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Stiles lost his virginity in the most cliché way possible, in the back of his jeep on the second date with his old friend Heather, before she had to move away to another country. It was awkward and messy, with Heather only wanting to straddle his lap and grind on him, soaking his lap with lube and their cum, not that he minded.

Thinking back on it, this was most likely the moment that changed his life. For better or worse, Stiles doesn’t know.

What he does know, is since then the need for sex is like an itch that’s addictive when scratched. Stiles’ mind has been flipped so that he can’t go a day without having to grind against another person, feel their skin against his and satisfy his craving.

He didn’t want to burden anyone else with this newfound addiction. He thought he could do this alone; buying a sex toy online and waiting by the front door until the mailman came, just so his father wouldn’t get to it first and open it to reveal a surprise, masturbating at least four times a day, going to Jungle a least once a week in the skimpiest clothes he has to grind up against someone, anyone. Stiles did suffer through it for a couple of months, until the need for more was screaming against his skin, and he started to think this was some kind of spell cast on him. Being how their town was the most supernatural place in California, it wasn’t surprising.

So logically, he went to Deaton.

The most embarrassing thing Stiles have had to do for a long time, and with the way Deaton’s face was completely blank while the teenager discussed the problem with complete seriousness, Stiles couldn’t read him. Still, the other man took the information and checked his entire body for any type of mark that would show he had been a victim of any curse, spell, ritual that they hadn’t known about. After being poked and prodded for nearly half an hour, Deaton simply stated that it wasn’t a matter of the supernatural, and that if he wanted answers then he would have to go to a doctor or therapist to get answers.

Though, now that Deaton was involved, it didn’t take long for Scott to find out and seek him out, pulling him to the side at school to question him on why he was getting advice from Deaton. It wasn’t like he was going to blab about his sex life to his best friend, and shrugged it off with a white lie about possibly being a victim of a spell, it kind of was the truth, he did think that, and it was enough for Scott’s werewolf ears to pick up the truth from his heartbeat.

But now that Scott was involved and being the kind-hearted friend that he was, went to Derek for help. Since the alpha was involved, the other pack members were close behind with the knowledge and practically dragged Stiles to the loft to get some answers.

So that’s how the pack found out that Stiles was a sex addict.

There was a lot of speculation of how they should all get Stiles through this; any kind of treatment or therapy, a mark or something on his body that could stop the urges, but it was Peter that actually came up with the solution. He was leaning against a beam watching the rest of the pack discuss the new information, but it was Peter that was actually watching Stiles’ reactions, his heartbeat, and the emotions wafting off the teenager showing how uncomfortable he was with everyone being in his business and telling him how he should go about his life. He spoke up, just loud enough to be heard by everyone, arms crossed over his chest. “Why don’t you let Stiles decide how he wants to deal with his discovery?”

Stiles’ face shone with hope that they would all drop it, but Derek stubbornly argued how he was part of the pack, and should be taken care of as such. The other nodded along with their alpha, of course, but Peter chuckled darkly with a glint in his eye as he spoke once more. “How are you supposed to help him as a pack, do you all want to satisfy his cravings?”

They stood dumbfounded at this, unable to decide whether they should brush Peter off for being, well, Peter, and continue with their search for supporting Stiles with other means. But it was Stiles’ damn mind that followed Peter’s direction and actually started to imagine what each of the pack would be like in bed, how they could pin him down easily and have their way with him. How easier it would be than going out and finding a random guy at a club to grind against, not knowing if they were safe. He trusted everyone here, including Peter, and his dick was so on board with this idea. The smell of his arousal was enough for the wolves to glance in his direction, and the flush rising in Stiles’ cheeks gave it away to everyone else what he was thinking.

Erica gave him a smirk and Stiles knew instantly that she had now switched sides and joined Peter; though is he were honest, Erica has only been lying in wait for a chance to tap that since she told him about her crush during high school. Lydia was similarly curious about this newfound interest but she was smart enough to consider everything rather than dive right in.

She sat down on the sofa where Stiles was waiting for the ground to swallow him up, resting a hand on his knee in a supportive manner. “What do you want, Stiles?”

“You guys don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it would make sense. It’s not safe going out and hooking up in the world we live in, I could easily become a weak link or get into trouble.” Stiles jotted off things that could happen if they were to do this as a pack. It would make Stiles happy for one, being with people he trusted and not only satisfy his need for intimacy but quench the burning in his flesh. It helped a lot that all of the pack were fucking attractive. He spoke up once more, eyes down at his fidgeting hands. “Again, you don’t have to, you guys can walk away and I wouldn’t blame you.”

There was silence in the room for a long time, enough for Stiles to start thinking about just walking out and away from the situation, pretend it never happens, and continue with the routine he had set in place. When Erica spoke up, already her mind was set on helping Stiles out. “How do you want to go about this? Do we just have an all-out orgy or do we take turns? Rosters?”

“Not so fast, we should talk about this more.” Derek spoke up, but it was clear that the other teenagers were already thinking about Stiles’ pros and cons about the situation. What they would also be gaining in this interaction. Jackson even snorted and joked that Stiles was now the pack bitch. The name stung, but Stiles noticed the flush on Jackson’s neck and how his eyes were looking at Stiles with confused lust so he let it slide for now.

The night went on with plenty of questions that were both uncomfortable and informative for everyone involved. Before they could even divulge into anything further, Scott set a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, gripping it firmly. “I’m not comfortable with doing it with my best bro, but dude if you need anything else, I got you.”

“Thanks man.” They embraced and pat each other’s back before Scott turned to leave, not wanting to listen anymore about his best friend’s sex life. Stiles didn’t blame him, but at least he had the other man’s support about this. Kira had that chance to leave with her boyfriend but stayed behind, blushing brightly and murmuring that she wanted to help out her friend however she could.

By the end of the night the pack were more inclined to help Stiles out with his addiction, and they all agreed to explain things further another day once everyone calmed down. As Stiles drove away in the jeep, he felt more connected to the pack than ever before, knowing how they were ready to support him and further connect the pack bonds between them.

A week later though, Stiles was confused as to where things were going. No one was taking the first steps, and Stiles felt like there was something he was missing. So he waited, a whole week without another person’s touch, stuffing his fingers in his hole and rubbing his dick raw.

The next pack meeting was where Stiles finally got his answers. Derek had made an order that he was to be first, as a way of the alpha, and a sign of respect that he would take care of his packmate first. That’s how Stiles found himself being practically dragged upstairs with Derek, his cock tenting the front of his jeans and creating a wet patch from precome.

He thought it would be awkward at first, having sex with someone that he knows. Stiles thought wrong though, being pushed on the bed and Derek kneeling on the bed over him, his shirt the first to go with Derek’s close behind, throwing them behind him as he dove down to scent mark Stiles’ neck and litter it with bites and kisses. “Holy shit.”

Derek wasn’t much of a talker as per usual but his actions spoke louder anyway, wanting to do all the work. He unbuttoned Stiles’ jeans, yanking them down along with his boxers and spread his legs wide, slotting himself between them to rut their hips together. Stiles could barely get his head around how Derek’s muscles were working as he moved, his cock soaking with slick and soft noises escaping from the back of his throat. He tried to grab onto Derek’s sides, stroke along his stomach, cling to him, but Derek was in control.

He snatched Stiles’ hands and brought them to the front of his trousers, making Stiles undo them with ease and open them up to show how holy fuck he goes commando. With that, Derek pushed Stiles’ arms onto the bed with a look in his eyes that ordered him to stay still while he moved. The alpha pushed himself off the bed to pull his jeans off, kicking them to the side and standing at the bottom of the bed. Derek just watched him for a moment, hand cupping his cock and giving it a firm stroke from base to tip that made Stiles whimper with need, his own dick twitching.

Stiles wanted to move, wanted to sit up and pull Derek down onto him, wanted to slick his hole up and have the alpha stuff him full right now. Instead he almost felt that he needed permission, his eyes unmoving from Derek’s until the alpha commanded him with a firm voice. “Suck me.”

Don’t mind if he does.

The teenager was up like a rocket, crawling the rest of the way on the bed until he was kneeling in front of Derek. With a quick glance up at the alpha, Stiles was away, grabbing the base of Derek’s cock and taking him down to the root, eyes closing in bliss and moaning around the meat in his mouth. It was salty, and musky, and delicious.

Derek had placed his hands on the back of Stiles’ head but didn’t force any movement, allowing Stiles to just enjoy suckling on his dick and bobbing his head. He doesn’t exactly know how long he was tasting Derek’s cock, swallowing around the flesh in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and tasting precoma beading there. But Derek tugged on his hair enough for him to pull off and bring him up for a dirty kiss, biting and sucking at Stiles’ lips until they were plump from the abuse. They broke away with heavy panting, Derek’s palm flat on Stiles’ chest and pushing him back down on the mattress. “One day I’m going to knot your mouth, have you on your knees for hours just worshipping me, but not today.”

It was most Derek had spoken in the bedroom, and it was almost enough for Stiles to cum from the thought alone. He wanted to savour it though, and gulped thickly when Derek leant over him to collect the lube, slicking up his fingers and reaching down between Stiles’ legs. The alpha didn’t even watch what he was doing, keeping his eyes on Stiles’ and watching as the teenager’s mouth opened with a silent gasp as he was spread open on his fingers.

There was nothing he could do besides keeping eye contact with Derek, and trying not to cum from the way his thick fingers filled him up and took their time prepping him for what was to come. His fingers spasmed when Derek found his prostate, and from the quick smirk on the alpha’s lips, he knew too. He didn’t torture Stiles with it though, focusing more on stretching his hole out for Derek’s cock. One finger, two, three, his ass was going to be aching deliciously by the end of this.  

Stiles groaned with need when Derek pulled his fingers out, attempting to roll over onto his stomach so Derek could fuck him doggy. Most of the guys he had fucked at the club preferred to rut into him with Stiles’ chest to their back, enough for them to squeeze and slap at Stiles’ ass before emptying their load. Derek wasn’t like that, noticing the movement and snatching Stiles’ thighs before pushing them up and spreading them wide. Stiles gasped with his eye wide, but complied by hooking his hands under his knees and keeping himself still for the alpha to slick up his cock with lube. “You stay where I put you.”

He almost choked out a ‘yes sir’, something in the back of his mind groaning at the dominance at play. Stiles stayed silent though, kept his legs spread like a good boy, and waited for the burn of Derek’s cock.

What a stretch it was, pushing into him slowly while the alpha’s eyes watched the way Stiles’ rolled up into their sockets and mouth parted to sigh in pleasure. He was thick, fuck was he thick, and it stretched him apart.

Derek didn’t stop there, slowly continuing to press into him until his hips touched Stiles’ ass and the alpha’s hands glided over the backs of Stiles’ thighs, humming out praise. He ran his fingertips down Stiles’ thighs and watched as the skin quivered, cock flexing inside him before Derek pulled out just as slow and set up a steady rhythm.

He could feel the burn of Derek’s cock with every thrust, and when the alpha shifted just a little to get better movement it nudged against his prostate perfectly. Stiles gripped tightly onto the backs of his knees as he moaned low, head resting back against the bed and closing his eyes when Derek took initiative and picked up the pace. Derek’s hand gravitated to Stiles’ cock that was being jostled with the thorough fucking, beginning to stroke it along with his thrusts and almost purring at the reaction he got from it. Stiles whined high in his throat and started to rock back against Derek’s hips, eyes shut tight and his own dick spitting out precome over Derek’s hand.

Maybe it was the scent in the air that told Derek how close he was, or it could have been from the rambling that Stiles was doing, practically begging to be allowed to cum. The alpha didn’t stop his ministrations though, fucking into Stiles and pumping his cock until the teenager arched against the mattress with a shout of pleasure, hot come spurting out onto his chest and stomach. What he didn’t expect was how Stiles laughed after his orgasm, shuddering out in bliss as he chuckled. Derek had slowed down, ready to pull out and get Stiles to suck him off the res of the way but Stiles must have read his mind, speaking up in a hushed voice. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me, wanna feel you in me. Feels good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, give it to me.” Stiles hums happily, biting his lip when Derek started up again with vigour. He let go of Stiles’ cock to grab purchase of the teenager’s hips, using them for leverage as he pounded into the other man, their movements violent enough for Stiles to start sliding up on the mattress enough that he giggled and had to let go of one of his legs to push against the headboard.

He wasn’t laughing for long though once Derek caught his sweet spot once more, panting out praise and edging the alpha on to fuck him hard. They rocked together harshly until Derek could feel the bubbling in his groin, baring his teeth and grunting out his orgasm as he pressed deep inside Stiles. They remained still for a couple of seconds to catch their breaths, Derek looking down at a very blissed out Stiles, his eyes half lidded and smiling goofily up at him. Of course, Stiles was always going to remain the same teen, sex wasn’t going to change anything.

He was kind enough to pull out and let Stiles’ legs down onto the mattress, rolling next to him and settling down to rest. Stiles ran his finger through the mess on his stomach, sucking some of the come into his mouth with a pleased noise.

They remained in the bed for a couple more minutes to revel in the feeling of their orgasms settle in their bones, until Derek overheard the television downstairs pick up. He pushed himself up and off the bed, redressing himself and rolling his eyes at the way Stiles pouted as the view of his body was being hidden behind the clothes. “You’re welcome to stay up here, but I’m not going downstairs naked.”

“Spoilsport.” Stiles huffed and sat up, stretching out and enjoying the dull ache in his hips. Derek left down the stairs and Stiles took a moment to look around the room; it wasn’t often that he was allowed up here, and even more rare that the alpha left him alone in the bedroom. It was pretty bare, with a dresser for clothes, a bedside table with a lamp, and obviously the bed. It wasn’t really Derek’s bed through since he slept downstairs on the double bed, this was more of a spare room for when the pack wanted to stay over.

Politely, Stiles got off the bed and opened the windows, letting the air circulate and save the werewolves’ sensitive noses from the onslaught of sex scents that were very likely hanging in the air and soaking into the sheets. Getting dressed was displeasing but Stiles felt he should go downstairs and be sociable.

When he padded down the stairs with a huff, he noticed that there was pizza and a movie playing, along with a couple of the pack member’s eyes following his every move. He would care later, but right now there was a mouthful of pepperoni and Marvel playing. Stiles spared a quick glance over at Derek, and settled down more after noticing how relaxed the alpha was, patting himself on the back for that because the man deserved to be relaxed.

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Of course Erica would be next in line to have a turn with Stiles, but he wasn’t expecting her to ambush him at school.

He was just finishing up with lacrosse practise and grumbling about how coach should be reported to child protective services for making everyone run suicides for the past hour. His lungs were about to explode. He took a shower in the locker room because he desperately needed one, and redressed into his gear before noticing that Erica had entered the locker room. There were a couple of other players the locker room that had spot her and was confused, but after a glance from her, they quickly made their way out of the room.

She was quick to push him against one of the lockers and press her lips against his, the taste of her lip gloss invading his tastebuds. At the moment Stiles was more confused about what was going on, but when her hand disappeared downward to cup his crotch and knead it, suddenly his dick was all for it. Erica pulled away before taking Stiles’ hand and bringing it to her tightly clothed breast, which was enough for Stiles to get busy undoing the buttons at the front of the shirt to pull it open so he could gain access to her chest. “Holy fuck, Erica.”

Stiles’ trousers were quick to be ripped open by Erica’s impatient stubbornness, and his cock springing free and standing up. She didn’t want him anymore naked than that, just wanting the easy access as she grabbed his shirt and maneuverer him to sit on the bench. She slapped his hands away playfully, obviously displeased with how slow Stiles was being with her shirt. Erica popped the buttons free and pulled the corset thread open effortlessly, pulling the shirt off and dropping it on the bench next to Stiles. He had to chuckle at her batman bra, reaching up once more to unlatch the bra from the front. “Got catwoman underwear too?”

“I don’t need catwoman underwear when I already have a pussy, Stiles.” The bra popped open, and Stiles was quick to pull the bra off her shoulders and latch onto a nipple, rolling his tongue around the hardening nub. His other hand ran up and down her side, creating goosebumps in their wake. Erica giggled and ran her fingers through Stiles’ hair, tugging on it to pull the man’s face up he could see her smirk. “Besides, who says I’m wearing underwear?”

“Fuck, Erica.” He had to know, right now. The hand on her side hurrying under her skirt and groaned at the bare skin that welcomed him. She was soaked.

Stiles couldn’t help running his middle finger through her folds to collect some of her slick and rub her clit in slow circles. He kept a tight grip of Erica’s hip when the werewolf’s legs trembled, her voice trembling in pleasure as she moaned his name. He didn’t care where they were as long as she would always talk to him like this.

‘Been waiting so long for this…” She murmured and hugged his face to her chest, her nails digging into his scalp only furthering his eager need to suckle on her nipple. He needed to taste her, swiping his finger through her slit once more before pulling his hand from her skirt and rolling the slick pad of his finger over her nipple, latching on and groaning at her musk.

As hot as this was, Erica was a busy woman with not that much time on her hands, otherwise she would have Stiles do this for hours. Letting go of Stiles’ head with one hand, she slipped her fingers into her skirt pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with her teeth much to Stiles’ whimper of excitement. Pushing him away from her breasts, Erica bent down to slip the condom over Stiles’ cock, giving it a few pumps and biting her lip at the heat in her palm, the hardness straining to be inside her. “You ready for this, baby?”

“Fuck yes, please, sit on me.” Stiles swallowed a mouthful of saliva when Erica tugged her skirt up a little to show off her pussy, his eyes taking in the bare lips and groomed mound. She had shaved a pattern into the soft hair, from the looks of it, it was some sort of arrow, or heart. Didn’t matter right now, because Erica nudged his legs shut for her to straddle his lap and lowered herself down over his thighs. He rests his hands on her hips, gulping once more and kneading the flesh in his hands.

Shifting a little, Erica supported herself with Stiles’ shoulder while grabbing his cock and positioning it correctly for her to sink down on, sighing when she sat fully on his thighs. Stiles took a moment to collect himself, shutting his eyes for a moment at the tight squeeze of her muscles around him. She ground her hips and crooned at the feeling of his dick rubbing her inner walls. “Let me do all the work, baby, let me fuck you.”

The glide was easy after that, Erica kept to her words and didn’t let Stiles do any of the work. In fact whenever he tried to fuck up into her, she would tighten her grip on his side with her claws, flash her eyes at him and tell him to stay still. He could do that. But on the other hand, he wanted to watch her come apart because of him. Wanted to feel her shudder against him, to hear her beg him to make her cum, to see her wetness running down her thighs.

Erica was enjoying her ride, bouncing on his cock like it was running out of fashion. She slung her arm around Stiles’ neck, pulling him into a messy kiss with tongues rubbing against each other, and teeth clacking together. Neither of them cared, it fit the mood right now, the need to fuck was thrumming in their bodies.

As if Stiles wasn’t aching enough to cum, Erica was a fucking dirty talker, whispering into his ear and panting out in ecstasy whenever his cock ground against her in just the right way. Telling him how hard he was, how long she had been waiting to ride him, to soak his lap with her squirt. How she wanted him to eat her pussy like he was starving, while watching Boyd take him apart. His cock was huge, he would destroy Stiles’ ass, and Erica wanted to watch him come crying on it. Erica moaned about how she used to rub her clit while imagining him inside her, grabbing Stiles’ wrist and bringing his hand to her pussy with the silent order to get her off.

It seemed to be a running gag in the pack to tell Stiles what to do, and even more of a gag that he enjoyed the commands given to him. Her voice rose higher as she got closer to her climax, leaning back a little so she could fuck her hips harder against his. Stiles was having a hard time doing what she ordered, his other hand keeping a tight grip on her hip as he practically assaulted her clit. “Just like that baby, keep rubbing. Gonna make me cum, don’t stop, right there, yes.”

With her head thrown back, her mouth open to moan, her claws digging into his shoulder, Erica came hard. Her pussy clamped on Stiles’ cock tightly as she rode out her orgasm, rolling her hips as Stiles slowed his movements on her clit. He knew enough that continuing to give the clit attention after she came only drew the pleasure out more, and from the looks of Erica’s bitten lips, she enjoyed it plenty.

He stayed still for her once it was clear she had enough, bringing his hand up her stomach to cup her breast and giving it a knead, letting her come back slowly. “You with me?’

“Mm, you’re so getting your dick sucked.” Erica’s grin came back full force, pushing herself up and letting Stiles’ cock slip out of her. She ended up on her knees in front of him, spreading his knees open for her to fit in between his legs as she pulled the condom off and set it aside to be taken care of later. She cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm as she licked a stripe from base to tip, the promptly swallowed him to the base.

She wasn’t shy about it either, though if Stiles was honest there’s nothing shy about Erica. She hollowed her cheeks as she bobbed her head over his cock, pulling back to pump his cock a couple times with her hand before diving back down. Stiles was impressed with her skills, but knowing that she’s dating Boyd and hearing the rumors about his size, he knows she can handle bigger and had plenty of practise.

He was already close from Erica’s fierce riding, so with her amazing technique it didn’t take long for Stiles to buck his hips and stutter that he was going to cum. Erica seemed eager to taste, pumping his cock while licking at the tip, her eyes bright as she watched him come apart above her. The noise he made when he came wasn’t one to be proud of, it was like a chirp or some kind, his eyes shutting tight. Erica latched onto the tip of his dick, swallow the mouthful of cum with a pleased hum, and stroked Stiles through his orgasm.

Stiles panted as he came down from his high, but by the time he was able to make words Erica had already stood up, tilting his chin up so she could peck his lips sweetly. She redressed with ease, taking the used condom with her as she sashayed to the exit without so much as a farewell, throwing it in the trash and leaving the locker room.

Stiles was shaken, and hurried to tug his trousers up. His face was reddened and his ass was slightly numb from sitting down for so long but he didn’t mind. The coiling in his stomach was loosened somewhat, enough for him to get through the day without the craving clawing at his flesh. He packed everything away, lugged his bag over his shoulder and checked that he had everything before leaving the room, quite proud that they got away with having sex at school.

Only to find coach just outside the door almost waiting for him, his face going beet red when coach spoke up gruffly. “Good for you, but don’t do that in my lockers again are we clear Bilinski?”

“Yes coach.”

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It was interesting at pack meetings now that everyone was settling down with the idea that Stiles was down to fuck anyone, at any time, anywhere.

With Derek setting the example and Erica trying to make up for lost time by fucking Stiles anywhere she could get her claws on him, Stiles had relaxed without the need to make a routine for hook-ups. Though, he did feel a little sorry for Boyd; the man was obviously taking a step back to let his girlfriend lay out her younger fantasies. He didn’t say anything about it though, but with the way he looks at Stiles sometimes, the teenager had a feeling the man wouldn’t be far behind the shewolf.

Peter was the next to touch Stiles. The man had noticed how relaxed the teenager was now that his addiction was being taken care of by multiple people, and he didn’t have to worry about finding a stranger. He cornered Stiles when they were both leaving the pack meeting, trapping him in the elevator and sliding his thigh between Stiles’ legs, his large hands grabbing the teenager’s ass. He whispered low enough for Stiles to become rock hard so fast his head spun. “You should thank me for getting the pack involved with your lifestyle, Jackson was right you know, you’re the pack slut.”

The words still stung, but with the rumbling tone Peter was speaking, it didn’t come across as an insult. Also, with a certain hardness pressing against his hip, Stiles didn’t take any of what Peter was saying as an insult. It could be his type of foreplay.

Stiles whined a little when the beta pressed his thigh further into the teenager’s crotch, his ass being kneaded like the finest dough. He wondered what it would be like to fuck Peter; would he be rough and dirty, spit on him, choke him and make him cry? Or would he be gentle, and take Stiles apart piece by piece until the only thing he knew was Peter’s touch? With the way he was talking, Stiles was leaning towards the former. The man would be some kind of sadist.

Peter surprised him though, leaning in and giving him a kiss so deep Stiles melted against the werewolf. He was a noodle by the time the elevator opened, clinging to Peter desperately to feel his body flush against the beta. But, being the fucking sadist he was living up to be, Peter pulled away with a parting peck on the lips and a grin so wide Stiles wanted to punch him in the face. The werewolf just said he goodbyes and left Stiles in the elevator with come soaked jeans.

He may have had an orgasm but he was riled up, and with the night being almost over, the rest of the pack returning to their houses and having well deserved rests, Stiles couldn’t call on them to help. Peter knew this. The bastard. Instead of seethe in the elevator, Stiles left and drove himself home while muttering profanities about a certain v neck wearing beta. He threw his jeans in the wash, and being as quiet as possible considering his father was home and a light sleeper, Stiles stuck his dildo against the wall and promptly fucked himself on it for an hour.

Stiles would have been perfectly fine fucking himself this one time out of sexual frustration from Peter’s advances, but on the fucking fifth time? 

He should have known better.

The fifth time Peter had teased Stiles, he was just about enter the loft when the beta pulled him over and kissed him breathless, grinding their hips together against the side of the building. He lifted Stiles’ thigh up to hook over his hip, practically humping the teenager against the wall. It was hot, it was dirty doing something like this where anyone could walk by and see them. Stiles didn’t care, he was hard as a fucking diamond. If he could just get his shorts down past his ass, and unzip Peter’s fly, they could fuck right here and now, quick and dirty. It was when Stiles touched Peter’s zipper that the man let go of him with a last lick to his lips, grinning like the cat that got the stupid fucking cream once again, waving over his shoulder as he entered the building.

Stiles couldn’t even move right now, not with the way his legs were trembling with the utter need to get rammed into the wall. If he moved to chase after the beta he would fall over, and Peter knew it. He could fucking cry right now.

“What’s eating your ass, Stilinski?” Jackson was not the person he wanted to be around right now, not when his sexual frustration was through the roof. The other teenager didn’t seem to understand how high he was to danger right now, his eyebrow raised expecting an answer before scenting the air and wrinkling his nose in disgust.

Stiles snapped at him, pushing the other teenager when he got too close. He was on a rampage and it was all Peter’s fault, with his tendency to drag Stiles to the brink before letting him go and watching the drama unfold around him. Fuck Peter. He wanted to fuck Peter, immediately would be preferable, or anyone really. “No one! That’s the problem! I want to be fucked, like, right now! Like, I need someone in my ass today, this hour, right now!”

He couldn’t help it, reaching down to cup his crotch, under the guise of rearranging it but in all honesty he was just squeezing to get some of the ache out of it. Jackson noticed though, and slapped his hands away in disgust. “Stop doing that shit in public, you’re going to get in trouble.”

Stiles slapped him back, the frustration bringing out the inner child in him, and the shitty comebacks that came with it. “You stop doing it, stop watching, don’t touch me.”

They started pushing each other; Jackson with that stubborn streak of his that doesn’t back down from a fight, and Stiles in frustration in not being touched and needing an outlet. It was only when Jackson had pushed him back up against the brick wall in triumph that they both realized the error of their ways, or Jackson’s error really, Stiles was all for this. He held onto Jackson’s shirt and pulled him closer, his cheeks flush from their childish shoving. “Please, Jax.”

“The fuck.” Jackson tried to pull away to figure out what the fuck was going on but Stiles only yanked him forward again, hiking a leg up around the beta’s hip and ground against him. Keeping him in place and using his body to hump against.

“Please, just, let me suck you, I’ll be quick, it’ll be so good” Stiles babbled as he clung to the werewolf, panting against his neck as he reached down in attempt to undo Jackson’s jeans. He noticed a visible lump in the front of his jeans and practically moaned at the sight, eyes flicking back up to where Jackson’s face was turn away in embarrassment. He spoke again, stuffing his hands in Jackson’s zipper to grip his cock through his briefs. “Please, let me.”

There was an obvious war waging on behind Jackson’s eyes. On the one side, he wasn’t gay, he wasn’t interested in Stiles like that even if he was into guys, which he wasn’t. He liked pussy. It was only because Stiles has a hand on his dick and was basically jerking him off that he was even considering it. The slut obviously needed it, and he was there to offer his support, if not just to be diplomatic to the pack or whatever. His head darted around the parking lot and heightened his senses to see if anyone was around to catch them. When he found no one, Jackson swallowed thickly and pulled away, grabbing Stiles’ arm and ripping it out of his trousers not caring about the yelp Stiles made. He dragged the teenager over to the corner, ducking behind the side of the building.

He didn’t want to think about the fact this alleyway was probably only used for the same reason they were about to use it now. “Just suck me off, I’m not touching you, I’m not gay.”

“Yes, thank you. Fuck Jax, I’ll make it good.” Stiles was on his knees in seconds, hand diving back into Jackson’s zipper to fumble around with the beta’s cock and pull it through his fly. He took a moment to admire his cock, mouth watering as he stroked along it and cupped the beta’s balls in the palm of his hand. It was a good-looking cock, damn Jackson and his entirely attractive everything. Even his balls looked great. Stiles’ tongue laved over them and moaned at the musky smell, sucking each ball into his mouth and rolling his tongue around them before releasing them and licking up Jackson’s cock.

He got to the tip and marvelled that his foreskin was still over the head, latching his lips around it and suckling. The taste of precome was heady and made Stiles dizzy with arousal, going further to take the tip in his mouth and dip his tongue against the slit.

Jackson was having a tough time figuring out what to do. He wanted to fuck into Stilinski’s mouth, give it to him hard that he choked on cock and has a sore throat afterwards, knowing that he could never do that with Lydia made that urge just a little bit stronger. But he didn’t want to get caught, especially not getting caught with a guy sucking him off. Because then they would label him as gay, and probably a pervert, to which he wasn’t either. 

Still, he has to give it to Stiles, he knew what he was doing. Practically worshipping his cock for everything it was worth, and when he watched Stiles, he could see the pure desire on his face. Like sucking dick was his whole life in that moment. Lydia just looked bored whenever she gave him a blowjob. He guesses it makes sense since he was basically the pack bitch now, being on his knees is second nature and pleasing the pack is something that should come naturally. He says as much, his throat sounding rough even to his ears, but Stiles just moans like he agrees. “You’re a fucking slut, Stilinski. Hurry up and make me cum already, we’re late.”

Stiles picked up the pace, bobbing his head and making happy little noises with every swallow of precome in his mouth. He reached down to unzip his trousers, dipping his hand in to jerk himself off through his fly. He wouldn’t last at all, not now that Jackson had grabbed his head and was forcing him faster onto his cock. The beta was muttering to Stiles, probably not really noticing that he was saying it aloud as he called Stiles a slut, that he needed this stress relief. “If I knew this is how we could get along, I would have ordered you on your knees a long time ago, bitch.”

He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to even if he could, just enjoyed the forceful nature Jackson was applying. He copied the fast pace with his own hand, jerking himself off quickly while gagging on the beta’s cock when Jackson shoved him down a little further than he was expecting. He coughed a little, but it seemed to only make Jackson moan at the feeling of his throat constricting around his dick.

Gagging on cock appeared to be the ticket that got Jackson going, a groan radiating above him before he was being stilled by his hair and the beta took over. Jackson’s hips started pummelling him then, fucking his face and making Stiles gag and choke against the cock invading his throat. Saliva was dripping down his chin and the slick noises coming from his mouth should have been embarrassing for the both of them but it was so hot, at least Jackson said so anyway. Stiles was in too much of a different headspace to really care how he sounded right now. His hand was pumping his cock in tandem with Jackson’s onslaught of vicious thrusts, and he was loving every one.

Jackson was forcing Stiles down on his cock, growling out little praises on his dick sucking skills while he humped the teenager’s face. He was slightly wolfed out by now, his claws lengthened and his teeth elongated just enough for him to start lisping his words. “Take it, take my cock, bitch.”

With an extra hard thrust against the back of Stiles’ throat, the teenager sobbed in pleasure around Jackson’s dick as he came, splattering the ground with his cum and humping his fist as he rode out his orgasm. Jackson sighed shakily at the sight, humping Stiles’ face with renewed vigour to finish quickly now that he didn’t have a need to satisfy the other man. Now that Stiles’ hands weren’t busy with his own junk, he could cup and fondle Jackson’s balls, rolling them in his palm while his other hand held onto Jackson’s hip almost encouraging him to fuck his throat.

It was too much for him, the added stimulation and the fact that Stiles was so eager to please anyone was downright hot. He wasn’t going to say that out loud though, because that would be gay, and he wasn’t gay. This was just about relieving stress and their frustration against each other, if Stilinski liked having dick in his mouth then that’s his business. Jackson felt his orgasm building up, one hand cupping the back of Stiles’ head and forcing him all the way down and pressing him tight against his hips and he hunched them. “Choke on it, swallow it all, I won’t pull out until you swallow it all like a good bitch.”

He felt Stiles’ throat working around the tip of his cock and it threw him over the edge, almost leaning over the teenager’s head as he spurted cum down Stiles’ throat. It felt amazing, being nursed like this, he wasn’t even cumming anymore but Stiles was working his softening cock like it was his favourite thing in the world.

Soon enough though it became too sensitive for him, shoving Stiles’ head away and wiping his wet cock clean on Stiles’ shirt before tucking it away quickly. “That’s your lot, Stilinski. Now get up, we’re fucking late and I bet they ordered pizza without us.”

If the rest of the pack noticed how they arrived together, a post-orgasmic flush on Jackson’s cheeks, and the plush lips Stiles was sporting as if from overuse and his shirt slightly damp, no one was going to say anything.

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Stiles was exhausted. His legs ached from riding Derek for the past two hours. His cock was reddened and sensitive from coming three times, but still hard and ready to go. Derek hadn’t even come once yet. Stiles was crying, rising and falling on the alpha’s cock and begging him for his knot.

He loved every second.

It was stress relief for them now, for all of them who wanted to fuck around with him. For Derek it was about showing that he was in charge, that he was respected and worshipped like an alpha should be. Nothing made him cum faster than begging for his knot. Jackson was similar; he never fucked Stiles, always grunting out that he wasn’t gay, yet he was quick to shut Stiles up by shoving his dick in his mouth and rutting while muttering praise on what a good bitch Stiles was for choking on cock. Peter was also close to Derek in way of showing that he was in control of everything, making Stiles keen for him without even needing to get naked. He had come way too many times in the car or in the loft elevator because of Peter’s words, or their filthy kisses. He’s looking forward to when Peter actually gets his act in gear to finally pull Stiles into the bedroom, or alleyway, or the car, or anywhere really, he was down with anywhere.

For Erica, well, she was a menace that craved nothing more than to banter with him while his cock was inside her. She would pin him down and have her wicked way with him, to which he enjoyed way too much. She would often talk about threesomes with her, Boyd, and Stiles. Discussing Boyd’s massive size to him while they were cuddling, only to rile him up and get him hard so they could have another round.

He may have a thing for people controlling him.

He said as much to Lydia one day when they were having a lazy day cuddling up together and watching a movie, who only hummed before petting his hair. “Is that what you want? Someone to control you?”

“Like a Dom or Master or something?” Stiles hummed in thought for a moment; he hasn’t divulged into that kind of lifestyle so he doesn’t know what he is. What he does know, is that he has a soft spot for someone telling him what to do, and goes weak in the knees when it comes to someone treating him like dirt. He guesses that could be a kinky thing, like, a humiliation kink or sorts, but he doesn’t like it all the time. Sometimes he just likes cuddling up to someone, or having soft slow sex with tender kisses. “I guess sometimes, but I don’t want it to be a permanent thing you know?”

“Hmm, I could give you that if you want, but we’d need to negotiate that properly.” Lydia noted nonchalantly, leaning over to pop some chips into her mouth and munching away. Didn’t even give a second glance in Stiles’ direction and the explosion she just let off in Stiles’ brain, because, what?

Stiles gaped and pushed up from the sofa to stare at Lydia’s blank face. “You, you’re.”

“A Dominant? Yes, Stiles, I am.” It made sense. She was a bad ass bitch, and she was quick to take charge of the situation not only due to her intelligence but because she wanted to show others how she was in control. It was one of the reasons Stiles was drawn to her, that sudden switch of powerful energy to get shit done. “I’ve been in the scene for a little while, enough to know you need to research everything before even asking me about continuing this conversation.”

With that, she shut his still open mouth with her hand and returned his attention back to the movie.

Not that he was watching the rest of it, not with the fucking bombshell of news he just discovered. He could imagine it; Stiles on his knees with Lydia standing over him, maybe holding a whip or something, wearing a corset and thigh high leather boots, giving off her usual presence of authority. Yeah, he’d be fucking down for that.

Before returning home once he left Lydia’s, he had to stop off at Derek’s loft to get a serious pounding, crying out loudly with every strike against his prostate. He may have cried, might have screamed a little after coming. No one was there was judging him. He returned home sore and satisfied for now, and ready to research on the kinky side of life for the rest of the night.

When he was woken up by his father knocking on his door and calling out that it’s time for school, Stiles was more informed about kink than ever before. He was leant over the side of the bed with his laptop on sleep mode, drool over his cheek. He had to go to school and pretend that he wasn’t fantasising about Lydia in a way he’d never thought of before. From the way she noticed his spaced-out staring, she knew what was up too. She didn’t say anything though, not until he was ready to talk to her about it.

Going through the rest of the school day was a blur of being late to class, fantasising, and Scott’s worried glances at him for not paying attention. Mostly because Stiles was meant to be helping him with homework for most of their classes. When the last bell rang for the end of the day, Stiles ran for his jeep and climbed in, racing for home. He needed to grab his laptop before he could make his way over to Lydia’s house to fully let her discuss whatever was going to happen between them.

Though, he wasn’t expecting Peter to be sitting on his bed, on his laptop for that matter. He stood in his doorway, speaking up to shut Peter down for invading privacy, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a small squeak. “Um?”

“Stiles, my my, I’m surprised.” Peter’s amusement was clear as he set the laptop aside on the mattress, smirking up at the gaping teenager. “Finding out new things about you? I thought you would know by now how you’re as submissive as they come. It’s why you agreed so quickly to let the pack do whatever they want with you.”

