#alphastiles

Then there were the others in the pack, Allison of course was Scott’s mate, but she was such a nice person all by herself and you’d become fast friends. It had completely thrown you when you’d found out about Liam being an Omega, from his attitude alone you had expected that he was a Beta at least. Then there was Lydia. She had all the fire and presence of an Alpha but she was a beta. The pack was small but that was how you all liked it, at least for now. It took a lot for the Alpha’s to trust people enough to let them in.

You often find your mind drifting like it is right now, back to the times before the pack, when you had been alone and terrified Omega. Times were extremely hard, always having to run home from the jock Alpha bastards. The ones that would try and chase you down, like you owed them something because of your genetics. 

All until Scott and Stiles had put a stop to it and brought you into their pack, it surprised you just how well you had managed to fit in. 

There had been sightings of a dangerous pack in town, a pack who were known to kidnap unmated Omegas. So the pack had been split into pairs, Allison of course had been put with Scott, Lydia had been put with Liam. Which had of course left you and Stiles. Which you were more than okay with, he was the person that you had always felt the safest with anyway. 

Not to mention the way that he always smelled so damn amazing, like all of your favourite things in the world. Which Allison had been quick to point out had been the first thing that she’d noticed about Scott. You’d told her not to say anything to anyone though, the thought of Stiles finding out you were saying things like that worried you. You didn’t want him thinking that you were just saying it for the sake of it, because that was something a lot of Omegas had been known to do with Alphas, just so they were protected. Obligated wasn’t something you ever wanted Stiles to feel towards you and you certainly wouldn’t force him into anything he didn’t want.

Stiles pulls you from your thoughts as you lean against Roscoe waiting for him, his hand gently squeezing your arm to get your attention.

“Ready to go Y/N?” he asks with that adorable smile, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

You can’t help but blush at the feeling of his skin against yours, “yeah, sure. Sorry Stiles, I was in my own world there. Let’s go.” You smile as he opens your door for you, climbing up you thank him and let him close it behind you, the way that he always insisted on doing. At this point you’d given up promising him you were okay and just went with it, understanding that it was just part of who he was.

As soon as the door closed behind him you were forced to suck in a breath, sure he usually smelt amazing, but there was something different about the scent hitting your nose right now which made your stomach roll. It was more intense and a little overwhelming. You had to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to hold back the moan threatening to slip past them. 

“You’re quiet today. You okay?” Stiles questions as he starts the jeep and pulls out of his parking space.

You force a tight lipped smile as you try not to inhale too deeply, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little worried about that pack finding any of us.” 

It wasn’t a lie, you were worried about that too but you weren’t about to tell him the main reason you were currently curled into the car door, trying to keep a safe distance away from him. 

“You haven’t got to worry. That’s why you’re with me. I promise I’m not gonna to let anything happen to you.” He promises, a slight growl behind his words and you see his fingers noticeably tighten around the steering wheel as he turns the corner.

“I’m just worried that we would’ve been safer together,” you admit, finally looking across the seat at him.

He sighs gently and you can see the blush staining his cheeks as he turns the final corner and pulls up in his driveway. Turning off the jeep he turns to look at you, arm slung over the seat behind you. 

“Okay, so this idea of ours isn’t perfect. I’ll give you that, but the way Scott and I saw it there was only one way. Where we could keep mainly you and Liam safe. Everyone assumes Lyds is an Alpha, so we thought it would be the best way to keep you both safe. With you surrounded by my scent they shouldn’t be able to find you” 

You can’t help but smile at the way he’s blushing and the rambling that is so Stiles, he may be an Alpha but God he was completely adorable sometimes.

“Okay. I guess that makes sense. But then why wasn’t I with Lydia and You with Liam?” you ask curiously.

“I insisted okay. Now can we just drop it. Please. We need to get inside.” He tells you, his voice taking on that demanding authoritative tone that sends a shiver up your spine. The one that your instincts react to before you can do anything about it. “Sorry, I’m just a bit touchy today, ignore me.” Stiles sighs, feeling guilty when he sees you bowing your head submissively.

“S’okay, come on.” you say quietly. 

Stiles nods with a small smile which you return, watching him walk around the jeep. When he gets to your door he helps you down, both of you head inside the Stilinski house, once Stiles  has locked up the jeep.

Walking inside the house Stiles deadbolts the temporary lock on the door. You walk up the stairs and you hear Stiles groan loudly, a pained noise you had only heard him make once before. He wraps his arms around his stomach and you manage to catch him before he falls back and help him up to the top step.

“Y/N. Get back.” Stiles growls, flicking his eyes up to yours and you gasp seeing them flash blood red.

