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gamerwoo · 1 month ago

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Bang Chan: The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Three)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, angst, sorta fluff if you think about it (minho and seungmin just really love chan), reader's kinda thrown around and choked (not in a good way), lots of mentions of death but nobody dies, [dialogue in bold is meant to be korean]

Word count: 2,990

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

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“Fucking– Wake up!”

It was the fact he was being shaken that woke up Minho, not the sharp whisper in the darkness. His eyes snapped open, easily seeing Seungmin above him. He began to grumble something about him fucking off, but he noticed the panic on his brother’s face and rubbed at his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked groggily, trying to sit up but having to untangle himself from Jisung.

“I think _____ is leaving,” he hissed, eyes wide.

That woke Minho up very quickly. He froze, staring at Seungmin with equally-wide eyes. His heart fell straight into the pit of his stomach. You were leaving? You couldn’t leave! That meant death for their alpha, and if Chan died– God, what were they going to do without him?!

It was the dead of night, and you hadn’t slept that night. You just laid in bed, trying to keep your breathing and heart calm and even so Chan wouldn’t worry or suspect anything. And once you waited at least an hour after the house completely settled, you quietly stood and walked to the window.

Seungmin was just going to the bathroom, walking down the short hallway to the stairs. But having to pass your room at the top of the flight, he heard the slight creak of the window opening that he wouldn’t have heard had he been asleep. Carefully, he tip-toed to your door and pressed his ear against it just to really make sure he was hearing what he feared.

He could hear the sound of your clothes shuffling as you tried to climb out of the window, and he heard the quiet snap of a twig as your hand gripped part of the branch.

That was when he went to Minho, unsure of what to do but knowing Minho of all people would definitely find a way to keep you from leaving.

Sure enough, Minho was out of bed in seconds, effectively rousing the younger wolf who slept curled up against the wall. As he whined sleepily and mumbled to ask what was happening, the other two wolves bolted out of the bedroom, leaving the door open as they went straight for your bedroom.

Seungmin hadn’t thought to just fling open your door himself. He wasn't sure what he would do once it was open and he was face-to-face with you.

Minho tried the knob, feeling that it was locked.

Hearing the jiggle of the knob, your eyes widened and your head whipped around to look at the door. Then you turned back, working at double speed to get your body fully in the tree so you could climb your way down. You worked quickly when climbing up and down trees. It was something you were just really good at as a hunter – you kind of had to be.

A silly little door lock was no match for Minho, though. He easily broke through the locked door, and before you could drop down a couple branches to get away faster, the back of your shirt was roughly tugged on until a pair of hands grabbed under your arms and began dragging you back into the house.

Wordlessly, you were thrown backwards onto the ground with a very-not-quiet, “Oof!”

Thankfully, your head didn’t hit the hardwood floor.

Your eyes opened, and suddenly, the two wolves were bent down over you, their hands pinning you down so you couldn’t escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Minho demanded even though you hardly understood what he said.

From the open doorway, you could see lights starting to illuminate their faces as doors were opened and the hallway light turned on. But the thing you noticed the most was a heavy pair of footsteps racing up the stairs.

“Who said you could leave?” Minho growled, getting even more in your face than he already was. “Huh?”

“What the hell are you two doing?!” Chan’s voice boomed from the doorway.

Seungmin got up and ran toward the door, but you didn’t see where he went. You assumed to stop Chan from getting to you.

“Please just trust us!” Seungmin begged, blocking the doorway and wrapping his arms around the alpha to pin his arms to his sides.

But Seungmin wasn’t a match for Chan. He shoved him off roughly, only for Seungmin to get caught by Changbin and Hyunjin as they tried to orient themselves after being woken up from their slumbers.

Chan marched straight to Minho and grabbed him by the back of the collar. His hands were ripped off of you as Chan spun the younger wolf around to face him, his hands gripping his shoulders roughly, his nails digging into the thin fabric of his shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing to her?” he seethed.

