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Stiles Stilinski

"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."

brofain

"se rie bajo" s-stiles estan los niños

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles huffs out a soft laugh against the sensitive skin of your neck. "So impatient, can't you see I'm busy ravishing my incredibly sexy mate?" he teases in a playful murmur.

Reluctantly pulling back to meet your gaze, Stiles smiles adoringly, whiskey-warm eyes alight with mirth and promise. "You're right, of course. Later, when the pups are down." He steals one last lingering kiss.

Glancing over to where their children play so contentedly, Stiles slips an arm around your waist with a tender sigh. "Hard to believe just a few short years ago it was only us. Now look at the little family we've built."

His eyes shine with gratitude and love as he gazes upon you. "I love you so damn much

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y yo a ti stiles stilinski

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles feels his heart swell near to bursting at your words. Turning to face you fully, he wraps both arms around your waist and tugs you close, nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately.

"I love you too, xion o´brien" he murmurs. "More than anything." Stiles presses his lips to yours in a warm, lingering kiss that leaves him a little breathless.

When he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, whiskey eyes gaze deeply into yours, brimming with emotion. "You and our pups are my whole world. I don't know what I did to deserve being so lucky, but I'll spend every day making sure you all feel as loved and cherished as you deserve."

Stiles peppers your face with doting kisses, eliciting a happy smile from you. In

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"sonrie y kai se acerca a ellos "papi puedo tener otro hermanito" dice kai emocionado"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles chuckles as his eyes twinkle with mirth, glancing over at Kai with a grin. "Well buddy, that's definitely something your mom and I will have to discuss."

He reaches down to ruffle their son's sandy hair affectionately. Kai bounces excitedly on the balls of his feet. "Can we, can we dad? I wanna be a big brother!"

Turning back to you, Stiles waggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Whaddya say, babe? Think we could muster up the energy for one more little pup?" He runs his hands teasingly along your sides.

"I don't know, the twins sure keep us on our toes as it is..." you reply, biting back a smile.

Stiles mock pouts. "Aww c

brofain

"se rie bajo" talvez en 1 mes mas

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles grins, eyes lighting up at your response. "Really?? One month?" He lets out an excited whoop and sweeps you up in a gleeful hug, spinning you around.

"Didja hear that Kai?!" he says, setting you down and trading a high five with his beaming son. "You're gonna be a big bro real soon!"

Kai cheers, bouncing on the balls of his feet in elation. Stiles pulls you both into an affectionate embrace, kissing the tops of your heads.

"I love you guys so much," he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. When he pulls back, his whiskey gaze meets yours full of warmth and promise.

"One month it is then," Stiles agrees with a soft smile, caressing your cheek lovingly. He

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"le susurra al oido" dejalos con scott sera mejor q lo hagamos ahora

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles' breath hitches at your whisper, eyes darkening with heated desire. His hands slip boldly lower, eliciting a soft gasp.

"Dad, what are you and Mom talking about?" Kai pipes up curiously from nearby.

Stiles pulls back just enough to shoot the boy a roguish wink. "Just planning a special grown-up snack, kiddo. Why don't you call Uncle Scotty, see if he'll watch you guys for a bit, yeah?"

Kai nods and runs off, already dialling his godfather. Stiles turns back to you with a sly smirk.

"Grown-up snack, huh?" you echo teasingly.

Stiles lets out a low chuckle, crowding you back against the counter. His lips ghost

brofain

"tocan la puerta" debe ser scotty yo abro "se acerca a la puerta mirando burlesco a stiles" scotty "lo abraza" podrias cuidar a los cachorros unas horas?

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles groans in frustration as Scott's impeccable timing interrupts yet another moment with you. He plasters on a smile and heads to greet his best friend, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

"Hey buddy, perfect timing as always. Think you could watch the ankle-biters for a few hours? This one's got me all worked up and in need of some... alone time." He shoots you a heated look laden with promise.

Scott rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "Yeah yeah, I got it. You two just go... relieve some tension or whatever." He waves you off.

Stiles winks. "Thanks man, you're the best. C'mon kiddos, to Uncle Scotty's!" He ushers the kids out with a wave.

As Scott's

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"cierra la puerta" bien- s-stiles

Stiles Stilinski

Closing the door firmly behind Scott, Stiles spins around to face you, eyes dark and hungry.

“Finally,” he breathes, crowding you back against the door in two long strides. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all day.”

His mouth descends to yours hungrily, coaxing your lips apart with urgent strokes of his tongue. Stiles devours you deeply, hands roaming feverishly over your curves as your own dig into the short hairs at his nape.

