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If someone had told Stiles that he would end up living in the house of a werewolf who also works as a demon hunter, and with whom he would have sex on a daily basis. Stiles would have laughed right on their faces. Then he would ask them to tell him more about the sex thing with the werewolf. Because that is something he would believe, especially on a daily basis. After all, he is an incubus.
Still, even after almost a year living with the wolf, even Stiles found it hard to believe. Especially when Derek has treated him nice from day one, as if he were just another guest in his house. Regardless of the fact that the werewolf spent days chasing Stiles to hunt him down. And right there, he was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking the delicious coffee that Derek made, while the wolf was cooking breakfast for both of them.
Surreal.
Even so, he is glad to have left his home to see the Earth. It was a world full of possibilities and mysteries that his curiosity was eager to be satisfied, almost competing with his sexual appetite. Although his appetite was completely focused on the fried bacon the alpha was cooking, it smelled so tempting, making his stomach growl with hunger.
Despite being an incubus, Stiles didn’t necessarily need solid or liquid food to live. He only needs the energy that is generated in the sexual act, no matter how, that is always more than enough to live. But even so, the first time he tasted bacon or curly fries, he didn't know how he was living without them until that day. And not to mention the glorious coffee. God did something right. And it was to invent coffee beans and give humans enough intelligence to create such a drink. Stiles is needing to pour himself another cup.
“Isn't it that incubi don't necessarily need to feed on actual food? I have to go to the supermarket again to buy coffee and more food because of you”. Derek commented as he set the breakfast plate down in front of the demon, then setting his plate and sitting in his place, across from Stiles.
"You should have thought of that first, before inviting a demon into your house," Stiles replied with his mouth full. That Derek was an excellent cook was one of the many qualities that Stiles decided to be around the wolf. More than anything, because of the lots of hours of quality sex. Exclusively for sex.
They should have told him before that werewolves were sexual beasts, when he was in his demonic training.
"True". Derek replied with a small smile.
Fuck. That smile.
Derek was winning points in every aspect. Stiles had truly hit the jackpot with the werewolf. He was not just good at sex, but he was strong, wild, and had excellent stamina. But he also has a body that is to die for, masculine and big, full of strong firm muscles. And with an intoxicating aroma for the incubus. Bless his genes or his werewolf blood. Let not forget his face. Despite the fact that Derek always goes around with a frown, when he smiles, his entire face lights up.
Derek was the wet dream of many guys and girls. And the perfect meal for Stiles.
Well, the incubus didn't think of Derek as his food, at least not anymore. After all the time he's lived in his house. Could he consider him a friend? The wolf's hospitality wasn't something he can ignore, not after Stiles had so many hunters chasing him. It wasn’t like Derek was any different, they put up a fight at that moment, and Stiles found out that blessed bullets are a terrible pain in the ass. Literally, cause Derek did shot him in the ass.
But still, the hunter was benevolent, Stiles at the time did not want his mercy. Even so Derek explained that he was not a murderer, but rather abided by his family’s hunter code. When the people they protect are in danger, they will start the hunt. And it was at that moment that the demon understood why the wolf had harassed him with questions, when he managed to hold the incubus against the wall. Stiles hadn't killed anyone, he'd just sucked some life energy out of his victims, nearly literally draining them dry. But hey, no one was dead.
It wasn’t like it was his fault either. The reason he came to Beacon Hills was because he felt a strong life energy that left Stiles' body trembling with desire. The incubus might not have a sense of smell like werewolves, but they did have a strong perception to catch a potential victim in order to feed. The smell on that full moon night had left the incubus drunk with need. But when he wanted to find it, the trail just disappeared.
And the incubus wanted to taste it. He needed it . He couldn't deny that need.
So he sought to satisfy himself with others. And it may be because of that, he let himself be carried away with his hunger, almost taking the lives of some guys on Beacon Hills. But they weren't enough, none was as temptingly delicious as that energy that he had perceived a few days ago. He could not stop. That's when Derek arrived.
The alpha wasn't going to hunt him down but he couldn't let him go either. So a crazy idea crossed to the incubus’ mind. Since in front of him he had a man who chased him for hours without breaking a sweat, with superhuman strength, and greater resistance and energy than anyone else. Feeling a little playful and defiant, Stiles licked the gun pointed at his face, his body full of want, as he was cornered by the wolf's force, proposing the following.
Stiles would try to control himself and wouldn't attack anyone else, obeying the wolf's every command, as long as Derek satisfied his needs.