“She’s trying to leave, Chan!” Seungmin shouted from the doorway, starting to stalk back into the room to defend Minho’s actions. “We can’t let her leave!”

The wolves in the doorway froze at his words. They looked around to each other, worry and fear on their faces and in their eyes. Their hearts sank, a pang of sadness hitting them at the mere thought of Chan starting to deteriorate after you left.

Chan stopped, the anger slipping from his face as his brother’s words sunk in. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, still on the floor. You could see the hurt in his eyes and the confusion on his face.

“Is– …Are you really leaving?” he asked you quietly.

You had pushed yourself to sit up on your hands, looking up at the exchange in front of you. But once he locked eyes with you, you found it hard to look at him, looking at Minho, then Seungmin who had come back into your view, then down at your feet out in front of you.

“I need to go home…” was all you mumbled in reply, brows set low and a slight frown on your face.

Chan surely had to know you had to go back eventually. Your dad and brother would go looking for you eventually, and you didn’t know what they’d do if they found you living willingly in a den of werewolves – and you didn’t want to find out, either.

All night, you fought with the idea of leaving. You didn’t know how to do it or bring it up or anything, but it had to be done. You weren’t safe there, and they weren’t safe with you there – the latter was a thought that made your eyes fill with tears that you had to use all of your strength to stop from escaping. But what really upset you was how conflicted you were because you knew you didn’t want to leave and you hated that you didn’t want to. You wanted to just…be normal. You wanted to stop having these feelings that caused an internal battle in you; that made you hear the voices of your brother and father in your head, telling you how useless and awful of a person you were.

His eyebrows furrowed as he always looked away from you, trying to work things out in his mind, mumbling, “Yeah…home…right…”

He knew he wasn’t holding you captive, so he thought maybe you were staying because you felt the pull and couldn’t ignore it. But, maybe at the beginning, you had thought you were his captive. And maybe he should’ve let you think that. He didn’t think his words would’ve been the push to make you leave.

No, even if he knew you’d leave, he wouldn’t have lied to you like that. Your comfort was his number one priority, even if it killed him in the end.

“Um–” he cleared his throat as tears started to fill his eyes as his heart silently shattered.

He was being denied. If you left, he was sure he’d never see you again, and then…he’d die. That was it.

What was worse was his pack had to watch it happen right in front of them. They had to witness the beginning of the end for their alpha. You denying him right before their very eyes, and then it would all be downhill from there. He would slowly die before their eyes after you left, over the course of a month or so. But what could they do to stop it? Force you to stay?

Chan blinked back his tears and coughed quietly as his arms fell away from Minho, “I-is there…any way I could maybe…convince you? To…stay…?”

“Please don’t make this worse,” you begged in a whisper, your eyes beginning to fill with stinging tears like they had only a couple hours ago, so you squeezed them shut.

Maybe when you opened them, he would be gone and you’d be back in your own house and all of this would’ve been some fever-induced hallucination.

“I don’t think it could get much worse,” he let out a sad, airy laugh as he scratched the back of his head. Finally, he had gained the courage to look at you. “Can I walk you out at least?”

“I…don’t think that would be good,” you replied. “For either of us.”

You still wouldn’t look at him as you stood up from the floor, and he stepped out of your way to let you go even though everything in him screamed for him to block your exit. He wanted to put his arms against your doorframe and convince you to stay. He wanted to hold you prisoner if he had to. But if you wanted to leave, he would let you. Even if it hurt.

Even though it would kill him.

Just as you turned to face the full doorway, you were shoved back in by a force that made you let out a gasp. Chan couldn’t even react, not knowing it was coming. But as his brain registered what had happened, he was suddenly being held tightly by two sets of arms and dragged backwards toward the door. His own arms were pinned to his sides while he was fighting to be released and save you from whatever or whoever had attacked.

“Stop wiggling!” Changbin grunted, as he used all of his strength to hold onto his alpha. “Just trust us!”

