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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      teen_wolf_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Jackson_Whittmore, Vernon_Boyd
  Additional Tags:
      alternative_universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Knotting, cheerleader
      stiles, Jock_Derek, Implied_Mpreg, Stiles_cries_during_sex, Slut_Shaming,
      Size_Difference, Size_Kink, Stiles_wears_a_skirt, Panties, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-20 Words: 3385
****** Bring It On : All or Knotting ******
by heartyhales
Summary
     Stiles Stilinski is the school slut. A pretty little omega that will
     bend over for anyone. The way he parades in short skirts, jumping up
     and down, everyone can see how much of a slut he is.
     Right?
Notes
     I blame the assbabies twitter gc for this honestly, but also i
     couldn't finish it without them.
     And bar, I blame bar a whole lot.
     This is heavily ib by hc's from here:
     https://twitter.com/heartyhales/status/967941203965726724?s=21
     And also some amazing art from haze :
     https://twitter.com/hazediblaze/status/974687023671009280?s=21
According to Jackson Whittmore, Stiles Stilinski was the biggest slut known to
man. A little omega bitch who was gagging for a knot.
According to Jackson Whittmore, Stiles Stilinski was a wolf slut who got the
wettest under a Were, whether it was an alpha, beta, fuck even omega.
But then again it wasn't just Jackson. Everyone thought it. Stiles knew
everyone did, being an omega on the cheer squad you got labelled instantly. It
also really didn't help someone had overheard him, going into heat early,
fingering himself in the bathroom. Hell, it wasn't like anyone talked to
Stiles, and he sure as Christ wasn't going to start up the first conversation.
" Stilinski's fucking gagging for it, should have seen him when Boyd wolfed
out, could smell how wet he was for miles."
It was cruel. Mean. Horrible. Whittmore. The exact reason Stiles was currently
holed up in the bathroom stall, terrified to leave. Sure, maybe if Scott was
with him he might not have been as scared to stand up for himself, but why put
himself in pointless danger. It would never change Jackson's mind. So he sat,
listening to how brutally they spoke about him, fists clutching the pleated
skirt. Practice was in fifteen minutes, but he knew lacrosse didn't start for
twenty. He'd have to leave while they were there.
"Don't be jealous because you can't get an omega to even look at you."
Oh.
Oh. That was.
Derek Hale.
Okay, maybe Jackson was right about him being a wolf slut. For one wolf. He
might not have had sex with Derek, or anyone, or even ever spoke to him, but
fuck he haunted Stiles' heat dreams. Captain of the lacrosse team, son of Talia
Hale, head Werewolf Alpha of Beacon Hills, omega heartbreaker and owner of the
most gorgeous green eyes. Stiles could literally write sonnets about his eyes
and here he was, sticking up for him.
Kind of.
It made his heart swell, a soft smile on his lips. Curse being an omega. And
then his good mood crashed.
"Even if he is a little omega bitch." Well, Derek sticking up for him didn't
last long. The thought of Derek actually protecting him make his heart flutter,
blush staining his lips. He couldn't help but let out a giggle at it, before he
realised what he'd done.
" Shit that omega slut is in here, isn't he?" Jackson, again. His sneer made
Stiles whine and curl his legs up to his chest, praying he could hide. He knew
it didn't make it any better, could even smell himself, the fear. As much as he
tried to not be the typical omega, he still was.
But even if he was a typical omega, he could still try.
Looking back at it, his next move, probably the most idiotic.
He had no clue where the energy came from but he just bolted, shoving the stall
door straight into Jackson Whittmore's asshole face. Plan A, perfected. Now to
escape- woah shit that's firm damn, oh fuck. He hadn't expected to nearly brain
himself running into Derek's very....very hard chest. Like fuck dude how much
do you work out, you can work out on top of Stiles any day of the week.
And fuck, he's even better up close. And those eyes. It takes feeling himself
getting wet to snap out of whatever trance he's in. The first thing that hits
him is the smell. Fuck the smell. Maybe because it's programmed into him, maybe
because he's him, but Stiles could roll around in the scent of alpha's all day.
And here he was, basically drowning in it.
It really didn't take a genius to work out that he'd just gone into heat. Just
his fucking luck.
He could feel the slick drip down his shaking thighs, soaked through his
panties. He could feel the heat of three alphas and two betas. He could feel
the heat radiating from Derek. He could feel their eyes. Derek's eyes. Red, not
their usual green, equally as beautiful.
