
"About wanting fuck me."
Stiles's brain blanked for a minute, opening and closing his mouth before his brain kicked back online. Stiles leaned closer, brushing his lips against Derek's ear.
"No, see, that's where you're wrong. I want you to fuck me."
Stiles noticed the slight catch in Derek's breath and stance and grinned.
"Come on, Hale. Kiss me."
He growled softly, nosing underneath Stiles's chin. Stiles arched his neck, enjoying the feeling of Derek sniffing around down there.
"Mate..." Derek growled out, almost too softly for Stiles to hear.
"Mate?" Stiles asked.
Derek froze. "What did you just say?"
"Mate. You mumbled it out just a couple of seconds ago..."
Derek's eyes widened, and he stepped back. "I didn't..."
"Derek?"
Derek stood there in shock for a second before taking off down the hallway.
"Derek!"
Stiles stood there in stunned silence, not knowing what to think. He stared at the wall in front of him for a couple of seconds.
"What the fuck..."
When he turned to his locker, he was surprised to see Scott and Isaac poking their heads around the corner.
"Nosy assholes. You can come over here."
Scott and Isaac hesitantly walked back around the corner.
"Ok, are you finally going to tell me what the fuck is going on?"
"Derek just called me his mate."
Both Scott and Isaac's mouths dropped open. "Holy shit."
Stiles nodded numbly, not knowing what to say.
"Did he say, mate?"
" He said it while he was attempting to bury his nose in my neck."
"He scented you? That's a big deal, Stiles."
"Do you scent each other?"
"We're mates, Stiles; We have mating bites. Yes, scenting each other is kind of par for the course."
"Does it always feel so good?"
"With mates, it does."
Stiles nodded, seemingly lost in thought.
"I should be heading back to my house. I'll talk to you guys later."
Stiles walked around them, heading towards the front door. Stiles's brain was going a million miles an hour. Mostly with everything Derek-related. Stiles drove home on auto-pilot, somehow not killing anyone on the way home.
Stiles left his jeep, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Derek sitting on his front porch.
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"Derek?" Stiles asked.
"Can we talk?" Derek asked.
"Yeah," Stiles gestured for him to follow him inside, glancing back to make sure he followed.
Stiles shut the door behind him, turning to Derek, who was awkwardly standing by the kitchen.
"What's going on?" Stiles asked, going to the pantry.
"I wanted to talk to you about the...thing...I called you earlier."
"Ok," Stiles said, slowly sitting down at the table.
"I think you're my mate," Derek said, hard eyes staring past Stiles at the wall.
"I agree with you," Stiles said calmly, although his heart was beating a million miles an hour.
Derek stopped and stared briefly, his brain not seeming to compute what Stiles had just said.
"What do you mean you agree?"
"I was thinking about it, and you're right. We drive each other crazy, but god forbid anything happens to each other. We would light the world on fire to fix it."
Derek nodded slowly, not saying anything. Stiles stood and stepped closer to Derek, whose eyes narrowed. Stiles kept stepping closer until he was pressed up against Derek's chest.
"Come on, Derek. Kiss me."
Derek growled, pressing his lips to Stiles. Stiles moaned loudly, melting into the kiss. Derek pressed Stiles harder and moved to press him against the wall.
"Derek, we should move this to my bedroom," Stiles said, panting.
Derek smirked against Stiles's lips, picking him up. Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, never breaking contact. Derek carefully carried him up the stairs, all while Stiles was currently licking and biting down his neck. Stiles licked that particular spot on his neck, and Derek growled deeply. Derek threw Stiles onto the bed, kneeling over him. Derek nosed down Stile's throat, stopping when Stiles raked his hands down Derek's back. Stiles moaned when Derek bit gently, doing a pseudo-mating bite. Stiles tugged on the bottom of Derek's shirt, attempting to pull it off of Derek. Derek ripped the shirt off, throwing it to the side. Derek also took Stiles's shirt off, throwing it behind him.
"Derek, babe, kiss me."
Derek paused at the nickname but caved to Stiles's wishes. When kissing turned into panting breaths against each other's lips, Derek decided to tease Stiles as much as possible. Derek started kissing down Stiles's neck, nipping at the spot where his mating mark would go.
"Der, Der, bite me. Please..."
Derek paused his ministrations to look at Stiles for a long moment, studying his mate's face.
"Are you sure, Stiles? That's a permanent mark I'm leaving on you."
"I know, Derek. Mark me. Make me yours..."
Derek stopped fighting the urge and leaned down. "This might hurt," he whispered, licking the spot first.
Stiles nodded and arched his neck. Derek felt his fangs lengthen, and he bit down, feeling his teeth bite through the skin. Stiles groaned loudly, lifting his hips for friction against Derek's thigh.
Derek smelt the arousal in the air and felt the warmth of Stiles come on his pants. His wolf growled in appeasement, allowing Derek to finally release Stiles's neck.
"That. Was fucking amazing," Stiles said, grinning dopily at the ceiling.
Before Derek could say anything, Stiles rolled him onto his back, staring down at Derek.
"Can I bite you now?" Stiles asked, shifting so he was right on Derek's cock.
Derek gripped Stiles's thighs in a tight grip, and he nodded. Stiles kissed him softly, pressing his lips against Derek's. Stiles's mouth moved down Derek's throat, licking on the bend of his neck before biting down.