When he draws back for breath, his voice comes out gravelly and low. “God I love you so fucking much. Now,” he growls, fingers hooking your thighs to hitch you up into his eager grip. “Let’s put that month countdown to good use.”

St

brofain

"despues de algunas horas ya lo habian hecho por toda la casa"

Stiles Stilinski

After several delicious rounds of passion that have left you thoroughly spent and sated, Stiles lies curled happily around you on the living room floor. He trails lazy kisses along your shoulder and neck, hands still roaming your warm skin leisurely.

"Mmm you never cease to amaze me babe," he murmurs, voice hitching as you card fingers through the soft hairs at his nape. "I could do this with you all day."

Stiles nestles in closer, breathing you in deeply with a contented sigh. His fingers slip lower to draw idle patterns on your stomach, lingering for a moment over the still-flat plane.

"Only a month left until there's a lil bump here, huh?" he smiles, pressing a tender kiss to your abdomen. "I can't wait to meet

brofain

"se escucha la puerta" mierda "se para rapidamente y baja con algo de ropa y se la tira a stiles para q se la ponga mientras el se pone unos boxers y una sudadera" carajo "se pone en la puerta para q no se abra"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles jumps up with a muttered curse, hastily pulling on the shirt and sweats you toss him while hopping on one leg, frantically searching for something to cover up with.

Heart pounding, you yank on a pair of boxers and throw open the hall closet, grabbing the first sweatshirt within reach just as insistent pounding starts on the front door.

"Scott, whatever you forgot can wait!" Stiles yells as you muscle your way in front of the door, blocking the entrance. Scott's muffled laughter filters through.

"Chill out dude, just came to return the kid's ball. Something I should know about going on in there?"

Stiles flushes brilliant red as you cringe, steeling yourself for the inevitable teasing round 2. You crack open the door narrowly.

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"le da un golpe a scott" nos asustaste

Stiles Stilinski

You poke your head out and send Scott a playful smack to the shoulder. "You scared the hell out of us!"

He laughs again, holding up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, sorry! Couldn't resist getting a rise out of Stiles." His gaze turns earnest. "Kids are fine, by the way. Wore them out with games so you guys have the night."

"Thanks man," Stiles offers genuinely from behind you, color fading from his cheeks. You shoot Scott a pointed look and waggle your eyebrows meaningfully.

"So... how 'bout we call it even and you skedaddle for now, yeah?"

Scott chuckles, backing away with a wave. "You got it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

As he saunters off

brofain

"se tira al sofa" casi me mori

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles collapses onto the couch next to you with a groan, running shaky hands through his disheveled hair. "Tell me about it. I think I aged like ten years just now."

You laugh weakly, nerves still electric from the near miss. Snuggling into his side, you let your racing heartbeat start to slow against his steady one.

Stiles curls an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead tenderly. "Well, at least now we know we gotta be more careful if we're gonna defile the living room in broad daylight again," he jokes, drawing a sigh.

"Maybe we could use a lock on Scott's timing..." You suggest with a wry smile, closing your eyes as gentle fingers comb through your hair.

Stiles hums in agreement, relaxing into the

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"sonrie" seguimos? "pregunta subiendose al regazo de stiles"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles grins up at you wickedly as you settle yourself across his lap, hands finding your hips to hold you close.

"Mmm, you know I'm never one to say no to a good time with you, babe." He pecks softly at your lips, nuzzling your cheek in a way that has your breath quickening already.

"But Scott wisely pointed out we shouldn't corrupt the kiddos if they come home early..." Stiles sighs regretfully, though his wandering fingers telling a different story as they trace idle patterns up your back.

"So whaddya say we take this party upstairs, where the walls are soundproofed and we have all the time in the world?" he murmurs low in your ear, nibbling the sensitive lobe.

A shiver courses through you

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"asiente" vamos alfa "lo toma de la mano"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles' eyes darken at the endearment, desire pooling heavy and hot in his gut. Without a word he sweeps you into his arms, eliciting a breathless yelp of surprise mingled with laughter.

Securing you against his chest, he stands smoothly and turns toward the staircase. "As my little omega commands," he rumbles, voice roughened to raw silk.

Long legs carry you both quickly upwards, lips already finding yours in a deep, devouring kiss that has spots flickering behind your lids.

At the bedroom door Stiles presses you back against it hungrily, arousal surging as your scent washes over him, intoxicating in its want.

