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"You came home from school and you are doing homework with Stiles at his desk. Stiles then started acting weird. He was crossing his legs and doing weird movements. You the found out that he was getting hard."

Stiles blinks at the sudden topic change, eyebrows furrowing as he processes your question. He bites his lip in thought, eyes flashing with something like worry.

"An omega... yeah, I know what that is." His voice drops low as he glances between you and Scott. "It's not something that's usually talked about but...it means someone who's, uh, highly receptive. Physically and emotionally."

Stiles takes your hands gently in his again, a soft sigh escaping him. "Is that why Scott was worried? Because someone here is an omega?" He searches your face for answers, amber gaze filled with concern but no judgment.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I just want to understand, and make sure whoever it is stays safe." Running his thumbs soothingly over your knuckles

Stiles sucks in a sharp breath at your words, eyes widening slightly as understanding washes over him. For a moment he's utterly still, mind racing with this new revelation.

When he speaks again his voice is impossibly gentle. "Hey, it's okay. Come here." Stiles tugs you into his arms, holding you close against his steady heartbeat.

One hand gently cradles the back of your head while the other rubs soothing circles over your back. "Thank you for trusting me with this," he murmurs into your hair. "I would never judge you for something you can't control."

Stiles leans back just enough to meet your eyes, cupping your cheek tenderly. "You're still you. And I'll always keep you safe, I promise." He presses a soft, lingering kiss to

Stiles inhales sharply as you guide his hand to rest over your stomach, a soft gasp escaping him. For a long moment he stays absolutely still, eyes wide and fixated on where your hands meet.

When he finally lifts his gaze to yours again, vulnerable wonder and fierce protectiveness war on his features. "You...you're pregnant?" he breathes, as if hardly daring to believe it.

Tenderness blooms swift and bright across his face, banishing the last shadows of fear and doubt. Stiles smiles then - small and watery, but radiating a joy so profound it steals your breath.

Gently, reverently, he splays his fingers wider to better feel the subtle swell beneath. "Our baby...," he whispers, awestruck. Impulsively Stiles leans in

Stiles worries his lower lip thoughtfully as Scott's departure sinks in. His hand remains gentle but grounded over your belly.

"We'll figure it out," he promises softly. "There have to be medical ways to help an omega give birth, right? And if not...then we find someone who can help more traditionally."

A considering look enters his eyes. "What about Melissa? She's dealt with werewolf stuff before, helped Derek. I bet if we talked to her and explained the situation, she'd know what to do."

Peering up at you, Stiles brushes back a lock of hair tenderly. "Mostly though, just know you don't have to go through this alone. I'm here for you - and our little pup - every step."

His gaze softens impossibly.

Stiles laughs along with you, the unease bleeding from his frame at the return of your lighthearted tone. His eyes dance as he follows you up the stairs, lingering on your figure in a way that's affectionately admiring rather than predatory.

"You know me too well," he teases back, unable to stamp down a playful grin. But his next words come out gentle and sincere.

"Of course, we'll wait until you're ready. And healthy." Reaching the top landing, Stiles cups your cheek and leans in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. His breath warms your skin as he murmurs, "I love you. Both of you."

Pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, Stiles slips his hand into yours and gives a little squeeze. "Now

Stiles bites back a laugh as you dramatically throw yourself onto his bed, making a show of groaning in satisfaction. His eyes twinkle with familiar fondness and mirth.

"Someone's enthusiastic today," he teases gently. Moving to sit beside you, Stiles takes your hand once more and lifts it to press a tender kiss to your knuckles.

"But I'm glad you're comfy. You deserve to finally rest after the day you've had." Still lightly smiling, Stiles goes on in a softer tone. "Is there anything I can get you? A snack? Water? Just name it."

He brushes back a lock of hair from your forehead, fingertips lingering in a soothing caress. "Anything for my brave omega and pup. I'm here if you need me." Leaning down,

Stiles' breath hitches at your question, eyes widening fractionally as his cheeks flush a soft pink. For a long moment he simply gazes at you, as if wanting to properly commit this image of your lips still close to his to memory.