Derek's eyes flashed, and he groaned loudly. There was a rush of euphoria, and Derek arched against Stiles as he came. Stiles was grinning down at Derek, brown eyes glittering. Derek smirked and flipped them, running a hand down Stile's abs.
"Derek, come on. Fuck me."
Derek grinned and popped the button on Stile's jeans. Stiles wiggled on the bed until Derek could take off his jeans and boxers. Stiles hissed at the cold air on his dick, moaning when Derek's hand started circling his cock.
"Take your pants off," Stiles said, panting.
Stiles rolled them over, and his fingers were dancing along Derek's waistband. Stiles quickly undid Derek's button and yanked his boxers and jeans off.
"What are we doing?"
"What do you mean?" Derek asked, running his hands through Stile's hair.
"What do you want to do?" Stiles asked, looking up through his eyelashes. "Have my ride you? Fuck me from behind?"
Derek's hand gripped tighter in Stile's hair when Stiles mentioned riding him, and Stiles smirked.
"There's lube in the bedside table. There's no protection in there, though," Stiles paused. "Do we even need it now that we're mated?"
Derek shook his head and gently led Stiles down to kiss him. It started gentle and slow, but when Stiles reached down and tweaked a nipple. Derek groaned, and his fingers ran up and down Stile's back.
"Babe, get the lube," Stiles said.
Derek grinned, reaching over to dig through the nightstand drawer. His fingers closed around what felt like a lube bottle. When he pulled the bottle out, Derek's eyes glittered with mischievousness.
"Stiles, this bottle is nearly empty."
Stiles flushed down to his chest, grabbing a full bottle from the drawer.
"Do you want a show, or do you want to do it yourself?" Stiles asked, waving his fingers.
"I'll do it," Derek said, unsnapping the lid. Stiles grinned and maneuvered them, so Stiles bent over the top of the bed and Derek lay down under him.
Derek smirked, moving his fingers down Stiles's spine. His fingers ghosted down Stile's crack, ghosting around his hole. Stiles pushed his ass back, seeking friction. Derek grinned and drizzled the lube onto his fingers.
"Come on, Derek," Stiles groaned out, pushing his hips back.
Derek slowly inserted a finger, watching Stiles's face progressively change. It went from pain to pleasure, and Stiles attempted to ride his finger. Stiles was already panting and moaning.
" Der, come on, another one. Please," Stiles was practically begging, attempting to move Derek's finger to brush his prostate. Derek slowly inserted a second finger, scissoring Stiles.
"Uhh, fuck..." Stiles was whimpering out. "God, Jesus!"
Derek grinned when he got Stiles's prostate, moaning when he felt Stiles clench around him. Derek inserted a third finger, getting harder second by second.
"Derek, please fuck me. Please, please..."
Derek nodded, pulling out his fingers. Stiles grabbed Derek's cock, lining it up with his hole. Stiles's mouth dropped open when the tip entered his hole, and Derek gripped Stiles's ass like it would run away.
"Fuck, Derek, you're so big," Stiles moaned as he got halfway down.
It was currently taking all of Derek's willpower not to fuck into Stiles's tight heat, desperate to See Stile's face when he orgasmed. Both men groaned when Stiles finally bottomed out, Stiles throwing his head back. Derek thrust up without warning when he saw Stiles's mating bite, and Stiles all but screamed when Derek's dick hit his prostate dead on.
"Harder, Derek. Please, harder. Want to feel your dick after we're done."
Derek stuttered at the filthy words coming from Stiles's mouth, not surprised that Stiles was vocal during sex. But, man, he was not expecting those words to come out of Stiles's mouth. Derek rolled them over so Stiles was on his back, and Derek was fucking into him. Stiles's hands automatically went to wrap hands around Derek's neck, pulling him down for a filthy opened mouth kiss. Derek began grinding while Stiles flicked his tongue around in Derek's mouth, and Stiles stopped to moan loudly.
"Come on, Derek, fuck me. Hard."
Who was Derek to resist?
Derek started slowly at first, gradually speeding up as Stiles urged him on faster and faster. One of Derek's hands rested on Stiles's hip; the other braced on the headboard. Derek was hammering into Stiles, dragging on his prostate.
"Derek, Derek, I'm going to cum," Stiles panted out, reaching down to place a hand on his cock.
"Then cum for me, Stiles," Derek whispered into Stiles's ear.
Stiles cried out as he came, cum landing on his stomach and chest. Derek followed shortly after, biting down on Stiles's mating bite. Stiles was shaking underneath Derek, panting heavily.
"That was amazing," Stiles said, running a hand through his hair.
Derek nodded, collapsing next to Stiles.
"You realize you're stuck with me forever now, right?" Stiles asked, rolling over and placing a hand on Derek's chest.
"And that's bad news?" Derek asked, grinning over at Stiles.
Stiles leaned forward and pressed another kiss to Derek's lips, and Derek rolled over to lean over him.
"Round two?"
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"And that's how we got together," Stiles finished, ending with a flourish.
The room was quiet, but all the boys were grinning.
"So, I did know most of the story," Scott said.
"I fucking told you," Stiles said, glancing over at them.
"What about you two?" Theo asked, gesturing to Scott and Isaac.
"Well, it started like this..."