At the time he said that, the incubus thought that he would end up with several bullets in his face. But to his surprise, the wolf accepted. His eyes flashed red and a growl rumbled from his chest. Each time, that man kept winning more points of interest for the incubus, with each thing he did or showed. Well, also because in front of him, the demon had an alpha himself, an alpha werewolf. Stiles definitely had a certain fetish with danger and adrenaline, because instead of being scared of the alpha werewolf, he felt more aroused.
And maybe that was what Derek could pick up on in Stiles' scent, his obvious arousal and interest in him. Impossible not to be, after all Stiles had eyes and he couldn't ignore such a man in front of him, despite all the danger he represented. Even with a scowl or wolfed out, the incubus found him unfairly attractive.
Because of his very obvious interest, he could perhaps have tempted the alpha. Also cause Stiles was offering that he would follow every order the wolf wanted. The alpha’s eyes had glowed with that deep menacing red, and to the incubus it was a very possible sign that Derek had a fetish for dominance. And Stiles was on board with that.
It was the best plan Stiles ever had.
At first, Derek kept Stiles hidden from the eyes of everyone. After all, he had been contracted to hunt the “threat”, not to stay with it. But hey, they both came out winning, because the sex was incredible. It was seen that the Alpha had a lot of accumulated tension, cause in the first few times, it appeared that Derek wanted to exorcize the demon from the earth with his cock. Due to the force and wildness with which he fucked the incubus. And fuck. That dick, there was nothing imperfect on the wolf’s body.
When Stiles showed him that he knew enough magic to change his appearance and look human, the interaction between them turned out a lot easier. He also found out that the wolf has a strong fetish for marking, which Stiles didn't mind even though he wasn't owned by the wolf. But Stiles did like how the alpha gets when he can see his markings on the human skin of the incubus. Being possessive is their nature, and allowing such behavior just made sex a hundred times better. Stiles was addicted to the feel of that beard on his neck.
Still, the magic allowed him to get out of the alpha's little overprotection. The demon knew a little about Beacon Hills when he was looking for his victims. But he had never had the chance to walk it without attracting people's attention or having to hide from fearful eyes. Derek was still a bit protective, not wanting to stray too far from the incubus, which is kind of funny because he gets to play a few pranks on the grumpy wolf. What Stiles most enjoyed was being able to accompany the wolf to work.
Apparently, Derek was a very popular hunter, more than anything, one of the most recognized and in-demand hunters on the entire coastal territory of North America. Fame runs in the family. But Derek built his own path and had achieved that recognition with his own hands. Although his usual jobs were to deal with minor invasions or unknown threats, working alongside with the police department, serving as a consultant for supernatural cases.
Seeing the hunter in action was quite a sight to remember. Well, Stiles may be exaggerating a bit but it's in his nature to be horny at all times. And when Derek is involved, Stiles' entire body boils with desire. He lived it in the first person when he was chased by the alpha. The strength, the movement of his body, how his muscles tensed and relaxed, the way he fought and stalked his prey. The werewolf was quite the predator.
But to see it from another point of view, it was a whole different experience. Stiles could concentrate on how the hunter's massive biceps bulged. His face concentrated or angry, or even when he transformed to his beta shift. Paying attention to how carefully he lurked his prey and how he prepared to leap into action. It's also funny how he would get frustrated and unfocused when he could catch the scent of Stiles' arousal.
Meeting the alpha’s pack was also an interesting experience. What's more, the incubus can affirm that they got along pretty well in the first minutes of meeting. His favorite beta from Derek's pack was Erica, the girl was just as mischievous and had a sarcastic humor similar to Stiles. He could see how the alpha regretted introducing him when she and the incubus plotted to have fun at his expense. Boyd and Isaac were reserved but both were very nice. And Scott, that boy was the personification of a puppy according to Stiles. But he was sure that they can be good friends. Scott showed him the world of the comics and the incubus was totally caught up in the stories and men in tight suits.
Derek wouldn't look bad at all in those suits. Superman would be fitting for his big, muscular frame very well. Although he would make a great Batman too.
And Stiles was sure, even if the wolf would end up frowning or showing annoyance at the idea, he’ll oblige. Because he was that indulgent with Stiles. The incubus really won the lottery with the alpha. Maybe it was because the wolf is just as horny as Stiles, and that’s why he always goes along with his lustful desires. But it wasn’t a one-sided deal, because the incubus was also looking to please Derek.