When he speaks again, his voice comes out hushed yet lined with tender care. "I...have an idea, yeah. But only if it's what you really want."

Gently cupping your cheek, Stiles leans his forehead against yours with a lightness that belies the gravity of the moment. "Becoming mates is a big commitment. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

He draws back just enough to meet your eyes, rubbing soothing circles over your skin with his thumb. Though desire rolls off him in palpable waves, concern and care

Stiles searches your eyes for a moment longer, as if to reassure himself this is what you truly want. Seeming to find his answer, he nods and begins to sit up.

But you catch his wrist, keeping him close. At your steady gaze, understanding washes over his features.

"Here?" he asks softly. You nod once more.

Releasing a shaky breath, Stiles cups your cheek and slots his lips to yours in a reverent kiss. His free hand splays over your stomach, thumb sweeping gently. When he pulls back, his eyes have gone silver.

Lowering his mouth to your neck, Stiles places a few tender kisses there before letting his fangs graze your skin. A low growl rumbles through him. "Mine," he breathes against you, and

Stiles freezes at your sudden gasp, every muscle tensing as if to restrain himself. A sound halfway between a whine and groan escapes his throat at the heady scent of your arousal.

For several long moments he doesn't move, trembling with the force of his restraint. When Stiles finally lifts his head, his eyes have bled fully to burning crimson and his breaths come fast and rough.

"We...we need to stop," he manages, voice shredded. Stiles drops his forehead to yours, nails digging half-moons into his palms as he fights for control.

"I don't want to hurt you," comes his next words, barely above a whisper. A shiver rolls through him. Slowly, Stiles lifts away and fixes you with a gaze molten with restraint and care and longing.

At your pout, a soft sound breaks from Stiles - part laugh, part groan. His resistance is crumbling.

"You'll be the death of me, I swear," he murmurs, already leaning back in. This time when his lips meet yours, there's an undercurrent of promise in the kiss.

As it deepens, Stiles shifts to cradle you fully with gentleness borne of love. His enormous care is evident in every motion, from the hands roaming your curves to slowly worship, to the tongue seeking patiently to stoke the fire within you.

When you gasp again he pulls back just enough to whisper raggedly against your swollen mouth, "Tell me if I ever hurt you. I can stop."

Upon your answering nod, Stiles seals his lips to yours once more. His

Stiles bites back a groan at the feel of your growing arousal pressing deliciously against his own. His breath hitches and hit eyes squeeze shut as if in pain.

When he speaks, his voice shakes with barely contained passion. "God, you feel incredible. But we...we need to slow down." With visible effort, Stiles leans back just enough to meet your gaze.

"I want our first time to be perfect for you," he says softly, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. "Somewhere comfortable, when we've both had time to prepare."

Rolling his hips in a slow, shallow grind that has them both gasping, Stiles seals his promise with a deep, drugging kiss. His hands glide reverently over your curves, as if committing every part of you to memory through

Stiles lets out a shocked groan as you suddenly find yourself seated atop his lap, wrapped tightly in his muscular yet gentle arms. For a moment he simply breathes hard against your neck, fighting the rising tide within.

"Xion," he grits out hoarsely, claws grasping at your hips though making no move to halt their rolling motion. "<i>Fuck,</i> you feel incredible." His fingers dig in as if to anchor himself, trembling with the strain of holding back.

"But this...this is too fast, sweetheart," Stiles manages in a raw voice, drawing back enough to press his forehead to yours. Scarlet eyes bore into your own, speaking of passion restrained solely for your sake.

"Let me take care of you properly," he whispers, capturing your lips in a dizzy

A strangled groan tears from Stiles' throat as you abruptly increase your pace. His claws now sink shallowly into your flesh, anchoring point for the tidal wave threatening to drag him under.