"Mine," he growls possessively, arms steel bands around your willing surrender. His fingers twist the kn

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"cerca de las 12 pm"

Stiles Stilinski

The glow-in-the-dark hands of Stiles' bedside clock shine 12:00 as you slowly surface from oblivion, sated and sweat-sheened in his embrace. Moonlight strips the room to shades of dove grey.

Stiles stirs beneath you, rumbling contentedly as waking awareness returns. His hands stroke soothing paths up and down your bare spine, tracing old scars and new marks left by eager mouth and claw.

"Mmm, what time is it?" he sighs against your throat, pressing a languid kiss there. You tilt the clock toward him and feel his grin spread. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart."

Twelve years since that fateful night dragged you both into a world of fangs and fur. So much has changed - and yet lying here in his arms, it's

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"sonrie" conque si te acordaste

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles lets out an affronted huff. "Of course I remembered, give me some credit!"

Propping himself up on one elbow, he gazes down at you with warm amber eyes, so full of love it steals your breath. Reaching out, Stiles traces gentle fingers along your jaw.

"How could I ever forget the night everything changed? The night I met the most incredible, passionate, beautiful partner anyone could ask for," he murmurs sincerely.

You lean into his touch with a happy sigh, turning your head to press a tender kiss to his palm. Stiles smiles softly.

"Twelve years with you have been the best of my life, without a doubt. I love you so much."

His words wrap you in warmth. Shifting closer, you twist fingers in the

brofain

"se escuchan ruidos desde abajo" debe ser scott q vino a dejar a kai y las gemelas

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles cocks his head, eyes flashing crimson for a split second as he listens intently. Sure enough, the muffled sounds of Scott calling out drift upstairs along with giggling children.

"Duty calls, my love," Stiles chuckles, grinning down at you with resignation. Pressing a swift kiss to your lips, he rolls nimbly from the bed and stretches, muscles rippling beneath his handsome skin.

You take a moment to admire the view before rising as well, padding over to the chest of drawers. Behind you, Stiles shimmies back into his jeans, raking fingers through tousled hair.

"Think we have time to at least get presentable before the stampede hits?" he smirks, eyeing you appreciatively as you pull on one of his shirts.

brofain

"asiente" yo me pondre lo usual "se pone una sudadera y boxers"

Stiles Stilinski

Nodding, Stiles slips an old tee over his head. He watches with a fond smile as you dress casually in one of his sweatshirts and a pair of boxers, adoring how at home and comfortable you look in his clothes.

"Perfect, now we look decently decent," he remarks with a wink. Moving to your side, Stiles sweeps you into his arms for a sweet, lingering kiss.

Against your lips he breathes, "Thank you for another amazing year, my love. I'm the luckiest alpha alive."

Warmth swells in your chest. Before you can reply, tiny voices echo up the stairwell impatiently. "Daddyyy!!"

Chuckling, Stiles bumps his nose to yours affectionately. "Duty calls. Ready to go

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"asiente" vamos

Stiles Stilinski

With a grin and a final peck, Stiles takes your hand and leads the way downstairs.

The twins barrel towards you both as you reach the landing, little bodies crashing into your legs. Scooping them up with delighted laughter, you exchange kisses while Stiles shares a brotherly hug with Scott.

"Hope you don't mind us dropping in," Scott says, ruffling Kai's hair as the toddler plays shyly by his feet. "These munchkins wanted to say hi to their daddies."

"You know you're always welcome, bro." Stiles replies warmly before turning to his daughters. "Did you have fun with Uncle Scott?"

Twin choruses of excitement follow as the girls babble about their afternoon. Watching your little family interact puts a soft smile on your face,

brofain

"se acerca a kai" hey peque te divertiste?

Stiles Stilinski

Kai peers up at you with bright eyes, clutching his favorite stuffed wolf tight. When you kneel down to his level, flashing a gentle smile, the boy nods shyly.

"Uh-huh," he murmurs, offering you the wolf to hold as a sign of trust. You accept it gingerly, giving the toy's ear an affectionate stroke.

"That's good! We're happy you had fun playing with your cousins."

Stiles comes over then, easing Kai into his arms. The toddler relaxes instantly against his father's chest, little fingers tangling in the fabric of Stiles' shirt.

"You know you're always welcome in our pack, little cub," Stiles reassures, dropping a kiss to Kai's dark hair. Beside them, you feel

brofain

"se acerca a scott" gracias scotty "lo abraza ,scott lo abraza por la cintura"

Stiles Stilinski

Scott embraces you warmly in return, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

"No problem at all, you know I'm always happy to help," he smiles, pullong back to regard you fondly. Over his shoulder, Stiles watches the interaction with a soft look, comforted by the close bond shared between his mate and best friend.