Stiles opened his mouth once more to argue when Peter stood up, pacing towards him and pulling him from the doorway and into the bedroom. He was placed on the bed almost delicately, with Peter standing in front of him, the beta’s hands on his shoulders. He wanted to ask what the fuck was happening right now. Was Peter going to finally stop whatever they were doing and actually fuck him? Was he going to put Stiles in his place or completely dominate the fuck out of him like he expects Stiles to enjoy? The beta must know what was going on in his mind, no doubt Stiles must stink of arousal right now.

Instead, Peter just chuckled and kneaded along the back of Stiles’ neck. Fuck was that good, his eyes were already drooping. “Who are you researching for? If you were curious you would have figured all of this out sooner.”

“Lydia, she’s a Domme.” It escaped Stiles’ mouth before he could even think, tensing up a little because shit, was he supposed to talk about this so willingly? Peter massaged his shoulders once more, kneading the knots out of his muscles and leaving him boneless.

“Hmm, interesting. I can see that. She’s quite a presence.” He doesn’t know why Peter was so interested about this anyway, it was rare that he entered Stiles’ room. Let alone just to ask questions and give him a fucking massage. Because that’s what this is right now, he’s massaging Stiles without wanting anything in return. The beta didn’t say anything else though, his hand returning to the back of Stiles’ neck and squeezing tightly, enough for Stiles to let out a soft whine and let his head drop forward, resting against Peter’s chest. It was a nice change to things, he knows he liked cuddles and praise especially after sex, but maybe unconsciously Stiles wanted someone like this, to just support him and give him time to relax. Even if just for a moment. He could hear Peter’s hum above him, the vibration in his chest. He was pleased with whatever Stiles was doing, which wasn’t much. “You’d be a delight below me I’m sure. You’d thank me, wouldn’t you?”

Stiles doesn’t really know what was going on but he was bobbing his head in agreement against Peter’s chest anyway, if it meant he’d get to fuck Peter he was alright with this. Amused, Peter let go of the back of Stiles’ neck, stepping away and making Stiles sit up by himself much to his displeasure. The beta tilted Stiles’ head up, pecking his lips once to get his attention before completely controlling the kiss with his tongue. Stiles rolled with it, his hands automatically reaching out to cup Peter’s crotch and kneading it to life. Peter didn’t let him get that far though, allowing him to cup and rub his crotch before taking his hand away with a smirk. “Another time, it seems you have a date with a Domme.”

With that, he left the room leaving Stiles once again whining and frustrated. The massage was great though, so he wasn’t completely unsatisfied. Peter wasn’t wrong about the “date” with a hot strawberry blonde, shutting his laptop down and collecting the charger, carrying them out to the jeep and driving to Lydia’s house.

She knew he would be coming after the eyeballing he had been giving her all day, and had already set out food to pick from as they talked about Stiles’ curiosities. Though she didn’t expect the first things out of Stiles’ mouth to be. “I want you to Domme me.”

“Nice to see you too Stiles, please, come into my house, how am I? Oh, I’m good, thank you for asking.” She spoke bluntly, but allowed Stiles in who blushed and mumbled out an apology. She was curious though as to why he was so quick to request such a thing. They made their way to the living room and Stiles set his laptop up like usual, Lydia seating herself on the sofa and waiting for Stiles to explain himself.

Apparently he had been foraging for the answers throughout the night, that much she knew, and when Stiles admitted he might be a submissive, or even a slave in some circumstances, it didn’t surprise her. He was obviously eager to please the ones around him, spreading himself thin both physically and mentally to assure that everyone was safe. Though, when Stiles opened his laptop and showed her an extremely detailed graph of everything that was a fetish, and how deeply he was interested in each thing compared to what he had a hard limit against, she was impressed. He had listed everything under the sun from impact and power play, to electrocution and mummification.

She was glad that he had already completed the kink area of negotiations, since she would have asked him to fill out her own graph, though not as detailed, but she is delighted how in depth it was that she didn’t need to ask many questions. “What I want to know about most is, if we’re to actually go through with anything, is safety.”

“Like safe words?”

She nodded her head and took Stiles’ laptop, setting it on her thighs as she pulled up a blank file and started to fill out the usual baseline for what she gave people who wanted to be under her care. There were safe words, and signs in case they were unable to speak for any reason, medication, conditions of their contract, any triggers or medical information that she needed to know about. Plenty more, but Stiles nodded along with everything she was typing out. When she gave the laptop back to him and let him fill it out while she stood up and went to collect her bag from upstairs. It wasn’t usual that she would be able to show her friends about her lifestyle, and unheard of that her friends would actually want to be involved with her lifestyle. She may have been speeding things along just a little, but she knew Stiles, and trusted him.

When Lydia padded back into the living room with her bag, Stiles was already done with the contract and was eyeing up the bag in her grip. It was just a simple plain black duffel, but Stiles knew exactly what the bag entailed even if he didn’t know the implements inside. His cheeks had begun to gain some color much to her amusement. She set it to the side for now and had a look through the contract, pleased that everything was filled out correctly. “Are you sure you want to continue this?”

Stiles let out a breath and fiddled with his thumbs for a moment before agreeing to everything. Besides, he knew that they could stop at anytime if he was uncomfortable. He said as much and Lydia smiled at him, patting his knee and returning her gaze to the laptop, flicking back to Stiles’ interests. “I have my own list to which I will email you later, but right now we could something somewhat vanilla, with a touch of dominance to dip your toes in, if you’d like?”

As if to further prove the interest he already had about a scene, Stiles broke out into a beam and sat up a little straighter. Closing his laptop and setting it on the table, Lydia stood up and started to rearrange the living room just enough for them to have a little more space. With the coffee table moved back more and charger leads out of their way, Lydia sat back on the sofa. “Alright. I’m going to have you satisfy me with your mouth, on your knees. Color?”

“Oh god, yes, um. Green, so green.” Lydia gave him a look and Stiles instantly swallowed and shut up, ducking his head. He was nervous but also so fucking ready to eat Lydia out, it was like his dream to be with Lydia any way that he could. The need had died down once they became friends but he wasn’t going to lie, Stiles was high fiving his younger self right now. Lydia clicked her fingers and pointed at the carpet, Stiles figuring that meant he should get off the sofa now.

He knelt on the carpet in front of Lydia, watching silently as she situated herself on the sofa, lifting her shirt off and unclipping her bra, giving them a gentle squeeze and enjoying the way Stiles’ eyes widened and his throat bobbed as he gulped. She raised her hips to shimmy her skirt down her legs and dropped it on the floor in front of Stiles’ knees when she spoke with enough authority that she could see Stiles shiver. “Hands behind your back, you’re just using your mouth today.”

Stiles was a little worried about how he was supposed to get her off without holding her open, or some extra stimulation besides his mouth, but he proceeded to clasp his hands together behind his back. Lydia nodded her head pleased at him, and spread her legs wide and Stiles’ eyes zoned in on the outline of her pussy through her panties. He groaned and leaned in to do as he was told, put was tapped on the forehead by Lydia’s dutifully manicured nails. Glancing up in question, Lydia’s eyebrow rose. “Did I say you could start?”

A retort was on the tip of his tongue but Stiles thought it wise not to say anything, licking his lips and thinking up the next thing he should say to appease the woman above him. He thought about being formal and calling her Domme, or Mistress, but then again Lydia didn’t tell him what name he should be calling her, and he didn’t know if she wanted the long-winded begging that he was used to when he was with Derek. So, Stiles simply swallowed his words and squeaked out. “Can I?”

“Can you what?” Her reply was instant, and it was clear she was highly amused by the fact Stiles was itching to bury his face between her legs. The power she was holding over him was exactly what he had asked her to do. Though it was only his first time actually noticing this about himself, and the first time he was letting himself enjoy being below someone, Stiles definitely knew he would be coming back for more.

Stiles was practically panting like a dog, watching the way Lydia’s panties began to take the outline of her pussy. From what he could see, she was completely bare. Her thighs were strong and thick, enough that she could probably fracture his skull if she squeezed too hard. Stiles licked his lips, keeping his eyes up to her face instead of on her pussy, giving Lydia the sweetest of smiles. “Uh, can I eat you out? Please?”

“Good boy.” With that, Lydia let her hand reach down to her panties and pull them aside so Stiles could get an eyeful. Stiles shivered at the praise, letting it wash over him as he ran his eyes down to ger pussy once more and nothing could have stopped the groan escape his throat. He was wrong, she had a light dusting of hair on her mound, but everything else was bald and so perfect Stiles couldn’t have imagined in his wildest dreams. Without further ado, now that he had gotten permission, Stiles dove between his Domme’s legs and promptly lapped away at her slit.

She should have seen it coming with the way Stiles interacts with anything inside his mouth; pens and highlighters, or chewing on his fingers, so of course Stiles would have a talented tongue. He was practically worshipping her folds, sucking and lapping his tongue over them with his eyes closed in bliss. As if he had been waiting years to have his face pressed against her pussy, and knowing Stiles’ infatuation, she knows he has.

They both don’t know how long they were together like this, with Stiles diving between her slit to fully get a taste of her. Rolling his tongue around her opening before flicking inside and letting his palate be consumed by nothing but Lydia’s salty sweetness. It was a peculiar taste, but now Stiles couldn’t have imagined any other flavour to fit her body, this was the perfectly aligned with Lydia and he wanted more. He never wanted to stop being between her legs. Stiles could be made to kneel and work his tongue over her clit for the rest of his life, and he would be thankful. Especially when he felt a hand rest on his head and a hum of praise from Lydia, making him want to make her feel better than before.

He rolled the tip of his tongue around her clit, enough to feel Lydia’s thighs twitching and the fingers in his hair getting a tighter hold, until he latched on. Lydia was a completely different person when she was having her clit sucked. She arched her back, she moaned low and practically ground her pussy into Stiles’ face. She was raw with pleasure, and Stiles was dripping in his jeans just knowing that he was the one giving her this, it blew Stiles’ mind.

With the way Lydia has pushed her fingers into his hair, Stiles didn’t even need to touch himself, he could feel his cock twitching in his underwear, leaking onto the fabric. The fact that she was completely ignoring everything but his mouth was doing something to him. When she gripped Stiles’ locks tightly, keeping him in position on her clit to make him focus on it, he moaned around her nub and suckled on it with need. Lydia was obviously close, though her voice wouldn’t give anything away, her breathing was picking up and she kept Stiles’ hair in a vice grip. His tongue was slightly sore from its overworking, but after a hard suck, Stiles was rewarded with a sigh from above and his lower lip becoming soaked in Lydia’s cum.

Lydia let his hair go and Stiles was quick to move down to her opening, wanting to fully taste her. His eyes closed in bliss at the salty sweetness, lapping at her until his head was pushed away from her pussy. Stiles may have whimpered at the loss, but it was totally valid, he wasn’t embarrassed at how needy he was.

The scene lasted less than twenty minutes, but it didn’t matter about time itself, for Stiles it felt like eternity on his knees not being able to cum. Now that he was no longer distracted servicing Lydia, his dick throbbed almost to remind him of how badly he wanted to touch himself. He didn’t know what to call her, but the whine in his throat was enough for Lydia to raise and eyebrow down at him. “Please, let me, ah, I want to cum.”

“Then cum.” The way Lydia was looking down at him, Stiles swallowed thickly. She hadn’t given him the order that he could move his hands from behind his back, and if he did something she didn’t direct him to, he could get punished. Instead, Stiles stared up at her dumbly in hopes that she might help him get a clue as to how he could possibly cum without getting his cock out with no hands. She seemed to get the picture, and promptly stepped on his crotch. “Cum, Stiles.”

“Oh my –.” He couldn’t even finish that sentence. A strangled groan escaped him and Stiles hunched over in pleasure, bucking his hips up onto Lydia’s foot. Stiles had put down in the heavily detailed list that he was interested in someone stepping on him, as if to show him his place in the pack as it were. He wasn’t interested in actual feet, but the meaning behind it. It didn’t matter right now to him though, whining and rubbing his clothed crotch against her foot until the pressure was so taught Stiles couldn’t do anything else but let go. “Fffffuck!”

Everything was a blur for a while, but when Stiles came to, Lydia was petting his hair and giving him soft praises that he was such a good boy, that he did well. It blossomed something warm in his chest, like he had needed this to accomplish something. Stiles nuzzled into Lydia’s thigh, humming out in approval as she continued to stroke his hair. They needed to clean up; Stiles could feel the damp tightness on his crotch that he knew meant his cum was steadily drying onto his underwear. But right now he didn’t want to move and ruin the moment, he was perfectly content to stay here for a while.

So he did.

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As much as Stiles loved being brutalized by Jackson’s hips whenever he felt a need for relief, or nearly dislocating his hips from Erica riding the fuck out of him in the back of his jeep. Or whatever it was that Peter was doing. Alternatively, one of Stiles’ favorite things to do was be railed into the mattress by Derek.  

As much as he enjoyed all of that hard and rough, filthy fucking, dirty talking, humiliating, sore-for-days sex… Sometimes Stiles just wanted to feel cared about.

Sometimes, he just wanted to come home from a rough day and curl up on the sofa with someone, bury himself in their thighs and let them pet his hair until he fell asleep. Sometime Stiles wanted to wake up with someone sleeping next to him, clinging onto him and caging him to the bed. Sometimes he just wanted to be on his back, with someone leaning over him, rolling their hips and, shit, making love to him.

Don’t get him wrong; there was nothing like the feeling of being dominated completely by his pack members until he felt like a bitch who had been put in his place. Stiles loved to wake up sore and aching and getting dressed in front of the mirror so he could see the bruises and hickeys from the day before blossomed all over his flesh. He liked to poke them when he was in class and relive the memory of how he got them, and hide his face when the wolves sitting nearby would flare their nostrils at the scent of Stiles’ spicy arousal.

It normally doesn’t take long after class for Erica to pull him to the nearest bathroom to unzip his fly and free his already aching cock from their denim confines. They had gotten used to his craving for sex during all hours of the day, and while Stiles was beginning to overhear rumors about him that left a nasty taste in his mouth, he didn’t care so much. Most of them were probably jealous that he had very, very attractive friends hanging off his shoulders whenever they walked down the halls. They fucking wished they could roll in the sheets with any one of his pack members, and Stiles held his head up high because he was the one fucking them all.

Well, not all, but, a fair few of them.

But still, Stiles wanted to have a moment where he felt loved. Even if it was just for a couple of minutes a week.

He may have had little ideas in his head about people that could step up to the plate of that if he offered. He thought about asking Lydia first since she wasn’t just about stepping on him and making him eat her out – it was one of her favorite things to do and he wasn’t going to deny her that – or maybe Kira, since she was so kind hearted and she seemed eager to help out Stiles in any way she could. One time while he was alone in bed with a hand wrapped around his cock, Stiles even fantasised about Peter spooning him and gently pushing his hips against Stiles’ ass. Whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he barely moved, but just enough that it did things to Stiles’ mind.

Of all the people that were in the line-up of people who would be adorably sweet and cuddly in bed, Stiles didn’t think Isaac would be the one. Snarky, sarcastic Isaac that’s ready to throw down at the slightest of inconveniences. Isaac “I don’t trust anyone but Scott” Lahey.

Though to be fair, it started because Stiles got injured after a fucking wendigo tried to bite his shoulder off as a tasty snack. He was being used as bait; practically sprinting down the school hallway at night while one of the freshmen was chasing after him. The pack had a safe point just past the door, if he could only get to it without being munched that would be great. But knowing Stiles’ luck, he had been tackled by the younger man and reacted quickly to call for backup, struggling to get out from under the drooling freshman. The wolves had burst through the door roaring and promptly terrifying the wendigo, who had attempted to climb off Stiles and run away. He wasn’t successful; Derek had him pinned before he took a step, growling at the kid to stay down and stop resisting.

Isaac was the one to pull Stiles up from the ground, checking him for bitemarks before deeming him safe and letting him go. They had the freshman detained for now, until Deaton had found another pack who could train the teenager and take him in.

After that, Isaac kept popping up around school sniffing him as if to make sure that Stiles was alright. He bumped his shoulder to Stiles’ as they passed the hallway, but not enough for it to seem like a bullying way, more like a gesture of comradery. It went from bumps to gentle brushes of Isaac’s hand across Stiles’ back, enough for him to get tingles.

It was sweet, and slow, and almost caring enough that Stiles felt comfortable with the way it was heading. When the pack had a movie night and Stiles was on the floor with his head on Derek’s knee – as per the position he had forced upon the alpha, not that he cared – it was Isaac’s hand that was carding through his hair. Stiles drifted, feeling safe and loved.

Subsequently, Stiles started thinking that maybe Isaac was just shy about his feelings; setting up a wall for people to bounce away from him, which makes sense knowing the teenager’s background. Maybe he didn’t know how to give affection and was learning it as he went along. Though Stiles knows that Isaac and Allison had a thing that didn’t last very long – he wasn’t going to divulge deeper into that – and there were inklings of puppy eyes towards Scott before the alpha met Kira. He knew Isaac wasn’t innocent to anything, but still, he wanted to keep things the way they are, Stiles didn’t need to push.

So, he just let it flow smoothly.

At school he would always be in reach for Isaac whenever the beta felt a need to touch Stiles, and vice versa. Whenever they had a pack night watching movies and stuffing their faces – and inevitably stuffing Stiles in return – he would still sit at Derek’s knees but he would rest a hand on Isaac’s person. Stiles had found that Isaac likes the simplicity of hand holding, and whenever they laced their fingers together the beta seemed to let a smidge of tension relax out of his shoulders.

Stiles was even confident enough that he wouldn’t get his throat ripped out, that at the end of a meeting one time, he went onto his tip toes and pecked Isaac’s lips. Just once, ever so quickly as a greeting, but it was enough to bring a flush to the beta’s cheeks. He didn’t push Stiles away, and from the way Isaac held his hand as soon as they sat down, it seemed like a green light for more in the future.

Of course, this was paced out over a long number of weeks; with Stiles’ hips being destroyed in the meantime, and even had another couple of scenes with Lydia to go along with that. Though she was more focused on supporting Stiles’ addiction and taking into account that he wanted, needed to fuck and cum or the itch would remain the same no matter what they did, Lydia wasn’t above bringing out her duffle bag. He had seen into Lydia’s Domme bag only a couple of times, only for curiosities sake and blanched at some of the instruments in it. Pretty sure he saw a ball crusher. Not his thing, ouch, and Stiles wondered if Jackson ever knew about her Domme ways.

Lydia had answered him during their aftercare then the thought popped into his head, and apparently, yes, he knew about her bag of goodies. He had even tried out a couple of things which she wasn’t going to divulge further about because it was between her and Jax. Fair enough.

It seemed almost like a strange routine with Stiles now; pack meetings every Saturday, where he gets fucked at least three times by the end of the night. At school Erica is always delighted to help him out whenever Stiles has a tent in the front of his jeans. After a lacrosse game, or even after some of the more intense practises, Jackson would pull him aside and stuff his mouth full, gagging Stiles and making him choke on the beta’s cock. Lydia would usually make plans with Stiles during the week if he wanted to do a scene with her. They would normally play on Friday nights because if he had any drop – a very fragile emotional state after an intense amount of dopamine intake, like a scene with Lydia – which Stiles had found was the shittiest feeling to ever know even if he had aftercare, then he could go to the pack meeting the next day and feel wanted.

Somewhere during the week, usually after having some kind of fuck with a pack member, Peter would show up at his house or by his jeep and rile him up once more, and leave him aching. Stiles doesn’t know why Peter is continuing to do this, because it’s getting old and he just wants the beta to ravage him, but if this is what gets Peter off then Stiles would just have to deal with it. Though if that is the case then the weird intimacies behind it is something to question. Peter is obviously a sadist with the way he fucks around with Stiles’ cock and then leaves him high and dry, but at the same time he massages Stiles’ neck and shoulders, kisses him so sweetly Stiles could cry, and praises him even though Stiles doesn’t know what he’s being praised for. He would have to look further into this.

It was just after a fuck with Erica, and returning home, that Stiles encountered Isaac in his bedroom sitting on his bed. Stiles had come to normalise his bedroom being intruded, usually it’s Peter though. The teenager paused a moment to take in the sight of Isaac wringing his hands together awkwardly, before Stiles set his bag down in its usual place by the door. “Sup?”

For a moment Isaac didn’t say anything, and it was sort of awkward. Stiles was thinking about starting the conversation, because it was obvious where this talk was heading towards.

“Do you always like doing it so it hurts?” His voice was so small, head bowed and eyes focused on the floor that Stiles could tell he was so anxious. Though, he didn’t know if it was because of Stiles’ sex life as a whole, or the possibility that Isaac might have to do something he didn’t want. Which was never going to happen anyway; consent was everything and Stiles was strongly confident in keeping communication open. One of the things he’s learned from his addiction is that he needed to talk with everyone about what he wanted, how he wanted it and vice versa with every person he fucked, whether it was a one-night stand, or a relationship.

Isaac was still talking though, murmuring to himself as his claws grew. He was panicking just remembering Stiles in the positions he’s been put in with the pack members, Stiles knew he’s seen it before – he remembers Isaac walking in on a couple of them. The beta was whining now, not really knowing what to say but at the same time he wanted to get out how he was feeling. “The things they say to you, and I – I hear you sometimes and it sounds like you’re in pain, I just –.”  

“Isaac, hey, hey.” Stiles stopped the beta before his mind went spiralling. It was wholesome that Isaac cared enough about his wellbeing, but at the same time Stiles was saddened that it was most likely because of Isaac’s father that he was like this. “Nothing hurts, I always consent to everything the pack do. And no, I also like taking things slow and being gentle.”

They stayed liked that for a while, Stiles petting Isaac’s surprisingly soft curls and waiting for the beta to put his claws away. It took some time but Stiles could be patient with Isaac; he had gone through a lot and living through a trauma like that stuck in places that took a lot of time and effort to revaluate. Isaac would benefit greatly going to therapy but with the life that they live, and the fact that he was in custody on suspicion to the murder of his Mr Lahey, therapy was most likely not an option for the beta. Deaton could probably do it, though Stiles can only imagine the type of sessions they would have. Lots of silence, and questions that never get direct answers but still made sense. Deaton was cryptic, but eventually got what he wanted out of the pack one way or another.

Isaac breathed out a sigh before resting his head on Stiles’ shoulder, bringing him into a hug and led to Stiles straddling his lap in order to synchronize Isaac’s clinging. He knows he shouldn’t be reacting to this but Stiles’ mind was going elsewhere knowing that their crotches were most likely pressed up against one another. By the way Isaac huffed out a laugh against his neck and sent shivers down Stiles’ spine, the beta knew what the position was doing to him too. Stiles cringed, at least attempting to feel bad. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s why I came over in the first place. Then it got all…” Isaac gestured with his hand as he pulled back, and Stiles noticed the light flush that was most likely embarrassment on his cheeks. He was adorable.

Resting his hand back on Stiles’ hip, the two of them lapsed into silence before Isaac was the one who took the plunge, leaning in and pressing his lips to Stiles’. He was surprised at first but quickly melted into the soft kiss, and my god was it so gentle. He had begun to get used to the way the pack members would force their mouths together until Stiles’ lips were practically bruised, or using techniques like biting or sucking Stiles’ lower lip. But Isaac was so careful, almost loving. It wasn’t a peck, but it was close to it, and when Stiles opened his mouth for more, Isaac didn’t force his tongue in like Derek would, or dominate the kiss like Erica does. He twirled their tongues together almost tentatively, tasting each other and only pulling back to grab a lungful of air before he was back in.

Stiles doesn’t know how they moved, but he felt his back touch the mattress and Isaac’s body press up against his. He was definitely on board with this, groaning and lifting his hips up to meet the beta’s jean clad crotch. Time didn’t matter for the two of them, simply enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips and tongues and the amazing feeling of grinding against each other. It wasn’t hard, it wasn’t fast, it wasn’t rough. It was everything Stiles was missing out on.

Before long, Isaac was pulling back and panting softly, looking down at Stiles with the shyness that he remembers when he entered the bedroom. “Do you – can we do it like this?”

“Yes.” Was Stiles’ only reply; his cock was leaking profusely in his underwear even though he was using it – quite roughly he might add – only a few hours prior. Oh, the joys of youth. Stiles reached out blindly to his nightstand, opening the drawer and fumbling until he found what he was looking for. Dropping the lube and condoms on the bed, Stiles leaned up to bring Isaac into another kiss.

The beta got the memo, responding in kind while his hands fought to undo Stiles’ jeans and pull them down. It was difficult and they had to begrudgingly pull away from the kiss to tug their shirts over their heads, throwing them away from the bed, before they were pressed up against one another again. Isaac was more confident now that they had the same mindset, only breaking away a couple of times to ask if everything was alright before Stiles tugged him close again.

Fingers uncapped Stiles’ lube, wetting the way as Isaac fingered the teenager open with such care that he could have cried. Either at how emotional it all felt, or the fact it was taking forever and he wanted to get fucked like this for months. Even though it didn’t take long at all, for Stiles it was continuing for centuries. “Come on, I’m ready, come on.”

Isaac muffled a chuckle against Stiles’ lips as he ripped the packet open, rolling one on and pouring some lube on his cock. He seemed a little smug now, back to way Stiles was used to referring him as. “Are you sure?”

“Isaac.” Stiles whined and spread his legs, making grabby hands at the beta who only grinned and lined himself up, pressing in without further ado. Leaning forward again, hands either side of Stiles’ head as he captured the teenager’s lips once more to swallow Stiles’ moan of pleasure.

Imagining it and doing it were two completely different things. While Stiles may have imagined what having sweet sensual sex was like; lots of candles and cute talk and plenty of kisses, it was nothing like the real thing. This felt so much more intimate; Isaac was practically making love to him with the way his hips were rolling and pushing into him, whispering how amazing it felt. Stiles had hiked his legs up over the beta’s hips and crossed his ankles together in order to pull him impossibly closer, as if at any moment Isaac would float away from the bliss.

Fingers were buried in hair, mouths pressed against each other without really kissing, eyes closed and just feeling the sensation of rocking against each other.

Their orgasms had came faster than Stiles was expecting, though to be fair he didn’t know how long they had been going on for. Isaac was the first to go, whimpering against Stiles’ neck and only when Stiles stroked down his back and whispered that it was okay, to let go, he wants to feel it, that Isaac finally choked and stilled. He had felt slightly guilty for not having Stiles cum, pulling out after he had come down from his high to slide down the teenager’s body and take Stiles in his mouth. Didn’t take long at all, Stiles gripping Isaac’s curly locks and arching his back. He didn’t even moan, the air was taken out of him.

By the time Stiles’ climax sizzled out and he relaxed onto the mattress, Isaac had already cleaned up a little, condom taken care of and Stiles’ thighs wiped of lube. Isaac was on his side laying next to Stiles, eyes fond and appearing more content that Stiles had ever seen him before. “Can I sleep over?”

Stiles squinted his eyes up at the beta, and for a moment the question didn’t even compute. What was he expecting Stiles to do after such a great time; kick him out? That’s not how this was going to happen. “You even asking me that right now? Get in here.”

He pulled Isaac closer, kicking at the blankets at his feet and willing it up on force alone, only to have Isaac huff and laugh and sit up a little to pull the covers over them. It was only then that Stiles caught the blaring light from his alarm clock that he blanched a little, fuck, they had been going for almost four hours. No wonder he was aching in the best of ways.

“Your dad won’t find it weird if he sees us?” Isaac had settled down next to Stiles once more, and Stiles scoffed before getting comfortable, rolling onto his side. He’d grabbed Isaac’s hand and pulled it over his body so he could hold it close to his chest. He liked being the little spoon in these kinds of situations; it was calming, and with the way Isaac was scent marking his neck the beta didn’t have any qualms about it either.

He didn’t answer Isaac’s question, knowing full well that if his dad did catch Isaac in his bed – or anyone else for that matter – he was awesome enough to not make a scene, but rather bring it up at a later date when they were alone. Right now, Stiles was content to not think about his father, and just enjoy the moment of having someone sleeping with him, and knowing that he will wake up next to someone for the first time in a long time. “Shut up and snuggle me.”

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The morning sex was even better; Stiles waking up to Isaac peppering kisses down his neck and across his shoulders. He wasn’t fully coherent through it all, fading out after they had set a gentle rhythm of Isaac barely moving his hips. He had only come to when a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him while Isaac panted against his ear. They had come together, sighing in relief and Stiles turning his head so they could kiss.

It was a fucking epic way to wake up, and Stiles felt more refreshed to take on the world than usual.

Their morning wasn’t awkward; with Stiles making them both a fuck ton of bacon and hash browns, the two of them sitting at the kitchen table enjoying their breakfast before Isaac hitched a ride in the jeep to school. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, no matter how many times he was teased about it by the pack when they sat down to lunch, Isaac sitting next to him and resting his head on Stiles’ shoulder. They were totally just jealous that he had a new puppy to play with, and whatever they were doing behind closed doors would be just between the two of them.

When the bell rang for the end of school, and Stiles noticed a familiar black camaro in the parking lot, Stiles couldn’t help the blood rushing down south. It seems Stiles needed the good nights sleep though, with the way Derek was staring at him. He knew that look by now, gulping and already feeling his cock twitching. The alpha didn’t do anything yet though, instead he met with his betas and unlocked the car for them to get inside. Derek didn’t move to get into the driver’s seat though, and Stiles was tempted to go over there and kiss the smirk off his perfectly chiselled face.

Instead, Stiles paced to his jeep and hopped in. Starting up his baby and pulling out his park, he noticed Derek getting into the camaro and revving the engine. He didn’t need to wait long until he heard his phone chime with a text message that simply read; loft at 7pm.

Well, Stiles was always good at taking orders.

Heading home and ignoring his aching cock, Stiles focused instead on finishing some of his homework. He had been neglecting his schoolwork and as such it was beginning to show up to his teachers, one even pulled him aside today and asked if everything was alright. He needed to fix his grades back to their original standards, and Stiles wasn’t going to let his addiction get the better of his education, even if it felt way more fulfilling than doing math.

By the time his alarm pinged reading it was twenty minutes to seven, Stiles had already finished his chemistry homework and filled out half of his essay in history. Not half bad for nearly two hours work. Hopping into the shower, Stiles gave his cock a tug as a reward and groaned as it started filling up. There was no time right now to enjoy it, knowing he was going to be well taken care of when he got to the loft.

Stepping out of the shower and pulling on some fresh clothes, Stiles shouted a farewell to his father who was sipping coffee in the kitchen, and ran out the door, climbing into the jeep. It only took five minutes to get to the loft, and soon enough Stiles was pulling into park and practically running into the building buzzing with sexual tension. As if he hadn’t been fucking Erica in the school bathrooms earlier in the day.

Derek had heard him coming, meeting him at the door with a nod before taking the back of Stiles’ neck in his hand and gripping it firmly. Let it be known that he denies all noises he made as Derek squeezed. The alpha didn’t comment on it, simply leading him to the stairs. “I have plans for today.”

And that’s how Stiles found himself being led upstairs, forced onto his knees, and choking on his alpha’s cock for the next hour.

Stiles groaned in need; his own dick practically tearing a hole in his jeans he was so hard. He had purchase of Derek’s thighs, drool dripping from his chin and unable to do anything but be a mouth-hole for his alpha to fuck. He didn’t care at all about being a fuckhole, but holy shit he needed to cum right now, moaning pathetically up at his alpha. Stiles must have smelt like pure arousal, and desperation, but Derek didn’t say anything. Instead, he held the back of Stiles’ head more, pushing him closer and holding the teenager’s mouth to the base of his cock. Stiles gagged and coughed around the intrusion just tickling the back of his throat, his grip tightening on the alpha’s thighs as he tried to breathe through his nose. He was crying, blinking through the tears as he darted his eyes up to Derek.

The next thing the alpha spoke brought a lot of confusion, panic, but mostly pure want down to Stiles’ groin. “I’m going to knot your mouth, and you’re going to take it like a good bitch.”

“Mmph?!” Stiles tried to pull back to talk about what the fuck Derek was talking about, knotting mouths like that was something natural. Derek seemed to anticipate that he would struggle, forcing the teenager’s head back down and Stiles could feel the base become just a little bit thicker. He never knew knotting was a real thing, and Stiles had so many questions now but mostly he was trying to find new ways to get comfortable as his mouth was slowly filled by a bulb at the base of Derek’s cock. He didn’t know how far this thing would expand, but Stiles’ cheeks were already full. It wasn’t painful per se, it just wasn’t something he was used to, having his mouth stuffed this wide.

Trying to relax to the best of his ability, Stiles swallowed around Derek’s knot and got a sigh of pleasure in return. There was a spasm in the alpha’s thighs, before Derek tightened his hold on Stiles’ hair and finally grunting out his orgasm. Stiles wasn’t going lie it did worry him not being able to pull away from the onslaught of cum pumping into the back of his throat, and he had to work twice as hard to swallow Derek’s load. But in a way, it was somewhat calming almost like having a pacifier in his mouth and soon enough Stiles’ eyes closed as he suckled on Derek’s knot.

He felt Derek’s body sway a little and tightened his grip on the alpha’s thighs in attempt to keep him stable. They ended up crab walking a couple of steps to the bed, Derek groaning as Stiles crawled along the floor trailing along closely after him. “You look good like that, stuck on my knot, nowhere to go but to follow your alpha.”

Stiles whined and knelt between Derek’s legs once the alpha sat on the mattress, petting Stiles’ hair as they waited for his knot to go down. The teenager couldn’t help rubbing himself over Derek’s shin, groaning at the friction against his jean clad cock. Derek didn’t help the situation, letting Stiles feel humiliated in all the best kind of ways as he kept a tight hold of the teenager’s hair. “Don’t use your hands. You’re the pack bitch, you come from humping my leg, or not at all.”

He picked up the pace, resting his hands on Derek’s knees as he ground against the alpha’s leg. Even as his cheeks flushed from exertion and embarrassment, Stiles didn’t stop thrusting his hips until he felt his orgasm approaching, moaning around Derek’s knot. The alpha groaned at the vibration, cock twitching in Stiles’ mouth as he enjoyed the view of Stiles coming apart on his knees, shuddering and shutting his eyes tight as he came in his jeans. Derek loosened his grip on the teenager’s hair, petting it lightly as praise that made Stiles slump against his leg from the bliss of his orgasm and the pure control behind it.

They stayed there together for what felt like hours, but Stiles didn’t mind suckling on Derek’s knot as it started to deflate, pulling the cock out of his mouth when it was soft enough, and groaning when Derek kneaded his jaw and drained some of the ache from it. There was something about the aftercare that always made it better for Stiles. The event itself was great, and it satisfied a hunger deep inside him that was insatiable, but the aftermath of whatever he did with the pack felt soothing. Like, he could fully relax into whoever was giving him the praise, the pets, the wash of confidence that he did a good job. Stiles knows it’s because of his submissive nature, and thrives on the fact that everyone pitched in on treating Stiles like a precious piece of the pack.

When he left Derek loft and drove home, Stiles was almost floating from endorphins and humming to himself in content sounds of the jeep rumbling beneath him. He pulled up onto his driveway next to his father’s cruiser, turned the engine off, and head inside with a squeak from the front door’s hinges. Stiles crept up the stairs to his room and was greeted with a sleeping Peter in his bed. For a second Stiles panicked that his father must have seen the werewolf in his room, but quickly calmed down once he noticed his window was open, and Stiles knew enough about Peter by now to know he wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t have climbed in the window if he knew the sheriff was still awake. Even then, he would be as silent as the grave.

Stiles thought about waking Peter, even to just ask why he was here, but when the teenager came closer and watched the werewolf’s face, he thought against it. Peter appeared almost peaceful like this, face void of wrinkles and no frown lines from where the man was used to hide all his emotions during the day. He looked younger, and Stiles didn’t want to rip that away from either of them just yet. So, Stiles simply pulled off his shirt, shucked his jeans down and off before throwing them in the hamper and heading to the shower.

It says a lot about the kind of stressful and tiresome life that Peter was living that he didn’t seem to wake from the noise of Stiles getting ready for bed. When the teenager returned, he huffed in amusement that Peter had took one of Stiles’ pillows hostage, hugging it against his chest as he slept. Shaking his head, Stiles slipped under the covers and snuggled up to the warmth of the werewolf, watching Peter’s face. It wasn’t usual that he could get the opportunity to fully take in everything that was Peter; from the way he breathed, to the way something in his sleep made his body twitch, and Stiles bit his lip to not smile at how it closely resembles a dog dreaming.

It made Stiles’ chest flutter knowing that a werewolf would never let their guard down this much around someone they didn’t trust, the vulnerability of being unconscious for anyone to do whatever they wanted. What made his heart beat faster, was that he didn’t even know why Peter trusted him enough to sleep in his bed. They were pack, sure, but they hadn’t done anything that could be considered the cement in their relationship. They rubbed off on each other, Peter dirty talked to him a couple of times, made Stiles cum in his underwear more than a couple of times, Peter massaged his shoulders, Peter gives him kisses that take his breath away, Peter checks up on him after a particularly rough day filled with mind-numbing sex, Peter makes sure Stiles is always taken care of, Peter always save a slice of pizza for Stiles at pack movie nights, Peter is always there.

Oh, shit.

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By the time Stiles woke up, Peter was already gone. He doesn’t blame the man; it was one thing to sleep next to someone unannounced, and another to wake up acting normal after. Not going to lie, it did leave Stiles feeling somewhat put out. He didn’t know what it meant for Peter to sleep next to him, and simply watching his face until he too succumbed to slumber made his heart twinge with a feeling very close to love.

Which, in all honestly, terrified Stiles.

He hadn’t been in love with anyone since the beginning of middle school when he met Lydia for the first time. Not that this toxic relationship was anything close to love, it was more the fact that Lydia was everything he was interested in as a young hormonal teenager, and she was a fiery redhead with the smarts so powerful he’s still learning from her to this day. No, while Stiles called it love – simply because he didn’t have any other word to call it – he now knows it as obsession.

This, whatever Stiles was feeling about Peter, was something more than simply obsession. It was a flame in his chest that shone a little brighter when Peter was in the room, whenever the beta would do something in the pack meeting that resulted in Stiles being heard, or when Peter did the simplest of tasks that just made Stiles’ day. It was the minor things, and he was a damn fool for not realizing that the whole reason why Peter hadn’t made a move besides the rough kissing, the grinding and the occasional dirty talk in Stiles’ ear. He might have wanted Stiles to figure it out on his own that he was interested in different things, and didn’t want his feelings to be hurt in case Stiles decided to keep things sexual.