After all, it was in Stiles' nature to fulfill the most forbidden and erotic desires of his victims. Because if his partner enjoys it to the fullest, it's better for the incubus. Cause the energy with which he feeds is more powerful that way. So whatever Derek wanted, Stiles was willing to experiment. Given that whatever he tried with the werewolf, ended up being great.
In reality, Stiles has come to believe that they were actually both victims of each other. Because the desires of both always ended up bordering on the nasty and brutal, so needy and yearning to be tested once in a lifetime. But even so, it became the hardest and roughest sex that he had in his life. That good it was, that it felt almost addictive. There are times when Stiles would like to spend all day sitting in Derek's lap, just being filled by the alpha.
It was that the alpha's cock was just the right size, filling the incubus exactly the way he needed it. Not to mention the amount of cum and orgasms that the wolf can have. It was so much and so feral at the same time. He knew that an alpha's seed was different, stronger and more potent, but the incubus found it almost addictive. The body heat given off by the werewolf was enveloping and warm for Stiles, who found himself yearning to feel it every day. And being able to enjoy touching and experiencing the strength of that muscular body is entracing.
That is why he was in search of knowing and learning all of Derek's desires.
Because even though the wolf couldn't deny his lustful and hungry nature, he was more reserved than the incubus. What Stiles has come to know about Derek was more from observing his actions and behavior than from the alpha telling him. That the werewolf likes to dominate and almost become a predator was very obvious in bed. The hickeys on Stiles’ body were another sign of his horny possessiveness.
However, even though Stiles has explicitly told the alpha to do what he wants with him, the werewolf still held back. Stiles thought it was due to his selfless behavior and instinct to protect. And the incubus is flattered by that.
But Stiles also needed Derek to let got all his desires and fuck him. Hard.
The incubus first decided to go with Lydia, despite her being a contract demon, she has lived and experienced much more of life on earth than he has. And in addition to having some "relationships" with some werewolves. He decided to ignore her warnings that coming close to a werewolf would be dangerous, especially if he was an alpha, and mostly if he could develop a certain attachment. Stiles didn't need lecturing from someone who didn't depend on having a dick in their mouth for a living. And damn, the incubus got hungry just thinking about Derek's big, heavy cock in his mouth.
Ignoring Lydia's disapproving expression, surely knowing what the incubus was thinking at the moment, he insisted that she should share her vast knowledge of her experiences. The redhead rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn't stop Stiles' curiosity until he was satisfied.
“Stiles, I need you to take this seriously. Werewolves are possessive by nature." Duh. The incubus already knew that. Derek had a strong fetish for marking his skin and scenting him. More specifically, marking him with his semen, all over the incubus's body, and that was… a little hot for Stiles. “That is tied to their instinct, the need to live and be part of a pack. It's not going to be just sex if a werewolf sees you as part of his pack Stiles."
Her reproachful tone meant that she spoke well from experience. Stiles knew she meant well. But the incubus was also sure that the terms were made pretty clear with Derek. They were just friends with benefits. A perfect invention for those who only seek pleasure without feelings involved.
But according to the information she barely blurted out. The possessiveness from a werewolf could trigger the instinct and desire to breed. It wasn’t usual but it could be a great possibility, that they have a breeding kink. Which may be most likely with Derek, an alpha werewolf. A healthy young alpha, with a pack and a stable home. And Stiles was totally on board with it.
Delving a little deeper into his research, he discovered that there is a bit more diversity in the hierarchy with which werewolves are organized. Scott was hesitant and noticeably uncomfortable discussing the subject with the incubus. Bless his soul. Too innocent for Stiles' perversion, but the incubus didn't give up. The information that the beta shared with the demon was quite curious, since it was something that happens very rarely and that are unusual cases, a werewolf can develop a secondary gender called omega. Which is very different from the omegas that are stripped from a pack.
The difference was their biology. Those omegas have a secondary gender, especially men, their body has adapted to be able to reproduce with a male alpha. In the supernatural mythology, in some cases, it was believed to be a miracle of nature. What was interesting to Stiles was how the omega's body seems to be suited for these cases. Sharing a certain similarity with the biological reaction from an alpha, that leads to their desire to breed, called: rut. The omegas go through what is called "heat". Their bodies are much more fertile in those moments, perfect to breed, even generating slick to facilitate the act.