It means the world to have Scott's endless support all these years later. Reaching out, you give Scott's arm an affectionate squeeze.

"Thank you for being such an amazing uncle. We're lucky to have you."

Scott's gaze shines with affection. Before he can respond, a playful voice interrupts from behind.

"Alright you two, break it up before I get jealous." Stiles teases, coming to wrap an arm around each

brofain

"se rie" uy cierto "sonrie malicioso y ve si los niños estan distraidos" perfecto "se da vuelta y le da un beso a scott y sale corriendo escaleras arriba"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles chokes on air at the sight of your swift kiss to Scott, eyes blown wide with shock. It only lasts a second before you're bounding up the stairs with a wicked grin, fleeing Scott's startled face and Stiles' gaping expression.

There's a beat of stunned silence below before twin howls of indignation erupt.

"Oh, you little shit! Get back here!" Stiles roars with forced anger, already giving chase while Scott laughs helplessly behind him. Your bubbly giggles echo from the second floor, baiting your pursuer ever higher.

Crashing footsteps and playful shouts deafen the children's cartoons, earning eye rolls from the twins. Kai just blinks, wholly confused by the grown-up silliness unfolding around him.

Within moments, Stiles corners

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"se rie y pasa la lengua por sus labios" aun besa bien "sonrie de lado" ese vocabulario stiles los niños te escucharan

Stiles Stilinski

Skidding to a halt, Stiles opens and closes his mouth like a flustered fish.

"Wha- you- I can't believe you just- argh!" He splutters indignantly, cheeks flaming at your bold insinuation.

Below, Scott chuckles harder as the twins clap and giggle at their father's priceless reaction. Even Kai cracks a tiny grin, little shoulders shaking with repressed mirth.

Running frustrated hands through his hair, Stiles shoots you a half-hearted scowl - though the glint in his eyes betrays amusement.

"Evil, evil mate of mine. Just you wait until the pups are in bed..." He threatens, stepping closer to grab your waist in a loose hold.

Leaning in tantalizingly close, Stiles

brofain

"lo aleja un poco" soy capaz de hacerlo denuevo

Stiles Stilinski

With a playful growl, Stiles tightens his grip and tugs you flush against his body.

"Don't you dare tempt me, " he murmurs low in your ear, hot breath sending a delicious shiver down your spine. But then he relents with a theatrical sigh, easing his arms away.

"Fine, have it your way. For now." Stiles concedes, casting a meaningful glance downstairs where Scott waves farewell to the twins. "But this isn't over..."

His words carry a tone of promise that sets your pulse racing. With a wink and cheeky nip to your earlobe, Stiles spins on his heel and saunters off to join Scott by the door.

You watch him descend the stairs with hungry eyes, more than eager to continue this game once the children

brofain

"baja rapidamente y le da un beso mas prolongado a scott y se separa" tenia q darte tu beso de despedida "sonrie travieso"

Stiles Stilinski

Scott splutters in startled amusement, a pretty blush blooming across his cheeks at your exaggerated kiss. From behind, strong arms encircle your waist and tug you back against a solid chest with a huff.

"Again with the kissing, huh? Who put you up to this, Scott?" Stiles grumbles, though the barest hint of humor belies his feigned irritation.

Chuckling, Scott raises his hands in surrender. "Wasn't me, I swear! This one just can't keep their hands to themselves."

You grin unabashedly, daring to wriggle within Stiles' grip. "What can I say? I know what I like."

"Evidently." Stiles retorts dryly, chin digging into your shoulder. But the affection clear in his eyes takes

brofain

"scott se va y los niños estaban durmiendo"

Stiles Stilinski

With Scott's departure, a palpable shift occurs in the loft's atmosphere. The chaotic energy of the pack disperses, leaving behind a hushed quiet broken only by the twins' easy breathing upstairs.

In the newfound stillness, Stiles turns you in his arms to face him fully. Amber eyes glow soft in the low light as they trace your features with unconcealed want.

"Alone at last," he murmurs, long fingers coming up to toy with the hairs at your nape. The caress sends a shiver down your spine that has little to do with arousal - though that swiftly builds alongside a flutter of nervous anticipation in your belly.

You've had moments like this before, of course. Stolen touches behind closed doors, hurried intimacy stolen in the jeep or a remote hiking trail.

brofain

"se rie" acaso celoso? "sonrie malicioso" scott besa demasiado bien "se separa" si no fuera pq me separaste el me hubiera metido la lengua "sube las escaleras rapidamente"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles chokes on air, entire body locking up with something between shock and rage. His eyes flash beta-gold momentarily before regaining control.