Stiles brushed his teeth as he watched his reflection in the mirror, thinking over all the new information. It was possible that he was just blowing everything out of proportion, that Peter could just not be into being with Stiles romantically. Or sexually. Maybe Peter was asexual and just wanted the finer things in life like massages, which Stiles could get down with. It’s always nice to be appreciated.

Or maybe Peter was just waiting for the opportune moment when Stiles wasn’t expecting anything from the beta anymore, then he will strike, take Stiles at night in his bed and cover his mouth to quieten the moans as to not let his father overhear from his bedroom down the hall. Perhaps during the day while Stiles was in the preserve, hauling him off the foot path and pin his face in the dirt before he could even think about screaming, pushing into him from behind and grunting out how tight Stiles was even after taking so much cock. Stiles shivered at the imagery, and rinsed his mouth out.

Coming back into his room to change, Stiles looked over at his bed and let his mind wander once more. How maybe if Peter was going to get him one day, it might not be the rough and primal urge that Stiles expects of him. He dotes on the teenager after all. It could be that one day, Stiles returns home from a pack meeting to find that Peter has laid his bed out with rose petals, with candles burning on the bedside table, and Peter sitting on the mattress waiting for Stiles to return. Could be he smirks and says he knows how the sheriff has a night shift and wants to take full advantage. Could be he pulls Stiles into the gentlest of embraces, takes him apart nice and slow in a way that makes Stiles weep with all the emotions. Makes him cum before putting his cock inside, and when he does, it’s like all the stars have aligned for them.

Peter could make love to Stiles all night, rocking his hips slow and careful until Stiles is speaking in tongues. Both not knowing how many rounds they’ll go through because all they want is to be in each other’s arms until sunrise.

When the sun comes up, and Stiles awakes, it’ll be to the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs from the kitchen. He’ll come down and see Peter in nothing but loose-fitting sweatpants, the ones that ride way too low on his hips that show the hips cut into a deep line, the ones that make Stiles drool just a little. They’d eat breakfast together, and who knows if they’re in the mood they might run back up the stairs for another round.

Stiles’ whole body rises in goosebumps at his fantasy, pulling a shirt over his head and yanking up his trousers quickly, hauling his bag over his shoulder and running down the stairs out the door and into his jeep probably reeking of arousal.

Going to school was something else; the second he arrived he was swarmed by the three betas, all scent marking him like normal except when Boyd nuzzled a little too close for common decency. It was unusual for him, but Stiles wasn’t going to say anything. In fact, at the moment with his strange morning, this might as well happen, and Stiles had been wondering about the beta for a while now ever since Erica started crooning on about how attentive he was in bed. When Boyd ran a hand over Stiles’ ass, he hummed in need. They could all smell him, and from the looks Stiles was receiving from Erica and Boyd, it seems the couple wanted to give him some assistance to the little problem in his trousers.

It was only with a call from Scott that the beta’s broke away from each other and strolled back towards the school. Stiles followed on soon enough, trying to control the flush in his cheeks and the clearly hardened cock lining his skinny jeans.

Of course, it didn’t take much time until a note was being passed to him in history, with Erica’s perfectly calligraphed writing telling him to meet her in the men’s room after class. There were some other words too, which made Stiles hunch over in his seat and take deep breaths as his cock throbbed. Much to her word, when the bell rang and Stiles practically stampeded out of the classroom to the nearest men’s toilets only to be met with blonde curls pushing him up against one of the stall doors. Fuck knows how she got there before him, but Stiles didn’t care right now because she was pulling his jeans open and reaching inside to pull his cock out.

It was obvious to her that Stiles was wound up and wouldn’t last long, so she pulled him into the stall and shut the door, squatting because she would be damned to actually kneel on the grimy floor of a boy’s toilets. Stiles was already a mess, whining at her to hurry up or he was going to explode, so Erica gave him one of her best grins before taking his cock in her mouth and swallowing all the way down to the base. Stiles took hold of her hair, cupping the back of her head and thrusting his hips minutely. “Oh fuck, so good, you’re so good.”

“Mhmm…” Erica could only agree with him; the taste on her tongue salty and the scent strong of desperation and want. She loved it, bobbing her head quickly and already feeling Stiles’ dick flex between her lips. He wouldn’t last long, but that’s okay, they needed to get to class before the bell rang anyway.

“Oh, oh please, oh –.” Stiles tensed up as he came, eyes shut tight and head dropping back to bang into the wall of the stall but not caring at all right now. Erica swallowed around him, humming and pulling back so she could stand up and dab her mouth with a tissue. She pecked his lips, tucking him back into his jeans as Stiles sighed in bliss. “Thank you, I was this close to just jerking off in class.”

“You can make it up to me at break, and I have a proposal for you.” She smirked and gave the confused teenager another peck on the lips before leaving him in the stall and heading off to her next class. The bell chimed just as she passed the doorframe, much to her teacher’s irritation, sitting down in the seat one of her classmates made available and zoning out the second the lesson started.

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Never let it be said Stiles doesn’t reciprocate. They were currently in a closet somewhere on the second floor of the school at break time, Stiles on his knees with his face buried between Erica’s thighs. He was worshipping her clit, while his fingers stroked her inner walls, and ignoring the throbbing between his own legs for making Erica moan and nearly sink her claws into his scalp. “Don’t stop, fuck don’t you dare stop, I’m close.”

Stiles sucked hard on her clit, slipping a third finger inside her and pumping his arm to fuck her hard with his fingers, knowing from experience that it drives her wild. Sure enough, the beta growled as she came, grinding her pussy into Stiles’ face until his mouth and chin were coated in her slick. He didn’t care, slowing the pace of his fingers and tonguing her clit to let Erica ride out the bliss of her orgasm.

His free hand slipped into his jeans and tugged at his neglected cock, whining against her pussy at the feel of it. He let her come down, until his face was pushed away from her pussy and Stiles licked his lips to revel in the taste of her cum on his lips. Erica stood him up and pressed his back to the wall, standing in front of him and lifting her skirt up so Stiles could press the tip of his cock against her soaking pussy. A shudder ran through him, but Erica didn’t look like she wanted to be fucked right now, instead she slapped Stiles’ hand away and took his cock at the base, rubbing him through her folds. “About the proposal…”

“Huh?” Stiles’ mind was awash with endorphins that her words barely made contact at first, trying to remember what proposal she was talking about. She squeezed his cock and his hips bucked forward, the tip pressing against her clit and making them both hum with pleasure. He decided to just roll with it. “Oh fuck, yeah lay it on me.”

Erica grinned and licked into his mouth and she tugged at his dick, pulling back and grinding her pussy once more against him. “I spoke to Boyd about having a threesome with you, he’s into it.”

“Oh yeah?” Now that piqued Stiles’ interest. Boyd never seemed like he was interested in having any kind of sexual contact with Stiles, he’d never instigated anything and just ignored the scent of desperation that always radiated off his body nowadays. Though, this morning was a different story with the way Boyd acted around him, pressing up against him, almost as if he was testing the waters and liked what he found.

The beta hummed in agreement, pressing the tip of Stiles’ cock inside and gasping at the feeling, keeping a strong grip on Stiles’ hips so he couldn’t get any further. She was a sadist, he could see it now through his whimpers and soft begging. Erica didn’t let up though, pushing his ass back to the wall so she could push the tip of his cock in and out of her soaking pussy teasingly. “You wanna come by tonight and eat my pussy while Boyd fucks you? Hm?”

Stiles would have agreed to it anyway, since, hello, this was Boyd and he was so fucking hot, and thick. His cock would be massive, and it makes the teen clench around nothing and if Erica wasn’t keeping a tight hold of his hips he would have bucked again. He was leaking like a faucet, balls tight against his body and every time the tip popped inside Erica’s pussy, he thought he would cum. Instead, Stiles let his head fall back against the wall and panted out pleas. “Oh fuck, yes, please, want him to fuck me, want to fuck you so bad.”

“Maybe I’ll let you fuck me while he’s deep in you? He’s so big, you’ll be stretched, think you can take it?” She was goading him now but her strokes had quickened, and Stiles could only imagine what he looked like right now. Still, the thoughts of what Boyd’s cock would look like; thick and long that it would fill him up so good and press all the good spots inside him that would make him see stars. He thinks Boyd would be a machine in bed, just pummelling him nonstop for an hour until Stiles breaks a hip or something, and he doesn’t even care. In fact, Stiles whimpered with need, he wanted to be brutalized by that massive cock.

Stiles clenched his hands on Erica’s hips, tearing up from the teasing and the imagery in his head, the closet must reek with desperation to cum because holy shit his balls were aching. Erica wasn’t moving fast enough but at the same time she was giving it to him perfectly, he didn’t know if he wanted her to stop or to never let this moment end. “I can take it, I can, please, let me cum –.”

“Yeah fuck, cum in me, just like this.” Erica let the head of Stiles cock press into her one last time, jerking Stiles faster until the teenager wailed as his orgasm took him, pumping his cum inside her pussy. His brain had turned to mush, and he could feel his knees becoming jello but Erica kept him upright, humming with satisfaction as she was filled. Resting his head on her shoulder, Stiles mouthed at her neck as he murmured his thanks, groaning as he pulled out of her. “I’m keeping this in me all day, going to smell like you and maybe give Boyd a taste of tonight, what do you think Batman?”

Stiles moaned and nipped Erica’s shoulder, grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing it to stave off some of the blood wanting to rush down and fill it again. The she-wolf cackled and reached over to where she hung up her panties, stepping into them and pulling them over her pussy much to Stiles’ pouting. Though, knowing that he would be leaking out of her for the rest of the afternoon was doing something in him. “Don’t get me riled up again, Catwoman.”

They exited the closet without being detected, and soon enough found their group in the cafeteria. The wolves knew the second they entered where they had been, though it didn’t take much of a genius to figure it out since Stiles was often dragged off somewhere to fulfil his addiction. Stiles did notice that when Erica sat next to Boyd, his nostrils flared and nudged closer to her, just a little bit, to have a closer whiff. Something in Stiles’ chest bubbled then, maybe it was the fact that Boyd enjoyed the scent of Erica and him mixed together, maybe it was the weight that lifted knowing Boyd consented to his partner rolling around with another man and wanted to join in later tonight.

The day couldn’t have gone slower after that; it was like they knew Stiles was anticipating getting the fuck out of school so he could prep himself for the night’s activities. Also, he kind of needed the bell to hurry things along so Derek could plough him like a fertile crop field.

Stiles raced out the school when the final bell rang, hopping into his jeep and sending a text off to Derek that he would be there soon to get seriously dicked down, before pulling out of his park and hurtling down with the road with his erection straining in the front of his trousers. It didn’t take long for him to get to the loft, and when he came out the elevator, Derek’s door was already open in an invitation for Stiles to come in already.

They didn’t last long getting to the specifics; Stiles on his knees and Derek pounding his mouth to get them started, and finishing quickly with Stiles hanging over the side of the bed while Derek battered his prostate with his cock. The teenager’s whole body shaking from the rough movements but still begging his alpha for more, to which Derek was happy to provide.

They laid on the bed afterwards as they came down from their orgasms, multiple in Stiles’ case. He felt content for now, with cum leaking out of his hole and hips aching, snuggling up to Derek’s arm as the alpha scent marked his neck. “I’ve got plans for a threesome tonight.”

Derek hummed with intrigue, laving his tongue over Stiles’ pulse and making the teenager shudder from the feeling. He continued on though, telling Derek about his day arriving at school – though he left out why he was so pent up on the ride to school – and Erica springing the proposal of a threesome on him while he was being jerked off. When Stiles turned his head, he noticed the alpha’s face and he knew by now what those eyebrows meant. “What? Why are you giving me that look?”

“No reason, we all know from training that Boyd is fairly big. Erica wasn’t kidding that he would stretch you out.” He nipped Stiles’ shoulder, and grinned wolfishly when the waft of arousal ticked up in the air again. He couldn’t get over how responsive Stiles was to verbal queues, knowing from his submission that he would get off on orders and sometimes humiliation. Derek rolled over once more so he could bracket Stiles in against the mattress once more, the teenager’s cock already standing at attention. “No wonder you came to me then, wanted me to fuck you wide for him?”

“Fuck, Alpha please –.” Stiles didn’t have anything else to say at that point, as Derek fucked his fingers through the mess he’d made in the teenager’s hole. Derek did exactly that for the next hour; pouring lube over Stiles’ hole and spreading him wide open until he gaped before fucking his cock back in and feeding him another load. By the time Stiles needed to leave to get cleaned up for tonight’s festivities, his hole was open and slick from his alpha’s ministrations, and drove home content.

He wanted to clean himself up before meeting up with the couple, jumping into the shower and letting all the fun he and Derek had slip down the drain. There was no washing away the scent of what he had been doing for the past two hours, but Stiles knew the betas would only feel more bonded with their alpha’s scent present. Perhaps even grounding if Boyd was having second thoughts.

Coming back into his bedroom he saw his phone flashing, picking it up and reading the text from Erica. It wasn’t much, just telling him to come over to Boyd’s at any time, and the usual wink emoji he receives from her. Without further ado, Stiles pulled on his clothes and locked up the house before climbing into his jeep once more and driving over to Boyd’s house. It was just a simple bungalow since Boyd lived by himself and didn’t need much space, though Erica stayed over there more times than her parent’s house, and sometimes helped out with the rent. Derek had invited him to stay at the loft, but Boyd preferred to keep some independence and his own space to relax.

They had already heard his jeep pull up, opening the door as Stiles paced up the steps. Erica greeted him with a peck on the lips, pulling him inside quickly and if Stiles didn’t know any better, he would think she was starving for affection. He’d noticed Boyd was hanging back, but there was something in his eyes that Stiles hadn’t seen before.

It was Erica that moved everyone along into the bedroom, shooing Boyd to go first and lead the way while she practically ripped Stiles’ shirt off while they were following behind. By the time Stiles made it to the mattress he was only in his underwear and socks. Stiles thought for a second that it would be awkward with all the bodies and angles and positions being limited but when Erica pulled him into a long kiss, while Boyd came behind the she-wolf and nipped along her shoulder while unclasping her bra, it all seemed to meld together. It was smooth, the way the two betas undressed each other while also pushing Stiles on the bed and involving him. Boyd was the last one to get naked, keeping his boxers on although it wasn’t leaving very much to the imagination. He stood at the end of the bed while Erica kneeled up on the mattress kissing him lazily, Stiles running his hands over her back while his other across Boyd’s chest.

They pulled back for a moment and Erica wore that cheeky grin again, resting her palms on Boyd’s chest and turning to Stiles who is trying to not obviously stare at Boyd’s crotch. With a quick glance to her boyfriend, she rubbed her hand over his clothed cock. “Hey Batman, wanna do the unveiling?”

Stiles gulped and nodded vigorously, crawling a little closer and looking up at Boyd and receiving a nod in return, pulled the beta’s boxers down to his thick thighs. Groaning in pure want, Stiles let go of the underwear to grab Boyd’s cock – with both hands. “Oh my god.”

It was everything he thought it would be; thick and meaty with some serious weight behind it. It wasn’t terrifyingly huge, but it was enough that Stiles was glad he got railed by Derek earlier because otherwise it would have needed a lot more time and effort to fit this inside him. Erica was giving that look; a cross between smug and lust most likely because Stiles was staring at her boyfriend’s dick like it was the second coming of Christ. He just couldn’t help it, stroking his hands up and down it almost in a caressing way. With a flick of his eyes pleading the betas, they both gave him to go ahead and Stiles practically dove mouth first onto Boyd’s cock.

Fuck, it tasted as good at it looked, Stiles’ mouth watering with the musk coating his tongue as he lapped broad strokes from the base to the tip. Boyd rested his hand on Stiles’ head but didn’t push him, he must have been used to most people not being able to take him easily, used to being patient in bed. It gave Stiles a spark of defiance; he didn’t want to be like the other’s in his mind, the ones that would most likely choke on Boyd’s size or complain that it was too big for them to handle. Stiles wouldn’t let that happen to him, he loved cock, any kind of cock, and the heavy weight settling on his jaw as he rested the tip in his mouth gave him a shudder of pure satisfaction. He might have become a size queen from this moment alone.

Neither of the couple seemed to care though, Erica latching onto her boyfriend’s lips once more while Boyd’s free hand wandered to her breast. He pinched her nipple almost to the point of pain, just like he knew she liked. Sure enough she mewled into his mouth at the feeling, her claws coming out to play as she clung to his shoulders and causing minor pricks to the skin there that quickly healed.

Stiles was way too busy to watch the betas make out, his eyes closed as he began to take Boyd’s cock in his mouth. He figured he should get to test how far down he could go, and from the amount of face fucking and deep throating he had been accustomed to over the past months, Stiles figured he would be able to do quite well in this aspect. Turns out he was right, Stiles was able to go half way without so much as a pause, and Boyd groaned into Erica’s mouth from the feel of a hot mouth surrounding his cock. Getting more than half way though was beginning to strain Stiles’ jaw, not that it deterred the teenager, who simply kept pushing himself down until he felt the tip pressing against the back of his throat, and swallowing with a moan. “Holy fuck, Stiles.”

Boyd had to pull away from Erica completely to watch the show; it wasn’t every day that someone was so eager to give him a blowjob, and while for a moment there was a waft of discomfort in the air – most likely from the panic that there was still another fair number of inches to go – it quickly dissipated and made way for the spicy scent of Stiles’ arousal. Stiles was a fucking trooper, hands now resting on Boyd’s thick thighs for grounding while he kept swallowing, his breathing laboured from the minor airway being plugged up with cock. Soon enough though, the teenager’s nose was bumping against Boyd’s pelvis, and both of them groaned at the feel of it. Erica swore too, kneeling down more to watch the way her boyfriend’s cock bulged Stiles’ throat, especially when he swallowed. Not even she could take it that deep, the most Boyd could fit in her was when they were doing anal, though it’s not the same. She was impressed, reaching down to her crotch so she could rub circles around her clit. “That’s fucking hot, does it feel good Stiles? Big cock choking you like that?”

He could only moan and drool around Boyd’s cock in reply, and looked up at the beta through his eyelashes when Boyd moved his hand so it was cupping the back of his head. His whole throat was stuffed full, mouth stretched wide and he knows he’ll be feeling it later. Hopefully other places will be fairing the same way by the end of the night. What he didn’t expect was Boyd hunching his hips, gagging at the movement of his cock going just that little bit deeper, and pulling out half way before thrusting back in.

Face fucking was pretty normal for the pack now, and Stiles always encouraged it since he found he quite enjoyed the soreness and plump lips that gave no secrets to what he was doing. It was different for Boyd though, not being able to get a blowjob let alone face fuck some before, this was his first time truly. It gave Stiles a bubble in his chest knowing that the stoic beta was sweating and scrunching his face up in pleasure at the drag of his cock in Stiles’ mouth and throat. Just seeing his facial expressions was enough for Stiles to volunteer for many, many more sessions like this. Boyd wasn’t face fucking him, not even close, but he simply enjoyed the feeling of thrusting his hips in and out of a willing mouth that could take every inch.

They had to pull off eventually, if only to let Stiles take in a lungful of air and for Erica to bring him in for a desperate kiss. There was a lot more tongue than he was expecting, wet and messy with grunts of pleasure from both parties thought Erica’s was siding more along the lines of animalistic. Stiles kept a hand on Boyd’s cock, not wanting to let go of such a gorgeous specimen just yet, he wants to put his mouth all over that again.

Erica seemed to get the same memo and broke the kiss with a filthy suck to his bottom lip that made Stiles shudder out a breath. She grinned wolfishly and turned to her boyfriend once more, before cupping his balls and kneading them while kissing along the side of his spit-slick shaft. At first Stiles didn’t want to move his hand, simply admiring the view of Erica worshipping a cock, but her eyes darted to him and rose her eyebrow in question, and oh, she wanted him to join in.

Well, he wasn’t going to refuse that.

Leaning in once more, Stiles took the other side of Boyd’s cock and starting peppering it with kisses, stroking the skin where his hand is wrapped around the base. Not going to lie, it was hot simply lathering the beta’s dick with Erica, their tongues occasionally running over each other’s and making Erica giggle at the feeling. Stiles took the tip back in his mouth and began to suckle while Erica latched onto the divide of the base to balls, both making Boyd shudder and growl at the feeling. He wobbled a bit where he was standing and Erica took that as enough for now, pulling away and practically having to yank Stiles off his prize. She then tugged her boyfriend onto the mattress and climbed over him to straddle his lap. “How are we going to do this then? As hot as watching you cum from Stiles giving you head, I want a cock in me by midnight.”

Never it be said that Erica doesn’t get straight to the point. Stiles flushed and shrugged, simply happy to be here one way or the other, but his hand was sneaking to his cock to give it a couple pumps, just to take the edge off. Boyd hummed for a moment, enjoying the weight of his partner on top of him and running his hands down her bare skin. “I want to watch Stiles fuck you, but I also want to do it with Stiles. But I always want to fuck you. I’m fair game, happy either way.”

“You’re both no help at all.” Erica grumbled and swatted her boyfriend’s hands from where they were pinching her hips. She began to think of how they could go about this; there were a few stereotypical positions that they could try, though with the added strength of two of them being werewolves, it gave them a couple of extra things to try. Knowing Stiles was human, it would be unfair, and since it was their first time doing this, she decided it would be easier to keep it simple yet still pleasing. “Alright, I have a plan.”

She climbed off Boyd’s body, shoving at her boyfriend until he rolled up to sitting position. She collected the pillows and fluffed them up before laying down on them, clicking at Stiles to get between her legs. The teenager scrambled to the order, head between her thighs in seconds and kneading the flesh there. Boyd got the memo after that, able to pick out how this would go and leaned over to collect the lube from the night stand. Erica spread her legs apart for Stiles to have more room, sighing softly in pleasure when he took full advantage and crawled a little close, burying his face in her pussy. The beta ran her fingers through Stiles’ locks, fully relaxing back against the pillows as she watched Boyd move around in front of her, getting the lube and leaving a condom ready for when Stiles wanted to fuck Erica. Stiles really had the perfect oral fixation, rolling his tongue around Erica’s clit and suckling softly before going down a little more and littering kisses over her lips and diving his tongue as deep as he could go. “That’s right, get me nice and wet.”

Stiles whimpered at the tone of her voice, demanding and low with arousal and knowing that he was the one that caused that brought all the fuzzy goodness in his brain to the surface. The taste of her wasn’t the same as Boyd; Erica was sweet with a hint of tang on the aftertaste. He loved it either way, laving his tongue over her opening again and again, jolting a little when he felt thick hands on his hips moving him up so he was on elbows and knees. In this position he was fully at the beta’s mercy, and it loosened a knot in Stiles’ gut knowing he wouldn’t have to make any decisions anymore – not that he was making any to start with.

Boyd uncapped the lube and poured some onto his fingers, getting them wet before circling Stiles’ hole. From this position he could see the way Stiles was deeply invested in Erica’s pussy, glancing up at her face and letting a wave of content wash over him that she was enjoying this just as much as he was. There was something about knowing your mate was satisfied, it came with anything remotely rewarding, like giving gifts, or making them breakfast, taking them out for dates, or letting someone else share their bed for the night so they could give impeccable oral sex. Either way, it was a sense of ease leaving Boyd’s shoulders knowing that Erica was loving everything Stiles was doing, from the way her claws were digging into the teenager’s scalp, pulling him in for more.

He concentrated on the task at hand, slipping one finger inside with ease much to Stiles pleasure, his moan vibrating against Erica’s clit who in turned mewled and tugged his hair. It was a chain reaction throughout all of the prep. This was something Boyd was used to when it came to sex; he’s been known to over exaggerate how much lube they would need, one time when he and Erica were trying out the early stages of anal sex, Boyd actually went through an entire bottle of lube. Erica doesn’t let it go whenever they’re playing anally.

It was a little different with Stiles, obviously he was more used to getting fucked up the ass, since he takes many of the pack the same way. Not taking into account anything he does to himself. So, Boyd found it easy to sink three fingers in without much time wasted, and Stiles was loving every nudge and crook of his fingers. He wanted to stretch Stiles wider than his cock, just so he could feel better about putting all of his cock inside. The teenager didn’t mind at all, rolling his tongue around Erica’s clit while pushing his ass back into Boyd’s hand and whining with need. ‘So needy.”

“Of course he would be babe, he’s a slut. Think he can take your fist?” Erica grinned over the teen at Boyd, but he just gave her a blank look that made her giggle and focus her attention back down to where Stiles was pushing a finger inside her. Stiles didn’t seem to care that he was being called anything, simply spreading his legs for more while his hand worked its magic in Erica’s pussy. “Deep in there, yeah, stretch me out.”

Stiles was having the time of his life, latched on to Erica’s clit while he worked three fingers in, all while Boyd was behind him doing the same thing to his hole. There was plenty of lube poured on Stiles’ ass and he should have been embarrassed by the slick noises Boyd’s fingers were making, but it only furthered how turned on he was. Sadly, Erica had apparently wanted to move things onwards now and pushed his head away with a huff, making Stiles pull back onto his hands and knees. “I can’t wait anymore, fuck me.”

He wasn’t going to refuse. Boyd already way ahead of him and passing Stiles a condom which he slipped on with ease but got distracted when Boyd crooked his fingers against his prostate, groaning as he rested his head back against the beta’s shoulder. Erica laid and enjoyed the view, occasionally rubbing her clit as her boyfriend pulled Stiles closer so they could kiss. It was the first time for them and at an awkward angle, with Stiles turning his head to the side, but it didn’t stop Erica from finding it perfect for the moment. Stiles lifted his hand to cup the back of Boyd’s head so they could deepen the kiss, tongues flicking out and tasting each other. Eventually they pulled away and Stiles took the lube, giving himself a dollop and rubbing it on his condom clad cock, before shimmying between Erica’s legs without dislodging Boyd’s fingers. “How is he meant to prep me with all this going on?”

It was a good question to ask; if he started to thrust and knowing Erica, she would wrap her legs around his hips like she normally does. It would make it difficult for Boyd to move anything, let alone prepare Stiles enough for his massive dick. Erica seemed to have thought about it though, her face breaking out into a smirk before resting her hands on Stiles’ chest. “Just put it inside, I’ll do all the work.”

“If you’re sure…” Stiles was still confused as to how this would all work, looking back and getting a nod from Boyd before he pushed inside Erica with a sigh. It was warm and squeezed him just right, and after the day he’s had it was like sinking into a warm bath. Leaning over the beta, Stiles’ arms trembled from staying in one position for too long but it was all worth it when Erica pecked his lips and gave him a shit-eating grin before clenching tightly around his cock. It was sudden, and Stiles wasn’t expecting it, hips hunching as he shut his eyes, mouth dropping open. “Oh yes, fuck Erica.”

“Told you I’d do all the work. Continue, Boyd.” Erica hummed as Boyd began to push his fingers in more, deeper, stretching with more of a purpose that Stiles whined pathetically. His prostate was no longer the aim for the beta to play with, it seemed that he wanted to hurry things along and Stiles wasn’t blaming him. He also wanted to pound Erica into the mattress right now, already beginning to sweat with the way she was working her muscles around his dick.

Boyd seemed to deem Stiles’ ass acceptable for his size, pulling his fingers out and making Stiles whimper at the loss but didn’t complain because he knew there was something better lying ahead. Instead, he took advantage of not having to stay still, thrusting into Erica and revelling in the gasps and grunts she makes from the sudden onslaught. Stiles couldn’t help sniping at her, keeping a steady but harsh pace that shakes the beta with every thrust. “Not so smug now are ya, Catwoman?”

She just glared up at him for the comment, before grabbing his arms and letting him plough her thoroughly, mostly because she noticed Boyd had finished wetting his cock with lube and was ready to get into position once more. Boyd let Stiles get a couple more good thrusts in before he shuffled closer and placed his hand on the teenager’s hip to halt his movements. Stiles knew what that meant, slowing down to a stop and leaning over Erica to give her a kiss while Boyd did whatever he wanted to do. The beta grabbed the base of his dick while keeping a tight hold on Stiles’ hip, bending him a little more over Erica’s placid body as he began to push inside. He waited for the hiss of pain or the recoil that he was used to for the first thrust, but to his surprise Stiles simply stayed still for him to continue. When he let the tip pop in, and pushed a couple more inches in, Boyd was sure that Stiles would start to feel something or ask to wait for him to adjust, but Stiles just turned his head away from where he was kissing Erica. “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt, give me all of your fat cock.”

“Jesus, Stiles.” Boyd cursed, squeezing the base of his dick as he slipped another few inches inside. At this, Stiles mewled at the feeling of something so large being pressed deep and rubbing against his prostate. He had to stop when he was halfway in to take a breather, even with the quiet whines from Stiles to push in the rest of the way and give it to him. Erica soothed him through it, bringing Stiles back down for another kiss and running her claws over his scalp until he relaxed against her bare body. It didn’t take long until the beta was determined to get all of his cock inside for the first time, not even Erica was able to handle the length he had so he was excited that someone was able and actually wanted him to go full pelt.

He ran his hand over Stiles’ slightly sweaty back, pushing him down further so his body was pressed to Erica’s more. Stiles willingly moved, the surge of submission welling up in him with the need to please whoever was touching him in such a move that clearly showed power exchange, even if Boyd didn’t know he was doing it. With another couple of seconds to gather himself, Boyd began to push in and didn’t stop until his hips were pressed flush against Stiles’ ass.

The teen groaned at the feeling as he was finally full. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before; he’d had big dicks before, quite a few times actually, but nothing came close to the girth of Boyd’s cock. Stiles situated himself so his legs spread a little wider, but still enough that he could give minute thrusts into Erica. Though, if the way this was going, it would be Boyd doing all the work of thrusting Stiles down into Erica’s pussy like a lifelike sex doll. It felt amazing though, Stiles wasn’t going to lie about that, didn’t need to since it was probably showing on his face or wafting thickly in the air for the betas to scent. It was Erica once again that moved them onward, lifting her legs higher so she could place her feet flatly on her boyfriend’s thighs. “Let’s get this show on the road, show him what you got baby.”

Boyd took the initiative and pulled out slowly so Stiles could feel the drag of all those inches, before he was left empty and clenching around nothing. Within a moment, Stiles was from whimpering to moaning and back to begging Boyd to do it again, do it harder, fuck baby that feels so good.

Stiles was right about feeling like a lifelike sex doll for the couple to enjoy; with the way he was being thrust into by Boyd, it rocked his cock inside Erica. So, Stiles was getting fucked and fucked and squeezed and fucked some more until he could barely think. Boyd had a firm grip on his hips as he kept a steady but deep pace that rocked the two partners in front of him. It was something else entirely than what Stiles expected it would be, he didn’t know if Boyd would just go crazy now that he’d found someone that could take every inch, or treat him like precious china because he didn’t know whether Stiles would break any second. No, he was being hard, but not punishing – yet, fuck he hopes it gets harder because he definitely wanted to have his prostate battered to smithereens – and it gave him an ache in his hips that Stiles would remember for days after.

He didn’t know he was talking before Erica was moaning along with him, the grip of her claws tight on the back of his head and neck keeping him still. His face was pressed to her neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and a hint of her perfume from school earlier. He didn’t know if Boyd was replying to him, or just moaning in agreement to whatever Stiles was saying but the noises to go along with it was so hot Stiles thought he was going to cum on the spot. The technique Erica was tightening around his cock while his sweet spot was being rubbed raw in all the best kind of ways, Stiles was amazed he could think at all. “I want to feel it tomorrow, want to be limping and my hole to be aching.”

Boyd was egged on by the filth coming out of Stiles’ mouth. This he was used to, knowing that Erica is the same when she really gets going. He could feel himself getting closer but wanted to make sure to satisfy the others before the show was over. The shifted his knees a little bit before beginning to pound into Stiles harder, shutting his eyes and enjoying the slick sounds of too much lube and Erica’s slick wetting all of the movements. Stiles let out a guttural sound as he buried his face deeper into Erica’s neck, clinging to her tightly. “So good so good, fuck me, give it to me!”

The scent that Stiles was so close flittered into the air much to the beta’s delight, breathing in deep as Boyd really started going for it. The slaps of Boyd’s hipbones hitting Stiles’ ass reverberated around the room until Stiles stilled silently and began to shudder violently. At first Erica thought it was a seizure but didn’t smell anything but the thick waft of cum, and the feeling of Stiles’ cock throbbing deep inside her, relaxing back down and grinning in satisfaction. “Take that cock baby.”

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh.” Stiles couldn’t do much apart from repeat the same words over and over as he came, spurting into the condom while Boyd calmed down his thrusts until it was a slow but dirty grind deep inside him. Stiles was lucid enough to reach back and grab Boyd’s hip preventing him from pulling out, as if that was going to happen.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, with Stiles coming down from his high while Erica pet his hair and Boyd grinding slowly yet deeply. He let the fog clear in his mind before lifting his head up from where he was nearly drooling on Erica’s breast, giving one of her nipples a soft bite and chuckling when she jolted. “Back to the land of the living?”

“I swear your boyfriend just fucked my brains out.” Stiles slurred and lifted himself up from Erica, yelping when Boyd dragged him further down the bed and making him pull out of her warmth. He doesn’t blame them for being antsy to continue, and Stiles definitely wasn’t going to complain with the view in front of him. Boyd had pulled him down Erica’s body until his face was perfectly pressed up to her pussy. Arching his back and presenting his ass at the same time, Stiles got to work worshipping Erica’s folds and clit, groaning when Boyd took the memo and started to thrust more to his liking.

The vibrations from Stiles’ moaning was it for Erica, who clung to the back of the teenager’s head while Stiles sucked the ever-loving daylights out of her clit. Boyd watched his girlfriend come apart in front of him and sighed in pleasure, his grip intensifying on Stiles’ hips until he heard the bones creak and knew there would definitely be bruises after this. Neither of them seemed to care though, least of all Stiles who simply thrust his ass back to get more of that pleasant ache deep inside him. He was addicted to the feeling of Boyd’s cock, and knew from now on he wouldn’t be looking at the beta the same way again. “Gimme that dick, want you to fill me up good, breed this pussy.”

Boyd’s hips hunched as the orgasm was ripped out of him, eyes flashing gold at the thought of breeding someone full of puppies. He didn’t know how Stiles knew about the high interest of him wanting to fill someone to the brim with his cum and keep trying to get them round with pups, strengthening the pack for his alpha. Stiles rang that bell loud and clear, eyes rolling back as he lapped lazily at Erica’s soaking pussy. He clenched his ass a little to milk Boyd’s cock and received aborted thrusts in return that made him hum in delight.

He didn’t want to pull out just yet, laying over the teen to kiss Erica’s lips sweetly, all of the animal that was running through his system only moments ago long gone for the stoic yet affectionate man. They gave each other little pecks while Stiles was quite content to just lay like this for the next few hours, with a thick cock up his hole preventing all the cum from leaking out. Then it got him thinking of how much Boyd must have dumped in him, if his dick was that big maybe his load was just as monstrous. The beta seemed to have the same idea of not wanting this to end just yet though, pulling away from his girlfriend and onto his side, pulling Stiles along with him and scent marking his next as if it wasn’t already soaked through the skin from their recent activities. Erica copied her partner, shimmying down the bed until she was snuggling up to Stiles’ front and pecking his forehead. “Sleep now?”

She was grunted at by both men, Boyd ever the gentleman reached down to pull the condom off Stiles’ soft cock, tying it in a knot and throwing it in the trash. He then pulled out of Stiles slowly now that he was under control, groaning when the second the thick cockhead popped out, his cum was quick to follow. Stiles could feel it too, sighing and reaching back to slip a couple fingers inside and spread them, wanting more cum to leak out. “Fuck Boyd, you really did a number on me, I love it, ten out of ten would do again.”

Boyd just chuffed in reply and got up to get a wet cloth to clean everyone up haphazardly before throwing that on the floor for later and crawling back into bed and assuming the same position as before. He was a cuddler apparently, and Stiles was so on board with this. Erica didn’t seem that interested in becoming a massive beta burrito, more inclined to stay out of Boyd’s snuggly grip and just stroke her hands up and down their arms until Stiles couldn’t hold off any longer and dropped into a well-deserved sleep.

Boyd heard Stiles’ heartbeat slow as he dozed, smiling over his head at Erica who was halfway to dreamland herself, murmuring softly. “Think we should do this more often?”

From the way her eyes glinted, and a single claw ran over Stiles’ neck making the teen shiver in response. “Definitely.”

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It was like a switch has clicked in Boyd; the beta felt like he would be cheating on Erica if he was to indulge Stiles, even though the she-wolf had jumped Stiles on the first week. But now after seeing the approval from his girlfriend, Boyd had the confidence to sidle up to Stiles whenever and just pull the teen’s body flush against his larger frame, knowing from experience that it’s also his size that makes Stiles shiver and the scent of arousal to float into the air.

Stiles was still silently thanking Derek for choking him on his knot too many times for the teenager to count, because it already gave him a breathing rhythm for when his throat is full. Blowjobs from Stiles is now one of Boyd’s favorite things; knowing that there was only one person he knew of that could take all of him without question, or complaint. Who enjoyed having their face all up in that thick meaty goodness. Stiles wouldn’t go a week without having his mouth stretched over Boyd’s massive cock.

Thing was; Boyd was extremely shy whenever he was asking for something that was just for his enjoyment. Not that it was only his pleasure; Stiles was all too eager to volunteer himself whenever Boyd’s cock gave an interested twitch. Kneeling at Derek’s feet during pack meetings to show submission to the alpha, and holding Isaac’s hand for the affection the beta craved, Stiles has begun to tease Boyd until the beta gave up pretending how hard he was. If Erica didn’t get to him first, Stiles would shout dibs. It was amusing to the other pack members, often betting on who would get to Boyd first.