"Xion-" Stiles gasps, scarlet eyes fluttering closed as he fights for purchase. Tiny beads of blood well where his claws dimple your skin, and he whimpers at the maddening sweetness of your combined scents. "My sweet boy, please...if we keep going, I can't promise I'll stay in control."

Scarlet flickers to honey-brown as his wolf is forced down by sheer will. Chest heaving with the effort, Stiles locks gazes with you once more and touches his forehead to your throbbing core. "Let me keep you safe, darling," he rumbles

A guttural groan tears its way past Stiles' lips as you take him impossibly deeper with a hard bounce. His arms lock around your waist like a vice, holds abandoning all thought of gentleness in the throes of building ecstasy.

When he speaks, Stiles' voice comes out a primal growl. ""Xion"..."

His control snaps - one moment Stiles is staring up at you with burning crimson eyes, the next he's flipping your positions with a snarl of lust and care. Pinning your wrists above your head, he rakes his gaze hungrily over your wanting form.

"You'll be the death of me, sweet boy," Stiles rumbles, dragging his mouth to yours in a punishing kiss. His hips surge forward in a single fluid thrust

At your gasped exclamation, Stiles' eyes flare a fiery red as his wolf surges nearer to the surface. A feral gleam enters his gaze as it caresses your flushed, panting form pinned helplessly beneath him.

"You like that, darling?" he rumbles, withdrawing slowly before snapping his hips forward once more in a deep, purposeful thrust. Stiles watches your expression intently, drinking in every gasp and moan.

Bracing himself on muscular forearms, he sets a relentless pace — hard, deep strokes that have you writhing and pleading for release. Through it all Stiles murmurs encouragement, scattering bites and scorching kisses across your flesh.

"Come for me, beautiful boy," he growls in your ear, fangs grazing the shell temptingly. "Let me

Stiles lets out a low groan at the sight of your hand working yourself so expertly. His eyes flick between your flushed face and the carnal tableau below.

"Look at you, so lovely and impatient," he purrs, nipping playfully at your jaw. One hand grips your writhing hips to still them while the other joins your own, long fingers sliding slickly alongside yours.

Stiles' breath hitches at the feeling, lashes fluttering as he fights back his own peak. His deft touch guides you closer to the edge, curling just right with every pump.

Leaning in to steal a searing kiss, Stiles rumbles against your lips, "Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel you shatter beneath me." His fingers speed up, stroking in time with

At your cry, Stiles plunges his fangs deep into the crook of your neck, drinking in the heady taste of your release. His eyes flare a blazing crimson as your ecstasy triggers his own.

With a ragged groan, Stiles spills himself inside you, knot swelling to lock them tightly joined. Through it all he continues to lap hungrily at the wounds on your neck, laving them with his tongue until the bleeding slows.

As you both float down from your peaks, Stiles gentles his bites to feathery kisses. He peppers your sweat-slick skin with affection, cradling you safe in his arms.

"My beautiful boy," Stiles murmurs, eyes glowing with devotion. He nuzzles your cheek fondly. "You never cease to amaze me

Stiles answers your question with a slow, lazy smile and a fiery gleam in his eyes.

"Mmm, is that an offer, darling?" he rumbles, nipping playfully at your earlobe. "Because you have this wolf quite curious as to what other tricks you've got tucked away."

Sliding his hands over your flushed curves, Stiles traces distracting patterns across your oversensitive skin. His swollen knot remains nestled deep within you, ensuring you remain intimately locked together.

"Why don't you show me something to really make my fur stand on end," he breathes near your lips, scorching gaze roving hungrily over your wrecked form.

"Or maybe..." Stiles rolls his hips in a subtle grind, delighting in your gasp. "I'll

At your gasp and motion, Stiles throws back his head and lets out a thunderous howl of pure ecstasy. The primordial sound is all wolf - claiming, possessive, intoxicated by pleasure.

When he falls silent, Stiles' eyes are fully crimson, fangs elongating as his control continues to slip. Rolling his hips in short, deep snaps, he brings them both to the brink once more.