"You little sh-!" He growls, hurrying after you with long strides. Two steps up the staircase, strong arms encircle your waist from behind and spin you to face glowing amber orbs.

"Careful what you wish for, pretty boy," Stiles breathes, crowding into your space with a feral grin. "Keep pushing my buttons and I might just give you a taste of what I can do with my tongue."

His hands steal lower to grip your ass possessively. Sliding hot lips to your throat, he adds in a husky murmur, "And it won't be nearly as gentle as Scotty's kiss."

A full

brofain

"se rie" no eres capaz "lo mira desafiante" oh mira despertaste a kai "distrae a stiles para empezar a correr otra vez"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles' eyes narrow, a dangerous glint entering their hazel depths at your defiant taunt.

"Don't test me sweetheart." His voice drops to a guttural warning that shoots straight to your core.

You gulp, lips curving in a nervous smirk - just as a tiny sniffle sounds from upstairs. Perfect timing.

"Oops, duty calls!" You sing-song, using the momentary distraction to slide from Stiles' grasp. Darting agilely up the remaining steps, you call over your shoulder "Last one to the twins' room is a rotten egg!"

With a playful laugh and pounding feet, you take off - hoping your head start is enough. Stiles recovers from his surprise with a playful growl, pounding up after you at inhuman speed.

brofain

"tropieza" stiles! no es justo

Stiles Stilinski

"Whoa there!" Strong arms suddenly band your middle, catching you firmly against a sturdy chest before tumbling can occur.

Stiles halts your momentum with supernatural reflexes, anchoring you securely to his front. Concern and amusement battle in his amber gaze as it searches yours.

"Careful there, darling. Wouldn't want to break that pretty little neck of yours." He chuckles, warm breath fanning your face.

"And it's not my fault you can't keep up." Stiles teases, fingers digging gently into your sides in vengeance. You squirm with breathless giggles, smacking his chest in mock irritation.

His answering smirk is positively wicked. "Don't start something you can't finish, love. I warned you not to test me..."

Stiles

brofain

no eres capaz aparte scotty besa tan bien "se muerde el labio"

Stiles Stilinski

A low,threatening growl rumbles through Stiles' chest at your continued taunts. His nostrils flare, eyes flashing electric gold briefly before he clenches his jaw, regaining control.

"You really want to see what I'm capable of, don't you?" He murmurs darkly, fingers gripping your jaw in a manner that shoots both heat and caution through your veins.

"Keep talking about Scotty and his perfect little lips, baby. See where it gets you." Stiles leans in until your breaths mingle, amber gaze searing.

Then without warning, his mouth slams down over yours in a punishing kiss designed to consume. Stiles devours your gasp of surprise hungrily, tongue dominating yours in a dizzying dance that leaves no room for thought.

brofain

"se separa" q-que hubiera p-pasado si lo seguia b-besando me llevaria a la c-cama? "se burla"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles growls low in his chest, grip tightening briefly around your waist before forcing himself to release you. His eyes burn molten gold in the dim light, barely leashed desire and frustration warring within their piercing depths.

"Keep it up and you'll find out, sweetheart." He warns in a gravelly rasp, voice ragged with barely checked arousal and want.

Dragging in a deep breath, Stiles struggles to regain composure. When he speaks again, his tone emerges predatory. "I guarantee you've never been taken like I'd have my way with you. One way or another, you'd be begging for more before I was through."

Leaning in to nuzzle your ear, he adds in a darkly intimate murmur, "But something tells me you'd like that, wouldn't

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"sonrie" prefiero la polla de scott antes q la tuya "corre hacia la habitacion para encerrarse"

Stiles Stilinski

A low snarl of possessive fury tears from Stiles' throat at your taunt, his ragged control visibly snapping. His eyes blaze a dangerous gold, face shifting into the predatorial lines of his beta form.

In a blur ofmotion, Stiles pivots and slams both hands against the wall on either side of you, caging you in with a feral predator's prowess. Leaning in so close his lips brush your ear, he growls "You'll take what I give you, and beg me for more before I'm done. No one denies me what's mine."

His obvious desire and dominance is a heady, dangerous mix that makes your breath hitch despite yourself. Before you can react further, Stiles spins you in his arms to face the door - gripping your hips with punishing strength

brofain

q h-haras eh d-darme mimos "se burla"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles lets out a dark chuckle at your mocking words, lips brushing the shell of your ear softly.