Even so, it was interesting to learn that alphas go into rut at least a few times a year. In less quantity than omegas but the biological reaction has the same purpose. What was curious to him was that he had never seen Derek go through one. Scott timidly commented that the alpha could use suppressors, since as tempting as it may sound for the incubus, it is not usually very pleasant, just like the omega’s heats.
The beta explained that the main problem was the excessive lasciviousness and arousal, that it becomes painful, due to the extreme need of the body and instincts to breed and to perpetuate the species. Fever and muscle pain were some of the most common symptoms, but that didn’t mean it was less bearable. What was usually a much bigger dilemma, especially in cases like alphas, was the loss of control and clouding one's own judgment.
And that makes a lot of sense to Stiles. The times in which Derek has disappeared without giving any explanation, when he returned, he looked fatigued and the aroma that the incubus could capture was almost like a chemical. The alpha might have taken suppressors and even needed to lock himself up so he wouldn’t hurt anyone. Now he understood why when he asked if he could help with anything, Derek simply told him that it wasn't necessary, that it was dangerous and that he had it under control.
Again with his selfless gentleman act. A sexy and stubborn lonely gentleman.
As if Stiles couldn't and wanted to help him with his rut. Did Derek fall asleep in his Demons 101 class? The incubus has practically been born for sex. As if they were the embodiment of lust itself, their body and magic are adapted to fulfill whatever perversion they can sate their hunger with.
And an out-of-control, wild and gruff alpha Derek Hale, horny to breed, wasn't much to scare off the eager and curious demon Stiles. What's more, his ambition and excitement went through the roof. He thought he made it pretty clear that he has a kink for danger.
And Derek plus danger, made a hot and sexy combination.
So once again, Stiles came up with a crazy and risky plan. If the alpha didn't see how capable the incubus was of accompanying Derek in his rut, Stiles is going to prove him wrong. He was going to show the alpha that they could have the best wild, feral sex of their lives. The werewolf wouldn't have to control himself and depend on those medicines anymore. And that Stiles would be sated with energy for months. Also there was something in Scott's books called "knotting".
And Stiles needed to experience that firsthand.
~O~
Derek had a bad feeling as soon as he got out of the car, outside his house. Actually, it surely wouldn't be anything serious but… when Stiles is involved, the wolf doesn't know what to expect. The incubus has turned out to be a box of surprises but he couldn't deny that it had made his life a little more interesting. Despite the fact that many times it drove him crazy when the demon got himself into trouble. And that was the feeling Derek got when his senses picked up on the racing heartbeat of the incubus.
Taking a breath and exhaling through his nose, the alpha tried to steel himself with patience. He was coming from a job that left him utterly tired, with no energy to deal with whatever Stiles has come up with. Derek needed to relax. After all, he still hadn't let go of the accumulated tension from having to deal with the client. The woman blamed the alpha for the goblins that had broken their family antique silverware while the hunter was trying to catch them. She even demanded to speak to the manager. The wolf at one point thought of letting her deal with the little pest on her own, but the pay wasn't bad at all. And it would not be a good thing if they were to reproduce and start robbing all the houses in the neighborhood.
Although when he was at the door, looking for his keys, a peculiar aroma hit him, almost making him dizzy. His breathing became rough and his control over his shift was breaking. Derek had never felt like this. That aroma, he recognized it but he never imagined finding it in his own house. He took in and released the air, slowly, repeatedly, until he felt his fangs recede and his vision was not red. Although the wolf still couldn't stop the growls that rumbled from his chest.
"Stiles?" Derek called carefully as he opened the door. The aroma was now much stronger and once again made all his instincts tremble with desire. It was so sweet and delicious that he felt his senses cloud over. Hell, the alpha never expected in his life to ever get to experience that essence so pure and fertile.
Which made him worried.
Because Derek didn't know any omega. It was highly impossible that there was one in Beacon Hill and that it had just happened to come into his house. So the only option left was: Stiles. And God forgive him but if that scent was coming from the incubus, Derek doubted he could maintain control. His growls were getting louder and even his mouth was slowly filling with saliva. His body is eager to devour.
“ Is this what the scent of slick is like?” He thought as he went to his room. “ Fuck . Did the little demon get into my room smelling like that?” Filling a space so private and intimate for an alpha, with a scent like that, that was so tempting and delicious. Derek's cock ached in his pants just imagining that scent permeating his sheets. And then to be able to mix it with his own, to claim that body in his bed, as the incubus was asking.