“Changbin, let me go!” Chan demanded as he continued to fight against his brother.

“We can’t let you die!” Felix was sobbing as he kept a tight hold on Chan, fat tears sliding down his cheeks.

Chan was finally able to see that Seungmin had tackled you to the ground. Inside the room, you had rolled with a weight on top of you, pinning you down. Your eyes opened to see Seungmin looming above you, eyes blood red as they stared down at you with such an intensity, it made you freeze up.

He figured if nobody else would do anything about it, he would take matters into his own hands. Who cares if Chan yelled at him? He’d put up with his alpha for far too long to just let him die like this. Not if he had anything to say about it.

“You’re not leaving,” he spat.

Your instincts started to kick in. You weren’t going to back down to him. You didn’t the first time, and you weren’t going to start.

Your eyes narrowed, “I’m not a prisoner here. Chan sa–”

“I don’t give a shit about what Chan said,” he scoffed. “You’re our prisoner then.”

You were confused about who ‘our’ would include, until you looked behind Seungmin. Minho stood in the doorway, eyes the same angry red as Seungmin’s. He grinned and waved with his fingers when you looked at him, then he slowly started walking toward the two of you and crouched down beside his brother.

“We know you’re no real werewolf hunter,” Seungmin continued, drawing your attention back to him. “You could never win a real fight against either of us, so I suggest you don’t go picking one. If you don’t stay put, we’ll go for round two. Understood?”

“You don’t scare me,” you told him flatly.

You were suddenly lifted up, but it happened so fast you didn’t realize he was holding you by your neck until you were slammed against the back wall. Minho’s hand gripped your neck hard enough to block your airway enough to have you gasping.

Seungmin flinched when the back of your head hit the wall. He knew they had to intimidate you, but he didn’t expect Minho to take it that far.

“Lee Minho!” Chan roared, and Changbin had to really struggle to keep the alpha at bay. Even the other wolves behind him started trying to keep him from attacking, though they were beginning to question if they should.

He growled, his face inches from yours. And all you could do was stare back, your hands clawing at Minho’s. He said everything he needed to with his red eyes that glared at you. This was a threat. And part of you felt compelled not to test him.

After what felt like forever, he released you, and with a gasp, you fell to the floor. He looked down at you for another moment before he turned and walked back to your doorway. Once he reached Seungmin, he turned around again to see you had stood up. There was a red mark forming on your neck, and his demeanor faltered for a moment, clearing his throat.

“You stay in the house,” Minho told you, but his voice wasn’t as forceful as it was before, “or one of us will hunt you down.”

Even though it was the first time Minho spoke to you in a language you could understand, you just glared at them as they stalked away. Changbin had dragged Chan back and away from the doorway so the two could leave, Minho closing the door behind him. The first thing you did was throw your boot at the closed door.

As soon as the door was closed, Changbin and the pack let go of Chan, who immediately stormed up to the two men who seemed to have orchestrated the entire plan.

“Chan, I–” Seungmin began, but the alpha’s glare was on the man next to him.

He focused on Minho, gripping him by the collar as he seemed unfazed.

“I don’t think we really hurt her, for what it’s worth. I think she just hates us even more,” Minho noted calmly despite his angry alpha getting in his face. “She looked pretty pissed when I shut the door.”

“I said not to overstep boundaries, and to make her comfortable; I specifically told her I wasn’t going to force her to stay here!” Chan exclaimed, steam practically blowing out of his ears. “And what do you two dickheads go do?!”

“Sorry I don’t want you to die, Chan,” Minho stated plainly.

“I would rather die than have her get hurt or be afraid of us – of me!”

“But what about us?” Seungmin asked him, getting worked up all over again. “Hmm? Does it matter what we’d rather have?”

That made Chan pause, his grip on Minho loosening.

“We know how you feel about _____’s feelings,” Felix began, still sniffling, “but…we can’t lose you.”