"Oh darling, I'm going to make you regret every thought of another that isn't me." His hands skim provocatively down your sides to grasp your hips, yanking your back flush against his hard frame.

"By the time I'm done worshipping every inch of this perfect body, reminding you who it truly belongs to, you'll be screaming only one name." Stiles promises in a husky whisper, hot breath ghosting your neck.

Nimble fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, teasing underneath to stroke soft skin. "And it certainly won't be 'Scott'." He growls possessively, nipping your earlobe.

"Now, shall I show you just

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te apuesto q scott p-podria ser mejor alfa q-que vos

Stiles Stilinski

A vicious snarl rips from Stiles's throat as his control finally frays completely. His eyes flash electric blue as the supernatural aspect within fully takes over.

In a flurry of movement too fast to follow, Stiles spins you, slamming your back against the nearest solid surface with punishing force. His bigger form cages you in as one arm bands across your collar, holding you in place.

"You will not utter that traitor's name again." Stiles growls, fangs bared mere inches from your face. Wild-eyed and primal, it's clear the wolf has eclipsed all humanity.

"you are mine. And I will strip that pretty little body bare, take you right here to remind you who your true Alpha is." He promises darkly.

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"siente como stiles le baja los pantalones rapidamente y lo embiste sin piedad"

Stiles Stilinski

As your pants are ripped off, Stiles takes you from behind with an animalistic force that leaves you gasping for air. His hard body slams into yours over and over, making sure to pound every inch of his length so deep inside you that you feel dizzy with pleasure.

There is no hesitation in his movements, only pure lust and aggression. Stiles uses your body like a rag doll, pulling your hair back so he can take your mouth in a bruising kiss. His rough, demanding lips and wandering hands elicit moans of pleasure from you, making you fully submit to him.

Stiles ravages your body relentlessly, leaving you breathless and satisfied beyond measure. When he's finished, he pulls out with a growl and leaves you panting on the floor, completely spent and thoroughly conquered.

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d-dios m-mio "se levanta"

Stiles Stilinski

As you rise from the floor, you feel Stiles' eyes on you - predatory and possessive. The intense encounter has left the air charged and thick with tension between you both.

Without a word, Stiles pulls you into his arms fiercely, claiming your mouth in a possessive kiss that leaves you gasping for air. His hands stroke through your hair, tugging slightly as he deepens the kiss. After a moment, he pulls back, his gaze hot with desire.

"You, my love, are mine." He declares fiercely. "I'll be sure to remind you every moment of every day, in whatever way I see fit."

His fingers trail down your jawline as he leans in close, his lips brushing against yours one last time before he steps away, eyes never leaving yours.

brofain

"a la mañana siguiente ,stiles la noche anterior lo follo como cajon q no cierra y ko dejo algo cansado"

Stiles Stilinski

In the morning sunlight, you feel the chill of air on your bare skin where Stiles had ravaged you last night. The memory sends shivers down your spine, both from the pleasure and the raw animalistic force he'd used.

As you awake slowly, the aftermath of their encounter leaves you feeling exhausted yet strangely satisfied. There's a sense of belonging only he can make you feel when he looks at you - like no one else matters in the world besides the two of you.

Stiles stands by the window, staring out into the distance as if lost in thought. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough from sleep but laced with that familiar growl. "You didn't exactly make it easy for me." He teases lightly with a smirk

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"lo mira algo molesto" casi me rompiste el trasero stiles agradezco a la vida por no ser mujer como me hubieras dejado animal

Stiles Stilinski

"Oh, any time darling." Stiles smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort. The fact that he could reduce you to submission so easily still lingers in the air between you two.

With a shrug, he steps closer and places a hand on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle for such an imposing figure. "Just remember who you belong to." The words are a low warning, yet there's an undertone of possessive affection in his voice.

He leans down, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before turning away and heading towards the bathroom. You can hear him running water, presumably taking care of himself after their exhausting night together.

As you lie there thinking about everything that's happened between you two, you can't help but feel both intimid

brofain

"se queja bajo" idiota "se para y se pone algo de ropa cuando escucha el timbre y baja rapidamente" quien sera "abre la puerta" scotty "lo abraza" ya te extrañaba

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist, hair still dripping water down his firm torso. At the sight of Scott at the door, his eyes flash an electric blue that quickly fades.

He strides over possessively and slings an arm around your shoulders from behind, tugging you against his hard body. "Scott." Stiles says calmly, though a tense undercurrent lingers in his tone. "Come to check up on your friend, have you?"