Derek thought his brain melted as he opened the door. The sight in front of him was so erotic that it made him think it was an illusion. His sensitive senses were bombarded and stimulated by such a scene.
He doesn't know when he lost his leather jacket or shoes on the way to his room. But there was very little left for him to lose his self-control. Derek felt that his clothes were suffocating him and all his skin was vibrating with the lustful instinct. One that he never imagined feeling outside of his rut. The hunter was sure that the next one was still months away. So the only reason he felt like that was because of his body reacting to the stimuli, the instincts of an alpha waking up at the signals of an omega in heat.
But in front of the alpha, lying on his bed, there was no omega. Instead, it was Stiles. His reddish demon skin hidden under his magic, revealing a whole path of whitish skin sprinkled with moles. Looking more human and enticing than ever. Even so, the incubus didn’t hide his demon tail, which swung from side to side, like a provocative and inviting gesture. Derek couldn't wait to hold on to it tight as he fucked the incubus.
"Finally you are here." Stiles said in a husky but provocative voice, with his typical smirk. The alpha growled at the provocation. Especially when he saw one of his shirts in the demon’s left hand, which he brought closer to his face, breathing in the werewolf’s scent while slowly caressing his erection with the other hand.
Derek could come right there.
“¿ What are you doing ?” His voice was low, speaking through his fangs, almost like a growl. The hunter felt intoxicated with the scent of arousal and happiness that Stiles was giving off. He was pleased, pleased to see Derek.
That demon shouldn't play with a hungry alpha.
"Isn't it obvious? I was waiting and preparing for you." The alpha felt his throat go dry as he watched the hand which Stiles was stroking his erection with, slowly made its way to his rear. Long fingers caressing the soft skin, slowly dipping in and opening so Derek could watch as he slowly entered them. Derek's body went numb as he watched those fingers come out wet with the slick Stiles was producing. Unable to stop the loud growl reverberating from his entire body, when the incubus brought his wet fingers to his mouth.
“Seriously Stiles. What is… what did you do?” Derek couldn't stop his voice from shaking, being totally enthralled with the image of Stiles getting ready for him. Without realizing it, he had climbed onto the bed, cornering the incubus' body with his own.
It was not his best idea to breathe through his mouth, nearly choking with the strong and raw scent. A gasp, almost like a moan, escaped from the alpha’s lips. Stiles' scent was already intoxicating and enticing, but now it had that tinge of ripeness. The claws on his hands tore the sheet beneath him, his body falling over Stiles's. Derek was moving on pure instinct, directing his face to the demon's neck and simply breathing in the scent there. Making the incubus laugh at his reaction and because of the tickling of the werewolf's beard.
"Maybe..." the demon started but was interrupted by his gasp, which Derek caused by kissing and biting his neck "Maybe I want to show to a certain wolf that..." Stiles took a breath as he felt a scratchy hand squeeze his waist. "He can devour me at any time. Even when he is hungrier”. His naughty and sensual tone was accompanied by the caresses of his hands, running all over Derek's body, ending on the notable bulge in the hunter's pants and squeezing temptingly.
"Fuck. You shouldn't tempt a hungry wolf so much, Little Red ”. He threatened as his hands traveled hesitantly up the incubus's ass, gently squeezing those delicious ass cheeks. Derek couldn't understand how Stiles was able to do this to him, to have him shake like this just from his scent.
"Maybe that's exactly what I want." He said with a triumphant smile, listening to the wolf gasp, his hands hesitant not knowing what to do first with Stiles' body. Whether to mark his body, caress his erection, or try that lubricated entrance. "Don't be afraid, Derek. Don't be afraid to let go of your instincts. Let the big bad wolf out ”. Derek's growl only made the incubus satisfied by that reaction, to make someone so stoic to tremble at his words.
“You don't know what you're doing to me, Stiles. How dangerous it is." Derek's wet breath on his neck was making Stiles have goosebumps.
“I thought I had made it clear: Danger plus sex, it turns me on so much. And adding you to that equation, turns me on even more.” The incubus groaned happily when Derek's skillful and large fingers reached his entrance. The werewolf was pleased to feel how wet and open Stiles was for him.
"You're going to end up being the death of me." He growled in frustration, finally giving in and starting to mark Stiles's entire body with hickeys.
"Nothing better than dying having sex." The demon teased, earning himself a menacing bite to the inside of his legs. Wanting to make his intentions clear but loving the feel of Derek's beard between his legs, Stiles took the other's face in his hands, pulling him so they were face to face. “I'm serious Derek. For this I exist. And I don't want you to hold back anymore. I can even help you in your rut.”