" Get out, now." It was a growl, between sharp teeth. If there was one thing
Derek was known the most for, it was his self control. But Stiles just couldn't
move. "Omega leave now!" Oh, alpha voice. Shit, he could have come in his pants
right there. But that snapped him out. His eyes filled with tears, he upset his
alpha. With his bottom lip wobbling, tears started to fall, fear growing with
the scent of alpha's that weren't Derek. When his tears fell and with a blush
that stretched to his thighs, he nodded, feet moving quickly. He needed to
leave.
With one last look behind him, he only saw Derek, the rest of them disappearing
into the background.
" Yes, alpha."
And yeah, Stiles would be lying if he didn't say he came in his pants the
second he heard that approving growl.
---
Okay, so maybe Stiles hadn't gone into heat. Not exactly. False heat, they
weren't rare but Stiles hadn't had them before. They were brought on by the
entrance of a perfect Alpha. One that was strong, one that would give him
healthy pups. It didn't take a genius to work out that was Derek.
Derek.
Fuck.
The hours Stiles had spent jerking off thinking about his alpha. The alpha.
Hell, he'd spent three hours the night before riding his fingers and begging
for his knot. It made him feel shameful. It was better to just try and forget
the captain, or else Stiles was going to end up with wet panties again; maybe
even seeing the lacrosse team as a whole would do that. There was a certain
thought that involved a lot of knots and a lot of come, and stayed way too long
in Stiles' mind.
He wasn't like that. He was nice, well tried to be. He wasn't a slut like
Jackson said, he'd never even kissed anyone before. Even the thought of it made
him blush.
Kissing Derek.
Woah.
Stiles let out a soft whine, blush spreading down his neck. He ignored the
stare of a nearby beta, just trying to get to practice, and fast.
And he would have been. If it wasn't for Jackson and his friends.
And Derek.
Derek, who caused his stomach to flip and his heart to flutter. Derek, who was
the perfect alpha in every way. He was big, huge. So much bigger than Stiles.
Better to hold him down.
Stiles looked down immediately, letting out a soft noise. He could hear the
cheer squad, not that far from where he was. He was so close. Then-
" Look who it is, omega whore. God look at his little mouth, can't even stop
licking those lips for a second can you?" It filled Stiles with shame. All he'd
tried to do was keep his head down. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to join the
cheerleading team, but he wanted to. " Hang off anyone's knot, wouldn't you,
slut?"
Stiles raised his head, looking for any kind of help. His eyes met Jackson's
sneer, Derek's smirk, and Boyd looking apologetic. " Why don't you just fuck
off, Whittmore." With his bottom lip wobbling he turned, intent on leaving,
heart pounding at the force of standing up to an alpha. Stiles' knees wobbled.
He was a horrible omega. Who spoke back to an alpha that way.
He was stupid to not expect the hand that gripped his arm.
" Jackson! Get off!" He pleaded, glaring at the alpha digging his nails into
the soft skin of his bicep. Stiles panicked, letting out whines, the scent of
fear growing and enveloping them.
" Submit you stupid whore!" At the alpha's growl, he whined louder, tears
falling down his cheeks. He panicked more, crying loudly now. " Stop fucking
struggling." Stiles' eyes pleaded with the other players, eyes catching
Derek's. Who was still smirking.
It made his chest hurt. Derek was his alpha, he was supposed to protect him.
Stiles cried harder, at the feel of Jackson's hand sliding beneath his skirt,
playing with the lace hem of his panties. " Such a little omega slut, gagging
and begging for a knot. That's what you need isn't it little Stilinski, need a
big alpha knot." A shiver ran up his spine, as Jackson's hand slipped under his
panties, fingers rubbing over his hole.
The sobs grew louder, as Stiles pushed at Jackson's chest, staring at Derek.
Please alpha. Help me. He whimpered as Derek visibly tensed, at the sight of
the other alpha touching him. He moved so fast that Stiles didn't even notice.
One minute he felt the warmth of a hand on his ass, the next, Derek was pulling
Jackson away, growling and eyes red.
And oh, that was definitely slick. Shit, he was wet. He was in heat, for real
this time.
Derek growled again, glaring at Jackson. " Fine, omega's yours." His alpha let
the other go, before Jackson grinned. " He's gagging for any knot though." And
with that Jackson's nose was broken.
Wetness ran down his thighs, soaked through his underwear, due to the show his
alpha put on. He could feel the heat of his cheeks, breathing coming out in
shallow pants. " Alpha, please." It was a shameless whine. Hell, he thought it
was even the first time he'd spoke to him, but fuck he wanted to be bred.
Whiskey eyes met red, and then he was over his alpha's shoulder. Tears rolled
down his cheeks, as he gripped Derek's back, writhing in his arms. Stiles let
out a whimper, Derek growing in response. God, he was fucking soaked. He
watched as the other's retreated, wait, no, as Derek walked away from them.