He was sobbing all over again, so Jeongin wrapped his arms around him and tried to shush him despite his own tears silently falling.

“If you die, what are we supposed to do?” Hyunjin asked, his lower lip quivering. “Yeah, one of us will become the new alpha, but we don’t want one of us to be alpha. We want you.”

“And what if it’s Seungmin?” Jisung wailed.

Changbin patted Chan’s shoulder, “We understand you being considerate of _____ and her feelings. We get that she’s going through a lot mentally and emotionally. But… How do I put this…?”

“You forgot to think about your pack,” Minho spat harshly as he brushed off Chan’s grip on him. “You know, the guys that have been with you for years? Your brothers? Your family?”

“Thank god some of us are thinking with our brains and not just our dick,” Seungmin mumbled, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms again.

The ones who were crying started laughing, wiping their tears on the backs of their arms or their hands. Changbin snorted and shook his head.

“It’s his heart,” Jeongin corrected. “Don’t be gross. It's 1am, I really don't want to think about Chan being so horny he'd essentially kill himself.”

Despite Jeongin trying to lighten the conversation, it was now Chan’s turn to start crying, eyes turning glossy as his lower lip quivered, “I’m– …I– …I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want _____ to be overwhelmed or unhappy, and I don’t care what happens to me as long as she’s happy. B-But… I-I didn’t think–”

He gasped before he broke down into sobs, covering his face with his hands. Changbin continued to rub his shoulder, but Seungmin was now laughing watching the alpha cry. Still, he pulled him in for a hug and let Chan cry into his shoulder.

“We get what you’re going through is a lot,” Felix nodded as he reached out to pat his back.

“We’ll do everything we can to help make it easier,” Jisung promised.

Meanwhile, in Chan’s bedroom, you were full of all sorts of emotions – none of them good. You were fuming about Seungmin and Minho throwing you around like a ragdoll, you were nervous about your family going searching for you, and you were afraid of what would happen if they did find you.

But now there wasn’t anything that you could do about the latter. You were now suddenly their captive, and because you weren’t sure which one was the alpha – you were guessing Minho or Seungmin – you were sure Chan had to abide by their rules.

So, with a huff, you sat down on Chan’s bed and admitted defeat.

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eggcompany · 7 months ago

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Dumb Dog Part 1

It's not Derek's fault when he's hurt he wants Stiles. He can't help the warm loose headspace the younger man pulls him into. Stiles didn't know when he found Derek in his bed after school it would lead to this. He didn't even consider it possible. He never thought he'd end up being the werewolf's personal rut toy.

Or that one day he'd be fucking into the alpha, be held so close, listening to his desperate little sounds. Life's always been like that for them though, hasn't it

Derek nearly * died *. He deserved some proper pack cuddles. But Scott was busy with Allison and Stiles kept his window unlocked. It really wasn’t his fault when he crawled through the window and spent a few hours laying in the pile of dirty laundry before stripping himself out of his dirty clothes and climbing into the soft, good smelling bed.

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Stiles came home from school, humming the tune to some song or maybe it was two songs that sounded sort of the same but it didn’t matter. At least not when he opened his bedroom door and the curtains were drawn and there was something on his bed.

“Oh my god what the fuck is that” Stiles said out loud as he switched on his light to see what it was. He was sort of scared that it was something horrible, something that he probably shouldn’t just blast in the face with the bright ceiling light. But he didn’t need to worry. It was only Derek.

A growling, grumbling Derek. In his bed. Under his blankets.

“Dude why are you in my room? Actually that doesn’t surprise me that much. Why are you in my bed?” Stiles asked but flicked the light back off and dropped his back pack by his desk. He toed off his shoes and sat down on his rolly chair, looking expectantly at the lump on his bed, only black spikes of hair showing.

“Hurt” Derek grumbled and Stiles rolled his eyes waving his hand even though Derek had his face buried in the comforter.