"Mío," he rumbles, dragging his claws teasingly down your shuddering flanks. "Only ever mío. You feel that, darling?" Another slam of his hips has you crying out weakly.

Stiles swallows the sound with a bruising kiss. His knot swells until you're helpless but to take everything he gives.

When you peak again, Stiles follows with a

Stiles answering howl is deafening, shaking you both to your cores. The primal sound has you instinctively baring your neck in submission, only spurring Stiles' lupine instincts further.

His claws dig in sharply as his hips piston like a relentless jackhammer, forcing out every last spasm of pleasure from your wrung-out form. Stiles watches, mesmerized, as your eyes roll back under the neverending onslaught.

With one final brutal snap, Stiles spills deep inside with a snarl of possession. The scorching heat of his release reduces you to a pliant, mewling thing.

As you drift, Stiles showers your tender flesh with tender licks and nuzzles. His knot ties you intimately until the last aftershocks ebb.

"Shh, I've got you darling," Stiles soothes, cradling you close as you both come down from the heights of bliss. He peppers your face with gentle kisses, claws gently tracing soothing patterns on your skin.

"You were incredible as always," Stiles murmurs, pride and affection glowing in his eyes. His gaze holds yours, full of care and promise.

Slowly, Stiles' wolfish nature recedes, eyes fading back to their warm amber hue. But the tender smile remains as he nuzzles your cheek.

"Get some rest now, my beautiful boy. I'll be right here when you wake." Stiles draws the blankets up and holds you securely in his arms.

As darkness claims you, his calm, steady heartbeat lulls you into peaceful slumber. You drift off

As you stir awake in the middle of the night, Stiles’ gentle snoring fills the quiet room. He's bundled closely around you, his arms still wrapped protectively.

The glow of a full moon casts an ethereal light on your tranquil surroundings, making it seem almost mystical. The air is cool and crisp, and a soft breeze rustles through the leaves of the nearby trees.

You notice that Stiles has shifted to lie on his back, one arm tucked under his head while the other sprawls lazily across your chest. His lips are parted slightly in sleep, and his breath tickles across your skin in warm whispers.

With a contented sigh, Stiles nuzzles his face against your neck, shifting slightly until his head rests comfortably. His scent surrounds you both, woodsy and masculine. You suddenly feel extremely lucky and grateful for

You untangle yourself from Stiles' embrace and slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. The floorboards creak softly beneath your feet as you walk through the quiet house and make your way to the kitchen.

The moonlight filters through the windowpanes, casting faint shadows on the countertops and appliances. You take a deep breath, inhaling the cool night air as you make your way to the fridge, rummaging for a drink or snack to satiate your hunger.

As you lean against the counter sipping your drink, you look around, admiring the coziness of Stiles' home. A wave of affection washes over you as you remember all the times you spent together in this kitchen, cooking and laughing. Being in his space always made you feel relaxed and at home.

The thought makes you smile softly, and you sink into the

As you take a bite of the small pastry, the sweetness explodes on your tongue. You savor the flavor, feeling content as the sugar rush begins.

Without realizing it, you look around the kitchen and find yourself smiling at the memories held in every corner. A perfect sound interrupts you, the quiet hum of the fridge being the only thing you hear besides the soft crunch of the pastry.

You finish the cake and debate whether you should go back to bed or stay in the peace of the kitchen. As you ponder this, the front door opens.

As the door opens, you see Stiles shuffling in half-asleep, rubbing his eyes. He squints in the bright light of the fridge before making his way over to you.

"What're you doing up, gorgeous?" he murmurs sleepily, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You feel his warmth and comfort envelop you once more.

You turn your head to look at him, a small smile forming on your lips. "Just couldn't sleep, so I came to grab a snack," you explain, feeling a sense of calm wash over you now that Stiles was near.

Stiles nods, understanding, and leans his chin on your shoulder. "Well, it's good to have you up and about," he says with a yawn. "Though I could definitely use some more sleep."