A burn began in his stomach, as Stiles smiled, thinking of his alpha carrying
him away to hide from others eyes. His alpha was going to breed him so well,
was going to treat him so well, treat him like a goddess.
And then Derek dropped him.
It wasn't the most graceful, but...He was under the bleachers. Derek Hale, his
alpha in shining armour, was going to breed him, under the bleachers, where
there were currently people watching the cheer practice.
He couldn't even focus, thinking about how his alpha had let him down. He
wanted to be cared for, to be loved. Stiles felt the warmth of Derek's large
hands on his hips. Large. Big. So much bigger than him, big alpha who was going
to breed him. He let himself be rolled onto his stomach, his alpha moving his
pliant body with ease.
As much as he needed it, needed his alpha's knot, he was crying. Sobbing, tears
rolling down his face, thighs shaking. That's when he felt Derek freeze. Stiles
felt his body being rolled over, but hid his face in his hands, sobs wracking
his body.
" Shh, hey baby, come on little one it's okay." With the kind words Stiles
opened his eyes, greeted with a sight of Derek he hadn't seen. Him being
gentle. His face was relaxed and open, thumb rubbing circles on his knee. He
couldn't help but let out another sad whine, which made his alpha's brows
furrow, hand raising to cup his cheek and catch and falling tears. " Good boy,
omega, my gorgeous boy."
Stiles let out another whine, this time for his alpha. He could feel his slick
pooling between his thighs. With a soft smile, Derek parted his thighs. God, it
was so embarrassing, the way Derek was staring as his soaked panties, hunger in
his eyes. Stiles blushed, carrying all the way to his thighs.
" A-alpha..." It was soft, quiet. Barely audible. But Derek wasn't listening.
No, instead he was sliding down Stiles' panties, eyes trained on his slicked
hole.
God, it was shameful.
What was even more shameful was how fucking good his alpha's tongue felt
against his hole. He let out a moan, a sob, which was a miracle, as no one
heard him. But shit, if they had it was worth it for the satisfied smirk on his
alpha's face. A hand cupped over Stiles' mouth, Derek winking. " Keep quiet for
me baby, okay?" And with that he continued to eat his omega out.
And god, Stiles loved it.
As much as he wanted to follow orders from his alpha, he was too far gone, mind
clouded with thoughts of being bred. The whines of "Alpha" were muffled by
Derek's hand, while Stiles arched and ground down on his tongue. His fingers
dug into the soil, as his thighs shook, and with a sob, he came, riding his
alpha's tongue.
Between his lashes, he stared at Derek, who was grinning and rubbing Stiles'
come into his stomach, licking his thumb and tasting his omega. " Knew you'd be
a slut, baby. I hear what everyone says about you. Jump around in those
adorable little skirts begging for any alpha's knot, huh?" It made his stomach
hurt, his alpha saying things like that. It wasn't true. He wanted to be a good
boy for Derek, let Derek breed him and knot him, no one else.
With a sad whine, Stiles sat up, heat stated for at least a small amount of
time. " No one else, Alpha. Never been anyone. Jackson made it up, I've never
even kissed anyone I promise Alpha.." His voice was quiet, louder than before
but still quiet. But overall, it was desperate, he was desperate. He reeked of
panic at the idea his alpha would hate him and leave.
Derek's smirked dropped.
He hated him. He hated his omega. That was it. He was stupid, ugly, not like
the pretty omegas who grabbed everyone's attention. Stiles was on the verge of
sobbing again when he felt lips touch his own and god, they felt good. He
whined into the others mouth, shyly touching Derek's tongue with his own. He
had no idea what to do with his hands, instead choosing to grip Derek's jacket.
Experienced wasn't the word he'd use to describe the kiss. Stiles was the
world's biggest virgin, but Derek? Derek invented kissing. Of course he did.
The amount of omega's Derek had, Stiles couldn't count them with both his
hands. He let out a soft moan, as his alpha dipped his head lower, marking his
neck.
Blush enveloped Stiles' cheeks, tear streaks drying, but his bottom lip still
wobbled. " That was my first kiss..."
More slick dribbled out of him, as he ground his hips up with a whimper, Derek
sucking and biting a claim along his neck. " Alpha, fuck, Alpha, need your knot
please." But Derek didn't stop. He needed to be bred how didn't Derek
understand that. " Alpha, breed me, come on." Stiles pleaded, tears catching on
his lashes.
With a chuckle Derek pulled away, mischief dancing in his eyes. Stiles moaned
as Derek licked tasted him on his lips, then he realised with a blush.