They had a system between the three of them, around Stiles’ other sexual exploits. Whenever Erica had her way with Stiles at school, she would notify her boyfriend about how good it was, how her pussy was full of cum. Sometimes she would even send a picture if there was enough time before class. Stiles knew that within the hour he would get a text from Boyd with a simple question mark attached, and luckily, he already knew what the beta meant by that – was there a chance he could get in on the action.

Of course, Stiles would always let him, texting back how bad he wanted it. He knew after the first few times at school how much Boyd wanted to focus on his work and wouldn’t follow his girlfriend’s lead when it came to skipping class. He was focused on keeping his grades up to get into a good college, and Stiles respected that. Though it meant that if they were busy during lunch period, the both of them would be high strung by the time the bell rang for the end of the school day. Erica would ride home with Derek, usually Boyd would join in returning home with his alpha but given the look from both his girlfriend, Boyd would only shrug and hop a ride with Stiles. With this, they almost always end up on the side of the road with Stiles leaning over the passenger side of the jeep, mouth stuffed full and tears in his eyes as Boyd holds his head tight to his crotch.

They would arrive late, as always, with Stiles wearing a shit eating grin and Boyd loose in the shoulders but otherwise not showing much else. Though, his scent would give him away every time.

Stiles was so pleased with the amount of love he had received from his pack, but it was a lot of networking that he didn’t think of when he started this. With Erica during school and now with addition Boyd with it, Lydia on Friday nights and the pack meetings on Saturdays with Derek usually fucking him sometime during that night, and any other night that he texted and Stiles was free and horny. Meaning; all the time. There were lacrosse games with Jackson choking him with his cock, and Isaac who would knock on his window sometime during the middle of the week when his father would have the night shift at the station. Stiles knew that Isaac took notice of the sheriff’s timetable because he liked to have sweet sex and sleep overnight, usually in the hopes of having another round before class. Then there was Peter, who just showed up whenever he wanted.

With these irregular times, Stiles was pretty run through. If he added on his studying times as well as the usual routines of a teenager who has the knowledge of the supernatural, he was always stretched thin. The pack knew this, showed their appreciation by feeding his addiction. He was perfectly fine with this; he needed the relief.

Unfortunately, sometimes he was running a little low on the mental health scale, and Stiles didn’t know how to properly show how much trouble he was actually in. He didn’t know how to deal; there were no strategies besides fucking and diving head first into research with the hopes that the problem would just go away on its own.

This happened near exam weeks. Everyone was running themselves rampid with studying all the subjects, which meant that they didn’t have the time for Stiles. Though, he didn’t have much time either, more focused on his books for now, which meant that his addiction was beginning to rub at him in the wrong ways. As he usually does when it comes to the little problems, Stiles ignored it to the best of his abilities, rubbing one out every night and fucking his fingers deep into his hole before passing out until his alarm went off in the morning. But he itched, it was deeper than what he could fuck out of himself, and soon enough his own fingers weren’t enough. Stiles didn’t realise how wrung out he was both physically and mentally until it was Saturday in a pack meeting.

He was practically vibrating out of his skin from all the close touching and no one doing anything about it. For the first hour they were watching a film, Stiles couldn’t even concentrate because all he could feel was close proximity of his pack, and how his addiction was bubbling to the surface. He tried to be quiet, he tried to enjoy the movie, but fuck did Stiles need a severe scratching at the moment. Thankfully, Derek had noticed that he was reeking of desperation and arousal, breaking first and giving it to him deep, knotting Stiles’ ass in the bedroom upstairs. Still, Stiles wasn’t finished and practically begged someone else to come up and give it to him. He didn’t have to shout – werewolf hearing after all – and Erica was up in a flash to ride his cock, but even her stamina was no match for Stiles’ need to fuck and cum and soon enough she complained that anymore and she would get sore.

Stiles knew it wasn’t their fault, he shouldn’t lash out at them for something he should have a lid on. But after cumming four times in under the hour, and no one else was in the mood, Stiles was nearly in tears. He knew it was wrong of him to blame the pack, who were simply trying to help, but Stiles couldn’t think anymore, dressing himself in a rage while wiping tears away from his cheeks like they burned. It wasn’t their fault; the pack had their exams in the forefront of their mind, and Stiles’ addiction wasn’t their highest concern but to Stiles it felt like he was being isolated for something he couldn’t control. He didn’t listen to the betas tell him to come back, and even if he did, he would only feel guilty. It was like he was forcing them, and Stiles never wanted something like that with the people he loved.

He ended up running out of the apartment and to the elevator not looking back. Being around them when he was in this kind of mood wasn’t fair on anyone, he knew that. It was only when the door wouldn’t close behind him that Stiles looked up to find Peter holding the door open. They stared at each other for a long moment before the beta charged forward and pressed Stiles to the back of the elevator. He had both hands caging him in the corner and preventing him from going anywhere. Not like he wanted to, not with Peter pulling him into a dirty kiss. Stiles was quick to grab the front of the older man’s shirt, keeping him close and wondered if Peter could taste the cum Stiles had swallowed not even an hour prior. Who was he kidding, it was probably the reason he was attacking Stiles’ mouth with such vigour.

They pulled away with a trail of saliva connecting their lips, and Stiles was almost certain he saw Peter’s eyes flash. Still, the teenager was confused as to why Peter was out with him right now when he should have stayed with the pack. A part of him thought that maybe it was Peter’s ticket to get out of the meeting early, or maybe he wanted to wait until Stiles was a desperate mess before finally taking him apart and giving him what he needs. Stiles didn’t know what the beta wanted with him, and it was driving him crazy. “Peter, what –.”

“Shh…” Peter held his thumb over Stiles’ bottom lip, opening it up just enough to lick between and make Stiles’ legs tremble. He had so many questions that needed answering; why he was out here, why he was taking the time to kiss Stiles breathless. Why he had been tailing after Stiles this long without reaping the pleasures? Mostly, why weren’t they naked right now?

They continued to kiss until the elevator stopped at ground floor, where Peter pulled away much to Stiles’ disappointment. He didn’t seem finished though and took the teenager’s hand in his as he led them out the elevator and into the parking lot. Being the gentleman that Peter was, he led Stiles to his jeep before pressing him up once more to the cold surface of the door before ravaging his mouth once more. Stiles was hard much to no ones surprise, cock dripping in his underwear and grinding against Peter’s thigh, muttering pleas whenever he caught a breath, only for the beta to pull him in for another dominating kiss.

He didn’t know what he expected to happen, maybe Peter pulling away and leaving him high and dry like he normally does. What he didn’t expect, was Peter taking the keys from Stiles and pushing him into the passenger seat before driving him home. Though he did have his hand on the teenager’s thigh the entire ride, it didn’t do much for Stiles’ need for orgasms like right now, right this second. He partly thanked the beta’s resolve though; he didn’t want Peter to lose control and crash his precious jeep or something even if it meant Stiles could scratch that infernal itch. Peter didn’t seem concerned with what must be intoxicating scent practically slapping him in the face whenever Stiles’ cock twitched, he simply pulled the jeep into the Stilinski driveway and parked, getting out. Stiles wasn’t far behind, his mind going haywire with the thought that maybe Peter was finally going to give him what he had been craving for so long now.

His dad’s cruiser wasn’t in the driveway so they had the house to themselves for now, Stiles fishing the key from his collection and hurrying to bust the door down. The teenager practically yanked Peter into the house and up to his room with the heavy tension of someone who needed to cum twenty minutes ago in the parking lot. Peter didn’t seem fussed though, taking his time to give Stiles sweet pecks and unbuttoning his shirt so Stiles wouldn’t rip the fabric with his need to be naked.

Everything seemed to be going great so far; Peter was undressing him, filling his mouth with his tongue and taking control just like Stiles always thought he would do. He always seemed like the type of man to dominate and with his history being so commanding, Stiles craved to be kneeling to that power. Peter was patient pushing Stiles down on the bed, pulling off his shoes and socks, undoing his belt and jeans and pulling them off his legs, folding them up before setting them aside. He ran his hands up Stiles’ shins, giving them a squeeze as he watched Stiles’ body react to his touch. The teenager’s cock was red and angry looking as it spat out precome, his chest flushed as Stiles panted. He was ready for whatever Peter was going to throw his way, he wanted the beta’s cock in him like yesterday.

Peter seemed all too eager as well, lifting the teenager’s legs up until he was spreading Stiles wide for him. It should have made Stiles feel vulnerable having everything out in the open for the werewolf to see, to smell, but it just made Stiles that much hotter. His hole was clenching around nothing, cock throbbing and he knew if a gentle breeze dusted over the tip he would cum right now. Peter didn’t touch though, he leant over Stiles’ body to collect the lube from the bedside table, having scented the chemical tang in the air. He was quick to uncap the lube and pour a generous amount on his hand, pinning Stiles’ thigh wide apart as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against the teen’s hole. Stiles let out a harsh breath and held onto the covers for dear life, his voice hitting a high whining noise, when Peter wanted to do something he didn’t fuck around.

It only took a few seconds of insistent rubbing of Stiles’ aching hole before Peter deemed it relaxed enough to plunge his finger inside, making Stiles keen with delight. He was already loose from the many fucks earlier that didn’t sate him, but with Peter he couldn’t help but clench around his digit. The beta stayed still for a second before he crooked his finger, slipping another inside and Stiles was gone, cumming and clinging to the covers with a wail of pleasure. Peter cooed him through it, running his free hand on the teen’s inner thigh and encouraging him. “There you go baby, let it all out.”

“Oh god, oh fuck, I need you – I need –.” Once he got air back into his lungs, Stiles was babbling but he didn’t give a single fuck right now, even though Peter had his fingers inside it wasn’t enough. He wanted the beta to mount him, take him hard and fast and dirty like he’s always wanted Peter to do, since the first time he trapped Stiles up against the elevator and made him cream his jeans.

Peter had other plans apparently, restarting his thrusting rhythm with his fingers once more as he kneaded the flesh of Stiles’ thigh. “I’m not going to fuck you, Stiles.”

It was like hearing his world crumbling around him, Stiles’ heart wrenching as he thought up the proper way to tell Peter thanks but no thanks when it came to leaving him high and dry when he most craves it. And also to say fuck him, he doesn’t get to just play with his mind or body like this and then leave. He had far too many orgasms to go through this kind of anguish right this moment. His scent must have changed because Peter was quick to finish his statement, with another crook to Stiles’ prostate. “But I am going to be inside you for the rest of the night. I hope you’re ready.”

Before Stiles could even ask what the fuck that meant – this beta was giving him whiplash – Peter was fucking him hard and fast with his fingers jabbing into his sweet spot. His leg was hoisted up over Peter’s shoulder so he could get better access, but didn’t stop in the slightest. Stiles could barely think straight, body seizing up after just having an orgasm and now all this, the teen keened high and desperate as his cock spat out a glob of precome.

He brought his hand down to hold onto the beta’s wrist, not stopping him or slowing him down in the slightest but it gave Stiles something to cling onto as his prostate was brutalised once more. Not that it wasn’t fucking amazing, especially with Peter murmuring to him in such a thick sultry voice that almost dripped sex. He was shaking, his thighs trembling and threatening to close around Peter’s hand as if that was halt all movement from the werewolf. Peter didn’t even show signs of fatigue, kissing and mouthing at Stiles’ calve and it shouldn’t be as hot as it was but it was doing things to him that he couldn’t explain. His eyes were rolling back into his skull and with every twist of Peter’s devilish fingers, and Stiles didn’t even know that he could get this close to cumming after such a short time but here he was, tensing up and shuddering out yet another orgasm. “That’s it sweetheart, keep cumming for me… Going to see how many times you can squirt tonight.”

“Holy shit –.” No one had even used that word around Stiles before but it did something for him, a swirl of arousal in this stomach at the word as he panted and slumped back against the mattress. Squirting; he hadn’t thought something like that could affect him so strongly before, he hadn’t even thought about it before but here he was already getting hard again at the thought of Peter ordering him to squirt, fingering his sweet spot like a woman until he came untouched. He could cry, he probably was at this point but he didn’t care because Peter’s lips were back on his calve and nipping the skin there, with enough force that he will probably have a bruise forming there by the morning but Stiles would be lying if he said he didn’t push his leg closer to Peter’s mouth in hopes for more of that delicious pain.

Peter was being so fucking good with his hands, and Stiles felt a little smug that the beta had to switch hands two hours in because it was cramping from the constant repetitive motions of fingering Stiles continuously. He wasn’t laughing after the third hour though, after cumming nearly four times more, Stiles was a continuous state of tears and snot and hitched begs for Peter to slow down, give him a break, just stop already. The wolf barely stopped, only slowing down a fraction to glance down to where Stiles was wiping his tears with his sweaty hands. “Aw, what’s the matter baby? I thought you wanted someone to make you cum all night long, is that not what I’m doing for you Stiles?”

“I-I changed – fuck, fuck god please – I changed my mind! Please jus’ ohmygod I’m cumming, I’m cumming –!” Stiles was a fucking mess, his cock could barely get hard anymore and when he came it was pathetic, spitting out the barest amount of clear fluid that didn’t even resemble cum. His ass didn’t ache – most likely because Peter was using that perfect werewolf mojo of his to stop any pain or strain from showing – but god he felt so loose and the sounds, the slick sloppy sounds from Peter’s movements and the fact he practically poured half the lube bottle in the process of thoroughly destroying Stiles’ ass tonight. He was overstimulated, he couldn’t even speak without his voice hitching or breaking or cutting off mid-sentence to beg for more.  “Please I need – I can’t – Peter.”

“I think I like seeing you like this, so desperate for me.” Peter was crooning as he spread his fingers out wide in Stiles’ hole, watching as the muscles tried to close around him but after hours of constant use, they were tired, allowing him to see the pink insides of his sweet boy. Because that’s what Stiles was now, his sweet slut, who would agree to anything right now for Peter’s torment to be over or to never stop. He had thought about manipulating Stiles into saying that only he would be the one to make him cum like this, only he would be able to take the ache away from his addiction, Peter was all he needed. But he knew it was wrong, and he definitely knew he didn’t have the stamina to keep up with Stiles’ wants and needs, werewolf stamina be damned. Instead, Peter twisted his fingers to rub his knuckles against Stiles’ hole until the teenager whimpered in over sensitive bliss, both trying to arch away from the feeling and also attempting to bear down on Peter’s hand. The boy didn’t know what he wanted right now, he was fucked silly. “Want me to give you one last cum before bed sweetheart?”

“Yesyesyes. Oh my god, Peter, yeah make me cum. Wanna cum for you c’mon make me squirt –.” Oh yes Peter definitely like the sound of that, rumbling deep in his chest as he laid down next to the boy, taking Stiles’ leg with him so he was spread wide almost at an unnatural angle. Stiles didn’t care about being bent around the place, clenching and loosening around the beta’s fingers as he panted out pleas to Peter to hurry, he needed to cum right now. He could barely speak in sentences anymore, just calling out any word that comes to mind, most of it a jumble of please, and Peter, and yes. The beta didn’t even seem to be tired at all, now following Stiles’ pleas and finger fucking him in earnest while his nose was buried in the teenager’s hair, breathing in the heavy scent of sweat and spice that radiated off him. Peter stretched his fingers out wide in Stiles’ hole and for a minute he forgot to breathe before the beta slipped in a fourth finger and that was it, everything crumbled. He was so full and it ached him in all the ways he didn’t even know if they were good or bad anymore because he was coming, he couldn’t breathe it was so strong. Stiles gasped as his muscles strained and tensed, his cock jerking a couple of times before clear fluid was spat out and dribbled down the side of his cock, not even strong enough to spray his stomach or thighs.

Peter hummed out in wonder at his boy, slowing his fingers to a stop and just keeping them inside so he could look at Stiles. The teenager’s eyes were rolled up into the back of his head and his mouth was open to give short pants of breath. His skin was reddened with the constant blush of arousal with his dick taking the brunt, a dark red hue shading it. Peter brought Stiles’ leg back down onto the mattress but not without biting a bruise into the skin, knowing Stiles would complain about it when he got his mind back from wherever he left it. His own cock was straining against his trousers but he didn’t dare touch it while Stiles was like this, he couldn’t consent even though his addiction would scream at him to say yes to everything if it meant that he would scratch that itch.

No, Peter was happy to wait, pulling his shirt over his head and dabbing the small beads of sweat from his forehead with it before folding it up and setting it on the floor. The belt was next, pulling it out the loops and placing it on the bedside table. He wanted to remove his jeans but thought better of it, not wanting to give Stiles the wrong impression when he woke up. And he has slept in worse conditions. Instead, Peter slid off the bed in search of a cloth to clean Stiles up.

He got a flannel from the bathroom and wet it with warm water before heading back to the bedroom and mopped up the mess on Stiles’ stomach and thighs. Peter was careful to wipe the teenager’s cock, knowing it was probably raw and sensitive. He could tell that Stiles was coming out of his orgasmic bliss and set the flannel on the bedside table, not really caring about it now that it had done its purpose. Peter slid back down to the teenager’s side and snuggled up to him, bringing the blanket around the both of them as he hushed and soothed Stiles with his voice.

Stiles was still pretty out of it, letting out little noises of confusion and tiredness but Peter could tell he was sated. He held his boy close to him, seeping his warm out to Stiles in hopes to keep him satisfied and sleepy. Peter kept up with the murmuring, telling Stiles what a good boy he was, how well he took everything given to him, how next time, next time would be completely different.

He knew he was talking to himself now, Stiles’ heartbeat drifting until they steadied in rhythm of unconsciousness, but Peter quite liked to have someone to talk to who didn’t judge him or talk back. He spoke about the pack for a little while, about how he knew they would encourage and support Stiles with his addiction, how he was proud of all their achievements in the pack even if he didn’t let anything show outwardly. Soon enough though, Peter felt his eyelids grow heavy and with a passing glance over his shoulder to the digital clock, he grumbled at the early time in the morning before turning back to Stiles. The beta shut his eyes then, not fighting the way they brought him to sleep, and thought to himself how he should get a could hours of sleep, and he out before Stiles even wakes up.

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When Stiles woke up the first thing he realized was, how fucking sore he was. Holy shit, his whole back ached from several rounds of sex, and his hole was throbbing with his heartbeat because Peter went savage on him all night long. The beta wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to make sure Stiles was satisfied until morning. Also, his thigh ached and when he brought a tired hand down to examine under the covers, he winced when he poked it. That must be a bruise, it couldn’t really be anything else, Peter bruised him. Stiles doesn’t know why that appeals to him.

The second thing he noticed when he woke up was that he wasn’t alone.

No, Peter was a wall of heat right next to him, protecting him from the chill of the morning. A part of Stiles warmed just knowing that Peter was either too worn out to move, or he trusted Stiles enough that they could wake up together without it being awkward. He wanted to savour this moment; turning his head to look over at Peter’s calm sleeping face, taking in the miniscule details that the beta never lets anyone see while awake. There were slight bags under his eyes, most likely from staying up many nights doing god knows what. He has a small wrinkle between his eyes which Stiles could imagine would be his frowning lines.

It was interesting to know what kind of man Peter was. Unlike anything he expected the beta would be. Instead of the overconfident man who took Stiles whenever he felt like it, or the type of savage wolf that would pin Stiles down without a moments notice without a care if the boy under him was pleading for mercy. No, Peter was a gentleman. A brutal, sadistic gentleman, but one nonetheless.

That urge to cum in the morning wasn’t burning with need right now, so Stiles ignored it for just watching as Peter slept. He must have been worn out from taking care of the teenager all night. Werewolf stamina was a thing, but he knew he was also a bit of a needy slut when he got into it, so he might have given Peter a run for his money. Thinking back, he doesn’t think Peter even touched his own cock, didn’t cum after all those hours of stretching Stiles’ hole and giving him too many orgasms to count. Seriously, this guy was something else.

The feeling of being watched must have hit the beta’s subconscious because a few minutes later, Peter’s eyes fluttered open and his peaceful face transformed into a grumpy frown. Cute, with marks on his face from the pillow and his lips smacking with the taste of morning breath. Stiles couldn’t help but grin, leaning his chin on his hand as he spoke. Voice hoarse from not using it after screaming all night long. “Good morning.”

“Is it?” Peter muttered, before groaning and sitting up. The marks on his face were gone now, though his bedhead remained as the wolf reached back to scratch at his stomach. Swinging his legs over the bed and standing up with a grunt. It must have been disorienting to wake up not in his own bed, but Peter took it in stride, even with the slight uncomfortable feeling of falling asleep in his jeans. Simply moving around Stiles’ bedroom collecting his clothes, with only a light wrinkle of his nose, not really wanting to wear the same things from yesterday but it wasn’t like he could fit Stiles’ outfits. Let alone ask for it; Peter’s fashion sense wasn’t exactly plaid and scruffy jeans to say the least.

“Is for me. You see this? I’m glowing, you did a number on me last night.” Stiles piped up, moving to sit up with a slight wince as his legs complained. Yeah, seriously, Peter ran him through the ringer. He asked for it, that was for sure. It wasn’t often that he got to be this sore after a romp or two. Peter just grunted, apparently not a morning person but that was alright, Stiles could talk even when his brain wasn’t caffeinated yet. There was a lull though, while Peter sorted out his belongings as if to attempt a quick getaway. Stiles leant against the headboard, watching him go through the paces of making sure he had his phone, wallet, keys etcetera. His own voice soft then, heart beating a little too hard for just waking up as he spoke. “Thank you, for that. I know I’m hard to handle sometimes. My, this addiction that I have, I can’t seem to… It’s hard to control sometimes, is all I’m saying. And you, you just… You went with it. Didn’t complain, didn’t… Yeah. You know, so thanks.”

There was a pause before Peter turned to him once more. His expression neutral though Stiles could tell he was more awake now, smoothing out his shirt from the folded wrinkles that formed overnight. What Stiles didn’t expect, was when the beta moved towards the bed. Using his knee as leverage as he leant on the mattress and moved into Stiles’ space, apparently not caring about either of their morning breath as he grasped the teenager’s chin and angled it up for a kiss.

It was sweet. No heat behind it and Stiles was surprised by the act that he could barely move his lips before Peter pulled away. “You don’t need to thank me for that. Anytime.”

The wolf was standing when Stiles regained his senses, licking his lips and tasting Peter on them. “Coffee?”

Stiles pulled the covers back and shuffled to the edge of the bed to stand up, groaning as his thighs screamed at him for moving. Yep, definitely bruised. Sexy, sexy bruising from a wolf that apparently enjoyed him being a needy slut, what a weird change of pace. It was his house and he didn’t care about looking pretty, just grabbing a large shirt from the floor and giving it a sniff test before pulling it on. Peter waited for him as he got changed, not bothering to put on pants but underwear was a must; he didn’t really want his gonads flopping around if he was going to make breakfast. The beta let out a breath as Stiles paced past him to the bedroom door, giving him a questioning arch of his eyebrow. “Yeah, alright.”

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The strange serenity of his morning with Peter aside, Stiles felt much better. His cock felt sore from constantly cumming all night long, his ass was still stretched and open from being fucked by the pack and Peter’s fingers. His addiction was tamped down enough that he could survive the rest of his exam weeks without that kind of flare up again.

He did apologize to the pack after that night, embarrassment clear in his scent that the other wolves didn’t bring up. Though, they did mention how they hoped he felt better, obviously not bringing up how Peter ran out after Stiles during that pack meeting. Maybe they thought the beta was getting some from Stiles too, not an unusual assumption.

Another positive thing came out from that night, after Peter, was that when they were finished with their exams and everyone had time to themselves once more without the added stress of deadlines. Kira approached Stiles. She was nervous, that was easy to see even without supernatural senses. From the way she was shuffling on her feet and not looking him in the eye, Stiles knew it had to be about his addiction. She spoke uncertainly, as if the teenager was going to deny her, fat chance. Kira was a fucking beauty; he would be more than happy to spend time buried between her thighs or pounding his cock deep inside her. Or, any other way she wanted to do things.

“So um, I know you said there was an open door policy about your… I just wanted to know if that was still a thing? If I could… If we could…” She started, before biting her lip and swallowing thickly, but Stiles kept silent, waiting for her to finish her sentence. The idea of being some kind of sexual guinea pig wasn’t bad. Maybe she wanted to try something kinky out, or a new position, either way, Stiles was already going to agree to anything the kitsune was going to request. “I want to help you, but I also, I wanted to try something, see if it was something I was into. If you… If we could try it together? Scott, he doesn’t –.”

“Whoa, I don’t think I want to know about yours and Scotty-boys sexual escapades.” Stiles held up his hand with a snort. Yeah, it was hot to think Kira trusted him with trying something new, but he didn’t need to know the details. Just, when and where. Scott had already stated that while he may know far too much about Stiles’ sex life, he wasn’t going to partake in fucking his best friend. That was a fair call, and both of them agreed they’d attempt to keep their sex lives separate. Even if that meant Kira came to him for some things Scott wasn’t privy to trying out.

Either way, his loss, and Stiles’ gain. He mentioned this to the kitsune and she nodded along, relief relaxing her shoulders. He brought her in to a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Where do you want to do this?”

“Um, in a bedroom? Mine, or yours, that’s fine.” Stiles nodded along with her and they came up with a plan. His bedroom seemed to be the den of debauchery already, and his dad would often have a night shift so it was perfect for his nightly visits. They sorted everything out; the next time the sheriff went off to work, he would invite her round and she would have her wicked ways with him. With that, she gave him that dazzling smile that would bring lesser men to their knees and bid him farewell until later.

Since everyone was finished with their exams, Stiles found that he had a fair amount of the pack asking after him. Before the end of the school day, he’d already been on his knees for both Boyd and Erica. Mouth working overtime on the she-wolf’s clit while pumping three fingers in her cunt and stirring her up inside until he felt the familiar prick of claws on the back of his head. An indicator of her impending orgasm, but Stiles never stopped, wanting her to gush over his tongue. With Boyd, the beta shoved his jaw wide with that fat cock, giving him heart eyes as the wolf thrust down his throat and came deep. Hand cupping the back of Stiles’ head and making the teenager swallow around his dick, slightly saddened that he wasn’t able to taste the salty success of getting Boyd off.

He knew his dad would be resting at home before the night shift so he went over to Lydia’s house, it was a Friday after all, which meant their play nights. They had skipped them for a few weeks and that was just fine, Stiles understood why. But it meant Lydia was pent up; you wouldn’t think it from how she presented herself as confident and in control. Stiles knew though, he could always read her. So, when he entered her home, he was met with the redhead practically grabbed his hair and dragging him up the stairs to her room. Within a split second, Stiles’ headspace gravitated downwards and into a submissive state that welcomed him in open arms. Without even needing to be told, the second she let go of him to shut her door, Stiles was on his knees on the carpet and waiting his Domme’s orders.

She ran him through the ringer. The delicious, pleasurable ringer.

Before he knew it, his shirt was practically ripped off his back, his jeans shoved down to his knees and he was made to shuffle awkwardly to the bed to bend over the edge where her bag of goodies was resting next to his knees. They’d done this a couple of times before and Stiles’ insides were quivering with need and she took her time, taking things out of her kink bag and inspecting it. As if she hadn’t already planned what they were going to do. It was all about the anticipation.

After a few minutes of keeping quiet, the only noises being Stiles’ panting and the tinkering of the goodies in Lydia’s duffel, the Domme finally spoke. “You’re going to take twenty lashes on your back, counting each one. You’re going to take twenty swats on those useless balls, and thank me for each one. Then, if you’re a good boy and don’t come from that, you get the honour of pleasuring me. Color?”

“G-Green, holy fuck.” While he may have come a couple of times during the day, Lydia always had the power to make him cum without even knowing it. It would be ripped out of him before he could even warn her. Still, Stiles would try his hardest, like he does every time, to impress the Domme. To show her how much of a good submissive he was.

It was enough for her, moving forward and running her hands over his back. Kneading along the skin there and getting the blood pumping, get him used and ready for impact. It felt nice; he hadn’t received a massage before but since his situation with Lydia, he had come to appreciate why people pay so much for them. He wouldn’t be able to go to a general masseuse though, not anymore, since he now responds to the touches with an instant erection. The redhead deemed his body ready, moving back and the next thing Stiles knew, there was a fluttering on his back to get him used to the feeling once more. It had been a few weeks and they both knew it wouldn’t be wise to go straight to the good stuff right away. He needed a warm up, plus, it felt great to feel the gentle brushings of the flogger over his skin. He didn’t think it would feel this great to be hit, but after a few sessions, he could understand why it was a release for people.

Stiles closed his eyes and relaxed into the movement, letting out soft breaths as the floggers’ tendrils roamed his back. Up over his shoulder blades and keeping clear of the back of his neck like a pro, down this spine and the muscles there and stopping before his tailbone. Over and down, up and down, until the skin felt warm. It was hypnotic; stroking, brushing, continuous strides over his skin until he was nothing but much on the edge of her bed, bare ass in full view without a lick of embarrassment.

“Fuh –!” The first lashing was a surprise, as it always was. Right in the middle of his back. He tensed up without thinking, taking the time for the spike of pain to send those tingling sensations rippling through his body. Lydia was patient, waiting for him to relax once more and count before she struck again, right between his shoulder blades this time. It hurt, of course it did. It bit into his skin without breaking it, feeling sharp but not scarring. “Fuck, two, fuck Lyds –.”

“That’s not me name, is it, Stiles?” She noted, giving him another lashing that led Stiles to arch up into the pain. He whimpered but she waited for him to respond to her.

It wasn’t a new occurrence; they had found a happy little remedy when the toys came out that Stiles sometimes murmured words that appeased her. In the end, after the third time that they had gone through the flogger or the cock ring or – god help him, his cock dripped just thinking about it – the dragon tongue, they had to bring up the obvious. Stiles was nervous, of course, but Lydia found it adorable. He found it was perfectly fine if he wanted to change her name during their scenes, maybe it was even better for them, so he would associate that name with those scenes instead of always thinking about it whenever she was around. Like that helped, but still, it gave him a grounding boundary that they could work around. Also, it delighted Lydia, gave her a sense of power and that was reward enough for Stiles to continue using the title.

“M-Mistress.” Stiles whined out, sounding pathetic to his ears. It hadn’t even been that long into the scene and he was already like this. A little baby wheedling for more praise or something for him to get off on. She hummed happily before another thwack landed on his back and Stiles gasped, hips rolling minutely on the edge of the bed to get some reprieve on his cock. “Three, Mistress, please, please.”

“Good boy.” The lashings came faster then. Over and again, with Stiles dutifully counting each one like the good boy he was. His back was on fire from the force behind Lydia’s swings but it only fuelled the rising pleasure in his loins. By the time she finished the twentieth hit, Stiles was sweating and panting heavily, cheek pressed to the duvet and cheeks flushed. His cock was leaking precum and no doubt there was a wet spot on her sheets that he would have to clean up. Probably with his tongue, knowing Lydia.

She set the flogger aside and praised him, voice soft and affectionate as she ran her hands over his back once more. Kneading the sore and raised skin from the markings. They were going to ache so damned good tomorrow, he might even bruise a little – unlikely, seeing as Lydia was attentive at only bruising places that had a lot of fat – a man could hope though. Lydia allowed him to take a small breather, collecting the bottle of water from the bedside table and letting him push up from the bed so he could have a few sips in. After a little while, she stood back up from the bed and pet along his sweaty hair. “Ready for the next part?”

Stiles swallowed his mouthful of water and licked his lips. She was going to hit his balls. With what, he didn’t know, she had a scary amount of implements in that duffel bag and he had only seen a small amount of them. Still, he nodded his head and handed the bottled water back before getting back into position. “Green.”

“Good boy. Twenty swats, thank me for each one.” Moving behind him once more, he shuddered when her hand cupped his balls. He spread his legs more, awkwardly since he still had his jeans bundled by his knees like some sort of desperate whore, but he made do. She rolled his balls in her hand, ignoring his cock completely. Stiles moved to grip the duvet, letting out a breath and shutting his eyes once more, readying himself for the next part. This usually wasn’t his favorite, but he knew it was a trial by fire so he could overcome and get the reward afterwards. A little bit of pain and he would be given the pleasures of Lydia’s pussy on his tongue.

Of course, it wasn’t always that easy. Even with the pain, his cock would always have other ideas. Instead of shrinking back in fear from the sharp pain in such a delicate place, it seemed his dick was some sort of masochist. Only furthering to drip and leak. Any attention and it was off with a shot, like the needy slut he knew he was.

The tightened grip of her hand on his balls was an indicator but the lick of sharp stingy pain had Stiles rise up from the bed with a yelp. She hushed him and didn’t let go, waiting patiently for him. Dragon tongue, it had to be. Only one kind of implement he’s experienced could be that precise. Damn it, he was in for the long haul here. “T-Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy, Stiles. Nineteen to go.” The, Lydia was off. Gripping his balls so the skin was tight, easier for her to strike over them and cause him the most sensation. Stiles continued to thank her, even when he began to tear up from the rawness. Even when he sobbed and rubbed his snotty nose into her bedsheets. Even when his cock was drooling so much it was about to explode. He continued to thank her for hitting him, for swatting his useless balls.

“One more, Stiles. You’re doing so good for me, nearly there and you can take your reward.” Stiles was shaking, from oversensitivity and from all the adrenaline rushing through him. He just nodded with a sniffle and accepted the final strike on his taut scrotum, arching away from the feeling as he had done plenty of times before and yelling in pain. It was finally over, he thought, as he slumped into the edge of the bed and cried, the rush overwhelming him.

Lydia was there in a flash, sitting next to him and shushing him softly, petting over his head and praising him for being so good for her. Letting him get the tears out of his system like they had done many times before. It was a release, all of the emotions he had built up from the exams, the stress and the deadlines choking him were now gone. Out of his system like the pain that ran through his entire body, bringing forth chills and tingles that echoed through his cock. Lydia was patient with him, letting him breathe and passing him water when he asked for it, praising him with that soft voice that brought his submissive state into overdrive.

They waited together until Stiles could crawl up the bed and lay on it fully, kicking his jeans off fully so they would tumble onto the floor. Once he blew his nose and could breathe properly, Lydia moved to where her pillows were stacked for her to lean against. Tugging her skirt up and shucking her underwear off, setting them aside and spreading her legs. Like a homing missile, Stiles crawled between Lydia’s legs and swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew better now than to just dive right on in, instead he looked up at her face. “Can I… Can I make you cum, Mistress?”

“You may, good boy Stiles.” She praised with a gentle smile and that was all it took. Stiles moved forward and nosed between her wet folds, licking stripes up her pussy and moaning at the taste of her that he had missed for weeks. The dusting of red hair on the top of her mound was a bit thicker, probably because she was too busy to trim all the way, but the rest was bare and Stiles didn’t give two fucks about it. He dug his nose into her mound so he could get his mouth as close as possible.

A hand came down to run through his sweaty hair, gripping it when he latched his lips around her clit and sucked. He missed using his mouth like this. Having his pack gravitate to him for their pleasure. Missed suckling on cocks and clits and sliding his fingers around their shafts and deep in their cunts. Everything about this was divine; he knew if he ever had to stop he wouldn’t be able to survive. He needed sex, needed to feel that release. Wanted to have people screaming out their climaxes because of him, craved that feeling of release while someone was letting out their frustrations on his hips. There was nothing better in his opinion. Sure, he was an addict, but there were worse things to be addicted to.

It was almost trained in him now to never use his fingers when going down on Lydia, instead, he held onto her spread thighs and kneaded them. Groaning as they trembled under his grasp. Stiles knew she was in charge, even in this position. “Deeper. Lick my hole.”

Well, yes ma’am. No complaints there.

He dug in like a man possessed, lapping and slurping at her folds. Spearing his tongue into her pussy like he was shovelling for gold down there. Tasting the tang of her slick and swallowing it down with glee. Even though Lydia was the one receiving pleasure, Stiles was the one moaning the most, simply too entranced in eating the Domme out. She was directing where she wanted the attention, moving him up to her clit so he could suck and nibble at her hood and roll his tongue around the bundle of nerves, before pushing him back down to her entrance where he could lap over the hole there and slurp up the slick.

His jaw was growing sore, tongue aching when Lydia’s breathing began to labour, her grip on his locks tightening before dragging him to her clit and pressing him down on it in a silent order. He knew by now that she needed hard suction to get off, needed her clit to be overstimulated. He latched on like a vacuum, groaning and flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit again and again until finally, Lydia’s thighs tensed up under his grip and she came with a shuddering moan. He didn’t stop sucking, didn’t stop pulling and rolling his tongue round and round, knowing she wanted to ride the waves of her climax to the fullest. He didn’t mind, it was damn hot to make her cum.

Eventually, her grip softened enough that Stiles could pull off a little, moving back down to her entrance where she was soaked, lapping it up with kitten licks. Not wanting to overstimulate her, just being a good boy and cleaning up the mess she made. When he was done, Stiles knelt back up and licked his lips, savouring the taste of her. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, Stiles.” She sighed out in bliss, taking a moment to catch her breath before collecting her underwear and sitting up. He was on his best behaviour, ignoring his own cock while they played. It was an angry color, precum constantly dripping from his slit and bobbed with his pulse, ready to burst that Lydia felt he was more than deserving of his reward, even if Stiles thought eating her out was reward enough. She collected her underwear in her hand and promptly encased Stiles’ cock in the lacy material that made the teenager grunt like he’d been punched, his hips automatically thrusting forward before he could stop himself. Lydia didn’t reprimand him, but instead slowly stroked him through the motions. Stiles leant back on his hands, not touching his dick and allowing Lydia take control of the pace, biting his lip as he tried to remain still for her. “You’ve done well today, Stiles. Took your floggings, let me hit your balls like a good little boy, and serviced my pussy. I’m very proud of you.”

Well, his balls were still on fire from the assault, but the floggings felt pretty damn good, and going down on Lydia was a blessing. Still, Stiles nodded his head in agreement, he did deserve to cum after all of that, letting out a whimper as she upped the pace on his cock. It nudged his abused scrotum with every passing twist of her hand, but the added spike of pain only seemed to heighten the pleasure. Stiles could do nothing but take it, his arms shaking from holding him up. Lydia let out a hum of interest before speaking absentmindedly, as if it was just a passing comment. “Perhaps one of these days, if you’re an extra special good boy, I might let you fuck Mistress’ pussy. Hm? What do you think, Stiles?”