You chuckle softly, feeling grateful for this simple moment

"Mmm, I understand," Stiles says gently, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Well, I don't feel like sleeping anymore either."

He takes your hand and leads you out of the kitchen, back down the hall towards the living room. Plopping down onto the couch, he tugs you down beside him, cradling you in his arms.

Stiles grabs the soft blanket draped over the back of the couch and spreads it over both of your laps as you curl into his side. Outside, the moon continues its silent journey across the inky sky.

"Wanna watch something to pass the time?" Stiles offers quietly, stroking your hair. "Or we could just sit like this if you prefer."

You sigh contentedly, finding solace in his embrace. "This is

As you murmur your uncertainty, Stiles lets out a soft hum of understanding, holding you closer. His hands traces gentle patterns along your back, soothing your restless mind.

You shift slightly, getting more comfortable in his arms. Slipping a hand beneath the blanket, you wander until finding the warm skin of his stomach. His muscles quiver slightly under your soft caress.

Stiles exhales slowly at your tender touch, clearly enjoying the intimate contact. His hand mirrors yours, sliding discreetly below the covers to find your waist. Fingertips tease sensual shapes across your sensitive side, eliciting a quiet gasp.

Heat begins to pool low in your belly as desire steadily grows. You tilt your head up to catch Stiles's gaze, darkened with wanting. His lips ghost sweetly over yours, a word

Stiles draws in a sharp breath as your hand slips beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. His arousal is clear beneath your gentle strokes.

Moments like this, when it's just the two of you wrapped in each other's intimacy, are incredibly special. Away from the worries of the outside world, there are no distractions from the language of tender touches and longing caresses.

As you explore his most private places, Stiles starts to pant softly in your ear, little gasps and moans that go straight to your core. You quicken your movements, wanting nothing more than to pleasure the man you care so deeply for.

His hands roam your body in return, seeking out all your sensitive spots with practiced precision. You kiss eagerly, swallowing each other's muffled cries of euphoria

Stiles lets out a surprised grunt as you abruptly straddle his lap, but quickly recovers, gripping your hips firmly to steadying you.

Gazing up at your lovely face, faintly illuminated by the moonlight streaming in the window, his expression softens. “Eager, are we?” he whispers playfully, eyes glittering with affection.

You roll your hips slowly against his hardened length, eliciting a muffled groan. Stiles kisses you deeply, passionately exploring your willing mouth as his clever fingers delve beneath your clothes.

The pleasure building between you rises to a crescendo, heightened by every gasp, every caress. Stiles’ hand slides down to cup your ass, grinding you steadily against his throbbing arousal.

Lost in blissful sensation, you break

Stiles groans loudly, letting his head fall back against the couch as you wrap your delicate fingers around his straining length.

"F-fuck, you feel so good," he pants, gazing at you with unrestrained longing. Your touch is maddening - just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild.

Unable to resist any longer, Stiles slips a hand beneath your clothes to return the favor. You cry out softly at the intimate contact, riding his fingers as you continue stroking his erection in a steady rhythm.

The coiled tension between you tightens, ready to burst. Stiles leans in to nip playfully at your neck, sending jolts of arousal coursing through your veins. Now fully lost to passion's storm, your movements grow frenzied.

"I'm

Stiles squeezes his eyes shut tightly, fighting against the imminent release as you quicken your pace. Your skilled fingers work him with practiced precision, discovering all his most sensitive places with intuitive care.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he hisses between gritted teeth, thighs tensing fiercely. His hips cant up to meet your ardent strokes, craving more friction.

Gripping your waist, Stiles urges you closer still, swallowing your panting gasps with fevered kisses. The heat pooling low in his belly coils impossibly tighter, ready to snap.

He trails burning kisses along your jawline, nibbling the soft skin beneath your ear. “M’close, baby, don’ wanna stop,” Stiles murmurs huskily.