Derek's chin was dripping with his slick. He was that wet for his alpha.
Stiles arched with a whimper, at Derek's thumb, playing with his little hole,
teasing the rim. God, it made the pool of slick, now mixed with his alpha's
saliva, grow beneath him.
And then he felt it, his alpha's dick, pressing against his thigh.
Oh. Oh.
Derek's dick was; well it was hard to put into words but one would be...huge.
God, his knot's going to be bigger than his fist.
He'd dreamt of this moment, since the minute he'd saw Derek. A big, strong
alpha who could provide and breed for him. Just the sight of those shoulders
were enough to get him wet, the thought of his knot forcing him to finger
himself in the bathroom more than once. Not that Stiles would ever admit it.
And okay, maybe he did cheer louder for Derek, but that was just because the
alpha was the captain, not because he wanted his stomach big, round and filled
with his pups. And maybe he did purposefully order an extra small uniform, so
it showed the tops of his thighs just enough to show the pretty panties he'd
brought especially for his alpha. But Derek never looked at him, always had a
pretty omega with long hair on his arm, and he refuses to admit that's the
reason he stopped shaving his hair.
The soft chuckle brought him out of his thoughts, his alpha's eyes red and
trained on his twitching, wet hole. A whimper was wretched from him, at feeling
of his alpha's cock pressing softly at the tight ring of muscle. " Jesus, so
tight baby, gonna breed you so well." Derek grinned, digging his claws into
Stiles' hips, pushing his dick in slowly.
" Alpha! Fuck! Knot me, breed me, need your knot please, please, i need it." He
babbled, tears rolling down his cheeks. The need grew, ache settling in his
chest.
Derek sighed, a slow smirk sliding on his lips as he finally bottomed out. "
Acting like a bitch in heat, isn't wrong is it, baby? Need your alpha to give
you a pup, make it all better?" God the words ripped through him, slick
dribbling out around the thick cock inside him.
Stiles couldn't think; Alpha, Alpha, Alpha. A mantra that repeated through this
mind. He babbled uncontrollably, a mixture of begs and pleads.
Derek's dick was big, and fuck, he was just so full.
He'd feel him for weeks and it would be so fucking amazing. But Derek was so
gentle, he was cruel to Stiles but here he was, slow careful thrusts, but
Stiles didn't need that, as amazing as it was.
He needed Derek to ruin him, inside and out.
He has no idea what forced him to do it, but Stiles dug his nails into Derek's
arm, and growled. It began deep in his stomach, and burst from behind bared
teeth.
He needed to be bred, and Derek knew it.
As soon as the growl left his lips he felt the world shift, his alpha moving
him where he wanted him to be. Using him.
His world went fuzzy after that, dipping into a headspace which made him feel
perfect. This was what he was made for, to be bred by a strong alpha. To carry
his pups.
Derek was so deep, so rough. Perfect. Breeding him perfectly. Stiles didn't
even realise he was crying until the sob was ripped last his lips by a
particularly rough thrust, tears that rolled down his cheeks met the drool from
his open mouth.
He could hear Derek, telling him how good he was, how much he was the perfect
omega. All Stiles could do was chant alpha.
Slick dripped down his thighs as his alpha bred him so well, knowing exactly
how to turn Stiles into a puddle of ecstasy. It was heaven.
" ...Will be so pretty with pups, so big and round, gonna be gorgeous." Derek
muttered, his thrusts becoming harder, as he held on to Stiles' hips with claws
that dug into skin and drew blood.
His alpha was losing control. Stiles did that. He made his alpha lose control.
Oh.
That was his alpha's knot, catching at his slicked hole. Stiles began to thrust
back against his alpha, needing to be filled. He whined and sobbed louder.
He wanted his pups.
With a loud growl Derek dug his teeth, into his omega's shoulder, knot catching
and filling Stiles up.
With an equally loud sob, Stiles came, grinding back on his Alpha's knot;
satisfaction and his alpha's come filled him up.
He heard Derek growl softly, knot still tightly locked inside him, fingers
rubbing against his stretched hole, but Stiles didn't care what Derek was
doing, as long as he just stayed inside him, made sure he was bred properly.
That's what he needed.
With a soft smile to himself, hand on his stomach he just knew.
Derek was a strong alpha, his pup would be as strong as him.
According to Jackson Whittmore, Stiles Stilinski was the biggest slut known to
man. A little omega bitch who was gagging for a knot.
According to Jackson Whittmore, Stiles Stilinski was a wolf slut who got the
wettest under a Were, whether it was an alpha, beta, fuck even omega.
Hell, maybe Jackson Whittmore had it right.
 
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