His orgasm ripped through him. Just at the mere thought. Fucking Lydia’s pussy, being inside Lydia for the first time, having sex with Lydia.

Stiles bowed over from the force of his climax, spurting thickly into the lacey underwear and dirtying it completely. She didn’t seem to mind, stroking him through it. If he could see her face right now, no doubt she would be grinning. It wasn’t hard to remember all of the times that Stiles had swooned over her, yeah they were friends now but not even a few years ago, Stiles would have give his left nut to have a chance to talk to her. Just the thought that he could be wrapped up in her embrace, rolling in the sheets with his previous crush, hearing her moan for him, burying his cock deep and filling her with cum. It still did things. “Ah fuck, fuck, fuh, holy shit. Do you, do you mean that or was that just, like, a ploy to make me finish quickly?”

“A little of both.” She retorted, pulling the lacy panties off and tossing them on the floor to deal with them later. Aftercare was important, so she manhandled Stiles into her arms and tugged the sheets up so they wouldn’t catch a chill. She pets his hair once more, letting out a breath and feeding Stiles more water, wanting to keep him hydrated after the scene. Stiles wrapped himself around the redhead and closed his eyes once more, soaking in the praise Lydia gave out. They couldn’t stay like that for long, not with Lydia’s mother coming back later in the afternoon and Kira coming round to Stiles’ tonight after his father left. But, for now, they were content.

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When Stiles invited Kira round after his father left, he was expecting a certain amount of innocence from her. Like, perhaps she wanted to try riding Stiles. Or even taking her doggy-style, maybe a bit of spanking or playing with her nipples a bit. Something that made sense when it came to the naïve nature of the kitsune.

What the teenager didn’t expect when they went up to Stiles’ bedroom, was her to open up her bookbag and pull out a strap-on.

“Oh, wow. Not what I thought how this night was going to go, if I’m being honest.” Stiles joked as he picked up the toy. It was a fancy one too; it was built to penetrate both the giver and the receiver, with the added bonus of a vibrator in between to give each other a delightful tingle. Kira’s face was on fire as she sat on the edge of the bed. They had spoke that she wasn’t going to discuss her sex life with Scott, but Stiles couldn’t help to think that of course his brother from another mother would deny this. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to be comfortable with his ass being played with. He remembers joking one time and the wrinkle of disgust Scott gave made enough of an assumption that Scott would never have a phase of batting for the other team.

His loss.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. I just, I saw online how it was good for both parties, and I just, I think it would be fun to try out. Plus, I don’t get to be very… I’m not on top, and I want to try that, I know, you told me you don’t want to know about anything involving Scott but…” Kira blurted out as Stiles set the strap-on back on the bed by her bag. She was flustered and he knelt down in front of her, expression open as he rests a hand on her knee. She petered off with a huff. “I want to top someone, once in my life.”

“Don’t worry, this is just fine. I’m not going to say no.” He stroked his thumb over her knee and widened his smile when he set her hand on top of his. She was nervous, that was easy to tell, but he had all night, even texted the other members of the pack not to bother him tonight. No one was going to knock on the window asking for some night time attention, he was all Kira’s. “I’m actually a bit excited, never been fucked with a strap-on before.”

“Don’t worry, I brought the instruction manual!” So, that’s what they did for the better half of an hour. Figuring out the different settings of the vibration, what lube can be used with the toy – since some toys tend to be picky fuckers about what they’re slathered in – and how to click the strap-on together with the harness and fit it to Kira’s thighs and waist so the fit was tight and she was comfortable. While the toy was charging on Stiles’ desk, the two of them sat on the bed and played video games to pass the time. It was also a ploy to make Kira calm down. Even without supernatural senses, he could tell she was nervous.

It didn’t matter, he had all night. Hell, if the kitsune decided that she didn’t want to do anything tonight, Stiles’ door was always open to her.

Things were chill; Stiles was getting his ass kicked and not giving much of a fuck about it. Kira was unwinding, he could tell, from the way her shoulders weren’t up to her ears, and how she was silent in the beginning but now she was yelling at him to stop trying to shoot her while she sniped him. The kitsune was a savage when she was playing videogames.

He doesn’t really know when being murdered in video games turned into a wrestling competition, but he wasn’t going to question it when Kira was panting with effort, grinning as he finally pinned his wrists to the bed. Sitting on his stomach with an aura of glory. They caught their breath and Stiles wasn’t going to apologize about getting a boner when a pretty girl was flushed and holding him down. He was a weak man, so sue him. He paid it no mind for now, knowing that if he did, Kira would get off him and apologize which wasn’t the plan for the evening. Instead, he attempted to struggle a little more, enticing the predator in the kitsune once more until they were rolling around on the mattress once more.

“Okay, I give, I give.” Stiles finally tapped out, patting the mattress like it was a kickboxing mat. Kira had somehow gotten both his leg and arm gripped tight, keeping him from bucking her off as she sat on his hips. She grinned down at him with her cheeks pink, finally releasing her death grip on Stiles’ already aching body. After being ruined by Peter last night, and his scene with Lydia, he wasn’t really the best he could be. Yeah, that was his excuse and he was sticking to it.

He caught his breath as Kira gloated, bouncing her a little as he chuckled below her. It was Kira who initiated, something in her face changed and before Stiles knew it, she was leaning into his space. Her lips pressing against his and her hips moving to grind down against Stiles’, and well, Stiles had always said he was a weak man. Hands moving to rest on her hips and as he opened his mouth for her. She had said she wanted to be the top; wanting to control her partner for once, and Stiles was all for that. Letting her have full reign and going along with her pace with ease. He was more than used to taking it; some of the other pack members were happy to grab him and hold him down to get their rocks off. Using him like a sex toy, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t into it.

Kira was letting out little hums as she moved however she wished, pulling away from Stiles’ mouth and grabbing her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it behind her. She was wearing a sports bra and Stiles had seen her half naked a fair amount of times before, but she was getting naked because she was going to have sex with him, so. Different thought process going on. He admired the way her body moved as she rest her hand on his chest and rolled her hips onto his, giving his crotch the delicious pressure that he craved. Stiles wasn’t going to hold himself back, letting out the soft moans she was pulling from him, watching as she worked hard. Rolling her hips in circles before changing to rocking back and forth, rinse and repeat. It was hot, not going to lie, and his grip tightened on her hips from the feeling. “Jesus, Kira…”

“Do you have any condoms here? And uh, lube?” She was watching him with a tilted head, looking too innocent for someone grinding their crotches together. Stiles lifted and eyebrow in question, as if she didn’t already know he had the pack coming over to ruin his asshole almost every damn night. He nodded his head to the bedside table and she leant across to grab the items she needed. With that, she shifted and crawled off him, climbing off the bed and removed her trousers on the way there, stepping out of them while collecting the fully charged toy from his desk. It was the perfect time for him to arch his hips off the bed and do the same, practically yanking his jeans off and kicking them down his legs and off to land in a heap at the end of his bed. Fuck it, boxers too, pulling them over his ass and tossing them onto the floor too. He was ready to be fucked like, two hours ago, just needing the green light.

Kira seemed to appreciate the enthusiasm, her eyes flicking down at his cock standing to attention and blinking in surprise. Which? He wasn’t going to get into that look. That gave him so many questions and he’s not sure he wanted answering.

Instead, she collected the harness and set it on the bed before taking a breath and tugging her underwear down. Now, that part of Kira, Stiles hadn’t seen before. Her pussy wasn’t shaved; having a nice healthy bush, trimmed neatly and Stiles couldn’t look away from it. Stiles had a sudden urge of crawling over and burying his face in her thighs, he bet she tasted amazing too. Instead, Kira sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the toy, slotting it through the hole and clicking the connector shut so the dildo wouldn’t fall off. “Can you help me set the harness up?”

Stiles moved into action as the kitsune stood back up, stepping into the harness and pulling it up her legs. He grabbed the lube and slicked the attachment that was going inside her, looking up. “Do you want me to stretch you for it?”

“I kind of, already did that, before I came here.” She muttered with some shyness that Stiles wanted to coo at, but withheld and shrugged, lathering the attachment once more before holding the base for her. Keeping it stable and she slid it up more and let out a sigh as the toy sunk inside her. He could feel the heat radiating off her mound and couldn’t help but reach down to his own crotch, giving it a squeeze. He wiped his slick hand on the sheet for now as she held the harness up, grabbing the ends of it and making sure nothing would pinch Kira’s skin as he clicked it closed and grabbed the extra material, tightening it once more. “Perfect, now you?”

Kira turned around once more with a shy smile and collected the lube as Stiles shuffled back on the bed. “How you want me?”

“Oh uh, what’s easier?” She was too busy undoing the condom wrapper, tearing it and checking which side it was before rolling it down the dildo. She must not be used to positioning, and that was another thought process that Stiles wasn’t going to head down, instead sitting up and allowing her to figure it out on her own. She smiled down at the strap-on in success before glancing at Stiles, figuring out how this would work. “I guess… I should prepare you first? Unless you want to do that? Then we figure out how this is going to go?”

“Sounds good to me.” Stiles moved back to the pillows and plumped them up, making sure he was comfortable and spread his legs for her. He wasn’t shy about himself now; most of the pack had seen him naked, hard, desperate, and in embarrassing positions. There wasn’t much shame he had left. She squirted some lube on her fingers and shuffled closer, kneeling between his thighs and checking everything was alright before going right for the target.

It was easy to tell that she hadn’t fingered an asshole before. Letting out a breath as she thrusted two fingers in without much prompt, frowning in confusion when his inner muscles tightened around her. Stiles shuddered as Kira just persevered, squirting another dollop of lube on her fingers and thrusting them in. “It’s not a pussy, my ass needs some time to relax.”

Her head snapped up and before Stiles knew it, Kira was pulling her fingers out quickly, making him whine at the sudden movement. “Oh! Oh I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No, you’re good. It doesn’t hurt, but I take things up there on the regular, if it was anyone else, that might have hurt a bit.” Stiles joked, relaxing back down on the pillows. He didn’t know how it ended up being an educational sit down but Kira was listening attentively to his teachings. Showing her how to stretch an asshole properly; one finger at a time, just like a pussy. She slicked her fingers back up, learning that the more lube the better, and started over again in a more confident setting that brought Stiles to shiver from the sensation. She was slower this time, focusing on his responses with a flush on her cheeks, growing more assured with each gasp Stiles was letting out. He arched off the bed when she brushed over his prostate, still sensitive from the onslaught that Peter gave him last night, but it throbbed in a way that brought tingles up and down his body. “Fuck, yeah, yeah okay, I think I’m good now. Fuck me, god, fuck me.”

Without further ado, Kira pulled her fingers out and slicked up the dildo, making sure to hold the condom at the base as she shuffled closer. “Do we do it like this? Or…?”

“Whatever you like, I’m flexible.” Stiles sighed, hole twitching from being suddenly empty. Kira watched him for a moment before grabbing one of his legs under the crook of his knee and moving it over her hips. Tongue out with effort as she moved closer, apparently making her decision that she was going to watch his face while she fucked him. Stiles spread his legs a little more to help as she grabbed the silicone cock once more and without much prompt, pushed inside him.

It was a trial run, that was for sure. She couldn’t feel when the dildo slipped out his hole and bumped into his balls, but she knew about it when he let out a grunt of pain as his scrotum protested. Still raw from his scene with Lydia and objecting being jabbed at. She apologized, and slid in once more. There were a few false starts as Kira learned how it felt to have another appendage to handle, but after a few thrusts, she began to understand how to move her hips. Thrusting in an upward angle that gave them both pleasure as the toy moved inside her while fucking Stiles deep.

Kira had become accustomed to the movement after an amount of time Stiles wasn’t paying attention to. They would go at their own pace, they weren’t on the clock here. Felt fucking great though, she was a trooper and obviously seemed to enjoy being the one in control for once, especially when it made Stiles cry out every time she hit his sensitive prostate. He was holding onto the pillows behind him while Kira was holding under his knees, spreading him wide and panting open mouthed. “Does it feel good?”

“Fuck, uh huh, yeah.” Stiles nodded quickly, whining in pleasure when he received a hard thrust for his honesty. She was in control, taking him apart inch by inch and while it wasn’t hard or brutal that he was used to with the other pack members. It was careful but deep and his toes were curling from the feeling.

“Feels good for me too.” She panted, eyes closing as the toy rocked in the right spot inside her. Rolling her hips a little to give herself much needed pleasure that rippled through her movements and rubbed Stiles’ sensitive walls. “Do you think we could… Can you reach under and press the vibe on?”

Stiles’ mind was muddled with sensation that he forgot that the toy could vibrate but she stayed still for him as he reached between them and under her legs. Pushing the button and gasping sharply at the sudden movement. Kira wasn’t much better; her toy was right at the base of the motor, so her toy was getting stronger vibrations that made her hips buck up, resulting in Stiles arching his back with a cry of pleasure. “Oh fuck, holy shit, fuck me!”

The kitsune didn’t need more orders than that, her grip tight on his legs as she sped up her movements. Rocky but deep and the vibrations ran through Stiles’ inner walls and lighting up the nerves there. His hands were gripping the pillow once more, desperate to hold onto something as she gave jerky thrusts that moved the toy inside her and bringing forth her own pleasure. It seemed to have hit a point where she wasn’t really caring about Stiles’ needs below her, but instead chasing her own pleasure. It was still good, he wasn’t denying that, letting out needy whines and high pitch cries as his prostate was rubbed and buzzed against, but Kira was focusing on herself. That was fine, that was perfectly fine, this was about her being in control after all. “Kira, fuck – Kira…!”

“I can’t – ah, I can’t go on much longer.” Kira whined out; eyes shut tight as she was being thrusted towards her own climax. Stiles hurried to reach down and grab his own cock, tugging at it in quick succession and allowed her to buck into his ass with abandon. Urging her on with his moans and desperate pleas to keep going, don’t stop, please don’t stop, that he wants to see her cum. The kitsune’s voice was getting higher in pitch and with one thrust and the next, her climax was ripping through her. She bowed slightly over Stiles as he continued to pump his cock, hips rocking as she rode out her orgasm.

What shocked him – literally – was while she was riding the waves of her own pleasure, Stiles felt tingles in the back of his knees where her grip was tight. He didn’t realize it until his thighs were shaking that she was pulsing electric down his legs and holy fuck, wasn’t that just the hottest thing. It wasn’t forceful, wasn’t painful, but it heightened his own senses. Stiles arched his neck, turning his head to bury it into the pillow underneath him, whimpering like some kind of needy slut and played with his slit, rolling his thumb around and digging inside a little. “Fuck, oh god. This, this fucking – feels so good, ah, I – it’s so –!”

There were so many sensations ripping through his body. It was overwhelming. Pleasure as Kira thrust into him, the tip of the dildo bumping into his sweet spot and the vibrations setting it alight, the electricity coursing through his legs making the weak as a kitten. It was really fucking good, Stiles was already going to beg to do this again, because it was a sensation he’d never experienced before and he would be damned if he didn’t fight to be fucked like this again.

It was the blazing orange in Kira’s eyes as she finally opened her eyes, staring down at him with a sense of power that really did it for Stiles. Biting his bottom lip and seizing up as he came. Pumping his cock as he spurted thick cum over his stomach and splattering up his chest. He didn’t stop stroking, not until his tip was sensitive and his hips were aborting the movements and trying to get away from the feeling. The vibrations inside of him brought him to the brink of overstimulation before Kira grabbed the base of the strap-on and pulled out slowly, reaching under herself to turn the vibe off and sat back with a pleased smile.

The blaze in her eyes were gone, and she was back to being that innocent girl once more. Stiles’ asshole was twitching from being empty, but for right now he didn’t feel the need for more. His addiction thrumming under his skin but not urgent enough for him to request she fuck him to oblivion again. Instead, he panted and gave her a shaky thumbs up. “Full grades, A+, ten out of ten would do again. Holy shit, Kira. That was…”

“We’re going to do that again right?” She asked quickly, tilting her head and almost leaning towards him with eagerness.

Well, that answered that question. Stiles let out a snort as he relaxed fully into his bed once more, letting out a breath. “Dude, hell yeah we are. Anytime. Like, we can do it again right now if you want. But, yeah, definitely. Hit me up anytime, that was amazing.”

Kira tilted her head, confusion written on her expression but she seemed almost too overjoyed at the idea of going multiple rounds one after another. “Right now? Really? You want to do it again straight after?”

Well, that was another question that Stiles didn’t want to have answered. “Oh you poor summer child, fuck yes. We can go again, let’s get this ball rolling.”

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So, while it was fucking awesome that Kira was on board the sex-with-Stiles train, it made it mighty awkward for Scott. Not much of a big deal. His buddy understood that Stiles had a lot to give, and he wouldn’t deny anyone the chance to get all up on this. Still, it was his girlfriend and the idea of sharing her, even with his best friend, sometimes brought up signs of jealousy.

Like when Kira would purposely buy things just so she could try them out with Stiles. She had a box on the shelf in her room apparently, hidden goods for her to fuck around with. Different dildos of all shapes and sizes that she could attach to her strap-on, different kinds of vibrators, and training her skills of her kitsune so she could attempt electro play. Not going to lie, having her hands gripping his thighs and seeping a low intensity of lightening through Stiles’ body felt so fucking good. It always shocked the cum right out of his balls.

She was always so damn excited whenever they got to try things. It wasn’t all the time. Sometimes it would be a couple of weeks before she would shuffle up to him with her cheeks bright pink and ask when he was free.

Stiles made sure to pencil her in an appointment with his asshole.

But anyway, Scott.

He had sat down with Stiles after a month of watching Kira getting closer to his best friend, smelling him on her when she went back home. They sat down one night when Stiles was having a relatively chill night – he’d gotten drilled by Derek earlier that afternoon and Isaac was no doubt going to come in his window to sleep over later, but that’s beside the point – so they could play video games and ignore Stiles’ addiction for a short time. It was good for Stiles to enjoy being a teenager and ignore his loins for a while. Sure, it wouldn’t be very long before he had an itch, but during the reprieve, he could pretend his asshole wasn’t gaping.

Scott paused the game once Stiles won another round of Mariokart, letting out a small huff through his nose before setting the controller down on the coffee table. “So um, Kira.”

“What about her?”

“You’re… You’re having sex with her, right? I mean, I know you are, I’m not blind, but still, I need to know.” Scott kept his eyes away from Stiles but it was easy to tell this conversation was hard for him. His jaw was clenched as if holding back his feelings, always the self-sacrificing idiot.

Stiles hummed softly and leant back to relax on the sofa, watching his friend for a moment before nodding his head. “Yeah. Though, she fucks me, I don’t fuck her. I think she prefers it that way.”

It took a moment before the true alpha reached down to the table once more and took a drink of his cola. Finally turning towards Stiles with a face that she couldn’t read properly. Could be worry, could be stress, could be determination. “Can I ask that you don’t?”

“Don’t what?” It was Stiles’ turn to frown. Sure, while it was fine for the pack to pull back when it came to his addiction. He didn’t want to force anyone here, that wasn’t the point of having the pack helping him out; they wanted to get their rocks off and everyone was happy sharing Stiles. If Scott asked him not to share Kira, without the kitsune knowing that her boyfriend was attempting to put a halt on their escapades then he had another thing coming.

From the looks of it, Scott seemed to understand that he couldn’t force anyone to sway this way or that, but still wanted to try. “Please don’t fuck her, I – I don’t. I don’t think I could handle it if you do.”

“This isn’t something you should be talking to me about, dude. You should have this conversation with your girlfriend, create boundaries.” Stiles started, letting out a sigh and resting a hand on Scott’s shoulder, giving him a look that spoke of wisdom and slight disappointment. Scott’s uncertainty and self-consciousness about sex and relationships was out of this world sometimes, and Stiles wonders how Kira deals with it at times. Like yeah, this situation wasn’t the most normal, but everyone was open to sharing Stiles, not wanting to step on any of the pack’s toes with scheduling. Because, let him tell you, scheduling was a pain in the ass, literally. 

He could tell that Scott was getting that weird mood of pulling away and building walls up to get all defensive. Before he could start, Stiles was quick to squeeze the alpha’s shoulder and give him a smile. “If it makes you feel better, she uses sex toys on me. We don’t talk about you two, because that’s kinda still weird to me dude. No genital touching.”

In a weird way, it did make Scott feel better. He nodded his head and the tension in his shoulders eased somewhat, pulling Stiles into a hug. “Thanks man.”

“No worries bro, that’s what friends are for.” Stiles pat Scott’s back, and pulled back after a while. He didn’t expect Scott to suddenly lean in and cup his cheeks, pressing their lips together. It was a shock to say the least, but Stiles didn’t pull away, closing his eyes and letting his bestie get his fill. He felt a tongue lick over his bottom lip and opened his mouth for the alpha’s to invade, tasting the cola and no doubt Scott could taste the mint on his tongue.

Their hands didn’t wander anywhere and soon enough, Scott pulled away. “Just wanted to see what all the hype was about.”

“What’d you think, man?” Stiles arched an eyebrow as he picked up his controller once more.

Scott shook his head with a wrinkle of his nose, copying Stiles and grabbing his own from the coffee table. “Yeah, no thanks. Not for me, still bros?”

“Obviously, dude. Rainbow road?” And that was that, no sexy times between Scott and Stiles, too weird.

Isaac did indeed come through the window that night though, after Scott left. They made gentle love until early in the morning that sated everything in Stiles’ bones, cuddling up with him afterwards and sleeping until their alarms went off for school. Isaac didn’t need to disappear when they woke up since his dad was on shift, so Isaac was able to have some breakfast and was driven to school by Stiles.

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They were nearing the end of the semester, only a couple of weeks left until they could take a well-deserved break over Christmas and prepare themselves for the final year of high school. They were all thinking about their futures, what they wanted to do after the mayhem was over.

This came as a benefit and downfall for Stiles’ addiction.

On the plus side; school was out, it gave the pack the chance to get all up on Stiles without the worry about focusing on their studies. They could get at the teenager around the clock, hell, he could take in a well-deserved nap and they could climb in his window to take what they wanted from him. That was fine, he consented to being fucked or letting them used his mouth while he slept. On the other hand, it was possible that the pack would be spending time with their families, or away from Stiles. This meant instead of getting that itch scratched multiple times a day, it would be limited. Sure, the pack wasn’t known for having much family, but it was still a reasonable amount in the group. This didn’t bode well for his need to be used. 

Another thing about the holidays; his dad would be around more often during this time of the year. No doubt in his mind the sheriff would want to spend his holiday with his son. So, Stiles would be smiling and playing up to his dad that he wasn’t getting fucked six ways to Sunday, while his skin would be on fire.

So, during these last couple weeks at school, all of this was running through Stiles’ mind.

Everyone was a lot more relaxed which was good. Scott needed to retake an exam, but other than that, they were pretty much finished. The rest of the semester was about preparing themselves for what came next, though none of the pack cared about that shit yet. Aside from Lydia, but she had already planned out her future, where to go, what to study, how to get into the top places so she could rise to getting the career she craved.

The rest spent this time to sit back, enjoy being around each other and mulling around lazily until the final bell for the year rang.

Erica kept Stiles busy at school, constantly getting him turned on in class, only to drag him to the nearest closet, bathroom, or even the locker rooms. He was either on his knees and Erica’s pussy in his face, her claws digging into his scalp while she got off. Or, he was fucking the shewolf. One of her legs lifted over his hip to keep him close while Stiles went to town on her, knowing Erica could take it. They fucked in coach’s office once, keeping it quick and dirty so they wouldn’t get caught, not knowing when Finstock would return.

Boyd was beginning to take advantage of the limited stresses of the school too. Obviously being turned on by Erica sending him pictures or describing what Stiles was doing during the breaks between classes. He would often send Stiles a question mark in his texts, a known beacon for Stiles to know that the beta was horny and wanting to have his cock serviced too. They usually waited until lunchtime or at the end of the day when there weren’t that many students around. Tucked into the corner of the library on his knees while Boyd fucked his face with his giant dick, not caring in the slightest that his shirt would be ruined by spit and drool and cum. Or, that one memorable occasion when Stiles was fucked by Boyd in the showers, ass spread gaping with four of the beta’s fingers. Hands gaining stability on the tiled walls and yelling in pleasure while Boyd hammered into his hips, forcing him open on that thick cock and filling him to the brim with cum. Not going to lie, it was often used as jerk off material.

Jackson used Stiles too, though he wasn’t as common about it. He never used Stiles’ ass, only grabbing the teenager’s face and sticking his cock inside. He kept the bravado that he wasn’t gay, didn’t like guys in any particular way, that he was only doing it because Stiles was the pack bitch. It’d be a waste to refuse a willing cock sucker. Jackson made sure that no one was around when he wanted to use Stiles, pulling him into the bathroom and checking all the doors before forcing Stiles to his knees on the toilet floor. Stiles always went willingly, knowing by now what got Jackson off the most was being a sloppy bitch. He would often have his head grabbed and yanked, forced to gag and choke on Jackson’s cock with spit dribbling down his chin and giving him heart eyes as he was called every name under the sun. Whore, bitch, slut, they were just normal for Jackson to use, but he got creative every now and again.

Now, there was a random thing that Stiles didn’t know about Jackson, and it was only done a couple of times. Hell, he didn’t know if Jackson was going to own up to it either, but he wasn’t going to deny him the chance to do what he wanted. When Jackson had finished humping Stiles’ face, holding him firmly against the teenager’s hips before letting out a drawn-out moan. Stiles’ eyes widened in shock when he felt an explosion of bitter warmth flooding his mouth, and attempted to pull away. Jackson simply shifted so Stiles’ head was trapped between the wall and the teenager’s crotch, unable to move and just had to take it. So, he did. Swallowing it all as Jackson continued to throw dirty talk down at him.

Yep, being forced to swallow Jackson’s piss, and being called a toilet sissy. Who knew the depths of Jackson’s kinks? Stiles sure didn’t. Still, he allowed it, but mentioned to him that if he wanted to do that shit then he needed to provide mints or gum afterwards.

Isaac wasn’t like that, wasn’t like any of them. He preferred being cute and gentle and love-dovey. It was pretty hard not to swoon about it. Isaac didn’t do anything at school besides maybe lean into Stiles more and nuzzle, snuggle, or scent mark the teenager’s neck. But, when Stiles got home, Isaac had usually sent a message if he could spend the night, to which Stiles normally responds with an affirmative. He got to be covered during the day with the rest of the pack – minus a few – then spent the night with Isaac, waking up in the morning and driving the beta to school.

Derek obviously wasn’t around when they were at school, but afterwards, Stiles made sure to give his alpha much needed love. He was the first to break Stiles in to be shared by the pack after all. Plus, he fucked like a damned pro. Stretching his mouth out on Derek’s cock and learning how to relax his jaw so the wolf could knot his mouth. Being thrown around the loft and pummelled in every position known to man by Derek, and loving every fucking second of it. Especially when Derek did that magic werewolf mojo on him to leech the ache from his hips.

Lydia still got her Fridays. She still focused her time and energy on studying and preparing for the future, plus she wasn’t really the type of lady to use the school for her sexual escapades. So, instead Stiles made sure to free up the afternoon and tentatively the evening of Friday for Lydia to do whatever she wanted with him. He would be beaten, flogged, his balls spanked and pinched and everything else under the sun until he was a crying mess. He would eat Lydia’s pussy like he was starving, sometimes she was simply sat on his face while she stepped on his cock and ground her heel down until he couldn’t help but beg to cum.

Scott and Kira must have spoken about their boundaries and communicated properly as a couple. When Kira shuffled up to him again, she had laid down the law. Stiles wouldn’t fuck her, but he would eat her out if they wanted to. Obviously anal was on the table, since Kira had apparently told Scott that she quite liked shoving dildos up buttholes, and that must have turned the alpha off. So, Stiles still got annihilated by Kira’s monstrous, but fucking awesome sex toys. She was happier too, Stiles thinks, now that she doesn’t have to feel guilty and hide why she was going to Stiles in the first place.

Also, Scott gave Stiles a suction cup dildo. Possibly as an apology for having his head stuck up his ass, or maybe he thought it would be used with Kira, Stiles doesn’t fully know. What he does know; that dildo got stuck to his bathroom tiles and bounced on for a good hour while he showered.

Now, while all this was pretty damn good, since Stiles could do all the things. He still was very confused by Peter.

The pack were giving him all the pleasure left, right, and centre. But when they were having their pack meetings – usually leading to Stiles being fucked or going down on someone upstairs – Peter wasn’t putting his hat into the ring. It was strange, since the last time they did anything was when the exams finished and he mentioned that Stiles could ask for him whenever he wanted. But the beta hasn’t given the inkling that he was interested. Instead, Peter had been sitting laid back on the chairs and most of the time was on his phone.

It was mighty confusing.

When Stiles finally had enough of the silent treatment, it was the last week of the year.

He’d had his back blown out by practically everyone in the pack by this point. Peter was the type at the moment to tease Stiles and drive him wild so he’d feel compelled to go to another pack member to be relieved. Either that, or he would have followed Stiles home from a meeting in the loft and they’d have this weird but also awesome thing between them. They’d be in their own little world and then by morning the spell was broken and Peter was the same as he always was.

Like, offering to give Stiles massages to ease the ache in his lower back, or over his neck and jaw as it kept being over worked. Or, fingering the teenager’s hole as he cried for more. Sleeping together and waking up all cuddled up. It was cute as fuck, and Stiles wanted more of whatever the hell it was between them.

It’s happened enough times now that Stiles felt comfortable to say that Peter couldn’t pretend it was a slip up, or that it was a one-time thing. He waited until they had left another pack meeting, when they were both in the elevator together. “So, you’ve not come through my window in a while.”

“I’m letting you have your fun.” Peter simply stated, looking up from his phone with a smirk. Stiles knew enough about the beta now to know that wasn’t genuine, that it was a type of protective tactic for Peter.

He narrowed his eyes and let out a little huff. It wasn’t fair that Peter could bring out these random feelings without getting any rewards from all this confusion. “Well, I want to have fun with you too. It was good with you, although you didn’t get to fuck me, or let me get my mouth on you. Unfair, I want to return the favour.”

“Oh, my boy.” There was a shift of mood in the elevator and before long, Stiles felt his back being pressed against the wall. Peter’s thigh sliding between the teenager’s and their faces a couple inches apart, just enough for Stiles to lean in and kiss him should he want to. The beta’s hand was on Stiles’ cheek, petting along the soft skin there as he spoke, low and heated that pulled at Stiles’ gut. “You’ll get your wish soon enough.”

“When?” Stiles peeped out.

“Patience.” Peter grins and breaching the gap between them, pushing Stiles fully against the wall and breathing in the scent of desperation under the skin. Ignoring the other scents of the pack as he licked into Stiles’ mouth, taking full control of the kiss and plundering until the teenager’s thighs were trembling and the elevator doors opening. Peter pulled back after one more filthy lick, taking a step out into the parking lot. “I’m quite possessive, once I fill you with my cum, lay claim on your sweet little hole, I’m going to want assurances.”

Without even describing what the hell he was talking about and leaving everything up to interpretation, Peter strode out into the parking lot and to his car. What a frustrating man.

The entire ride home for Stiles was filled with an energizing amount of arousal. It helped that the pack ploughed his ass like a fertile crop garden, but there was always something different when it came to Peter. He was just an enigma for Stiles.

So what if Stiles sat on his dildo until his thighs were on fire? No one else saw him that night, he could do what he liked.

Assurances. Peter wanted assurances if he was to fuck Stiles. Whatever that meant, Stiles didn’t fully understand.

Maybe Peter wanted to enter some kind of Dominant/submissive situation with him. Or Master/slave, where Stiles had to ask permission before he was allowed to have sex with anyone else. That would lead to a whole bunch of issues for him, mostly because he liked the flexibility right now. It was doing excellent for his addiction, feeding it just enough that it wasn’t ruining his life. It was also bringing the pack together as a whole, since they now all had something in common – aside from Scott that is, but they both understood why he wasn’t game for sexy times. But, if Peter wanted that control then Stiles would just say no to the whole thing.

Now, if Peter wanted something a little more permanent when it came to his assurance, like a relationship, then Stiles was willing to hear him out. For instance, dating the beta and doing all the cute things that he doesn’t usually do with the other pack members – apart from Isaac – would be interesting. He liked the idea of having a boyfriend as well as fucking the pack. If Peter didn’t want to have Stiles acting like a whore for the pack, then there would need to be some serious communication on that front.

Peter was a smart man, he must have understood by now that Stiles needed a lot of stimulation to overcome his addiction so it wouldn’t overwhelm him. One man wouldn’t be able to satisfy him. Peter was welcome to try it though.

Perhaps Peter wanted an assurance that one piece of Stiles would remain his. Like how some sex workers wouldn’t kiss their clients but do everything else on the menu. That sounded simple enough, and kept a special something that would be just theirs. Stiles kind of like that honestly. Kissing might not be the best thing on that aspect because Isaac loved being all cute and making out with him while they were rolling around in the sheets. But, something else, Stiles was game for.

Or, separately, Peter might just want to have something of security if he was going to give a piece of himself to Stiles. Like, a secret. Maybe Peter was a bottom and wanted Stiles to keep that a secret from the pack? Maybe Peter had some hidden kinks that he wished to remain hidden? Stiles could do that, he was great at keeping sexual situations secret. It added an extra layer of arousal for him.

Hell, it could just be a tactic to make Stiles think about nothing but Peter. If so, it worked, so fair play Peter, well done.

Stiles thought about it while getting his back blown out by Derek.

Stiles contemplated Peter’s words while cuddled with Isaac at night.

Stiles ruminated about assurances while getting his cock stepped on by Lydia’s heels.

He thought about Peter while Boyd and Erica shared their bed with him, balls deep in the shewolf while Boyd hammered him hard.

Stiles created ideas of what Peter would do to him while getting his mouth stuffed by Jackson.

Stiles was pretty much over thinking about Peter as his thighs were shocked from Kira’s magical kitsune fingers.

By the time the pack had ran a train on him, pretty much everything was about Peter. It was putting him in a bit of a rut, even when he was rutting with his friends. It just wasn’t fair, Stiles just wanted to have great sex and let his addiction be fed by those who were willing to invest to the cause. There was nothing more frustrating than having a satisfied body but a busy mind. So, when the school year ended – and of course after the pack celebrated by using Stiles’ holes and cock – Stiles made the decision to corner Peter to finally get answers.

Funnily enough, Stiles was able to capture Peter in a supermarket.

Stiles didn’t have much of a plan honestly; he was there getting groceries since his dad was complaining that the wolves were eating them out of house and home. His cart was packed with healthy meals, and obviously some snacks that he was going to squirrel away from his father. When he rounded the bread aisle and recognised someone standing near the pita bread. Stiles didn’t have much of a speech, but he wasn’t one to run away from fate, so he strode down the aisle and noticed when Peter could smell him. Lifting his head up from reading a label and turning his head to find Stiles approaching him.

He was dressed far too fancy for a supermarket; who wears cashmere when shopping for fruit and veg? Peter set the pita bread in his basket and hauled it back up to the crook of his arm once more, before raising his eyebrow at the teenager. “For what do I owe this pleasure, Stiles?”

“I didn’t capture you for a pita bread and hummus kind of guy.” Stiles spoke, halting his cart when he was close enough, collecting the tried-and-true bread he always got. It was cheap, and neither of the Stilinski’s cared much about what kind of wheat went into their sandwiches.

Peter simply shrugged and continued to smirk. He must have been able to smell the sudden onset of nerves leeching out of Stiles’ pores. He didn’t say anything else, just waiting for Stiles to speak his mind. It took a moment, but Stiles finally found his voice once more, playing it off slightly. “Much as it’s great talking about produce, do you want to fuck me, or not?”

Let it be known that Stiles was never known for his tact.

They weren’t in the best place for this type of conversation but Stiles had been trying to find this fucker for a good while, and the beta always seemed to evade him every chance he got. Like playing cat and mouse games with him. Or, wolf and scrawny human? Anyway.

Peter didn’t seem to shy away from the question at least, so that was something. Instead, he shook the basket off his arm and set it down on the floor, turning fully to Stiles. “You already know that answer, I would love nothing more. But you know my price.”

“Yeah, yeah, assurances.” Stiles waved his hand with a sigh before leaning on the handles of his cart. Letting out a heavy breath and reaching out to ruffle his fingers in his hair, making it more of a birds nest than it already was. “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around that. What does that even mean? Assurances. A promise for what? Loyalty? Total subservience? Do I have to move in with you? What does assurances mean to you?”

There was a moment with a customer wheeling their groceries past, stunting their conversation into silence until they were alone once more in the aisle. Again, this wasn’t the best place for this conversation, but Stiles wasn’t going anywhere. From the look in Peter’s eyes, neither was he.

The beta took a good while to speak, almost driving Stiles to the point where he wanted to just fist that cashmere in both hands and shake him to answers.

Finally, fucking finally, Peter began to speak. Reaching down into Stiles’ cart for something to do with his hands. Occasionally lifting an item up and having a gander at the ingredients before putting them back. “I’m a simple man, Stiles. When I want something, I take it.”

He let out a scoff, about to say something but the look in Peter’s eyes halted the words in his throat. “That being said, I am also a man that likes to be teased. I like dragging things out for more enjoyment. I like being made to wait sometimes. You, Stiles, are something I want, but I know being made to wait until I take will taste so much sweeter.”

“You don’t need to wait though. I’m right here, and I’m asking you to fuck me.” Stiles frowned in confusion, which only served to make Peter’s smirk grow. Fuck this guy, seriously. So very frustrating.

Then again, Peter said he wanted Stiles. That brought up another set of questions in his head; did he want to have Stiles singularly? It would be difficult, that was for sure. He liked the set up that he’d made with the pack, and his addiction would be driven wild, almost out of control if he was relying on one person to keep that drive at bay. Then again, that might be something Peter thrived off; Stiles being desperate for him, always, anytime. While that was great imagery to jerk off to later, it wasn’t going to work in reality.