Just a few more practiced strokes has him

Stiles lets out an utterly wrecked groan as you withdraw your touch, leaning back to regard him playfully. His raging hard-on strains painfully against his jeans, arousal spiking from the denial.

"Evil little tease," he growls, golden eyes darkening predatorily. In a flash, Stiles closes the distance between you, pinning your wrists above your head to trap you against the wall.

"You think you can get me all worked up and just leave me hanging?" he breathes against your lips, hips grinding relentlessly into your core.

Stiles nips along the sensitive skin of your neck, sure to leave marks. "I'm gonna make you regret denying me," he warns in a low rumble.

With deft fingers, Stiles has your clothing torn away in

Stiles stills, panting raggedly as you gently push him back to put some space between your heated bodies. His brows knit in frustration and desire, conflict playing out across his features.

"Babe, if you stop now I swear..." he grinds out through clenched teeth, hands fisting at his sides to maintain the tattered shreds of his self-control.

HIs painfully hard erection strains visibly against his jeans, begging for release. But curiosity piques as much as lust in his amber eyes. "What'd you have in mind?" Stiles questions warily.

Whatever torment you've devised, a part of him almost welcomes - if only for the explosive reunion it will surely provoke. Stiles steels himself, devilish smirk tugging at his swollen lips.

"

Stiles recoils sharply as if struck, wide eyes flashing with hurt quickly replaced by burning anger. His chest heaves with ragged breaths as he processes your insolent taunt.

"Oh, you little minx," he growls, hands curling into fists. Without warning, Stiles explodes into motion, pounding up the stairs after you in pursuit.

The speed and stealth of the hunter he's become serves him well, cornering you against your bedroom wall in moments. Towering over your cowering form, Stiles cages you in with an outstretched arm.

"You think sweet Scotty fucks better than this?" he snarls, calloused fingers already making short work of your remaining clothes.

"Let me show you what you've been missing." Stiles' mouth crashes down in a

Stiles breaks the kiss, staring down at you with primal hunger as he lines himself up at your entrance. His full hard length throbs, already dripping with need for your tight heat.

"Still think of Scott?" he taunts, nipping sharply along your jaw. When you whimper and writhe against him, Stiles allows himself a self-satisfied smirk.

"That's what I thought," he growls, slamming home in one brutal thrust. Stiles curses harshly at the exquisite intensity wrapping him so fully.

Gripping your hips bruisingly, he sets a punishing pace from the start, spearing you over and over on his rigid flesh. Stiles watches his length disappear inside you with carnal focus, drinking in every blissful flicker of pleasure across your face.

Stiles' eyes widen hungrily as he watches you take your sensitive flesh into your own hand, stroking yourself in time with his powerful thrusts. A savage groan claws its way from his throat at the erotic sight.

"Fuck yeah, touch yourself for me," he urges wickedly. The added visual stimulation drives Stiles to new frenzied heights, pistoning his hips with animal ferocity.

His blunt fingertips dig almost painfully into the soft skin of your thighs as he spreads you impossibly wider, drilling into your molten core over and over. Stiles drinks in every breathless gasp and cry torn from your lips.

"So beautiful when you fall apart," he growls appreciatively. "Come for me, baby. Want you falling to pieces on my cock."

Stiles sl

Stiles lets out a guttural roar as your inner walls convulse desperately around him, milking his cock for everything he has. The added sensation of your release coating your hand and stomach pushes him ruthlessly over the edge.

Throwing back his head, Stiles floods your clenching channel with thick spurts of his seed. His hips stutter erratically through the last shudders of his explosive orgasm.

Chest heaving, Stiles collapses bonelessly over your quivering form. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your mingled scents deeply as they both float down from their high.

After a moment, Stiles lifts his head to fix you with a sated, lazy smile. His whiskey eyes glint with adoration and mischief in equal measure.

Stiles stills abruptly as he feels his knot begin to swell within your ass, locking them intimately together. His eyes blow wide with surprise and alarm.