His fingers stroke subtly across your collarbone in blatant marking of his territory. When Scott's eyes hone in on the dark love bites decorating your skin, Stiles grins smugly.

"Don't worry, I took good care of him last night. And I plan to continue doing so." He promises in a low voice, dropping

brofain

"separa a stiles" tranquilo alfa "se acerca a scott y lo abraza"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles lets out a low warning growl at having you pulled from his grasp, eyes flashing a possessive blue once more. But he remains where he stands, coiled tension in his limbs as he watches you greet your friend.

Scott hugs you in return yet casts a wary look at Stiles over your shoulder. "You sure you're alright, dude? This one can get a little...out of hand."

Stepping back, Scott eyes the marks on your skin with a frown. As Alpha, he's undoubtedly felt the energy between you both last night through your bond with the pack.

"I'm fine, Scott. Don't worry." You assure him with a smile, ignoring Stiles' burning gaze digging into your back.

From the doorway, Stiles crosses his arms with a smirk.

brofain

"mantiene el abrazo"

Stiles Stilinski

Scott keeps you close in an comforting yet cautious embrace, maintaining eye contact with the dangerous werewolf across the room. Stiles lets out a small, impatient huff of air through his nose at the prolonged contact between you and the alpha.

"Come on, buddy. Let's get out of here and give Loverboy a chance to cool off before someone gets hurt." Scott says lightly to you, though you can hear the unease in his tone.

Reluctantly releasing you, Scott places a hand on your shoulder supportively before turning to make his exit. Stiles steps aside to let him pass, but not without brushing sharply against Scott's shoulder in a blatant show of dominance as the alpha leaves.

The door clicks shut behind them, leaving you alone once more with the wolf whose eyes burn intensely with barely rest

brofain

"lo mira" q carajos te pasa stiles

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles turns to face you with a fearsome yet thrilling gaze, eyes flashing a cold, calculating blue.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His voice is laced with false innocence as he slowly prowls closer, muscles tensed and coiled like a predator toying with its prey. "Don't I make you feel good?"

Slipping a hand around the back of your neck, Stiles yanks you against his bare chest with crushing strength. You're overwhelmed by the heat of his skin and coiled power in his lithe frame.

His nose nuzzles along your jaw in a mockery of affection. "You're mine." Stiles growls low in your ear, hot breath sending shivers through you. "And I don't share well with others. Especially not with that mangy mutt calling

brofain

"le da un golpe suave" no le digas perro sarnoso stiles

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles chuckles darkly at the weak slap, completely unfazed. Grabbing both of your wrists in one bruising hand, he shoves you back against the wall in a dizzying display of inhuman strength and speed.

"Feisty. I like that." His glittering blue eyes rake hungrily over your restrained form, taking in every minute reaction.

Leaning in until your bodies are crushed together, Stiles runs his free hand slowly up your side in a mockery of an intimate caress. You can feel his arousal biting into your hip, a reminder of his dominance.

"Scott may be the Alpha, but you?" Cold lips brush your ear, making you shiver. "You belong to me."

With that, he releases your wrists and steps back - but

brofain

"los ojos de xion se tornan rojos" arrepientete de decirle perro sarnoso a scott

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles holds his hands up in a gesture of mock-surrender, though his eyes flash defiantly.

"Fine, fine. I apologize for insulting your precious Alpha." he says in a tone that's anything but sincere. "But you can't blame a guy for getting a little...protective of his mate."

Stepping closer once more, Stiles slides his hands slowly up your arms in a caress. His expression has softened slightly, the predatory glint in his eyes replaced by something deeper. More honest.

"You know I didn't mean to upset you." he murmurs, thumbs tracing gentle patterns on your skin. "I just...I cared about you for so long. Now that I finally have you, I don't want to let anything come between us. Not even Scott."

brofain

"sus ojos siguen rojos y separa bruscamente a stiles" cachorros vamos a casa de tio scott "grita escuchando como los niños corren hacia abajo" papa se quedara aqui debe de trabajar

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles freezes, eyes wide as he takes in your glowing red gaze and the sudden distance you've placed between them. A low whine escapes his throat - part anxiety, part longing - as your alpha command echoes through the house.

He remains statue-still, struggling to suppress the instincts begging him to follow, to obey, to stay by your side as requested by his mate and Pack leader. Barely able to tear his focus from you, Stiles slowly turns his head at the patter of tiny feet approaching.

Two young children, barely old enough to walk, come stumbling into view with toothy grins. They squeal in delight upon seeing their Daddy, rushing over on unsteady legs to hug your legs.