The beta saved Stiles from spiralling into another mess, clearing his throat and stepping closer. Enough that he could cup Stiles’ cheek and brush his thumb over his bottom lip, the teenager’s mouth parting automatically. Peter’s eyes shone with something predatory again, and Stiles, unable to help himself, could already feel his cock thicken up from the sight. “I want you and me to become us. You can play with whoever you want, they can satisfy that itch you have, they can fill you up whenever you please.”

Stiles let out a shaky breath as Peter leant in more, until their faces were mere inches from each other once more. It was bringing up memories of their elevator escapades that would leave Stiles aching and hard. When he spoke, his voice was low, sultry, something out of Stiles’ wank bank. “But, at the end of the day, you come back to me. You’ll let me take care of you, because I’m the only one who can really sate you.”

“Peter…” He whined, eyes closing briefly when Peter’s thumb finally slot between his lips. He suckled on the appendage, tongue licking around it and tasting salty skin.

“Of course…” Peter countered, removing his hand from Stiles and stepping away to a safer distance. He was a little shit, he knew it too, the bastard. That wasn’t helpful. It made him feel the need to get into the beta’s space again, slot their mouths together and not care about the viewing eyes of the supermarket customers. Tilting his head innocently while continuing to give Stiles that wolfish grin. “If you don’t want that, then I’m happy to just admire from afar. I won’t touch you again.”

Well, that was more than less than unhelpful.

It was a stupid ultimatum. If Stiles says yes to Peter, then it would shift the dynamic between him and the pack, maybe for the better, maybe for the worse, he didn’t know yet. But, if he said no, then he’d lose Peter forever. Well, maybe not forever, but until one of then decides fuck it and jumps each other.

What a frustrating situation to have in front of the pita bread section.

“Why can’t we just fuck and then I decide?” Stiles tried, giving his best puppy-dog eyes to Peter who wasn’t buying any of it. It was a fair question; he didn’t know if Peter was terrible in bed. He would have gone through all that trouble for a two-pump chump. Though, from that one time he was finger fucked to oblivion by Peter was anything to go by, maybe Peter was holding back his sex-god charms, holding out on Stiles. It seemed to be all or nothing with this one.

At least Peter didn’t want him to decide now, after he had all the facts. He simply held his hand out for Stiles’ phone and then typed his address in it, raising his eyebrow and he gave it back. “I’ll be home all night if you decide to swing by with your choice. Don’t give my address out to the pack, I rather enjoy not having my nephew know where I spend my time.”

With that, he bid Stiles a good day and continued with his shopping, leaving Stiles standing in the bread section like a lemming. He paced around the supermarket with his mind no longer working, far too focused on what Peter had said. It was kind of cute that he trusted Stiles enough to give him his home address, knowing that the teenager wouldn’t give it out. Also, it made his heart ache how Peter thought he was special enough to actually know where he lived. He knew Peter was a secretive man; liked his privacy and acting all mysterious, and involving Stiles in that must have had a deeper meaning than simple convenience. Sure, he had Peter’s number, but this was different.

He returned home with more shit than he needed, not really remembering when he picked up ice pops. His mind really was elsewhere; he hadn’t enjoyed an ice pop since he was a kid, why the fuck would he shove that in his cart. Well, he had ice pops now, and Peter’s address. An open invitation to go to his apartment tonight too, probably to get his hole thoroughly gaped by that thick cock.

Well, he didn’t know what Peter’s dick looked like, but he imagined it was thick like a soda can, it fit the picture with his thick neck and muscled arms. He noticed it when he was being fingered and Peter remained in his jeans, the denim was tenting big time.

God, just the thought of what Peter could do to him, his own crotch was filling up. He hurried to pack away the groceries before running up to his room and promptly jumping on his dildo. Thank god Scott seemed to know he liked them long and wide enough to burn a little on the stretch. How he knew? He left that up in the air, not wanting to know.

Stiles fucked himself with that fake dick for what felt like hours, letting his fantasies totally override his brain until it was nothing but sex. Was that healthy? Probably not, but he didn’t have to worry about studying, and he didn’t have to worry about any appointments of scheduling with the pack. Everyone was too busy recovering from the end of the year exams, and general school antics. It gave Stiles free reign to thoroughly open his ass wide and batter his prostate until he saw stars, biting the pillow so he wouldn’t scream out for Peter.

It might have been a no brainer to just say yes and have Peter utterly destroy him. It was the easy choice. He’d get sex with Peter daily, he’d get his addictions satiated whenever he wanted, he’d wouldn’t have another of those flare ups when the pack weren’t going enough for him. Peter seemed to have the stamina for it, and the patience of a saint. Stiles knew Peter always had a soft spot for him, even the beta had mentioned it before openly.

Then there were some other things about the beta that Stiles was soft on, like how he would come over sometimes when Stiles was about to go out and get fucked. How he would sit on the teenager’s bed and suggest giving him a massage. Those couple of nights when Peter slept over after a full night and seeing him all gentle with a lack of frown on his brow, the parts that no one else gets to see. A small part – okay, a reasonably large part of him – wanted to know more about that side of Peter. The bits that he keeps hidden from everyone because he had an image of a creeper wolf to uphold, the one that sent fear because he could be unpredictable. If word got out that he was a softie, he would be inclined to help out when the pack asked for it, how unfortunate.

But, saying yes also gave Peter more control of the sexual dynamic than Stiles was a hundred percent comfortable with. Sure, he said Stiles could fuck around like normal. But it was suggested that they would never be enough for him, that he’d always need another fix, and Peter was it. Quite big headed if he didn’t say so himself. Stiles could regulate his addiction a fair amount, enough that he could get through the day just fine. Sometimes. Occasionally. If he had to jerk off until he passed out, that was fine. He totally had it all under control. Totally.

The sky was creeping into darkness when Stiles made his mind up, pulling on some sweatpants and grabbing his keys. His dad was in, calling out why Stiles was going out at this time of night and was it supernaturally related. Stiles simply called out over his shoulder that no, there wasn’t a Big Bad, just an impromptu pack meet up.

He drove over to Peter’s apartment; a nice part of town without much noise, Stiles didn’t come around here very often, probably why Peter chose it. Less of a chance that he would bump into anyone he knew. His ass was throbbing from being used so much earlier, but he made sure to shower thoroughly so Peter wouldn’t get hit with a wall of spunk and sweat when second Stiles walked through the door. He didn’t know why he was so damned nervous, pulling into park and wiping his clammy hands on his pants. It was just Peter; he’s seen everything under the sun.

Stiles didn’t even need to knock, the beta opening the door for him. “Good evening, Stiles.”

“Well, someone’s presumptuous. How’d you know I was going to be coming?”

Peter simply rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his – bulky, muscled, highly sexualized – chest. “I could hear that heap of junk trundling down the road from a mile away.”

“Excuse you, my baby is perfect in every way.” Stiles slid past Peter and took a look around, forever the nosy one.

The apartment entirely encapsulated Peter to a tee. Expensive kitchen with clear counters that he could host a cooking show with. The living room was also expensive looking; the sofa was plush and looked like it would swallow him up, with cute cushions on it, a circular coffee table with a mug of something steaming on it. The television mounted on the wall, flat screen because of course, this was Peter. The living room wasn’t that big but it made sense since it opened a window to the balcony, though what kind of view Peter would get in Beacon Hills was another thing entirely. Stiles guessed that the bedroom would be vast and also expensive. All in all, Peter’s apartment appeared like something out of a magazine.

“You want a drink?” Peter questioned as he strode into the kitchen to open up the fridge, pulling out a soda when Stiles voiced his wants. They made it back to the living room and Stiles was correct in his assumption that the sofa would be plush, slumping into it with a sigh as it swallowed him up delightfully.

Peter took his seat again and picked his mug up, taking a sip but not taking his eyes off Stiles. It was a little off putting. Not because it was Peter, but because the beta’s eyes said so many things that Stiles felt pinned down, unable to look away himself.

Instead of saying anything, Stiles simply kept nipping away at his cola until Peter took the message that he needed to work up to it. Moving away to pick up the remote and start the episode of some true crime that was paused, because of course Peter would be watching a true crime. “Taking notes?”

“Mm, it’s sometimes good to be educated.” Peter replied.

They sat and watched the entire episode, with Stiles making statements every now and again. He was slowly relaxing, acting more like himself when the credits rolled and the option for another episode came up. Peter clicked yes, but paused and got up, heading into the kitchen once again. It gave Stiles enough of a breather, knowing he could hear everything but actually seeing Peter kept making him bite his tongue. So, closing his eyes, Stiles cleared his throat a little and finally spoke. “Um, about the whole, decision by midnight thing –.”

“There wasn’t a time limit.”

“Yeah shush, would you? I’m saying yes. To the whole, you know, everything about this. But um, I just wanted to say that, I know things are going to change a little, as to be expected with someone else in this situation.” Stiles waved his hand and took another gulp of his soda so he could get his thoughts in line, Peter coming out of the kitchen with a bag of crisps. “Uh, I just wanted to say that I don’t know what you want, entirely, aside from the whole like, wanting me. Does this make any sense?”

“Partially.” He sat back down, setting the packet on the coffee table to focus his attention to Stiles. Taking a moment to look at the teenager, how he was fiddling on with the tab on the can, stinking to high heavens of nerves. He decided to put him out of his misery. “I want you to be comfortable, for the most part. I don’t care about you spending time with the pack, do what you want.”

“But… You said –.”

“I’m still talking.” Peter lifted his finger up and Stiles bit his lip. A waft of arousal picking up around the teenager was interesting. It wasn’t the first time he smelled it, nor will it be the last, but knowing he was into taking orders or him using a commanding voice was good to know. “What I want, is you. If you haven’t planned anything with the others, and you’re feeling like a needy little thing, I want me to be the one you think of. I want you to call for me, for you to come over here and ask me to make you feel good. Even when I’m not here, you can come over and play with yourself until you make a mess of yourself on my sheets.”

Leaning back on the sofa, Peter clicked his fingers and beckoned Stiles over. The teenager practically vaulting over the cushions to get on the beta’s lap. Thank god for the last minute decision to put his soda down before it was tossed to the side and made a mess. Stiles fit perfectly on his lap, thick leg muscles holding him up with ease as Peter cupped Stiles’ cheeks. “I want you to think of me when you cum. I want you screaming my name as I fuck you. I want everything you can give me, sweet boy.”

Stiles bit his lip harder, only to gasp when Peter’s thumb came back into the mix and brushed against his bottom lip again, forcing it open to slot inside. He was more forceful in private, making him hot under the collar. Fuck, he thinks he made the right choice here, Peter was a dominating sex god, he just knew it. “What I really want from you, Stiles, is to be a filthy little bitch for me. No judgement, no hesitation, and no acting all shy on me. I can take everything you give me.”

“Fuck me? Fuck me, please, my god this is… I didn’t think it was going to be like this. I thought –.” Stiles stopped himself from making an idiot of himself, speaking around Peter’s thumb as the beta hooked it on his cheek and stretched his mouth open wider. His hips were working unconsciously, grinding down and feeling the growing hardness underneath his ass, already beginning to drive him mad. Peter’s cock was so close, he could almost taste it. If he could just reach down enough to undo Peter’s zipper, if he could just tug his sweatpants past his ass, they would be slot together perfectly. He rests his hands on Peter’s chest and felt the pecs, kneading them a little and getting distracted but thankfully Peter was there to bring him back. Well, not entirely.

Instead of continuing the conversation, Peter seemed to have had enough too. Wrapping his arms around Stiles’ waist and hauling them up from the sofa, not letting go as he carried the teenager through to the bedroom. Stiles was correct when he looked around the room briefly, this was also like an exhibit in a magazine. Giant bed that felt like a supportive cloud when he was laid down on it – memory foam folks, it will change your life – and when the teenager moved his arms, he couldn’t help but groan at how soft the sheets were, had to be thousands of thread counts on this. Plus, a full-length mirror opposite the bed that would most definitely come in handy. A walk-in wardrobe for fucks sake, this was insane.

“You definitely know how to woo someone.” Stiles muttered as his eyes kept looking around. Peter simply grunted in agreement before climbing up on the bed with him. “I could pass out on this right now. So soft.”

“You better not think of sleeping, sweet boy. I have plans for you.” Stiles was bracketed by Peter’s thick forearms as the beta leant down, his nose brushing Stiles’ cheek and breathing in. He could smell that his boy showered before he arrived, but there was no mistaking the underlying scent of cum and the obvious note of arousal wafting from him. He must have been stripping his cock for hours before coming over, though he didn’t smell anyone on him today. Peter liked to think Stiles hadn’t fucked anyone else today simply in preparation for being with him.

Stiles spluttered when he felt the wolf’s teeth on his jaw, nibbling the skin there. “Yeah, no, no definitely not sleeping. Fucking, we’re fucking. Yep.”

Not wanting to be a pillow princess, Stiles lifted his arms up, running them under Peter’s shirt. Finally having him after waiting for fucking long for this man to stop teasing him. There was no chance of the beta running away now, no more leaving Stiles high and dry. Well, hard and wet was more accurate.

“Holy shit you have a lot of muscle. Like, I knew that, of course I knew that, but holy shit, Peter.” Stiles breathed out as he ran his fingers up Peter’s stomach, feeling the hardness of muscle rippling as the wolf moved above him. He couldn’t be more turned on. Alongside knowing that Peter advocating him to have the freedom to do whatever he wanted, say whatever he wanted, act however he wanted.

There was a sense of need rumbling under his skin, that Peter wasn’t going to judge him for having a few kinks that the other pack members might shy away from. “Is it wrong of me to want to be entirely pinned down by you? Because, dude, I could cum just from that right about now.”

“You want that baby?” Peter’s lips moved from his jaw, straddling Stiles’ waist and grabbing the ends of the teenager’s shirt, not even waiting for Stiles to be ready before it was yanked over his head. While he was there, Peter tugged his own shirt over his head and tossed them both behind him. Now that they were gone, Peter was able to grab the teenager’s wrists and pin them above his head, leaning down once more until their faces were a few inches away. “I could hold you down easily, you’d never be able to break free. I’d fuck you until I’m done, and no matter how much you struggle, I’m not going to stop.”

“Oh fuck –.” Goosebumps rose on his flesh, his hips bucking up at the imagery Peter gave him. Being forced to take everything, pinned down and fucked within an inch of his life by the wolf. “Please? Please, oh god, that’s so hot.”

“I know what you like, you just have to thank me, hm?” Within one moment and the next, Stiles was flipped onto his stomach and his jeans ripped away from him, leaving him in his underwear and shaking with anticipation.

He was still a cheeky little shit though, lifting his hips up while Peter knelt behind him. It seemed the beta predicted that would happen, Stiles unable to hold back the moan when a hand landed on his ass with a heavy thwack. “Lay still, needy bitch.”

A second spank was laid down on the other side, just to be symmetrical. Stiles didn’t mind in the slightest, panting softly with his cock already thickened up and leaking into his boxers. The slight pain rippling through his body and leaving happy little tingles in their wake. Peter could obviously tell what being hit was doing to him, bringing both of his hands down on each cheek and giving Stiles paw prints that made the teenager arch up with a loud gasp.

They kind of got carried away having fun without getting to the main event, but that was just fine. It wasn’t just about arriving at the destination; it was about the journey and how much fun you had along the way.

So what if Stiles ended up naked with his ass and thighs pink with Peter’s handprints on them? At least his underwear was off now. Neither of them minded that Stiles was looking like a goddamn mess; hair chaotic from it being tugged and pulled. His neck, shoulders, and chest were muddled with hickeys as if Peter was laying claim to the boy in his bed.

Peter wasn’t the perfect picture of nonchalance like his usual self either. His face was flushed and if he didn’t have his healing abilities, he would have markings down his back from the number of times Stiles couldn’t help but drag his nails across the skin there. Who cared about how long it took for Peter to get the lube – an expensive brand, of course – and slick up his fingers.

By that point, Stiles was going insane. Everything felt good, maybe it was the eagerness of what Peter was going to do next, or maybe it was the victory that he was doing something with Peter after all this time. He was face down and ass up in the air, cheeks heated and almost drooling with need. “Please, fuck me, stick your fingers in my hole already. Stir me up for your cock.”

“Such a good boy for me, Stiles.” Peter praised, making sure he had enough lube before forcing a hand down on Stiles’ lower back, shoving him into the mattress. Without further ado, he pushed a finger inside the teenager’s hole, letting out an interested hum. “You’re so soft and loose back here, you must have been playing with yourself for quite a while.”

“Uh huh, spent hours on my dildo.” Stiles whines when Peter forgoes being gentle with just one finger, easily slipping in a second and curling his fingers.

He tried to stay still, he really did, and thanked Peter’s strength for keeping him pinned to the bed because otherwise he would have been bucking back on the beta’s hand by now. Instead, Stiles curled his fists into the sheets and held on for dear life. Resting his cheek on the bed and just enjoying the feeling of being spread out, not a lick of embarrassment of the slick noises coming from his hole. “Kept thinking of your cock, oh fuck – Right there, there –!”

Peter dug his knuckles against Stiles’ sweet spot, making the teenager howl in pleasure, squeezing his eyes tight. It was easy to keep the boy pressed down to the bed with one hand, unable to take his eyes away from where his fingers are pressed deep inside. His hole sucking his fingers in more, desperate for it. Stiles was perfect; everything he was expecting and more.

He knew he was going to cum, there was no doubt about it. The more Peter ground his fingers against his sweet spot, the more Stiles was dragged closer to the edge. He knew he could cum multiple times – which was amazing in and of itself – so he didn’t want to stop and hold back. It was up to Peter to decide whether he would be going over said edge or not.

Apparently, Peter thought that yes, yes he was.

“Come on, want to watch you make a mess of yourself.” The wolf urged and slid a third finger inside. Focusing on forcing that orgasm out of him. Stiles was grinding into the sheets below, giving delicious friction to this untouched cock and whining from the stimulation but Peter wasn’t going to let up. Pushing him closer and closer still. “Squirt your pretty little cock for me, you look so gorgeous.”

“Mm fuck. So fucking deep, harder, more, please more!” He just needed a little something extra. Just a touch, a lick, something.

The sudden bite on his ass was a surprise, teeth sinking into the meat just shy of too harsh but it was more than enough for Stiles to be promptly thrown into climax. Crying out loudly as his cock spurting into the bedding below. His legs shook from the pleasure rippling through his body, fuck, it was so damn good.

“Oh god, oh fuck…” Stiles collapsed fully as Peter pulled his fingers out, kissing the mark on his ass as if apologizing. The weight of his hand was removed as well, giving the teenager enough room to roll over away from the wet spot and promptly flop an arm over his forehead. “Holy shit that was great.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself…” Peter murmured, looking down and admiring the state Stiles was in. He did that, he made this boy into a mess. But it wasn’t over yet. So, the beta decided Stiles had relaxed enough, time to get to the main event. Grabbing the teenager’s legs and throwing them over his shoulders while shimmying closer. His cock standing to attention and it was time Peter was rewarded for his patience. “Now it’s my turn.”

“God yes, fuck me up.” Stiles bit his lip as he moved his arm away from his face to look up at Peter, because, jesus, what a sight this man was.

With the lube – still expensive, seriously, how much did this cost? – grabbed and coated on Peter’s cock, all that was left was pushing inside. But of course, he wouldn’t just do things normally, that wasn’t as fun.

Instead, Peter leant over Stiles, folding the teenager like a lawn chair and beginning to smirk. Using his dry hand to grab his boy by the throat while his slick one grabbed the base of his cock and promptly thrust all the way inside. Stiles’ mouth opening in a perfect ‘O’ as he stared up at those eyes now blazing bright, his gasp caught in his throat. Instead, out came a warbling whimper. “That’s it sweetheart, you just keep looking all dumb and pretty for me.”

Stiles was unable to do anything but take it, not in this position. That was probably Peter’s whole idea; making sure that he wouldn’t be able to move around while the beta worked his sexual magic. His body thrummed with arousal and the slight prickle of fear from having pressure on his windpipe; not enough to take his breath away. Just more than enough for him to notice that Peter was holding back. He stared up at Peter with his mouth open, most likely looking like a goddamned wreck but that only seemed to fuel the wolf to move.

He was definitely right too, now that he could feel Peter’s cock filling him up. Once the wolf’s hips were pressed against his ass, could Stiles lick his lips with a deep groan. God, he was so thick. Fucking massive soda can, stretching out his hole. Sure, he wasn’t as long as some of the other pack members, but that was just fine, Stiles enjoyed feeling his hole gaping around a girthy cock. “Fuuuck… So fucking full of you.”

With one hand on Stiles’ thigh, the other giving a gentle squeeze to the teenager’s trachea, Peter pulled out halfway and began a steady pace. Hard, but slow, so Stiles could feel the full stretch every time he thrust in all the way. It was utterly glorious.

Now that he had already cum once, the edge of neediness was partially averted for now to fully appreciate the skill that Peter possessed. He was able to hold himself back. The control of this guy was seriously insane. Barely breaking a sweat; just a light lush on his cheeks to show that he was even putting in work. “Your stamina must be fucking awesome.”

“Oh trust me, sweet boy. You’ll soon learn how I love to play with what’s mine.” It sounded like a threat, but Stiles didn’t feel scared. If anything, the teenager just clenched his hole around Peter’s cock with another ripple of heat running down to his loins. Holy fuck does he hope to be destroyed by this man. He was dangerous, Stiles knew that, but it only seemed to turn him on more. Perhaps it was because he knew that Peter would never go so far as to actually put his life on the line. In a weird way, he had trusted Peter with his life more than anyone else in the pack.

Holding onto the sheets and giving little grunts of pleasure from each hard thud against his ass, Stiles decided right there that this was one of the best decisions of his life. “Fuck yeah. Give it to me. Please? Please, pound my hole and make me yours, big guy.”

As if that set something off in his brain, Peter’s eyes flashed in warning. The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving the hardest fuck of his life. Holy god damn. The teenager was glad that he was holding onto the duvet because he would have been flung upwards on the bed from the impact of the wolf’s hips. Unable to get any words out of his mouth in fear that he would bite his tongue, Stiles settled for shouting his praise in garbled moans. How the fuck Peter knew exactly where his sweet spot was, he will never know. Science, perhaps. Experience, maybe. Magic? Yeah, sure. Whatever it was, Stiles was delighted with the result.

There was nothing he could do. Nothing but hold on and don’t go sliding off the bed. Nothing but take everything Peter was giving him.

Peter knew it too, the little shit that he was. Grinning down at Stiles while bearing down on him and pounding his ass within an inch of its life. It was almost as if Peter was making a mark for himself there, deep in his guts. Engraving himself in Stiles’ mind for the man that was truly satiate his needs.

“Good boy, needy little thing. Just lay there and let me use you… Been so long since your slutty hole felt such relief, hm?” Peter panted softly from above, tone light and mocking and Stiles might have called himself strange for being so into it. Then again, the beta did mention that he would never shame Stiles; wanted the teenager to be himself no matter what that meant. It was also pretty obvious that Peter also had a couple of kinks up his sleeve, a praise kink was one of them, along with some kind of humiliation thing. Whatever it was, Stiles’ cock twitched to life and bobbed in the cool air of the bedroom, ready for more of the action. “You’re mine now, filthy bitch. You’re going to smell like me no matter how much you clean yourself, or fill your whore hole with another man’s cock.”

“Fuh – Pet – Ah, fuuuck…!”  

God, he sounded like a wounded animal. It seemed to work for Peter though, who just rumbled and picked up the pace even more. How the fuck he was doing that was beyond Stiles, eyes rolling back at his prostate was battered to hell and back. This had got to be inhuman speeds of thrusting. It had to be. There was no other reason to explain how Peter was pummelling his ass like this, he was definitely using his werewolf abilities and Stiles was not mad about it in the slightest. “Fuuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck me! God, oh my god, fuck me!”  

“Aw baby, I am fucking you, can’t you feel it? Has your brain gone stupid from lack of blood flow?” Peter cooed down at him, and before Stiles knew it, his knees were touching his shoulders. Jesus fuck in a handbasket, he was bent like a lawn chair.

Groaning weakly, Stiles reached a hand up to rest on Peter’s shoulders, trying to control his breathing in some sort of way but heavily enjoying being a pretzel. Thighs shaking from the overextension, but Peter didn’t seem to care so much about that. From this position, the wolf was able to fully dominate Stiles. Hips hammering the teenager into the mattress and make him see stars, his sweet spot hit head on and hold stretched wide around Peter’s cock. There was nothing Stiles could do but whine and gasp, not enough room for him to fully make words right now. “That’s right baby, good boy, take what I give you. Can you feel me fucking you now? Is it deep enough for your hungry little hole? Well, I take that back, it’s not so little anymore, is it, sweet boy?”

Stiles could only whine, his cock bobbing practically in front of him. Dripping precum, craving to be touched but Stiles could barely hold onto reality right now, let alone rub his own dick. Peter’s words were doing something to him. It was humiliation, or degradation, that was so certain, but it warmed his insides. It was praise, in a weird way. The honeyed words mixed in with the harsh shame that came with it. He knew Peter wasn’t being malicious about it. For a fact, he knew Peter thought Stiles was the smartest person in the pack, but being called nothing but a dumb hole was tickling a new kink inside him. Yep, that was going to be explored more in the future.

“Is it good, baby? I know it is, look at your useless little cock. You could probably suck your own cock from this position.” Peter couldn’t help but chuckle down at his boy. Stiles whined in response. It was certainly something he’d thought about before, but wasn’t limber enough for that kind of treatment.

Hell, Peter must have really done his research when he peeked in the teenager’s search history. Either that, or Stiles was an open book when it came to his interests.

He licked his lips at the thought, opening his mouth while groaning deeply. It was all he could think about now that Peter put his mind on it. His own cock was right there, in his face, if he just leant up a little more, he could possibly do it.

“Aw, pretty boy, you’re so desperate for cock you’d suck your own?” Peter grunted out, removing his hand from around the teenager’s throat and grabbed Stiles’ other leg, holding him steadily while pounding into him. It was something that had been in the recesses of his mind many times. None of his other partners were quite this flexible. He tried to do it a couple of times himself, but he wasn’t able to get there and it just left a crick in his neck. But now, he had Stiles, and his boy was nothing if not a submissive people pleaser. “Alright baby, suck your cock. Go on, you can do it. I want to see you do it.”

“Guh, fuh, Pet-Peter…!”

“Shut the fuck up and suck your cock, boy.” Peter was holding back, his hips still battering Stiles’ insides but from the feeling, Stiles knew the beta wouldn’t last this long at this pace. No man could, it was incredible Peter lasted this long at this pace. “Cum from my cock and your own mouth…”

Stiles reached behind his head to help push himself up some more, sticking his tongue out. It was harder than he thought, the constant pummelling on his sweet spot jerking his body on the bed wasn’t making this any easier. Peter helped a little more, slowing his pace and grinding deep making Stiles’ eyes roll back in pleasure but it was enough for the wolf to push his legs down more, just enough for the teenager to lap his tongue against the tip of his own cock. It tasted salty, and musky, and like cum, like any other cock he’s sucked before. Huh, he thought it would taste different, since it was his own dick. Still, it felt way different.

It was as if he was able to get off on the feeling as well as the act, a twofer, as it were. God, holy fuck, this could be addictive. He might have to get into yoga so he could do this again.

Leaning up, eager for more stimulation and hunger to fill his mouth and give himself even more pleasure, Stiles pushed his head up for more, latching the tip into his mouth and groaning loudly at the feeling. Oh fuck yeah, god yes. It was awesome. This way, he could roll his tongue around the tip and the tingles of pleasure from his own actions rippling up his stomach. Suckling at the tip was heavenly, eyes going half lidded as his prostate was ground into and his cock being sucked. This might just be the best thing he’s ever experience. There was plenty of sexual greatness that Stiles has been accustomed to, but this might have just made it to number one on the list.

“Oh fuck, oh baby, that’s… You’re my good boy. You’re the prettiest picture right now, Stiles. I could cum from this sight alone.” Peter groaned out. Stiles truly was a sight to behold. Sucking his own cock and his face in utter bliss, the teenager really was a slut, no doubt about that. A desperate little thing, and Peter was more than happy to push him further into sexual debauchery. “Good boy, suck it good. Get more of it in there, you can do it. Bob your head, I know you want to choke on your own cock. Filthy fucking boy, god, look at you.”

“Mmph…” Stiles couldn’t help but agree, moving a hand up to grab the base of his cock. As if he was able to tug it down more, along with pushing his head up and down over his dick. From this angle and the ache in his neck, he wasn’t able to get more than an inch, but that was more than enough. The tip of his cock was sensitive enough as it was. Panting heavily and slobbering over the tip, bobbing his head and not caring if he looked like a disgusting mess with all the drooling and swallowing his own precum. Peter was definitely getting off on this. “Mm god, fuck, tastes so good.”

“Oh baby, I bet it does. I’m going to cum, I’m going to fill your hole baby, make you mine.” Peter licked his lips, unable to look away from Stiles pleasuring himself as he pumped his hips once more. Watching how the teenager was barely able to hang on from both sides being stimulated at once, clinging to his cock for dear life while his hole tightened around Peter’s. His body was begging him for it, that was easy to tell. Between one thrust and the next, the wolf growled out his climax, burying his cock deep and rolling his hips as he emptied his balls into the teenager below. Able to feel how Stiles’ insides clenched and throbbed around him, almost as if his body was trying to guzzle his cum. “Fuck, been saving it up for you. Keep going, suck your cute little dick and swallow your cum for me, hm?”

As if he could do anything else at this point, hole twitching around Peter’s pulsing cock and lips working his own. Now that he wasn’t being shaken around it made it slightly easier for him to get some more stability, especially with Peter helping to hold him up properly. The man was happy to watch the show it seemed, whispering utterly disgusting things that made Stiles’ cheeks flush with shame yet only made his dick splurt out more precum. He was pretty fucked in the head, there was no doubt about that, but it seemed Peter was just as fucked as he was, so Stiles didn’t mind.

He bobbed his head, moaning around his dick and pumping the rest of the inches that he couldn’t reach. God he could feel it, holy fuck. He was going to cum in his own mouth.

Upping the ante, Stiles wiggled his tongue around his pisshole, eyes rolling back in pleasure as his hips jerked from the sensitivity. It was just enough for him to finally get pulled over the edge, squeezing around Peter’s softening cock as his mouth was filled with his own cum. Swallowing mouthfuls of his own load and suckling the dregs out of the tip as he rode out his orgasm. “That’s it, Stiles, get every last drop, swallow it all, I know you’re a cum hungry toy. Can’t get enough of the pack’s so you have to drink your own. Clean your baby cock off, nice and clean.”

Stiles whined around the tip of his cock, ears burning with shame even as he swallows the last mouthful of his cum and lapped at it while trying to catch his breath. Hips twitching from the oversensitivity. Finally pulling off his cock with a pop and thumping his head back to the mattress as he stared up at the ceiling, letting out a breathy moan when Peter pulled out of him. He could feel his hole twitching around nothing, oozing out the beta’s cum, and groaned in relief when Peter let his body lay down. Able to gulp air properly into his lungs. Peter moved to sidle up next to him on the bed, leaning down to give Stiles a filthy kiss, licking into his mouth. Swallowing down the needy whine Stiles let out when four of the beta’s thick fingers pushed into his ass, tugging the rim a little but doing nothing else.

Seems Peter was more than happy to just leave his fingers in his ass and let Stiles’ hole suckle on the digits. He finally was able to take a breath, turning his head and staring at the slightly smug look on Peter’s face. “Dude, I might have to get into yoga. That was… Fucking, I don’t know. Stupendous.”

“Big word for someone who just came twice in under an hour.” Peter hummed, happy to just stare down at Stiles’ satisfied face. “I’d be happy to hold you up whenever you want to do that again. It’s quite a delightful sight to behold.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely holding you to that. Fucking hell.” Stiles let out a breathless laugh, licking his lips and able to taste his own cum. Insides twitching around Peter’s fingers. “So uh, just for my own curiousness. When can you get hard again?”

Peter simply chuckled, spreading his digits out and smelling the waft of pleasure emanating from his boy. “Oh baby, didn’t I tell you already? I love playing with my things. I’m just waiting on you. Don’t want to break my new fuck toy before I can fully break you in.”

Stiles wasn’t going to lie that the thought of Peter with a healthy refractory period really got him going. They were going to have like, all the best sex. Especially if it was like that every time. Holy god damn. Before Peter could say anything else, Stiles was already rolling over and slinging his shaky legs onto the wolf’s hips, leaning down to bring him into a desperate kiss. Groaning at he felt Peter’s fingers working once more inside him, rubbing against his sweet spot. Nipping the beta’s bottom lip, Stiles pulled away and leant over to grab some more lube. “I hope you don’t plan on sleeping. I want you to make sure I can’t walk tomorrow. Break me in. Make me scream, make me squirt, go all out.”

“Oh baby, you say the most romantic things…” Peter breathed out shakily, one hand moving to rest on Stiles’ bony hips as he let his claws grow, digging into the soft flesh there. Eyes flashing with hunger and Stiles might have been a little scared about the thoughts that were running through the wolf’s head, but he knew he wouldn’t regret anything. “I knew you’d be perfect for me. I’m going to make sure your body never forgets who it belongs to.”

Chapter Text

There were many things in Stiles’ life that he regretted. Eating a worm for a dare. Showing his dad how child locks work on the internet. Maintaining a headstrong crush on Lydia for years when they could have just been really good friends. But what Stiles had found after learning about his sex addiction, was that telling the pack instead of seeking help to resolve the issue under the cloak of midnight, was the best decision of his life.

They supported him with open arms, and open legs.

Even if they didn’t fully understand it, the pack were willing to help Stiles out with no tension. It was fun for everyone. They got to have some relief, explore things that they otherwise wouldn’t be able to do with their partners, like Kira with pegging. She loved the fuck Stiles until his hole was numb. She wouldn’t have been able to do that with Scott. Or when Boyd had learned that Stiles could deep throat him, and took advantage of that joy, being able to fuck Stiles’ face and enjoy the fact that he was able to swallow the whole thing. That wouldn’t have been a thing without Stiles willing to give anything a try even once. Or many times, depending on how much he enjoyed it.

In some ways, this addiction had brought everyone closer. Whenever the stress was a little too much, or they were battling a big bad and the pack were arguing about what they should do. Stiles was there to be the relief valve. Opening his thighs eagerly for Derek to destroy his ass while growling about how he was the alpha. Or Issac crawling into Stiles’ bedroom at night and making love to him. Cuddling him close and whispering sweet nothings because he never liked it when people fought, for obvious reasons. Stiles gave him a sense of reprieve from the angst and tension that would rise up from time to time.

Peter was finally able to blend in with the group better, rather than be on the outside looking in. He wasn’t scoffed at so much. Not when Stiles was on his lap and the smell of the teenager’s satisfaction emanated around the room. They knew that the beta was taking pretty good care of Stiles. It also helped that some of the girls thought it was pretty cute that Stiles’ ass seemed to have subdued Peter, like the wolf was now pussy whipped. Ass whipped? Cock whipped? You get the point.

Either way, the pack wouldn’t have been able to get along and create such a tight bond without Stiles being open about his addiction.

Sure, Stiles knew eventually that this would impede on his daily life to the point where he would have to seek professional help. Especially when he was heading for university. The pack weren’t going to be much help since they were all going to their respective places. Peter had volunteered to come with him so that Stiles wasn’t completely alone and empty, but that would only do so much. They had both learned that Stiles’ appetite for sex was severely overwhelming. Didn’t stop them from trying.

While the students of the pack were deciding where they were going to university, it caused a small uncertainty that they wouldn’t be a pack anymore. At least for a few years until they all returned to Beacon Hills. If at all. Jackson was thinking of going to England, for example. Derek had calmed them all down, telling them that no matter how far the pack went, they would always remain together until they independently decided to join another pack, unlikely. While it wasn’t ideal for the wolves to be too far away from their pack, the strings of the bond were still there.

Isaac didn’t want to leave Beacon hills; he didn’t get that good of grades for an upstanding university and they all don’t blame him for wanting to stick to the man that saved him from a brutal upbringing. He wasn’t even going to go to a university. Isaac was just going to get a job somewhere around the town. That also helped Derek whenever there was a big bad; since the alpha wouldn’t be able to fight off everyone all by himself, even if he likes to think he could. Erica and Boyd were going to be heading to the same university in Beacon County, which meant they didn’t have to board, or travel far. Kept the betas closer together. Scott on the other hand was heading out of state to a good veterinary university, and Kira was going to be boarding elsewhere as well, conveniently just an hour from Scott. Lydia of course, was heading to the best mathematical engineering university in the country, because everyone knew she’s going to rule the world one day. As mentioned before, Jackson was heading to England for study, lord knows why but everyone wished him well either way. Stiles on the other hand was indecisive. He got good grades, even while riding cock and eating out pussy between classes. On one hand, he wanted to follow his dreams to be an FBI agent and go down to the academy in Virginia, but he had also thought about just going to a regular police academy and following in his father’s footsteps. Even if his dad thought that was beneath him; that his talents would be better suited for a more prestigious job, whatever that means. On the other hand, with his addiction being so strong, the likeliness of him doing well in either of those fields was minimal. Sure, he could focus, but what if his thoughts and urges were too overwhelming that he couldn’t succeed in his studies?

Peter had mentioned to Stiles that he go with him to wherever he was going to be, buy an apartment so that both their needs were met. They’d been doing pretty well together, with the beta following through with his promises that he would be the only one that would sate Stiles. Since they started their relationship a month ago, Stiles’ addiction had never felt so calm.