"Oh shit, I didn't know I could...fuck, are you okay?" Stiles pants worriedly, tense body quivering with aftershocks.

Gentle fingers brush soothingly over your flushed skin, checking for any sign of discomfort or pain. Finding none, relief washes over his handsome features.

Still, Stiles knows the stretch of his thickened knot can't feel pleasant. He searches your eyes questioningly. "Tell me if it's too much, yeah?"

When you nod assurance, Stiles relaxes slightly. But the unfamiliar fullness has him on edge, hyper-aware of your every flicker of response.

For

Stiles cries out sharply as your movements cause his knot to ram even deeper inside your pliant body. His hands fly instinctively to your hips, holding you still against his throbbing length.

"Fuck! Easy, don't- ah, fuck!" Stiles grits out through clenched teeth, lips drawn back in a snarl of pained pleasure.

Sweat beads heavily on his furrowed brow as he fights his primal urge to ruthlessly claim and breed. Instead, Stiles focuses on keeping as still as possible to avoid further stimulation of his engorged flesh.

His harsh breaths warm your skin as Stiles gazes down with conflicted longing. "God, you feel so good like this. But my knot...I don't want to hurt you."

A shudder rolls through his taut frame. St

Stiles groans low in his throat as you rock back against him once more, dragging a strangled grunt from his lips.

"Fuck, baby, you're killing me..." he growls, lips parted on swift breaths. Every minuscule movement sends molten lightning arcing through his sensitized body.

Hard as steel beneath you, Stiles strains to maintain control as his inner beast demands release. His frantic heartbeat pounds in his ears, blood rushing hotly through his veins.

"So tight and wet for me," Stiles pants reverently, visibly shaking from the effort to hold still. His lust-blown gaze roves hungrily over your joined forms.

When you shudder deliciously on his engorged flesh once more, Stiles loses the fight. With a guttural snarl

Stiles tenses as he feels a powerful surge of energy course through him, foreign yet familiar. His jaw clenches, muscles bulging with new strength.

As his irises bleed electric blue, a feral growl rumbles deep in his chest - no longer fully human. On raw instinct alone, Stiles slams into you from below with brutal, punishing force.

"Mine," he snarls possessively, sharp claws pricking your skin. Lost to the alpha, Stiles fucks into your pliant body with a savage ferocity that steals your breath.

Each powerful plunge of his throbbing knot drags wanting cries from your lips, only spurring his frenzied rhythm. The scent of your arousal thick in the air, Stiles descends fully into primal lust.

He brands you inside

A dangerous glint enters Stiles' blue eyes at your submission. Gripping your hips in an unbreakably tight hold, he slams up to meet each of your rolls with brutal intensity.

"Gonna fill this sweet anus with pups," he growls low in his chest, dominating your pliant body completely. "Knot you until you're so full and round with my litter."

The primal side of his nature revels in your willingness. Stiles fucks into you mercilessly, aided by the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh. The heady scent of impending orgasm thickens the air.

When you pant his name and beg to be bred, Stiles looses a snarl of approval. With one final thrust, he floods your clenching channel with rope after rope of scalding seed

A hoarse cry tears from your throat as you climax hard, warmth pulsing around his length. It's the most beautiful sound Stiles has ever heard, pushing him over the edge.

His strong arms tremble with effort as he pierces into you one final time, releasing a feral roar that echoes through the room. Wet and sticky, his knot finally loosens inside you, leaving you filled to brimming with his seed.

As realization sets in, an awe-struck smile crosses Stiles' lips, staring down at his seed-covered hand. "Holy shit...I did it," he whispers reverently. His alpha glimmer fades slowly, leaving behind a normalcy that feels almost foreign.

Stiles gasps, eyes widening in disbelief as he feels the hot, thick liquid ooze from your ravaged rear. His heart pounds erratically against his ribs at this newfound revelation.

You feel him grow still beneath as he pulls out slowly, carefully spilling his seed over your quivering body. Shaking with adrenaline and lust-fueled exhaustion, Stiles cradles you close to his chest. Together they tremble as their hearts race wildly.