“And? I know you’re hurt. I pulled an arrow out of your back. Yesterday.” Stiles said in a flat way. He knew Derek was hurt. He’d yanked a poison tipped arrow out of the wolf yesterday. There had been a trap laid and Derek had fallen in, the arrows were posted like spikes, easily stabbing the wolf in the side. It had created a massive wound, having rotted away most of the flesh that surrounded it. Gruesome, to say the least. Derek huffed, tired from being awake, frustrated at why Stiles so far away and why he was still talking .

“Wolves pack up, we heal better together. Scott would be more effective but you’re more available.” Derek explained and Stiles nodded. He was second choice for weird wolf rituals. Great.

“So why are you in my bed?” The younger man asked again, trying to get to an actual answer. Derek huffed and sat up, face pale and sweaty, dark circles carved around his eyes. Stiles gasped a little, he couldn’t help it. Derek looked like a ghost in the dim light.

“Fuck, I need to be close to someone to heal faster. I have a massive hole in my back and being near someone is going to get it over with faster. You can sit on the bed or get in here with me, just help me.” Derek explained and started to get more breathless. He looked… desperate. Begging almost, like a wet dog looking through the window. Stile smirked and rolled his eyes.

“You want me to cuddle with you?” He asked, joking. Mostly. That was until Derek nodded, huffing as he laid back down exhausted from it all already. Stile just stared at him, waiting for it to be a joke. He promptly ignored the feeling in his stomach.

The younger man just cleared his throat and turned around to his desk, pulling out his books and his laptop.

“Uh yeah. Okay. I’m going to finish typing my essay and stuff then. Dad’s on nights this week so I’m just going to have leftover lasagna for dinner. You can have some too, uh if you want some.” Stiles said, trying to sound very very normal. Even as his stomach did weird flips.

It worked, Derek was quiet and still and Stiles actually got most of his essay finished. It was fine. It was okay.

Well actually, it was okay until Derek started to whimper. He was asleep, deep asleep, but twitching and whimpering, mouth twisted up like he was hurting bad. He was twisting around to lay on his side instead of his belly, knees drawing up closer to his body, shoulders jerking.

Stiles watched him from his desk for a minute before turning back around to his laptop. But he couldn’t help but worry there was something wrong so he stood at the foot of the bed and shoved the frame a bit.

“Dude, wake up. Are you alright?” Stiles asked before Derek was wiggling the blanket away from his face, showing his snarling face. Not hurt. Nightmare.

Stiles shook his ankle, trying to wake him out of it. He didn’t think about how weird it was that Derek didn’t have any leg hair.

“Derek, Derekkkk, wake up! Dude you’re having a nightmare. Wake up, c'mon dude don’t freak out on me” Stiles tried to wake him, he spoke at a regular level, scared a yell would cause Derek to wolf out.

Derek just curled up and sobbed, eyelashes getting teary, foot jerking out of Stiles' grasp. The human rushed to stand by his head, hands flittering around, unsure whether or not to actually touch the wolf or not.

He ended up rubbing Derek’s shoulder and oh. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. Stiles just didn’t want to hurt him since yeah he had a huge hole in his back. Which, once the blanket was shoved off Derek’s shoulders, was starting to show. It was more healed than the last time Stiles had seen it but it was still pretty bad, angry red rimmed with black ooze staining the gauze that covered the worst of it.

“Derek, cmon wake up. Ugh you’re a big dog. Wake up a dog… ears?” Stiles talked to himself before pushing his hand into the thick dark hair that was damp with sweat. He stroked the top of Derek’s head, which only made him twitch more but when the human finally scrubbed behind Derek’s normal ears, the wolf sighed, relaxing.

Stiles rolled his eyes and rubbed over the creases of Derek’s ears with the pads of his fingers. The wolf’s entire body relaxed, a grumble rolling from him which Stiles took as a positive.