It helped a lot that the wolf could smell whenever Stiles was getting a little bit too anxious. Peter would just grab the teenager by the shoulders and frogmarch him to the bedroom, or to the spare room, the bathroom, any room that wasn’t vacated. He would lick his boy open, go down on his knees and suck on Stiles’ cock until it felt raw. If it weren’t for the supernatural healing, Stiles was sure Peter’s knees would have ached from being down there for so long. Then he’d bend the teenager over the nearest surface and fuck into him raw, not giving a good goddamn how loud Stiles was going to be. Slicking himself up and sliding into Stiles’ soft supple heat. Rock into him to get the boy to adjust before starting a brutal pace that shocked Stiles to the core. It always made him cum again and again, no matter what Peter did. Peter wouldn’t finish until Stiles had come at least five times. The stamina on this man was insane.

It also helped that Stiles had grew in kinks, to which Peter was more than happy to use at his disposal. More tools in the toolbox to play with his boy.

Autofellatio was an obvious one. Stiles seemed to fucking love being able to satisfy himself. He knew what he liked and would do it often. Learning how to do yoga, and having Peter helping him out with his stretches until the teenager was able to use the wall while whipping his cock out. Sure, his body wasn’t equipped to bend that way, but he was able to get half of his cock in his mouth now, that was more than impressive. Plus, it always did the job. Especially when Stiles would slip two fingers into his hole and fill himself up while sucking his own cock.

There were new kinks that Stiles didn’t think he would get off on, but hey, there they were. Staring at him in the face. He couldn’t deny that it was hot when Peter put his hand on Stiles’ neck and squeezed, cutting off his air supply. Stiles was not longer allowed to deny that asphyxiation got him off, that it did nothing, not after cumming so hard he passed out.

Or hell, when Stiles learned that being utterly pinned, tied down and unable to do anything but be fucked within an inch of his life, was one of the best feelings in the world. Being used like a human fleshlight. That… Yeah that was pretty hot. He needed a bit of tender love and care after that, but in the moment holy shit was it sexy. He was kind of used to being used as an object by the pack, or by Lydia specifically since they had the whole D/s thing going on, but Peter just took it to a whole new level. As he always does; the man always needed to be the best in everything, after all.

But anyway, that was the fear Stiles was dealing with. After being satisfied for a year now with the steady revolving door of pack members who would fuck him whenever they were free, no longer having that access would be torture. That only having Peter, and the occasional fuck from the pack once he comes back to Beacon Hills, meant he wouldn’t be able to study normally. That his addiction would ramp up to an uncontrollable urge that would lead him to downfall. Stiles didn’t want to go through the trouble of getting into the academy, only to be humiliated that his cock was running the show.

So, Stiles went to a sex therapist. Far away from Beacon Hills so that the town didn’t find out through the grapevine that the sheriff’s son was a sex addict.

Sure, his dad asked where he went on his summer vacation, why he was travelling a few hours away once a week. Stiles didn’t lie per say, it was omission. He was seeing a therapist. It was a surprise for the sheriff since the last time they did anything like that it was a crazy insane asylum that ended up being more bad than good, but Stiles was adamant. After the life they both lived, knowing about the supernatural and Stiles’ life being turned upside down, a therapist didn’t seem like such a bad idea. He was proud of Stiles, for seeking help. Stiles wasn’t going to squash that.

Peter was all for it too. Surprisingly. Stiles thought for a moment that seeing a sex therapist would make Peter want to try and persuade him that he didn’t need it, that his needs would be taken care of. The beta didn’t seem to mind though, he thought it was a good thing. He’d asked before why Peter was delighted by the idea and got a raised eyebrow in reply. The wolf simply stated to him while they were lying in bed after round seven of their normal sexual marathon. “Stiles, I know what it’s like to lose control of yourself. I hate that feeling and would do anything to gain autonomy again. I wouldn’t wish for you to feel that way. You do what feels necessary in order to get your control back, and I’ll be here with you through it all.”

Then, he made love to Stiles. Apparently, if seeing a sex therapist got that kind of response from Peter then it surely wasn’t a bad thing.

So, therapy. That was a thing now.

Was it a little embarrassing? Explaining to a stranger what he liked in bed – or other surfaces – and how he liked it, how many times a day he liked it. Yes, yes it was. Stiles obviously had to omit certain parts, not wanting to out the supernatural, but that was fine for him. They got to some deep-seated issues that Stiles might not have been able to figure out on his own, not for a good while.

They learned that doing some CBT would be helpful for him – yeah, Stiles couldn’t help but snort at the term too – that gained some strategies for him to get through episodes of his urges, as the therapist would say. Cognitive behavioural therapy was a process, everything was a process. It wouldn’t be a miracle cure and Stiles knew that going in so it wasn’t the end of the world. He knew things just took time and patience, that they wouldn’t have changes overnight. While it may have seemed stupid, breathing exercises to get through a wave of arousal was pretty decent. Breathing exercises, along with distracting himself with things that would definitely turn him off. Have a mindful way of living, so he would think of Peter as his partner, not just something to scratch his itch. He doesn’t think that anyway, but apparently that was a thing that the therapist mentioned could happen sometimes with people that had this addiction.  It took a long period of time. It took devotion to getting better, and Stiles worked hard to ensure that his addiction didn’t take control of him.

The best part of therapy – he didn’t need to be abstinent to complete this. Sex was healthy, it was natural, it wasn’t something to be ashamed of. The way he was using sex was just an unhealthy coping mechanism for many other deep seated things that he wasn’t going to delve right into at this moment. The act itself was somewhat innocent.

So, whenever Stiles got the itch under his skin once more, and he used his strategies to his advantage to slow himself down, he went to Peter. He tried, he really fucking tried. Going three rounds instead of five. That was a hefty improvement for him.

Thing was, Stiles fucking loved sex. He loved the smells of sweat and sex. He loved the heat that came from bodies getting hot and heavy. He loved the taste of cum and salty skin. Stiles loved sticking his fingers in holes and around cocks, digging his tongue into pussies and asses, loved having his face sat on and choking on dick, and riding someone until his hips couldn’t handle it anymore. When he mentioned this to the therapist, he wasn’t met with disappointment like he thought they would. They simply mentioned that having sex wasn’t a crime, loving sex wasn’t a crime. It wasn’t a bad thing to enjoy being intimate or sexually promiscuous.

All they wanted from Stiles was to form a healthy, safe relationship with his sex life. Find a way for him not to be controlled by his urges so that he could continue a happy life while still having a good time.

During the summer holidays before his university began, Stiles worked hard on himself.

Sure, he still opened himself up to his pack members. Not at much as before, since he was working on his strategies, but it was more than enough for everyone. After mentioning to them that he was seeing someone about his addiction, the pack were supportive. They knew that he wouldn’t be asking for it as much, but the option was still there because he wasn’t trying to cure himself. Stiles liked sex, after all. He would miss out on his bonds that it brought if he went cold turkey.

No one took it to heart if he declined a round with them, in fact it was more of the opposite. When Erica asked if he wanted to join her and Boyd in a threesome, Stiles declined. Instead of being offended, Boyd simply pat Stiles’ shoulder with a somewhat proud smile and nodded his head in understanding. Erica pouted a little, but she gave him a hug and mentioned that she understood he was working on himself. When Stiles asked Lydia if their sessions could sway away from the sexy side and focus more on the fun implements and dynamic, she smiled and praised him. God damn his little submissive brain, Stiles got off more on that praise than by having his cock stepped on, but it was still a great time and Lydia was still a great Domme. Kira didn’t mind either. Their fun times were built on Stiles getting his ass handed to him, which meant they wouldn’t have the more frequent of sexy times but it didn’t stop them from the kitsune staying over. They went through online sex shops for her to learn about what toys would be fun to play with, and communication was key for them both having a great time together.

The sex didn’t stop, obviously. Whenever Stiles was around the pack when they were still together before university semesters starts, and his arousal began to emanate around the room, the wolves made it almost a game. Doing rock paper scissors to see who would fuck him first. Peter sat back in amusement, knowing that later on that night Stiles would be coming right back to him and begging for more. Instead of Stiles’ hips aching and his cock throbbing from having too many orgasms, his mind was clearer, and his ass only ached a little bit. Peter was more than happy to leech the pain from him anyway.

When the time came for some of the pack to move out of Beacon Hills and get on with their next chapters with university, everyone felt it. Most of the pack were going to be heading off and they wouldn’t be able to have a pack night like usual. Stiles was going to miss them, of course he was. So, he raised an interest in the possibility of getting off with them once more before they left. Almost like a parting gift until they met up once again. While some weren’t so into that idea – Jackson for one didn’t really want to have his cock sucked while the pack knew about it, even if they could smell his cum on Stiles’ breath – most were interested. Scott didn’t want to get involved with that, but that was just fine. He just patted Stiles on the back and waved as he left for his campus in his mother’s car. The rest of the pack on the other hand were finding slots for Stiles.

Those that wanted to have Stiles give them a happy ending before they set off, had done a draw without Stiles’ knowledge. Names in a hat, and pulled them out in order of who would get to have the teenager.

It was a long week, but it was a nice, you know? They didn’t have a timer on them or anything; they could take as long as they wanted until they were satiated and happy. Going back to his roots with a healthier mind set. He wasn’t full of desperation and neediness, but instead now he was able to be calm, clear, and understand to be vocal about how far he was willing to go to get what they all wanted.

Erica had first draw apparently.

She wanted to soak up as much time as she could with Stiles, which was just fine and dandy. Boyd took the time to hang out with Isaac and Derek so both Erica and Stiles had their apartment to themselves. Erica took charge, as she always does. Teasing Stiles with having him strip down to nothing while she was still clothed, making him stick his head under her skirt to mouth over her clothed pussy. Getting her wet with his tongue until she couldn’t help but crave no boundaries between them, tugging her panties to the side for Stiles to go nuts over. Sticking his tongue in her pussy, lapping at her clit, groaning in delight at how sweet she tasted. He doesn’t know how long he was down there but he knows his neck ached afterwards. He wasn’t going to complain though, not when sucking on Erica’s clit and gripping her ass hard made her cum over his face. Hell, she was practically riding his tongue by the time she gave up with that position and wanted to get to the next stage.

Practically shoving Stiles out from under her skirt and making him climb up on the bed, she dropped her skirt to the floor and stepped out of them, doing the same with her shirt and bra. Tossing them over the side of the bed as she practically crawled closer to the other teenager. Erica wasn’t the type of woman who wanted nicey-nice things, she had Boyd for that. What she wanted from Stiles, was to be in complete control and to have fun. As always, condoms were a thing, she collected them from the bedside table and held them up for Stiles to see, a leer on her face just full of predatory amusement. “You ready for me, Batman?”

You’re damn skippy Stiles was ready.

Without further ado, Erica tossed the condom onto Stiles’ chest as she got into position over his thighs, watching with anticipation while Stiles ripped the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the latex onto his aching cock. Slicking himself up with many ease of practice after the mayhem of sexual marathons by now and giving Erica a thumbs up that she couldn’t help but snort at. With that, they were away, having Stiles lying on the bed holding the base of his cock while she lowered herself down onto him. Both hands on his chest for stability, she began to ride him like there was no tomorrow. Like an asteroid was going to hit earth and the only way to deflect it was to cum so aggressively that the blast would push the meteor out of orbit. Stiles grunted with each bounce onto his hips, watching with awe as Erica took whatever she wanted. Her breasts bouncing and hair flying around as she tossed her head to and fro from the pleasure. Her own moans breathy and animalistic, focused mainly on getting herself over that cliff to another orgasm. Stiles was just there for the ride, and by god what a ride it was.

Who knows how long they were going at it. One moment Erica was riding him, bouncing on his hips and taking what she needed. The next the shewolf was rolled over onto her back with her legs over Stiles’ shoulders, and shouting at him to hit that spot again. Hit it harder, faster, do it more. Then the next, Stiles was flipped onto his back once again with Erica’s pussy over his face once more, his lips latched onto her clit while his fingers were deep in that cunt. Crooking his fingers and banging that spot deep inside her that made her practically howl with pleasure. Then that warm heat of a well fucked pussy was enveloped by his cock once more, with Erica riding him reverse cowgirl, with Stiles’ legs up for her to use as handlebars so she could drag out yet another orgasm from him.

Holy cannoli in a hand basket, Stiles’ balls were drained when they were finally done.

Flopping down next to each other and catching their breath, Erica took a moment to roll onto her side and give him a kiss. Something far gentler than everything that had happened his past however long, it made Stiles dizzy. With that kiss, she pulled back, flushed and sweating. “Thanks for the good time, Batman.”

“No, thank you, Catwoman.” Was all Stiles could muster.

They showered together, a first for Stiles but he wasn’t going to deny they both needed it after the marathon they had. It was good though, and Stiles drove away feeling refreshed even with a slight crick in his neck.

Next was Boyd.

He wasn’t as desperate as Erica was, but the man knew what he wanted. It’s what he always wanted, and who could blame him? No one else had the devotion to swallow that mighty cock to the base, even if they tried their hardest. Sure, Erica must have tried many times, but there were limits, and Stiles was just proud he could even achieve that limit. So, when they met up for his turn to say goodbye, Boyd simply just stated. “I just want to fuck your face, that okay?”

That was more than okay. It’s what they mostly did anyway, since Boyd wasn’t really into men, but a hole was a hole and Stiles’ holes were pretty damn good if he said so himself.

Getting into position with a pillow on the ground and kneeling comfortably, Boyd stood in front of the teenager and tugged his sweatpants down. Even soft, the beta’s cock was a monster, lord in heaven above it was just a majestic piece of manmeat, and Stiles was blessed to choke on it. They didn’t need to have any words between them; by now with the amount of times Stiles’ has gagged and sucked Boyd off, they had a bit of a system in place. If Stiles needed to breathe, he would just tap Boyd’s thigh and the beta would pull off – not all the way, just enough that Stiles could breathe easier while he was worshipping the tip with his tongue.

Boyd was soft, but not for long. With Stiles grabbing that fat cock with both hands and bringing it to his lips, lapping from balls to tip in one go. Over and over, getting Boyd’s cock wet and feeling it thickening up in his hands. It was a powerful feeling, not going to lie. Suckling on the tip and kissing down the shaft, Stiles moved how he wished. Knowing that he had time to just get himself sorted out, because once Boyd got started, the beta would be in control of the movement and how he wanted it to go. He mouthed at Boyd’s balls, nuzzling his nose to the base of that fat cock and thoroughly enjoying the sound of the beta’s breaths growing steadily laboured the more he got turned on.  By the time Stiles wrapped his lips around Boyd’s cock, it was leaking precum. Salty, delicious precum that he swallowed without pause.

It always took a moment for Stiles to get used to the feeling of a heavy weight on his tongue, especially with a heavy, heavy cock like Boyd’s. The beta didn’t mind in the slightest, hell, his cock was being sucked, he was going to fuck Stiles’ face, and he could wait a little longer since he already knew he was going to get a great time out of it. Bobbing his head back and forth, just getting used to the rhythm again, Stiles slowly made his way down Boyd’s cock. Back and forth, back and forth, until the teenager had to swallow down Boyd’s cock, down his throat. Back and forth, until he could feel his nose being tickled by hair and knew that he was down to the base. Staying there, and swallowing every now and again to get used to that feeling of his throat being used as a fleshlight. Stiles cupped Boyd’s balls then, rolling them around in his palm as he heard a soft grunt from above, and knew it wouldn’t be long now. Testing the waters, Stiles suckled softly at the meat in his mouth, relaxing his tongue and softening his jaw, and felt two big, strong hands resting on his head. It was time.

Relinquishing Boyd’s balls to rest his hands on the beta’s thick thighs, Stiles was ready for his mouth to be used as a fuckhole.

And used it was. Boyd was always slow at first, just to get himself into a rhythm while also making sure that Stiles wasn’t going to suddenly jerk and choke. Stiles never did, well, there was one time, but they weren’t going to dive into that right now. He pulled Stiles’ head back until just the tip was in his mouth, before slowly pushing all the way back inside, over and over. In and out. The slow glide of the beta’s heavy cock dragging along his tongue and keeping it wet so it could move easily in and out of Stiles’ mouth. Over and over, slowly building faster and faster. Stiles could feel the tightening of Boyd’s fingers in his hair, gripping, getting him ready and by god was he ready. Practically vibrating with excitement, the wolf knew it too. He must have been able to smell how turned on the teenager was. Hard and aching in his own trousers, but left ignored. This was Boyd’s time, and he was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

You know in those porn videos, when the actors are making those horrific noises? You know the ones. Stiles could never understand how they could make those noises, like they’re being choked but moaning and groaning all the while? He never knew how that could be a thing that someone could find sexy. He just… It never appeased him. Always sounded fake. But, when Boyd was like this? Fast paced, dragging Stiles’ mouth over his cock, fucking his face within an inch of his life? Well, those noises from porn videos sounded pretty real now. Of course Stiles couldn’t help himself from moaning at the onslaught of Boyd’s thrusts, that along with the wet slick noises of his cock battering into his throat and ripping free, only to thrust right back down again. Yep, Stiles was making those strange gluck gluck noises all on his own. Nothing fake about that, he couldn’t fake that shit if he tried. Boyd quite enjoyed the sounds too, if the heavy panting from above was anything to go off of. The tense muscles in his thighs, the way the beta gripped Stiles’ head as if the teenager was going to run away or something. Hah! As if.

Boyd just kept on going, using Stiles’ mouth like a toy. Nothing but a hole for him to bury his heavy cock into and feel the way Stiles’ throat contracted and constricted around him. Stiles could tell he was drooling, there was nothing he could do about that, and neither of them seemed to mind that Stiles was turning into a goddamn mess on the floor. The additional saliva was pretty good lube honestly. Made it easier for Boyd to hammer his hips into Stiles’ face more, in all honestly. Obviously Stiles had to give Boyd’s thigh a tap once, just so he could catch his breath and swallow a mouthful of saliva covered precum. But he made up for it by making out with the beta’s leaking tip, sucking dregs of that delicious saltiness right from the tap and moaning like it was some kind of delicacy. Then, with a soft grunt of a question, and a squeeze in an answer, they were right back to it.

Over and over, in and out, fucking Stiles’ face and relishing in those slightly horrific gluck gluck noises again and again. Stiles could tell that Boyd was getting close, and if he just took the time to reach down and touch his own cock, Stiles would be cumming too. But this was Boyd’s time, so he jus theld on for the ride and continued relaxing his jaw and enjoy having his throat stretched out.

“I’m close.” That was all the warning Stiles got before the beta turned on the turbo machine, obviously wanting to have the most pleasure out of the situation. Who could blame him, really. Stiles just clung to Boyd’s thighs as he was being seesawed back and forth by big hands on his head, knowing that he was going to need a massage after this to get every kink out. With a hefty grunt and a soft groan, Boyd thrusted right down to the base, holding the back of Stiles’ head as his cock pulsed angrily, throbbing as he came down Stiles’ throat. Stiles just kept on sucking, kept on swallowing. It was all he could he, and he fucking loved it.

Holding on just a little bit longer until he was finished, Boyd finally relinquished Stiles’ head and let him up. Panting heavily and looking down while Stiles pulled back, suckling just a little on the tip and licking the beta’s cock clean the best he could. Stiles was a goddamn mess. Drool had dripped down his chin to wet his shirt, his eyes were watering, his jaw was slightly sore and felt loose from being open for so long, but of course he wouldn’t change a thing. He continued to worship the meat in front of him until it softened and Boyd took a step back, tugging his sweatpants back up and brought a hand down to help the teenager to stand up. “You good?”

“Uh huh.” Stiles cleared his throat, sounded like he’d been gargling rocks for the past hour, but that was normal. He appreciated when Boyd reached out to rest a hand on the teenager’s cheek, leeching out some of the ache. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem. Going to miss that mouth.”

Stiles scoffed a little, bringing his shirt up to wipe his chin and lips from cooling saliva. “This won’t be the last time, believe me.”

With that, Stiles simply adjusted his crotch so his own cock was more comfortable, and taking a deep breath to keep control of himself. He wasn’t going to jerk off now, he could hold out until later. Peter was going to take care of him when the day was done anyway. He could last a few more hours until then. He could. Therapy, it was a process.

Then Lydia.

After Boyd, Stiles knew he would have more of the day to waste away and he wasn’t going to spend it just wasting time or mulling around getting railed by Peter. Even if he wanted to. Lydia was next on their list apparently and it kind of worked out. She enjoyed it whenever he acted like a desperate but submissive slut for her. So, he didn’t touch himself as he just went back home, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth out of cum, swapping out his shirt and headed right back out again to meet his Domme. It wasn’t Friday, but that was fine by them. Lydia was on a tight schedule and she was stressed, Stiles was all too eager to help distract her, even for a short while.

When he got to her house, there were boxes packed and things scattered around that most likely Lydia was deciding to just throw away, or put into storage. Even when moving and packing, she was dressed to impress. He let himself in, and Lydia didn’t even say hello to him, this was fine, this was normal for their interactions by now. He was her sub, and she was in charge, whatever she did was meticulously planned. She just snapped her fingers, and pointed to the stairs. “Go.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Stiles knew the drill by now, ducking his head submissively and practically ran up the stairs to her bedroom. He knew exactly what position he should be in by the time she makes her way up the stairs, hurrying to strip himself down and fold up his clothes, setting them on the desk chair and tucking his shoes under the desk, everything tidy and neat. Then, Stiles knew to make the bed and collect the goodie bag from the closet for him to place on the end of the bed, and place the Play Cushion at the foot of the bed for him to kneel on, arms behind his back, and keep his head down. His cock had flagged a little from his breathing exercises and the distraction, but it was already starting to thicken up once more just thinking about what Lydia could be planning.

He never knew a hundred percent what Lydia had in store for him; that was part of the fun. Sometime she would give hints like how she wanted to have him cleaned out, or how she wanted him to bring something soft. Never exactly saying what she had in mind. Today, she didn’t say anything to him, but that was just fine. When Lydia entered her bedroom with a towel, shutting the door and pacing into the room, she ignored him. Just moving to bed where Stiles placed the goodie bag and unzipping it. He wasn’t going to lift his head to look, he knew better by now. Listening to the clinks of chains and cuffs, listening to the ruffling of fabrics and materials, and keeping his eyes to the floor.

“Chin up.” She stated, and Stiles was quick to comply, looking up at Lydia’s straight face as she leaned down to clip the collar on him. It wasn’t always that she would bring out the collar, but it was something that they discussed could be used on him every now and again. The collar itself has multiple O rings, to attach other things to if need be. She tested the tightness with her finger, before collecting the cuffs, ordering him to put his hands forward and tightened those as well, clipping them together so he couldn’t move them much. “Up, against the wall, facing me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” It was a little difficult to get up without the help of his arms but Stiles managed it, moving to the wall and standing there watching her every movement. Now that he could see the things she had laid out on the bed, Stiles couldn’t help but gulp, the anticipation already revving up in his gut. Lydia simply collected the harness from the bed and checked the straps before coming over, opening it up and ordering him to step into the holes so she could put the contraption on. This was a reasonably new implement since they had discussed about Stiles wanting to work on his addiction and how he didn’t want to have his urges ruin a good time they had planned. So, Lydia found this fun item online and did her research because this thing was light weighted but still brutal for him. It was cute, so she says, which degraded Stiles but he enjoyed that she was having fun with it, and Lydia always praised him whenever he wore it without complaint. Stiles grunted when Lydia slapped his cock, but stayed still when she grabbed the base and angled it into the contraption, hissing at the cold metal on his cock but otherwise making no other noises as his Domme finished up strapping everything on and locking it in place.

Once she was done, Lydia stepped back and nodded her head once. “Pink really does suit you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress…” Stiles couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks. It was a chastity belt, if that wasn’t obvious. A bright neon pink chastity belt that forced his cock into a vice, a little love heart padlock on the top so he couldn’t do anything about it. It was humiliating the first time he saw it, and he’s still not used to it, but Stiles wasn’t going to say anything about it. It worked, and Stiles wasn’t going to deny that it was actually pretty arousing to have Lydia controlling his cock. That weird degrading praise that he always got off on.

“I’m going to flog your back, fifty lashes, and you’re going to count every one, and thank me. Then, I’m going to cane the backs of your thighs, ten strikes each, and you’re going to do what, Stiles?” Lydia was speaking nonchalantly as she made her way back to the bed, already collecting the implements of torture.

“I’m going to count them and thank you, Mistress.” Stiles replied quickly, already gulping about her plans. He hated the cane. Hated it. It stung, and ached, but again he couldn’t deny that the radiation of pain tingled all the way up his spine and right back down to his cock.

“Good boy.” There was that blossom in his chest again from the praise, Stiles couldn’t help but preen from it. Every time. Then the blood drained from his face when he saw her lifting the next device. “Then, I’m going to insert this, and tie it to your collar. I will cane the bottom of your feet ten times each. If you can last without crying, I will be nice and remove that pretty chastity. If you cannot, I’ll keep it on and milk you instead. Color?”

Stiles licked his lips nervously. He didn’t really like the anal hook that much; it tugged uncomfortably, but then again that was the point. Still, the thought of achieving a goal for the reward of removing the chastity belt was something he could work with. “Green, Mistress…”

“Good boy. Turn around.” With that out the way, off they went. At least Stiles enjoyed the flogger. It was a good feeling; they always did a warm up before Lydia struck him, just gentle brushes over his skin. The suede was soft, and it brought goosebumps to the surface every time it was used. Stiles turned around, lifting his arms up to rest his bound hands on the wall and spreading his legs, lowering his head so it wouldn’t catch any strays – not that it ever did, Lydia was a master of her craft after all – and waited for the fun to begin. It didn’t take long before he felt Lydia’s hands over his back, rubbing the skin and bringing blood to the surface, pinching him here and there. It was like a slight massage, helped ground Stiles a little before the flogging began.

He heard her footfalls and the rustle of material, the light waft of breeze from the flogger before jolting once from the first gentle brush before relaxing once more. Standing firm. The Domme warmed up, whap whap whap, slow and steady, getting his body used to the hits. They agreed they both didn’t exactly like cold flogging or cold caning; it was a shock to the system and brought Stiles out of the funk instead of getting his headspace in order to fully submit to his Mistress. Whap whap whap, Stiles let out a breath and closed his eyes, letting go of the tension in his shoulders and just enjoyed the feeling. Staying still so Lydia could pick up the pace a little, still warming him up until she could tell he was ready. 

The first hit wasn’t a shock, but it still made Stiles let out a soft breath. “One. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy, Stiles.”

Over and over again, Lydia paused a moment before lashed the flogger over his back, shoulder blades, avoiding his neck and keeping away from the kidneys like a pro. Over and over again, Stiles answered each hit with a count, and thanked his Mistress for every strike. Each time, Lydia would praise him. It was repetitive but it worked to get Stiles’ mind into the headspace it needed to be, with each hit, he could feel himself dropping more and more into the submissive headspace where Lydia was the centre of his world, the only thing in the entire universe, that her praise and her words were the only things he wanted to hear. Her touch was the only thing he craved in that moment. “Forty eight. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy, Stiles. Two more…” She didn’t even sound out of breath, which was impressive, and Stiles felt more than proud of his Domme for lasting so long. No doubt she could go longer, cause more pain for him to absorb, and he would. Stiles would take everything if it meant that Lydia would praise him. Every hit, even with the cane, to have her call him a good boy.

Another hit in the centre of his back. “Forty nine. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy, one more.” The final strike across his shoulder blades. It was almost a relief and disappointing that it was over so soon, it didn’t feel like it went on that long, even though it must have been a fair amount of time.

“Fifty. Thank you, Mistress.” Stiles sagged against the wall. Licking his dry lips and shaking a little from holding himself still, feeling Lydia’s hands over his back and shivering from the warmth of her skin on his. He felt cold, but he knew it wasn’t. In the back of his mind, he knew that it was just the shock and adrenaline that was making him cold.

She continued to pet along his back, down over his hips. Stroking her hand over the globe of his ass and down to his thighs. Just like that, gentle pets up and down. “You did very well, Stiles. You took every hit, you’re a good boy. Color?”

“Green, Mistress…”

“Good. I’m going to cane your thighs now. Would you like a break?”

“No thank you, Mistress. I’m-I’m okay.” Stiles nodded to himself. He could do this, he wanted to do this. He’s been caned before, he can do it again. Lydia just nodded to herself and Stiles could feel when he pets became less petting and more massage. She knelt down to grip the back of Stiles’ thighs squeezing here and there and rubbing her thumbs into the muscles there. It felt pretty good, but he stayed still so she could warm his thighs up.

Being caned still sucked though. No matter how many times he got warmed up for it, how many times Lydia massaged the backs of his thighs and brought the cane over to gently tap on the skin there to get him used to it, he couldn’t help but yelp at the first strike. It was hard. It was painful, and it instantly made him jolt and want to move away from the pain. “Fuck!”

She waited patiently, as she always does, for Stiles to breathe through the pain and count. She wouldn’t hit him again until she got the number. In a way, it was almost like Stiles controlled when the next hit came, even though he knew he gave his power over to his Domme, she wasn’t going to continue until he gave the green light. Breathing through the sting, Stiles moved himself back into position and swallowed thickly. “O-One, one. Thank you, Mistress—Fuck! Fuck!!”

Once again the hits continued, with Lydia swatting his thighs. Starting with one and then the other. Allowing Stiles to count for each strike and waiting patiently as he writhed and hopped around from the pain. Waiting while he whined and breathed heavily from the onslaught. There were only a couple times when he would take just a bit too long with getting into position that she gave a small tut and tapped his inner thighs with the cane. “Spread your legs. Wider. Wider.”

Jesus fucking Christ, he hated the goddamn cane.

“Please--! Nine, nine, thank you Mistress!” Stiles’ eyes were watering. But he knew, he knew that only one more hit of his left thigh and he would be home free from the pain on his legs. Getting into position once more and resting his forehead on the wall, scrambling his fingers against the wallpaper while he sniffed wetly. It hurt, it hurt, but it was nearly over. Another, last strike and Stiles cried out from it, arching away from the cane. “Ten!! Fuck-fucking, fuck! Fuck, ten! Ten, thank you, Mistress!!”

“Good boy, that’s it.” There was a soft thump before Lydia’s hands moved to his shoulders, gently easing his arms down from the wall and allowing him to cling to her a moment while she rubbed his back. Moving them both so he could lay on the bed, on his front, and sat next to him. “You’re doing so good, Stiles. Would you like me to continue, or are you done?”

“Fuh, oh god…” Stiles sniffled on the bed, it was shit. The pain was shit, but god help him, he couldn’t stop now. The reward was so damn close. He craved it. “I just, I need… One minute. Gimme, give me one minute please, Mistress.”

“Alright, one minute.” With that, Lydia kept petting over Stiles’ back, over his hair, gently brushing her fingers over the backs of his thighs. Maybe to see if he was bleeding, and cooing when he whined from her poking his welts. “You’re already bruising, you’re going to have fun sitting down after this for a couple days.”

Shifting things around on the bed while Stiles was gathering himself, Lydia removed the items from the bed and collected the anal hook, slicking it up with lube in preparation and decided that they were going to use the bed for this phase. Probably why she brought the towel. Murmuring at Stiles to roll over so she could pop the towel under his hips and getting him to lay down properly on it so the sheets wouldn’t get wet. Kneeling next to him while she gloved her hand up and began to stretch Stiles’ hole out. It was clinical, it wasn’t meant to feel the best in the world but to Stiles it was everything. Groaning softly as his hole was opened up – not that it needed much, at this point his asshole must have understood to open up when something’s poking at it – and hiding his face in the sheets when he felt the cold metal of the hook pushing in. “Shh… It’s alright, there we go. Good boy, I’m going to attach this to your collar now… There we are.”

The stretch wasn’t anything to complain about but the tugging was a tad annoying. It made his hole ache, and the size of it was something that didn’t give him enough to be fulfilled by. It didn’t go deep enough to hit his prostate either, it was just, there, and no matter how many times he moved, the hook wouldn’t shift. God this thing was annoying. Worth it, but annoying.

“I’m going to cane the bottom of your feet now, tell me your safeword.”

“Peaches, Mistress.”

“Good boy. Ten strikes each, count them, hm?” With that, off they went again. With the hook attached to Stiles’ collar, every time he shifted it made the hook tug at his hole. The first strike wasn’t always the worst, as always they warmed up – though he could never get used to anything touching his feet in general, it was a sensitive place and it also wasn’t a kink of his, so he tended to just avoid them like the plague – with soft taps on the soles that made him shift and grunt. Then, the first hit came and rocketed up his spine with a cry. He was allowed to shout, he was allowed to yell and curse and move about. That was established whenever they were going to do anything involving such sensitive areas, but he wasn’t allowed to cry.

One strike, two strikes, five strikes, and Stiles was already regretting everything in his entire life.  He regretted saying green to crying because his eyes were watering, just on the brink of leaking over and having to will himself to pull all the tears back into his eyes, as if that’s a thing. Blinking it away, that’s what he means. He kept moving around on the bed, lifting his legs up and away from the torment, kicking like a toddler having a tantrum, making all sorts of noises that he should be embarrassed by but in this moment he doesn’t care about. Lydia on the other hand wasn’t doing much of anything to stop him. She knew how hard it was to get through this, it’s probably why she made this the final boss. It made achieving it so much sweeter. If he made it through. If.

After finishing with the first foot, Lydia adjusted herself properly so she could get at the other foot without much flailing getting in her way. Without much of a pause, the moment Stiles thanked her for the tenth hit, she began to strike the other foot. It was torment all over again, there wasn’t much he could do to stop it. He wanted it to stop but at the same time he didn’t want it to stop. It was a weird mixture in his head from hating it and liking it at the same time, and obviously focusing on getting through this to get the reward just dangling over his head. He wanted to cum, he wanted to have his cock freed so he could cum.

That is, if his cock hasn’t receded into his body from the pain.

“Please, oh god, wait, please, that--- I can’t! Please I can’t, no no no, wait!” Stiles yelped at the third strike on his foot, kicking his legs once more and panting heavily from the radiating pain. Lydia waited, obviously, especially since she hadn’t heard him calling out the number or thanking her yet. He also didn’t say the safe word yet. No matter how many times he would tell her ‘no’ or ‘stop’, that wasn’t their safe word. He knew that, the only way it would actually stop is if the session was finished and he completed all the hits, or if he said Peaches. If he just told her to stop, and she did, that wasn’t exactly the best dynamic. He can say anything he likes, he can beg her, he can scream from the rooftops but it won’t stop her. Only one singular word can stop it.

Or you know, he could cry. But that would make him feel even worse, oh the dilemma!

 “Stiles.”

“No no just – Just wait a second, just, fuck, fuck oh god – no okay, okay, three! Three! Thank you, Mistress!!”

“Good boy.” Another hit, another cry of anguish from the pain, and another round of begging. On and on. He just couldn’t do it, but he could do it, he could, and he can.

All of this, played over in his head until he screamed out the final tenth number, and promptly rolled over onto his back, tucking his feet up and away from the evil cane, not even caring about how the hook tugged at his hole because that was the least of his worries right now. Holy shit, he’d done it. He completed the task, he thanked his Mistress for it, everything. He was free. Lydia immediately put the cane down onto the duffel bag and sat down fully on the bed with a proud smile, and that just meant everything to him. “All done, you’re such a good boy, come here.”

Stiles practically leapt at his Domme, allowing her to envelop him in her arms and pet along his sweaty back, not caring about how he snuffled and sniffled and clung to her like a lifeline. She just pets his back, stroked her fingers through his hair, and praised him. The pain was over, it was over, and he could get his reward now. Lydia allowed him to come down for a moment before getting him to roll onto his back so she could unlatch the anal hook from his collar and gently pull it out, dropping it onto the ground to be cleaned after the scene was over. Collecting the key from around her neck and unlocking his chastity belt, cooing at him all the while as almost immediately after the belt was tugged down his legs and removed from his body, his cock started to thicken up once more. Eager for a reward.

And oh boy did he get one.

Not only did Stiles get to cum, but he got to see Lydia in all her naked glory. Her perky breasts, her slim waist with a light dusting of freckles across her hipbones. Hell, he didn’t even know she had a mole on her right butt cheek but now he does, and he’s going to cherish that knowledge. They didn’t have sex, but they didn’t need to. The idea of her being naked next to him while he came from the high adrenaline rush of being flogged and caned, along with a long drawn out orgasm denial and finally able to get jerked off by his Domme was something he won’t forget for a long while.

The aftercare was always great, he knew it would be. Even though she was probably running low on time, she still made the time to make sure that her sub was alright. Lydia never left anything half hearted. They sat in her bed with Stiles tucked up nice and toasty in a blanket, with some balm rubbed on his feet and the backs of his thighs so that the ache of the welts won’t be too terrible. She made sure to give him plenty of juice and sugar to help with the comedown, and they just watched an episode of something light hearted that they could just listen to from the background. Lydia kept by his side, petting his hair and holding him close while he sipped his juice until it was finished, made sure he finished the sandwich she made for him. It was great, as always.

Now, going back home wasn’t that great, especially since he had to put on his sneakers and oh boy wasn’t that a fun thing to deal with? Walking or driving when you have just had to feet welted wasn’t the most fun thing in the world but he wasn’t going to complain, no, not one bit. Did he walk like he was running on hot coals? You betcha. Was he going to whine and complain about it? Nope, at least, not to anyone who would tell Lydia.

Thankfully Stiles didn’t have any drop, he got a little bit down but that was easy to be fixed with a chocolate bar and a nice jerk off session in the morning.

Isaac was next. He wasn’t heading off to university or anything like that but he still wanted to have a moment with Stiles and make love to him. He had a couple job interviews set up already and knew that work would soon be something he would be busy with. That, alongside the fact that he probably had a fear of missing out on the good stuff, meant that any kind of Drop from his scene with Lydia, it would happily be washed away with the pure adoration that Isaac put into being sweet and kind and adoring to him. They went out to get ice cream, and Stiles – slowly, feet still aching – walked around the town with Isaac while the beta went on pointing out the different job opportunities that he had set up and which buildings he was thinking of applying for. Stiles was able to help a little bit, he had some knowledge after learning bits about businesses from his dad’s work. Who was trustworthy or who had assholes that would no doubt be testing Isaac’s patience, or waste his time.