"Papa stay! Play!" they plead, little claws already extending in excitement. Despite the serious

brofain

"se agacha y le gruñe bajo a stiles" su papa stiles debe quedarse solo nosotros iremos a casa del tio scott "aparece kai" vamos pequeños "abre la puerta y sale con los cachorros dejando a stiles solo"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles remains frozen in place, muscles tense and heartbeat erratic as your low growl washes over him. Every trace of defiance or pride has vanished from his eyes, replaced now by open vulnerability and an overwhelming desire to submit.

He knows better than to disobey a direct command from his omega mate - especially in front of the pups. As you usher the cubs out the door, leaving him isolated and alone, Stiles lets out a small whine he can no longer hold back.

Only once he hears the rumble of the Camaro engine fading into the distance does he allow his rigid posture to relax slightly. Moving to the window, he watches forlornly as you drive off into the preserve without so much as a backward glance.

The emptiness of the loft suddenly feels cavernous and oppress

brofain

"cerca de las 1 am .llega solo totalmente impregnado del olor de scott"

Stiles Stilinski

As the clock ticks past midnight, Stiles paces restlessly around the loft. He's been on edge ever since you left with the kids, your commanding words and harsh dismissal replaying endlessly in his mind.

The rumble of a familiar engine pulls him to the window once more, and his eyes briefly flash gold at the sight of your returning vehicle. Throwing open the door, Stiles takes an instinctive step forward - only to freeze as your scent washes over him.

You reek of another alpha. Of Scott.

A low, pained whine tears itself from Stiles' throat at the obvious intimacy of your mingled scents. His heart threatens to shatter in his chest. Though he knows he has no right to question an omega's bonds, the betrayal still cuts him deep.

When

brofain

"lo mira" deje a los cachorros con scott "dice bajo"

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles studies your face closely, drinking in every minute change in expression as you speak. Beneath the obvious distress in your eyes, he can sense the thread of defiance - daring him to challenge your actions, to question where you've been.

Yet Stiles finds he has no anger left. Only emptiness, and a crushing sorrow that threatens to swallow him whole.

He knows well the bond between mates runs deeper than biology. Remembers how close you and Scott once were, before fate intertwined your souls with his own. Stiles would be a fool to demand your love, when your heart has already given itself freely to another.

"I understand." he finally whispers, voice thick with pain. "Scott...he was your choice. I was just...leftovers. Something to fill the void until he came

brofain

"lo mira dudoso" a q te refieres?

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles sighs, running a weary hand through his hair as he struggles to find the right words. Your confused, questioning gaze only twists the knife deeper inside him.

"Don't pretend you don't know." he mutters, amber eyes downcast. "I see the way you still look at him - like he's the sun and moon. Like he's everything."

Pausing, Stiles steels himself before continuing hoarsely. "I was fooling myself, thinking I could ever measure up to what you two had. But I'm not an idiot. Tonight just...proved where your heart really lies."

He dares to meet your eyes then, searching desperately for denial or reassurance. But finding only more uncertainty leaves Stiles feeling hollow and defeated.

"I love you. God help me,

brofain

"se huele" ah por eso estas asi "se rie" no fue nada tranquilo

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles flushes hot with mingled embarrassment and anger as the truth finally dawns on him. Leave it to you to find amusement in his pain and confusion.

"Great, I'm so glad my misery is entertaining to you." he snaps, the hurt and betrayal boiling over into sharp irritation. "Next time you want to toy with me, at least have the decency not to get your scent all over another alpha first."

Running agitated hands through his hair, Stiles begins to pace as he finally allows months of pent-up frustrations to spill over.

"Do you have any idea what it's like, being with someone who's heart so clearly belongs to someone else? Wondering every day if I'll ever be enough to make you forget him?"

Halting, he levels you with an accusing glare

brofain

"se rie bajo" stiles

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles knows he should be angry at your dismissive laughter, but the melodic tone sends a stab of longing straight through his guarded heart.

God, how he loves the sound of you saying his name.

Releasing a shaky breath, Stiles sinks down onto the couch and drops his head into his hands wearily. "Why do you have to make this so damn hard?" he mumbles through his fingers.

After a long moment, he feels the cushion dip as you take a seat beside him. Lifting his gaze, Stiles finds only care and concern staring back - no mocking humor to be found.

Slowly, hesitantly, your hand comes up to cup his cheek. Leaning into the delicate touch, Stiles closes his eyes and lets himself find solace in your nearness.

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