The mere mention of it made the Alpha squirm, wanting to pull away but Stiles kept his grip firm. Derek’s brows furrowed and his eyes glowed red.
"Stiles, you don't know…"
"Can't you see it, Derek?" He started letting go of his face, but one of his hands gently squeezed the wolf's nape, bringing him back to his neck. "Don't you smell it?" His right hand taking Derek's, leading them to his ass. Making those thick fingers sink back into his wet entrance. "Don’t you feel it? How my body can be this ready and wet for you. So you can mount me like the alpha that you are. So you can breed me ”. Stiles said more slowly and provocatively, whispering the last words in Derek's ear.
The alpha couldn't take the provocation any longer, turning the incubus around, making him laugh at the hunter's desperation. But his laughter turned into a groan of approval as Derek buried his face in Stiles' ass, the werewolf’s greedy tongue devouring him hungrily. His hands clenched the soft skin, parting for more space, grunting with pleasure at the pure, sweet taste of the incubus' slick.
The question of how Stiles made this possible was buried deep in his mind with the desire to taste more and more . Later Derek would have time to ask him, right now, he had his whole body and his instincts, trembling and demanding more of the incubus. His hunger only grew stronger with Stiles' encouraging moans, his hands gripping the alpha's hair and pushing him further, begging him not to stop. The wolf enjoyed having him like this, being able to open him like this, scrapping the sensitive skin with his beard.
"It's n-not necessary." Stiles gasped as Derek slowly inserted two fingers into him. Opening gently, stretching him out to receive the alpha’s cock. "I'm ready for you now." The werewolf was pleased to hear him like this, to hear the " ready for you ”.
"I'll decide when you're ready." He growled, gently biting the incubus's ass. But the devil was right. Derek watched completely captivated as Stiles received his fingers, how wet he was, producing more slick each time Derek thrust into him. The alpha never thought to have such a sight in front of him. "Now let me enjoy my food." He whispered low, licking from Stiles' lower back to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites.
The incubus trembled subtly at his touch. The alpha could see how that skin shivered with pleasure, feeling proud of being the one causing those reactions. Stiles was always sarcastic and provocative, constantly with a smug smile and no shyness at all. But now, to be able to have the demon like this, trembling under his body and practically begging for him, was a completely satisfying sight.
Stiles cursed when Derek added a third finger. The stimulation was too much but still not enough for his needy body. It was thanks to the nature of his magic that he could emulate a heat and to experience what it felt to be on one. It was like a burning heat that consumed him from his inside. And the only thing that could calm him down and satiate his thirst was Derek. Even when he couldn't feed from his victims, Stiles never felt that way. He hadn't imagined it would feel like his entire being was on fire with the desire to be mounted, to be filled by an alpha.
And to have one cover him with his warm, strong body. Penetrating him with his big, thick fingers, and preparing him for his cock. Made his need even stronger. Even more that Stiles had already seen and felt it. He knew how big and wide the werewolf's dick was. He needed it. He needed Derek inside of him. Now. He begged the alpha to fuck it and fill him at once.
“Look at you, so eager to receive your alpha. Is that what you want, Stiles? Do you want your alpha to fill you up and get you pregnant?" Derek's words were almost unconscious, he never thought of himself as the incubus’ alpha. But at the time, it sounded so good, like it was right.
"Fuck me already, you bastard." Stiles meant to sound threatening but Derek's skilled fingers were attacking his prostate. His aggressive tone ended up being broken up by his moans.
“I like that you haven't lost your attitude yet.” Purred the alpha happily, leaving a last bite on the incubus’ shoulder. The little gasp that he let out only made the wolf smile. Moving away from the trembling body, to see his work, to appreciate all that white canvas with moles, now painted with his markings. “But since you've been so good today. Behaving like a good omega, preparing for his alpha. I'll give you what you need."
Stiles wanted to respond sarcastically to the last thing Derek said, but his mind went cloudy at the sudden feeling of emptiness, when the wolf's fingers left him. But it was replaced by a bigger pressure at his entrance. “ Fuck yeah .” Stiles panted, feeling how the big head of Derek's cock slowly penetrated him.