“Yeah, yeah, you big mutt.” Stiles said and kept scratching the unfairly soft hair behind Derek’s ears. It was nice actually, the way Derek relaxed and fell back to calm sleep. His face was so relaxed even with the dark circles under his eyes and the sick pale that was taking over his skin, he looked beautiful. Beautiful? Handsome. A good looking guy. Yeah. Not weird to think your friend is handsome. Handsome.

But for some reason Stiles couldn’t peel his eyes away from the way Derek’s soft looking lips were parted and the slightest glint of white teeth showed between them. The way his eyelashes were like fans cast down over his perfect cheekbones. The way his big hands were laying on the bed in front of his bare chest. Oh his chest , stiles thought as he slowly peeled the blanket down further, just a few inches. Just to get a better look at the perfectly smooth skin of Derek’s chest. So soft looking, nipples perked up once the blanket exposed them to the cooler room air.

Stiles was dizzy. And hard. This was Derek’s fault not his.

“Are you going to maul me if I lay next to you?” Stiles asked, hoping maybe Derek was awake or would say he could leave now or something.

He was met with nothing, of course. Just a peaceful sleeping werewolf.

“Fine, it’s fine, whatever.” Stiles finally decided and flipped the blankets, his blankets, up on the opposite side of Derek. This was his bed. He could take an afternoon nap in his bed if he wanted to.

“Dude… pants off and all? This is my bed.” Stiles said exasperated and stripped out of his own shirts, toeing off his socks too. He kept his own pants on, needing some extra protection over his hardon. Just in case.

Stiles shook out his arms and tried to relax. It was his bed. Afternoon nap. With an almost naked werewolf. Almost naked, very very hot buff guy with a bulge the size of Texas in his worn out grey briefs. Don’t look at his bulge, Stiles told himself and then looked again. Derek’s briefs were snug, holding onto his thick hips and cradling his bulge in a way that made Stiles feel like he was on fire. And maybe a bit self conscious. And a little impressed, if he was honest.

“Not my fault. Not my fault. He was in my bed first. Not my fault.” Stiles told himself as he laid down, back to Derek, and covered them both back up under the blankets. He laid perfectly still, mind trying to record everything it could.

Derek was… warm. Snuggly too especially when he threw his arm over Stiles chest and his leg over the human’s own. Stile’s refused to move but Derek pulled them together, chest to back, head to toe touching. Like he was trying to get rid of any air between their bodies.

Derek was heavy. And big. And warm. And his dick was actually in the crease of Stiles' ass. The wolf’s arm was fuzzy and warm and his hand was huge and rough where it cradled the side of Stiles peck, his thigh was massive, and where his scruff was against Stiles neck made him feel a shivery kind of arousal.

Stiles was… hard. Mostly. But also nervous, especially after a few minutes Derek made a whine and twitched again. Bucking. Hips twitching. Stiles gasped but Derek was squeezing him, arm tightening, thigh shifting higher to lineup so his bulge was rubbing right between Stiles ass, hips shoving.

Stiles was shocked for a minute before the next thrust came and he realized what he was being used for. He was thankful for keeping his jeans on.

“Fuck… Derek. Don’t do that.” Stiles said weakly as he clung Derek’s wrist where he was holding the human close, not letting Stiles get away.

Derek just kept going, hips shoving and thrusting, huge hard cock pressing against Stiles' ass. The rhythm was steady. Long thrusts forward and then slow drags back. It was making Stiles breathless. The heat now radiating from the wolf, the drag of thin cotton over thick denim, the wet pants that were being blown over the sensitive back of his neck.

“Dumb dog, stupid fucking…. Derek come on” Stiles begged as the wolf’s mouth opened, hot breaths turning into the graze of sharp pearly teeth and wet tongue.

Derek let out a growl, pulling Stiles closer, teeth pressing into Stiles' skin, breaths becoming whiny sounds. His hips were shoving harder against Stiles, like he was trying to shove through the clothes to actually fuck him. Like he was desperate for just a little more.