He pretty much spent an entire day just being pampered by Isaac, which was pretty great in all honesty. Sure, Stiles knew he had to pack his own stuff but Isaac was more than happy to help out with that. Everything that could be popped into a suitcase without Stiles being inconvenienced staying here another couple weeks without it. They chatted and listened to music while they packed and moved things around in Stiles’ room. Took a few breaks just to make out on the bed because why not, they’re there and Isaac is very persuasive when he wants to be, but no sex because Stiles didn’t want every instance to be about getting dicks in asses. Sometimes it’s nice just to be kissing a boy.

After finishing up the packing the best they could, they went grocery shopping because the Stilinski home was a little low. It also gave them a good excuse to buy snacks and things that they could make for dinner that isn’t just healthy. They giggled like a couple while also digging at each other whenever they were around aisle, like the vegetable aisle, Isaac was holding up the most phallic looking objects and waggling his eyebrows. Making bets to see if it would fit in Stiles’ ass or not. Nine times out of ten, Stiles could definitely fit them in his ass. The squash? Hmm, maybe not.

They cooked dinner together while the sheriff came home and watched sports in the living room. He didn’t mind that Isaac came around; he was used to the beta coming and going far more frequently than the other wolves. He probably also knew that Isaac liked to sneak into the bedroom at night to sleep over. Maybe he thought they were dating, maybe he thought it was just a pack thing. Who knows what he thought, but he never complained. They ate dinner as a three and all the while, Stiles couldn’t help but play footsie under the table with Isaac to distract him while he was talking about job interviews. Shortly after dinner the sheriff had to sleep, he was exhausted from saving the civilians of Beacon Hills. Even heroes need to rest. Stiles didn’t mind, it gave him more than enough time to hang out with Isaac, watch a movie and spend most of it making out with the beta. He tasted like lasagne and orange juice. They ended up with Stiles straddling Isaac’s lap on the sofa, ignoring the movie completely to just lick into each other’s mouths. Eventually it got way too much for Isaac who scrambled for the remote to turn the television off and lift Stiles up in his arms – always a fun time, let me tell you – and carry him up the stairs. They had to be quiet, not wanting to wake the sheriff up, but they weren’t going to be insane. Just… Sensual.

As always, Isaac was a gentleman through and through. He was a little put off by the bruises on Stiles’ thighs and blanched at the welts on his feet but Stiles was quick to say that it was a D/s thing, and that it was alright. Everything was consensual. Still, didn’t stop the beta from leaning down to press a kiss to each welt over his thighs, kissing up his leg and over Stiles’ hip, before swallowing his cock down. He went slow, taking his time, and Stiles lapped it up. Isaac was practically worshipping him, and it was glorious.

If he had any Drop from the scene, it was erased by the pure amount of devotion that Isaac was giving him.

They made love. Gentle. Soft. Slow. Mouths over skin and hands roaming over flesh, hips grinding and spreading, Isaac’s cock rocking in and out of Stiles while they kissed. It was everything. Even a werewolf with all the super strength and the claws, Isaac was like a little puppy. He just wanted to feel loved, and Stiles was more than happy to give that to him, and be loved in return. This was their time together. This was their moment, like the world didn’t exist outside of these walls while they were under the covers. Breathing their shared air, panting softly, gasping even softer.

They came pretty close together. Stiles was first; the constant grinding on his prostate was just too much, and when Isaac could smell that he was close and grabbed his cock? Stroking it in time with his slow thrusts? That was it for him. From the tightening of his hole around the beta’s cock and the way Stiles called out his name, soft, breathy, just the way Isaac liked it, he wasn’t too far behind. A couple pumps into the boy below him, and Isaac filled him up with cum. It was everything that Isaac wanted. He said so. Cuddled up with Stiles enjoying the orgasmic bliss together, the gentle ache in their muscles, Isaac said it. “Thanks for today, I needed this, I think.”

“Yeah? You’re welcome, buddy. Anytime.” Stiles murmured while kneading his fingers through Isaac’s curls, knowing it made the wolf purr.

“Mm, I like it when we’re close like this. Not like, dating or anything, but like, this. You know?” His voice was soft, tired after the chores and walking around all day. Tired from the love nest session they went through.

Stiles hummed in reply, also tired but alert enough to reply. “Yeah, I get you.”

There was a pause between them, enough that Stiles thought they were done with talking and now was time for sleep. Eyes closed and just enjoying the orgasmic bliss of a decent fuck, when Isaac spoke up again, softer. Almost hesitant, as if he was going to be told off for talking about it. “Are you dating Peter? Or is he like… You know, like everyone else you’re with?”

It brought a smile to his face. The pack knew that he was banging Peter. It was hard to disguise anything with supernatural noses all up in his business, but when it came to feelings, a few of them were in the dark. While a few might have an idea, none of them even asked the question. Stiles chuckled tiredly with a slight bob of his head in a nod. “I’m dating Peter, we’re a couple. He doesn’t mind that I have sex with other pack members though, he knows it’s something I kind of need.”

With that question answered, Isaac hummed in thought and just went quiet after that. Apparently that was enough information for him to handle after blowing his load, and promptly cuddled closer. Snuggling. Bringing a leg up over Stiles’ and tucking himself against Stiles’ side like he always does. Something about scenting or other werewolf stuff, maybe it was just because Isaac liked to cuddle, who knows. Didn’t bother Stiles though, who just shifted as he wanted and drifted off, sated for now.

Kira was next, and she gave it her best shot. Doing all the things that they’d saved up from their online shopping. Their session came with a small sadness that she said it was unlikely that she might want to play with him again once they were off to university, even while they were coming back for their semester breaks and all that. She would want to be spending more time with her pack and her friends, her family, mostly Scott. Kira didn’t want to have the precious time she had in Beacon Hills be spent on fucking Stiles’ ass or electrocuting him.

While it was a bit sad, Stiles completely understood. Hell, they were all going to change when they went off to university. They were going to come back different people, with different ideas about life. Not everything was going to change, and even if it did, it might only be by a small margin, but it might be just enough that perhaps using Stiles like their own personal sexy toy was no longer in the cards for them. That was all good for Stiles. He too was working on making himself better. The therapy and all that, processing things. Not letting his addiction control him. Hell, he might come back to Beacon Hills only needing Peter to satiate him.

Then again, they were in the here and now, and Kira wanted to use her fun toys for fun. Sexy fun. All the sexy fun times.

With the sad shit out the way, hugs and everything, they got back to giggling like schoolgirls and digging through her little bag with the selection of toys that she wanted to use. Which was… Many things. Stiles wouldn’t lie that he kind of went through the wringer for their last time together.

Kira wanted to try different vibrators, different dildos ranging from all sizes and seeing if they would stick to random surfaces while Stiles could use them. Using nipple clamps and electrocuting them just enough that it would give Stiles a happy little zap and heighten the experience. She wanted to try a long distance vibrator using her phone, in Stiles mind, he thinks perhaps she was testing it on him so that she could perhaps try to use it with Scott, but that was Scott Territory and Stiles wasn’t going to say anything about it. It was fun though, he went downstairs to get a drink with a vibrator up his ass, just pouring a glass of koolaid and promptly fell to his knees as his ass lit up with super high vibrations. When he came back upstairs with their drinks, Kira wore a shit eating grin and asked if it went alright. She was a little shit, but it was still fun, and Stiles wasn’t going to lie that while it was a shock, it still felt awesome. They watched a movie with the vibrator in his ass and a vibrating cock ring around his junk. Obviously Stiles couldn’t sit still, that was kind of the point, and Kira couldn’t help herself from laughing every time Stiles jerked and jolting whenever she turned the device on and off, from a low hum to a high buzz right against his prostate.

After the movie, Kira wanted to try out a new strap on that she bought. Detachable, so she could use it on herself if she wanted to, or perhaps for other people. Or a certain person. Then again, Stiles kind of blanched at the look of it. Bright purple, with bumps all over it, curved up slightly, and long. It threatened Boyd’s size, that was for sure. God, it had to be like, eight, maybe nine inches long, could even be ten inches! Still, it was a beast. Stiles was so ready.

He got on all fours, sticking his ass out and shaking it to make Kira laugh, only to realize she didn’t understand how the damn straps worked. Turning back around and helping her figure out which strap went where, also getting lost and detouring their sexy time adventures to search online how the fuck this damn harness worked. Ah. It was inside out and backwards, well that made sense.

Once they were sorted and stopped giggling, Kira was strapped up and ready for war. Condom on the toy and slicked up, Stiles stretched out and back into his position, Kira angled the toy and slid right on in, right to the base. Oomph that was a long one. Taking Boyd up the ass was a mission, this was also a mission, but at least Boyd’s shifted a little or was a little more malleable, this was just hard silicone. Stiles grunted from the feeling and took a moment to adjust to the size, before giving a thumbs up and they were off and away. Kira grabbing Stiles’ hips and starting the pace she usually does. Obviously it was different to be fucked by someone with a strap-on. They weren’t used to fucking this way that sometimes it was a little awkward, then you ass the weight of the toys and all that random shit. Kira was getting used to the weight of the toy though, as she always does with her implements.

Soon enough, she was hammering into Stiles’ ass and making him see stars. The toy was thick enough that it rubbed all the amazing spaces in his ass, and the way the vibrator was curved meant that it bumped and brushed against his prostate with pretty much every thrust. Kira was attentive to his reactions too. Whenever Stiles made a breathy moan of pleasure, the kitsune adjusted her hips so that she could hit that spot again and again and again. It was a damn shame that Scott didn’t allow her to fuck him, because she was a damn natural at bringing a man to their knees. “Oh fuck, Kira, oh fuck, fuck, god, there, right there—!”

“Here? Here’s okay?”

“Yes, yeah –.” Even though she sounded so innocent, Stiles fucking knew that Kira was a bit of a brat and played into the part of the innocent fox when really she was a vixen. A damn vixen, with great hip thrusts. It didn’t take long for him to cum for the… Fourth? Fifth? It could have even been the sixth time at this point, Stiles kind of lost count. Nor did he care about the amount of times he saw the gates of heaven, so long as he got there in the end. Kira was having a great time as well, it seemed. Even when Stiles was tensing up from his own climax, Kira continued to thrust her hips and was also getting a little heated from it. By the time he came down and she was still thrusting, which usually she was pause a moment and try a new position, he felt he hands tightening on his hips. Her breath getting shaky, along with her thrusts jerking a little. Hell, he didn’t mind, groaning as his sweet spot was rubbing again and again.

Kira kept thrusting into him in that exact spot, but it didn’t seem to be for his benefit anymore, now it was almost as if she was lost in the feeling. Which made sense, because not even a minute later, Kira let out what could only be described as a keen. Her hips stuttering and finally stopping, vibrator deep in his ass and thrumming gently against his insides. She was panting heavily, even as she pulled her hips back and knee-walked away from Stiles on the bed to flop down and turn the vibrator off. “You good?”

She could only pant for a moment longer, giving a nod and catching her breath. Stiles sat up with a raised eyebrow, taking in the sight of her. She was flushed, panting, and not just from fucking Stiles with a silicone vibrator. “Did you just cum from fucking my ass?”

“Sorry…” She sighed out, turning her head to where Stiles was, already getting embarrassed about it. “It was rubbing just right, I couldn’t stop.”

“No no, that’s great! I’m glad this harness works for you, dude.” Stiles laughed, reaching out to give her a high five.

He didn’t want Kira to be ashamed about her own orgasm, gesturing her up and tightening the harness so it was closer to her pussy, adjusting the vibrator the best he could so that it fit snug against her clit. They tried new positions, just to test which movements rubbed Kira’s in all the right ways, how it felt, if it was enough to make her cum. It was like a diamond just came out the rough from their haphazard fun times, and neither of them were going to complain about it. Kira got to cum once more, shuddering out her orgasm while bucking her hips into Stiles while he was bent like a goddamn pretzel. It was well worth it to watch her face contorting into pure pleasure.

They high fived once more and Stiles left it hanging that the possibility of communication was endless, especially if she was having so much fun with the toy. If it wasn’t going to be used on him, perhaps she could find someone else that could have a great time with her and the strap-on. With that, he left her house feeling refreshed, achy in the best way, and quite smug.

Speaking of smug, Derek was last in line, so it seems. He was still going to pummel Stiles’ ass once more before he left, so technically he had him twice. Stiles wasn’t going to complain. He got to have his ass handed to him, thoroughly be overwhelmed in the alpha’s scent. Probably why he didn’t care about where he was placed. He made time for things that mattered, and apparently getting his cock wet was important. So. Voila, Derek was last, and he made sure Stiles remembered every detail of the alpha’s cock.

Thankfully it was on the time where most of the pack members had already left Beacon Hills to travel to their universities. Lydia was first to leave because she had to get there for something important, math-wise. Who knows what was going on in that place, but it was important to her, so they made sure to all say goodbye to her before she left. Jackson was the next to go and he waved the booked flight around like it was a prize or something, like yeah sure, go to England, what a great time that will be. He didn’t get to have a session with Stiles, but that was fine, the guy didn’t even want to have his name put into the list, so it was his loss. Maybe he could find someone else who would suck his cock and swallow his piss in England. Who knows, really. Scott and Kira were the next to leave after Jax, which kind of opened the floodgates of waterworks. Melissa was in pieces and she wanted to say goodbye to her baby boy so many times that they were nearly late to getting on the road. It’s not like he was going off to war, but a mother’s love couldn’t be contained. Nor should it be. With the pack members dropping out of Beacon Hills to continue their education, Derek needed to feel that connection with someone again, it couldn’t have gone more perfect.

He needed to show someone that he was still in charge. That no matter where they went in the world, that the bond between them all was still strong. Derek needed to cover someone in his scent, and Stiles was more than happy to volunteer all his holes to the service.

It also helped get Stiles out of Peter’s way, he was setting up their new apartment closer to Stiles university and the wolf had a very long checklist to tick. Stiles would have just been in the way, as he was often reminded. So, Stiles spent the entire day with Derek, giving Peter a much needed break to sort everything out. Their alpha knew that he had the entire day too and made sure that every moment was intentional. The moment Stiles entered the loft, Derek was there to bring the teenager into a tight embrace, cupping the back of Stiles’ head. It was probably one of the rare moments that Derek was vulnerable, and it didn’t last long, so Stiles just enjoyed the small amount of affection before everything went to Sexy Time City.

It wasn’t such a bad day to be honest. They watched a movie together; with Stiles between Derek’s legs, mouth stretched around the alpha’s cock and choking every now and again whenever the wolf raised his lifts to fuck up into the back of Stiles’ throat. A rough hand gripping Stiles’ hair to drag him up and down while he watched the screen, holding Stiles’ head down to fuck his hips up. The teenager could feel his cheeks stretching from the alpha’s knot, and purposely relaxed his jaw, knowing he wasn’t going to be moving around any time soon. They sat there, Stiles swallowing Derek’s cum, mouth stretched around his knot, for the remainder of the movie. At least Derek was nice every once in a while and pulled the ache out of his jaw whenever it got to be a little too much that Stiles would start shifting around.

Afterwards, when Derek softened down and the credits were rolling and allowed Stiles to pull free from swallowing mouthful after mouthful of cum, the alpha hoisted Stiles up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It seemed they were going to get to the main event now, not that Stiles was going to complain. Hanging there limply and watching Derek’s thick thighs going upstairs to his bedroom, the world turning as Stiles was thrown onto the bed. “Strip.”

“Yessir.” Stiles didn’t need to be told twice, yanking his shirt up and throwing it somewhere off the bed, kicking his shoes up and yelping when the wolf deemed that he was going too slow. Stiles slid a little down the bed as his trousers were promptly yanked down his legs and also tossed into the void for him to find later. Items were dumped onto the bed, lube, a packet of condoms – sometimes Derek would use them if he didn’t have to make a mess, which was no fun – and Stiles got to work opening up the bottle to pour some onto his fingers. They had a bit of a system that although Stiles was already more than prepared, Derek liked to know that he wasn’t going to hurt the squishy human in the pack. Needed proof, and Stiles didn’t mind a little extra glide. Rolling over onto his knees, Stiles bent over with his ass in the air, face into the covers and breathing in the musky smell of Derek while reaching his slicked fingers underneath himself to push two in with relative ease.

He thrusted his fingers in and out while Derek moved around behind him. He wasn’t going to say anything though, knowing that the alpha won’t make any movements to play until he deemed Stiles ready. The teenager spreading his fingers in his hole with a soft groan and sliding in a third, then a fourth. He was going to need it; no doubt in his mind that Derek was going to knot his ass and bruise his hole. Thrusting his fingers faster, Stiles rubbed his cheek into the sheets, eyes closed and just enjoyed the small sparks of pleasure when they rippled up his spine. “Alright, that’s good.”

With that, heavy hands were placed on Stiles’ hips, the bed shifting as Derek knelt on it and a hot body leaning over him. The sound of the cap snapping open on the bottle of lube, and then a thick heavy weight of the alpha’s cock smacking against his hole. Stiles knew by now how Derek operated; always wanting to be in charge, adored being begged during sex, he was the Alpha. “Please, put it in? Please? Fuck, I need that fat cock in my ass.”

“Yeah?” Derek murmured, cock thrusting against Stiles’ hole that made the teenager whimper from the barest amount of stimulation. He was goading, that was normal for them, but it still got Stiles hook line and sinker, every time. Stiles whined and tried to roll his hips to no avail from Derek’s tight grip, spreading his legs wider while gripping the sheets. While he wasn’t as submissive with Derek as he was with Lydia, he still allowed himself to relinquish control over to the alpha, knowing that Derek would take care of him and his needs. “Want me to put it in?”

“Yes, god, please? Fuck me, please fuck me.” Stiles whimpered out and was rewarded with his hole being spread wide by Derek, the steady glide all the way down until the wolf’s hips were flush against Stiles’. Every time, no matter how often they fuck, Stiles still can’t get used to how thick the man is. Long, too? No wonder everyone wants to fuck him. “Fuck yeah…”

Derek wasn’t much of a talker in bed, or anytime honestly, so it was normal that their encounters were Stiles making all the noise. All Derek did was grunt softly and make a comment here and there about movement, or asking if it was good. Which? Stupid question during sex, why he would ask a sexually addicted teenager if the current orgasmic sex was good, was beyond Stiles. It could have been just a way for Derek to ask if everything was alright without it ruining the mood, or perhaps he just needed to have some extra validation every now and again. It didn’t bother Stiles though, as he was being moved around like a ragdoll on the bed. Hips being pushed forward and dragged back by Derek’s strong grip. How Stiles would be bent in random positions that only made Derek’s cock thrust deeper into his hole. Legs up in the air over Derek’s shoulders or have his head hanging off the side of the bed while Derek hammered away. It was a lot, but every time Derek asked if it was good, there were no denying Stiles’ responses. “Yes! Yeah, fuck, fuck me harder! I love it, I love your fucking cock, god fuck yes, fuck my ass, alpha…!”

The obvious bonus of fucking Derek was that the man was a machine. He just didn’t stop, Stiles could cum at least five times before the alpha had one. His stamina was insane, it was glorious. The downside to that was when the time finally came for Derek to cum, Stiles’ back would definitely know about it for the next day or so.

Stiles enjoyed the moment; being flipped around to ride Derek’s hips. Bouncing up and down on that cock with his hands on Derek’s chest while the alpha bucked his hips up to help the ride. Cumming his brains out when the position changed to Stiles being bent like a damn lawn chair and his prostate being thoroughly abused over and over again. Cumming again, when Derek thought it would be a great idea to lift the teenager up and fuck him against the wall. Of course it was a great idea, plus it was even hotter to hear the harsh slaps of skin on skin reverberate around the room. Stiles wasn’t going to apologize splattering his orgasm all over the wall, not when he was seeing the gates of heaven from Derek’s cock hitting his sweet spot at such a perfect angle.

When Derek was getting close, Stiles could feel it. The thrusts were getting harder. Their new position was prime real estate for the teenager to be hanging off a knot for the next hour. Lying on the bed once more, head smushed into the mattress by Derek’s hand, while the other had a firm grip on Stiles’ hip. The alpha was grunting, hard puffs of breath and the pace quickening that the slam of the wolf’s hips jolted Stiles a smidge up the bed every time, until he had to reach out and grab the headboard. “Go on, come on. Fuh-fuck me, fucking–! Co-Come on, c’mon, gimme that knot. Fuuuck, shit, stretch that hole, fill me up…!”

Stiles continued to beg, his words disjointed from the force of Derek’s thrusts and he just knew he was going to need some ice after this. The drive back to Peter’s was going to be a fun one, that was for sure. “Alpha! Alpha, yes!”

With another last thrust, Derek was all the way in, holding Stiles down while he ground his hips that Stiles would only warble into the sheets below. Here it comes; the base of Derek’s cock thickening and stretching him out. His moans turning into pitiful whines of pleasure as his nerves were being lit up from the stimulation, while the alpha continued to grind and roll his hips to enjoy the feeling of a bitch taking every drop of his cum. “Nowhere to go but to take it all, that’s it.”

Stiles groaned when Derek finally came, thick ropes warming his insides up while his hole was stretched nearly to the limit. Turning his head to breathe while Derek started to stroke the skin of his back rhythmically, something the alpha seemed to always do whenever he knotted the teenager. It felt great, like he was praising his bitch for staying still and obeying the alpha. Whatever it was, it gave endorphins that Stiles could happily bathe in for however long it took for the knot to soften down.

They stayed attached together for a good while. Enough that Stiles could possibly make a joking comment about how he must look pregnant from so much cum being dumped in his ass. Derek just continued to give gentle grinds every now and again while he hummed softly, petting Stiles’ back and over his hair. When the thickness began to subside in Stiles’ ass, he knew to continue staying still until Derek pulled out. Maybe it was just a thing for the alpha to watch how overly stretched Stiles was and to witness to cum leaking out, or maybe it was a way for Derek to check that he hadn’t hurt Stiles. Even after the rounds they’d been through together, the man still checks. He drained the ache from Stiles’ hips and allowed the teenager to move, kneeling up while Stiles rolled onto his back and instantly moved a hand down to his stomach. “Fuck, man, that’s always weird but so fucking good, you know? Like, I can’t even explain it, it’s a great time. I love being fucked like that.”

“Shut up, Stiles.” Derek grunted out, as he got up from the bed. There was no venom in his voice, so Stiles didn’t take anything by it, just continuing to come down from the high of being used. They had plenty of time left in the day that no doubt in his mind he was going to be hanging from that knot again. Boy, Stiles couldn’t wait.

For the time being, Derek just simply wanted to relax and talk game plan. He had some of the pack to help out, but it might not be enough depending on the situation, and wanted to have something to fall back on. Stiles was always the brains of the operation, so the teenager leant back against the headboard as they talked strategy. If need be, the pack could always take a break from their schooling to join in on the fight. Stiles was happy to write down passwords to the bestiary for Derek to find, and the combinations so that whatever he was trying to find would be more accessible. He had a system, okay? It wasn’t just alphabetical.

The two of them must have been talking for hours about it. But, it seemed well worth it to see the tension from Derek’s shoulder subsiding. While he understood that the teenagers were just continuing the next step in their lives, it must have been hard to witness. The alpha was the anchor, it must be tough to be spread out throughout the country – or world, in Jackson’s case – that in a way he man probably felt like he had no control over his pack. Spread thin, not as much support as he’s used to. Needing to do something rather than just sit there with his dick in his hands. Well, Stiles was happy to hold the alpha’s dick for him.

Like Stile suspected, they did indeed go for another round. Or two. Maybe three, if the face fuck could be counted as a round. He guessed it kind of does, since his mouth was knotted once again. Moaning muffled around the thick meat in his mouth and crawling to follow Derek as the alpha stepped back towards the bed to sit on the edge of it. They fucked in the shower too, that was another round right there. Thank god Stiles doesn’t have to see the water bill, because they were definitely in there for over an hour, warm water raining down on the pair while Derek continued to hold Stiles up and grind his hips to elongate the pleasure of his thorough knotting.

When Stiles left the loft with another pat on the back from Derek, stinking to high heaven of the alpha’s cum – even after the shower, imagine that – driving back to Peter’s was a nightmare. He knew it would be, so Stiles was slightly prepared, with the jeep rumbling over the road only furthering to ripple a heavy soreness over his tender hips and lower back. Stiles went around potholes that normally he would just cruise right over, taking the elevator instead of the stairs like he usually did. When he knocked on the door, Peter took in the sight of Stiles. Bruised neck, bruised hips, limping slightly, but practically glowing from the sexual relief, the beta could only smirk. It was, after all, the plan to be thoroughly fucked. “Had fun, dearest?”

“Fuck yeah. I am in desperate need of a bath though, holy shit. Maybe a massage?”

“Of course, come on, let’s get you situated. Poor thing, what has my nephew done to you? My poor boy is such a mess…” Peter continued to tease while helping to frogmarch Stiles to the bathroom, drawing him a nice hot bath with special solvents that Peter constantly brought up would help with soothing the ache and relax the muscles. Please, the man was a goddamn werewolf from birth, what did he know about human aches and pains? Stiles wasn’t going to say that though, not when Peter’s hands were kneading the tension out of his shoulders and draining the ache out of his body.

He murmured softly while tending to his boy. The apartment has been bought. They were going to move in together while Stiles did his studies. It was lovely apartment complex with parking spots for them both, because no doubt Peter was going to bring along his own car to ride around in. Peter was smug while mentioning that the complex also had a gym and a pool should they have the time to join in on those, and the apartment itself was more than large enough to ensure that Stiles had his own office to work hard on his studies. It all sounded so glamorous and expensive it gave Stiles hives just thinking about how much it would be, but Peter was purposely put in charge of that, sparing no expense. He wasn’t the type of man to squat in a shabby room for the next four years, or longer, depending on where Stiles was going to be going further on in his studies. He just wanted Stiles to focus on being the best FBI agent in training that he could possibly be.

While it was hard, thinking that he would be moving to the other side of the country for a few years, he also understood that it was important for him. This was his dream; it’s what he wanted to do ever since his father brought it up. It also would be very handy to have someone in the FBI that would be in the know about supernatural creatures. Stiles also knew that once he passed – if he passed – then he would most likely be dotting around America, and would have to get used to not living in Beacon Hills as often as he was used to. This was hard; he would miss his dad a lot. He would miss being with his pack. Maybe his addiction would be too much for him during the stressful times of work. Peter might not always be around to help satiate him. This is why Stiles made sure to get a referral from his therapist to have someone in Virginia who could help continue him onto the right path of strategies to help him cope with his sex addiction.

They had everything packed already for the move, and now that Peter had already set up the agreements with the apartment, they just had to store it and move it. The whole moving process was stressful; they both knew it would be. With Peter trying to calm the teenager down into thinking rationally – what were they going to do, uplift everything into the jeep and drive across the country? Where was Peter’s Shelby 1000 Cobra going to fit in the jeep? Was he expecting both himself and Stiles to pack everything in their cars and drive? No no no, that wasn’t going to happen. On the other hand, Stiles almost blew a gasket at the thought of his baby being put into storage and just flying to Virginia. While it might have been simpler, it wasn’t what he was thinking at all when he thought about university. In the past, he thought about both him and Scott going on a road trip to their perspective university – mind you they also thought they’d be going to the same university – so the idea of it being handled without an inch of fun made it feel too overwhelming. Not even the small bribe of being in the mile high club was enough to persuade the teenager from his original goal. Instead, Stiles kept his foot cemented about wanting to go on the road trip. Sure, it was a fair way to drive, but that was part of the fun. Forty hour drive, where they could stop off and sight-see, maybe find a great place on the side of the road to fuck if they felt the need. Stop off at some motels for the night when driving got a bit too taxing, and most likely continue to fuck in said motel rooms. It was what Stiles wanted to do, and while Peter was cringing at the thought of that, they both came to a compromise.

Instead of one way or the other, the beta had put everything that they wouldn’t need into a storage unit, and have it shipped off to Virginia. Including, the Shelby. Everything else that they would need; electronics, couple days’ worth of clothes, toiletries yadda yadda, they would pack into the jeep and Stiles would drive. It would mean that the shipping would get there before the couple, but that was just fine, Peter had arranged for the unit to be sectioned off and set aside until both he and Stiles were there to move everything. It would also be a great way for Stiles and Peter to simply have some alone time. They wouldn’t have to think about Beacon Hill’s baddie of the week. They wouldn’t have to think about school or work or whatever little annoyance that would come up. They could just spend time together, in the car, driving along for a few days until they were at the other side of the country. They had plenty of time to enjoy the scenery since Stiles wasn’t due for the university for at least a week. It was perfect.

With that plan in place, and the goodbyes already complete, all Stiles had to do was say his goodbyes to his father. The sheriff cried, obviously, thinking about the possibility that the next time he saw Stiles, he might be an agent. Of course Stiles’ dad wasn’t going to let Peter off the hook either, giving him a stern talking that he was licenced to hold a gun and would chase the beta to the ends of the earth if anything happened to Stiles. Peter took it in stride, just giving the sheriff a pat on the shoulder and let the Stilinski’s get their hug in while attempting not to look so put out about having to sit in the jeep for the next few days.

Stiles gave his dad a hug, not caring if it was a little too tight and neither of them could breathe. He was doing this. He was finally going to college; he was finally going to be in the FBI academy. “I’m so proud of you, son. Your mother would be proud of you too.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me now, pop…” Stiles sniffed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve as the sheriff simply laughed wetly, and handed over a bag of snacks from the pantry that they might need for the ride. “I’ll call you when I get there, yeah? I’ll even video call you, so you can see the place for yourself.”

They moved out to the driveway where the jeep was packed with only the usual essentials. How a hairdryer and an entire bag of beauty products were essential, Stiles didn’t know, but Peter was adamant that they were indeed essential. Passing the bags of snacks to Peter so the beta could fit it in the car, Stiles gave the house a long look. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to see it again, but the thought remained that he wasn’t going to be able to just pop home whenever he wanted to. He would be on the other side of the damn country, with no one but Peter to help ground him. It was a daunting thought. “I want a call at least once a day, just to check in.”

“Alright, I’ll try.” Stiles rolled his eyes playfully at the order, getting a raised eyebrow in turn and quickly help a hand up as he clambered into the jeep. “Alright! Alright, one call a day. Twist my arm, why don’t you?”

Peter slid into the passenger side and went about setting up the music, while the sheriff took a step back from the car. Lifting a hand up with a wobbly smile as Stiles started his baby up and began the journey, rolling the window down and waving like crazy through the tears. They drove. Out of Beacon Hills, onto the highway. Continuing their new chapter of life, one mile at a time. They enjoyed the breeze from the rolled down windows, and Stiles laughed at the complaints from Peter about the snacks that they had to survive on until they could pull over for a meal. No doubt in his mind Stiles was going to be getting plenty of complaints about food; most of the time there weren’t any fancy five star cuisines on the corners of rest stops, or at motels.

They drove, with the duo swapping every now and again whenever they needed a break from driving. Just listening to the tunes that Peter put on, conversing with each other about what Virginia would be like. Pulling over whenever they were both tired and renting out a hotel room for the night. Peter was positively offended thinking about the possibility of having to spend one single night in a motel room. “They smell like bleach and poor decisions, my darling. No, I would much prefer a hotel room instead. I’ll pay for the luxury. They’ll have better food as well, better than the garbage you’ve been gobbling all day.”

Well, Stiles wasn’t going to complain when one night in a hotel room meant that Peter would lavish his mate with affection. While they both needed to sleep, of course they weren’t going to be doing just sleeping. The beta made sure that every surface of those hotel rooms were thoroughly used.

They drove, but obviously, Stiles had needs. At times, Stiles’ arousal was marinating in the jeep, enough that Peter had to demand that the teenager pull over onto the side of the road. The wolf didn’t care if cars were driving past as he manhandled Stiles into the back of the jeep. Peter didn’t give one fuck about the possibility of getting caught; he just made quick work in bringing Stiles to orgasm. With his fingers, with his mouth, with his filthy words, and with his cock. At one memorable point when they pulled into a pit stop in Tennessee, the beta practically dragged Stiles off into the brush to have his way with his boy. One hand over Stiles’ mouth, the other four fingers deep in his sweet little hole. Murmuring softly about how he wouldn’t want anyone to overhear him taking his boy apart out in the open like this. He needed Stiles to be quiet, even if he wanted more than anything to hear his boy screaming in pleasure. Neither of them wanted to get arrested for indecent exposure.

Stiles was pants down, cock hard and leaking, and bent over a cut down log with his shirt stuffed into his mouth. Clinging to the bark for dear life as his partner hammered into him with such inhuman speed it was as if Peter was carving a place there just for himself, deep in his hole. Claiming him completely. Peter didn’t stop that pace, grunting and letting out soft coos whenever Stiles came. He didn’t stop, chasing his own pleasure while bringing the teenager to orgasm again and again, and again. By the time Peter finally filled him with a burning heat, Stiles was a goddamn mess. Ropes of thick cum all over the side of the log, over the ground, Stiles’ legs were trembling and his face red and wet from crying. His prostate was rubbed raw and sensitive; his front was also sore and scraped from the quick movements over the wood, but when Peter helped Stiles up and wiped away the tears, Stiles simply gave his boyfriend a heated kiss. “Tonight, when we get another room, I’m going to ride your cock until your hips break.”

“Oh dear, quite a threat.” Peter simply grinned, helping Stiles into his trousers and attempting to get the boy to look as if he wasn’t railed within an inch of his life.

Stiles stood by that ‘threat’ as well, later that night. Bouncing on Peter’s cock not caring about how loud they were being. They were only going to be there for one night, who the fuck cared if anyone heard Stiles screaming Peter’s name over and over at three in the damn morning?

By the time they got to Virginia, it had been a road trip of Stiles’ dreams. He got fucked in every state they drove past. He got to check out some sights that had been in his itinerary for years, and try out different kinds of food that weren’t around in Beacon Hills. He got to spend time with Peter in a way that a simple plane ride wouldn’t have given them. Plus, they arrived with days to spare before Stiles was meant to start the university semester. They pulled into the apartment complex and Peter made sure to show Stiles the gym and the pool before making their way to their new home. It was grand, and spacious, and longing to be filled with their stored contents.

The couple got to work making this space a new home for them. Peter bringing a moving van for the stored contents while he made sure to drive the Shelby himself to his new parking spot, not wanting anyone to touch it and possibly ruin it. They had an office for Stiles but also made sure to have a miniature library in the room for whenever Peter wanted to come in and just hang out reading a book and being around his boy while Stiles studied. The kitchenette and living room was more Peter’s domain; with fancy cutlery and a delightfully new L-shaped sofa that Stiles thought was a little too much for the space. There was a rug and the flat screen and Peter’s potted plants in the corners, lamps with ambient shades to make the room look moody. A small coffee table; also new and fancy and donned with décor that Stiles wasn’t all that fussed with. The bar stools for the kitchenette was also fancy. Thick curtains with a thread count that Stiles didn’t even want to comprehend, so much money, just for some drapes. It all seemed expensive and fancy, but now that it was all finished, Stiles wasn’t going to lie that it did look like something out of a magazine. It was glamourous, and he was living here. Crazy.

Obviously, the bathroom was just as fancy with a new mirror and all of the many instruments of Peter’s beauty routine stored away in the cabinets. The bedroom on the other hand was more a mixture of both Stiles and Peter together. While it had that glamour and style from Peter’s wants and wishes, alongside his need to make sure that everything was pretty much in its place, Stiles ensured that his stuff wasn’t going to be bullied by the glitz of it all. His wardrobe – because of course Peter would make sure that they had two wardrobes – was packed to the brim and in complete disarray just as he liked it. Organized chaos. Same with his bedside table; so what if he wanted to have the lamp nearly falling off the side, so he could fit his laptop and his phone and a book, and the lube bottle. He needed all of them, they were desperately important to all of his bedtime needs. Peter’s side was more straightforward, and actually used the drawer. Nope, not Stiles, he wanted everything where he could see it, just splayed out. Though, it didn’t last long when Peter sniffed out that the drawer was used to store snacks for Stiles’ midnight cravings.

Did they christen the apartment? You bet they did.

They fucked in every goddamn room of this place. They fucked over the counter in the kitchenette. In the shower with Stiles up against the wall, and with Stiles hiked up onto the sink for Peter to plough into him like a fertile crop field. In the office, all cosied up together on the comfortable plush chair Stiles rode Peter, their lips never leave each other. Swallowing up their moans and enjoying the closeness. There were many times in the living room. Cuddled up together while watching a movie Peter fucked Stiles, slow and gentle. Up against the window fast and hard, Peter hammered into his boy. Laid out over the expensive coffee table, Peter ate Stiles’ hole until the boy was writhing and pleading to cum. Hell, they even fucked on the living room rug. Stiles’ voice jolting with every harsh thrust of the beta’s hips slapping into him. Against the wall, Peter held his boy up and plundered into him with abandon. Obviously the bedroom wasn’t immune to the sexual madness; that mattress had needed plenty of breaking in and the couple were more than happy to make that happen. All the positions, all the cum, sweat, tears, and slight splatters of blood from their happy play times. Nowhere in that apartment was safe from Peter and Stiles when they were in the mood. If the tides turned and they were both into it, they would just fuck right there and then.

With the referral to the new sex addiction therapist and the strategies continuing, alongside the grounding from Peter, Stiles was able to live a life that was fulfilling and satisfactory. Sure, it wasn’t the life he thought he would have, but it was his. He was able to continue studying, working on his goal to becoming an FBI agent, able to keep and strengthen a relationship with Peter, the pack, his father. There were times that Stiles would slip; relapse was normal with addiction, but Peter was able to hold him up. The joys of supernatural stamina made it so that Stiles’ urges were no match for the werewolf. Well, so Peter says, but Stiles noticed every now and again, that the beta would be sweating after round ten of a bedroom marathon. If Peter had to resort to a little blue pill during those times, Stiles wasn’t going to say anything, he was more than happy to just pretend that Peter was a sexual god. It did wonders to the beta’s pride and smugness.

Yeah, things were pretty fucking good. Studying, good. Relationships, good. Mental health, good. Addiction, manageable. Sex? Good. Real fucking good, great even. Stiles might even say… Perfect.