The alpha took his time, hoping Stiles gets used to his size but also wanting to enjoy every second. Feeling how tight the incubus still was , despite how much he played with it. But at the same time, his cock could slide in so easily, because of how wet and lubricated Stiles was for the hunter. His left hand grabbed Stiles's waist, pinning him to the bed, making him stop moving so he could penetrate him at his time. His other hand grabbed the incubus's tail, causing him to let out a high-pitched moan. The demon was annoyed and desperate that the werewolf wasn't fucking him at all.
But Derek was hypnotized watching how his huge cock was received by the warm channel. It was as if Stiles' body was on fire, the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable, feeling the demon squeeze him, who was begging for the alpha to fill him. Saliva accumulated in Derek’s mouth when he saw how the slick slipped between their bodies. It was as if Stiles's body begged for more, born to receive the alpha and only him.
“ Damn… Derek ”. Stiles grumbled, finished with moaning his name. The incubus anger was barely visible as he took pleasure in being tortured so slowly. He had it coming, he had provoked the hungry wolf.
And as good as it felt as Derek slowly entered him, feeling that cock slide painfully slow but opening him even more, it still wasn't enough. The incubus’ body was asking for more . And that wasn’t the fake heat. Stiles always liked it rough and hard, it was always how he needed it, how he felt satisfied.
"I did not hear you. What did you say, omega ?” The tone was low and authoritative. The hand that held him from the waist traveled down his back until it reached his neck and squeezed him there, burying him further against the bed. Stiles knew that if he turned around, he would be able to see the alpha shifted, his red eyes glowing. The incubus smiled to himself, despite the fact that his body trembled at the authority that the alpha was exercising over him, he enjoys it when Derek gets like this.
“ Alpha. Please ”.
That scene would remain engraved in the alpha's memory. Stiles with his face completely flushed, his breathing agitated with those tempting lips open. Looking at him over his shoulder, his eyes cloudy with desire. All whitish skin, marked by his kisses and bites. And to think that under that appearance, there was a mischievous and provocative incubus, always challenging him. But right now, he was begging for Derek.
The alpha felt a desire burn in his chest, his heart pounding and his throat going dry. There is so much he wanted to do with the demon, to make him his in so many ways. Derek never imagined he would sink so deeply into his lust. “Is this maybe how it feels to share my rut with someone? ” He thought as he silenced Stiles' moans with kisses.
"It's fine. I got you”. He whispered, taking pity. Knowing that the incubus was just as hungry as he was. And the wolf no longer wanted to play. For the first time, he believed that he deserved to break free a bit and let go of his control.
"Fuck. Yes. Yes. More". Stiles started to whisper as Derek began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. The view below the werewolf was so captivating. The body of the incubus moving along with him, generating more slick to receive him without problems.
The alpha tugged the devil's tail that he had clutching in his right hand, causing Stiles to bend over, raising higher and groaning with pleasure. His tail curled tightly around the alpha’s arm, as if he didn't want to let him go. Derek smiled at that reaction, wanting to appreciate the flexibility of the incubus more. With the hand which had the incubus pinned against the sheets, he grabbed Stiles's throat and pulled him against his body. Stiles let himself be manhandled without complaint, his body arching perfectly.
“So good and open, only for me ”. The alpha praised, burying his face into the conjunction of the demon’s shoulder and neck. Enjoying the scent of pleasure on Stiles, and how his scent was beginning to mix with the incubus’.
His chest rumbled with growls of satisfaction, letting himself completely give in to his instincts and losing control of his shift. Just letting it happen. Leaving his more animal and primal side of him, take what he wanted so much since he saw Stiles like this in his bed.
Derek didn’t stop the howl of pleasure that he let out, echoing throughout the house, while he began to thrust with more force. Wanting to be heard as an alpha claiming his omega. And although a certain part of his conscience knew that the incubus was not an omega, that the heat was not real and that Stiles was not his either. His instincts told him otherwise. It felt right, the feeling that burnt in his chest. And to have Stiles like this, under him, united.
The alpha’s arms encircled the incubus possessively, closing any distance between them. Holding him and completely surrounding him with his body, against the sheets. The incubus groaned in surprise but didn’t stop him from continuing praying for more. Derek’s thrust began to become more violent and needy, his mind completely clouded with the desire to mark and take.
The grunts and panting of the alpha were getting Stiles's cheeks wet, who was looking to kiss him, nonstop begging and chanting Derek's name. That was music for the werewolf’s ears, feeling drunk by the incubus’ pleas. Stiles felt the same way. His entire body trembling from the waves of pleasure he received every time his prostate was getting rallied by the alpha's huge cock. The sex between them was always like that, wild and rough, especially the hatesex in the early days. But this time it felt like so much more.