Which was… Stiles barely ever kissed anyone. Let along had sex. With a guy. Who was a werewolf. With a huge cock. Huge cock and obviously very powerful hips. Stiles was paling at the idea but then Derek was whimpering.

“Please…. Please…” Derek begged, stubble rough on Stiles ears. Stiles couldn’t help the twisty feeling getting tighter in his gut. It was such a desperate begging whimper.

“Derek” Stiles finally responded and rolled around so he was facing Derek. The wolf’s hips kept rocking toward Stiles even as his eyes opened and found Stiles' own brown ones.

“You’re awake.” Stiles whispered, he would be mad if Derek wasn’t grinding their crotches together. Derek just whined, eyes all big and full of need.

“Let me. Let me play mate you. Please? It helps. I’ll make you cum too.” Derek asked and his shaky hands pulled at Stiles' jeans waistband. Stiles was staring at him in shock. What? His brain was on half speed but he didn’t just…

“What?” Stiles asked confused and Derek let out a whine, pushing his face to Stiles to just nuzzle at his lips and cheek. Stiles' eyes fluttered as the soft graze of Derek’s lips ghosted across his own as he rubbed their faces together. The wolf spoke into the soft space under Stiles' ear.

“Play mating… won’t mate you. Just… rubbing. Skin to skin with you, I’m hurt, don’t know what I’m saying. Just let me please Stiles” Derek begged and pushed his forehead against Stiles, big eyes all full of puppy want. It wasn’t fair.

Stiles swallowed and nodded, rolling back over so they were spooned together.

“Fine but when you’re sober I’m blaming you for this. Don’t kiss me. Underwear stays on.” Stiles decided and unbuttoned his jeans, wiggling them under his butt. He felt Derek’s smile as he shoved his face into Stiles' soft half grown out hair.

“Thank you, thank you, so nice, thank you” Derek said happily and fished his hard cock out of his briefs, spending no time shoving between Stiles' thighs, moaning at the tight soft relief on himself. Stiles was in awe as he looked down and could see the tip of Derek’s cock.

Derek was in a hurry, head all blurry and off kilter. He quickly fucked into the precum slicked passage of Stiles' thighs, chasing the good feeling that was getting more and more overwhelming. Stiles bit one of his own hands, trying not to let any embarrassing noises out while his other hand held onto Derek’s forearms where it was holding across his chest again.

Stiles was so close, even without touching himself. Derek was making short ‘ hah, hah, hah’ sounds followed by long whines. The entire bed moved with each of the wolf’s thrusts, the way he pulled his hips back until just his tip was trapped between Stiles' legs before slamming back forward. The feeling of such a big burning hot cock rubbing across the underside of his own cock and balls was enough to have Stiles' gasping.

He was tensing his thighs, trying to keep from cumming when Derek yelled out. Short, higher pitch than what Stiles would have expected, and matched with arms squeezing the air out of Stiles. It only took Stiles being able to breathe again to realize the wetness between his legs.

“Done?” Stiles asked, trying to act cool as he reached down to his own dick, giving the base a good squeeze. Derek hummed, nuzzling into the human’s hair and body slowly relaxing, like he was melting. Stiles felt relieved and started to stroke himself, short and quick, he was covered in precum already. He was nearly there, feeling himself toeing the line as a rough palm covered his hand.

“Let me” Is all Derek said, sleepily but his hand was sure and heavy. Stiles took his own hand away to cover his mouth. Derek pumped him quickly, grip a little loose, but enough so Stiles was moaning out after a few strokes. After spilling across the bed, Stiles felt the need to get up, to say something to clear the air. But Derek just hummed and grabbed Stiles' hip, hand wet.

He was fast asleep before Stiles could even get a word out.

Stiles laid there, trying to get it through his mind that what they just did was kinda sex. And kinda amazing. And he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time Derek ended up rutting against him.

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