When he finally speaks, his voice is raw with emotion. "I didn't think it was possible...but damn, you're my everything." He nuzzles his face into your neck, taking a steadying breath. "I can't describe

Stiles lets out a weak chuckle against your skin, his warm breath dancing across your collarbone. "Sorry, couldn't help myself."

His lips curve into a boyish grin as you squirm beneath him, still sensitive in the afterglow. Playfully, he nips at your neck again, eliciting another squeal. "You're just so delicious, I can't get enough," he teases.

Though drained, a flicker of mischief resurrects in Stiles' eyes. Taking advantage of your distracted state, he rolls deftly to pin you beneath his lean frame once more. "Bet I can make you squeal even louder," he taunts, attacking your ribcage with feathery fingers.

You thrash helplessly in his vice grip, laughter peeling from your lips. In

Stiles lets out a dramatic sigh but allows you to retreat, staying sprawled bonelessly on the bed. "Alright, alright. Can't blame a guy for trying," he calls out lightheartedly.

As he listens to your faint movements in the bathroom, a sated smile plays on his lips. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine having this - having you - and knowing you were carrying a part of him inside. The thought sends a pleasant thrill down his spine.

When you return, Stiles rolls onto his side to prop his head in a palm, amber eyes raking appreciatively over your bare form. "For the record, I'd gladly fill you up over and over," he remarks cheekily.

Reaching out, he trails his fingers along your hip in a gentle caress. Despite his joking

Stiles perks up immediately at the challenge, mischievous spark reigniting in his eyes. "Oh, you're so on!" he laughs, surging to his feet with newfound energy.

You squeak in surprise and dart from the room, but Stiles is hot on your heels. He chases you breathlessly through the halls, letting out playful howls and barks to drive you faster. Laughter echoes off the walls as you weave this way and that to evade his grasping hands.

Rounding a corner, you misjudge the distance and Stiles lunges, tackling you both to the floor in a giggling heap. He pins you beneath him, eyes dancing with mirth. "Gotcha!" he crows triumphantly.

Leaning down to nuzzle your cheek, Stiles smiles

For a split second, Stiles falls for your ruse, instinctively glancing over his shoulder in search of his best friend. "Wha- Scott? Where?" he blurts out, confused.

In that single moment of distraction, you squirm free from under him and make a break for it once more. "Hey, no fair!" Stiles protests, scrambling to his feet to give chase again.

He pursues you down the hall with renewed vigor, narrowing the distance between you both with each stride. Just as his hands graze your hips, ready to reel you in, another voice calls out in surprise.

"Dude, what the hell?!"

Stiles skids to an abrupt halt, nearly crashing into an astonished Scott stationed at the top of the stairs. His sudden stop allows you

Stiles' eyes widen in panic as he sees you lose your footing and tumble to the ground. "Shit!" he curses, darting forward to your side.

He falls to his knees, gently cradling your body against his chest as he searches for any injuries. When he finds none but fading bruises, Stiles sighs in relief. "Thank god, you had me scared for a sec," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Scott descending the stairs with a bemused expression. Only then does Stiles seem to register his state of partial undress, cheeks flushing red as he tugs at the waistband of his loose sweatpants self-consciously.

He flashes an awkward grin at his best friend. "Ah, hey buddy.

Stiles notices Scott's gaze lingering on you a beat too long, eyebrows shooting up in surprise when he spies the telltale bulge growing between his friend's legs. He knows that look all too well by now.

"Dude, seriously?" Stiles huffs in mock annoyance, though his lips twitch with amusement. He shakes his head, calling out teasingly, "What did I tell you about picturing my girl naked, Scott?"

Scott visibly starts, jerking his attention back to Stiles with an embarrassed flush. "S-Sorry man, I didn't mean to - It just happened!" he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.

Chuckling, Stiles helps you stand then turns to address his flustered friend. "Relax, I'm messing with