There was a feeling that tightened the incubus’ chest and he didn't know what it was. He couldn't recognize that emotion, but it was as if his whole being was trembling from so much pleasure. His chest was suffocated and the air was not enough for him. And all that anxiety that Stiles was feeling, that longing for more , could be calmed down only by Derek.
That feeling was something, it wasn’t because of the false heat, nor his body feeding on the energy of both of them, nor the lack of control with which the alpha was attacking. No, it was something more that he didn't know. But in that moment, it was an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Overloading his senses and clouding his consciousness.
Stiles never thought he would feel like this. So overwhelmed and yet so deep in a state of bliss. He had never been the one to beg his victims but now, he could not stop his pleas. He didn’t know what to ask anymore, his senses so clouded. Even so, the incubus could not stop calling Derek’s name. As if the only thing his body will need, it was any longer the energy which he feeds on, but Derek. He just needed Derek.
And the wolf could feel it too, as the incubus was imploring for him, begging for something that only the alpha could give him. But he didn't know what it was. His thrusts were getting stronger and desperate, both choked with pleasure, and still it wasn’t enough for either of them. Instinct screamed what he needed to do but Derek couldn't think straight. His senses and consciousness clouded with lustful ecstasy, flooding through his body. That feeling growing because Stiles' moans, from how good it felt with their bodies together like that.
But that desire that had been hidden deep within him, that he simply decided to ignore, was released when Derek let himself be carried by instincts. The body of the werewolf did know what he wanted, what the "omega" was asking from his alpha. Resonating more strongly through the alpha's whole body, the impulse to bite and claim what was his.
And part of him was screaming that he shouldn't, his rational part being held back by his more impulsive, primal side. Although, all his senses told him that it was the right thing to do. Because a werewolf would never be wrong with that. Despite that he thought that it was impossible or that Stiles wouldn’t believe it. They, like this together, that was how it should be.
That only thought, them together, was what brought Derek to orgasm. Simply giving in to his primal side and letting all the pleasure hit his whole being, hard, howling in ecstasy. He couldn’t stop the impulses and needs of his body, nor did he come to imagine it would happen, the base of his cock swelling and growing even larger in the demon's tight channel, locking their bodies together. Derek's whole body trembled at the sensation of his knot forming.
Stiles never thought to hear the alpha whimper like that. Or that Derek's cock would get even bigger. It was already big, but now the incubus felt like it was going to break him in two. And yet it felt so good and perfect. That pressure was filling him in the right way, that he longed for and needed so much. Unleashing the strongest orgasm Stiles had in his entire life, and he's had many, but never like this. Running out of air.
The only thing that could be heard in the room were their heavy breathings. And the strong heartbeats of both, in the werewolf’s ears.
Derek let out a shaky moan as another wave of pleasure hit him, coming again into the demon's already tight channel, filling it more and more with his seed. The thought of leaving Stiles so full of his cum, marking him in such a way with his scent, left his body weak and made all his skin shiver, feeling like he might cum again.
" Fuck Derek . When I said to you to fuck me and breed me full, I didn't think you'd take it so seriously." He said hoarsely, laughing when the alpha moaned again and came inside Stiles. The wolf could not understand how Stiles could be so calm, taking his knot so well, despite being his first time, looking smug and satisfied. Well, it was an incubus after all.
And fuck. Derek realized that he had just knotted the demon. He always thought it was just rumors or impossible. There were very few situations in which it could happen. And the alpha knew very well why it had happened, despite controlling the need to claim him with his bite, he couldn't stop what his body needed and asked for.
It was something that he never imagined he would ever experience, even less with an incubus. Too complex to think about with his pleasure-doped brain. Derek knew that at some point, he will have to discuss it with Stiles. But now, he just wanted to enjoy the moment, have his bodies so close, Stiles in his arms. To enjoy the feeling that that was how it was meant to be.
"It's funny that you got all snuggly when just moments ago you seemed to want to exorcise me from Earth with your dick." Stiles laughed as Derek pulled him into his arms, rubbing his face into the incubus's neck and smelling their scents together. "It is adorable". The demon whispered, kissing one of Derek's hands that was on his chest.
And the slight insecurity that Derek felt a moment ago was disappearing. The conversation would be pending for later, but not now. Now he had a feeling that everything would be fine.