“Stiles? What is it?” You ask nervously, looking around you both expecting the worst.

“Omega, listen to me and get back.” Stiles demands, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he gets to his feet. 

Stiles had never used the power he held over you as one of the Alpha’s of your pack before. You don’t have it in you to be angry, instead it sparks something else inside you that you’re struggling to hide. 

You reluctantly turn away from him, no matter how much you want to ignore your biology right now you can’t. You timidly sit on his bed, leaving the door cracked open, but being in his room is practically making your mouth water, your head is spinning as you fight the urge to call for him.

Before long you hear Stiles’ bedroom door creak open. Your head snaps in the direction of the door, watching Stiles practically stumble inside. Sweat coating his skin and his eyes still glowing blood red.

“I need to call Scott. You can’t be here.” Stiles groans pulling his phone out of his back pocket, you’re at his side immediately, suddenly even more worried than you were before. He notices the worry on your face when he looks up, “I’ve gone into rut darlin’ you can’t be here right now. I-I just I can’t-” he stops cutting himself off as he drops his phone and pulls off his plaid shirt and t-shirt.

“Let me help, Alpha.” you offer quietly, the words are out of your mouth before you even realised you’d said anything. 

“Don’t Y/N. This isn’t a game,” he growls his warning, hands balling into fists and you can’t stop your eyes dropping to the muscles which pull tight and clench in his arms. He steps away from you but you follow him.

“Let me help you. There’s gotta be something I can do. Please Stiles,” reaching out and gently taking hold of his arm, Stiles grips hold of your wrist so fast, in such a bruising grip and slams you back against the wall that you can’t help but gasp, a loud growl being pulled from his lips.

He’s panting hard as he leans in close and his nose brushes yours.

“You don’t understand ‘mega, all I can think about right now is just how fucking good you smell. All I wanna do is bury my knot inside you so deep and make you come for hours, until you’re shaking and screaming under me.” you whimper at his words, feeling his hot breath against your parted lips.

“W-What else, Alpha?” you moan, feeling his fingers flex around your wrist and his body pressed against yours closer. 

“Stop fucking calling me that! I don’t wanna just sink my teeth into your throat because i’m out of control.” A needy whimper slips past your lips when the tip of his nose brushes over the throbbing pulse point under your skin. You tilt your head back and to the side feeling Stiles growl against your neck before you hear it. 

Squeezing his eyes shut several times he bites his lip and finally stumbles back, feeling the sweat rolling down his chest. He focuses on his chest of draws and grabs you some clothes to wear, “Here, change. Hopefully it’ll help hide your scent from them.” he instructs you, trying to keep his voice calm. 

Other than thanking him for the clothes you quietly head into the bathroom to change, as soon as the door clicks closed you strip out of your clothes and quickly pull on the large plaid shirt. Trying to ignore the slick that has gathered between your thighs, his words had really got to you and all you wanted to do was make them a reality. 

Deciding that you don’t need the shorts, since the shirt is way bigger than you’d been expecting and you're sweating, you leave them in the bathroom.

You can’t help pressing the collar to your nose and inhaling, biting your lip when you see your reflection in the mirror. 

Pulling open the bathroom door you’re almost knocked over by the heady scent of his rut, hitting you full force and your stomach rolls painfully. On shaking legs you stumble from the bathroom, quickly spotting Stiles laying in the middle of his bed covered in sweat. No shirt and only a pair of baggy shorts clinging to his body. You notice how his eyes immediately snap open and move to you when you start walking towards the bed.

Carefully you take the cool rag from the side and sit beside him on the bed, Stiles shifts as soon as the mattress does and turns to look at you. He snatches your wrist when the cloth presses against his sweaty forehead, quickly lowering his hand and grumbles a half assed apology.

“Can I get you anything?” you ask timidly, dipping the rag back in the cold water and wringing it out, before pressing it back against his skin.

Your knee presses against his ribs when you lean in closer and Stiles groans at the contact. Carefully you move the cool rag over his bare chest, doing your best to cool him down. When Stiles grips just above your knee with those long fingers of his you meet his eyes again. Reaching out with a shaking hand and covering his, watching his nostrils flare as he inhales deeply and moans. Forcing you to yet again bite your tongue to hold in your own. 

“The only thing I need right now, you are not giving me,” 

You drop the rag back onto the bedside table and turn back to him, Stiles shifts away a little when you lay down next to him. “Please, just let me help, I want to” you whisper, leaning closer, you brush your lips over his. 

Stiles groans hands fisting at his sides, his eyes glowing red when he opens them again and meets your eyes. “Don’t. You don’t want this Y/N, you don’t want me. It's just your instinct.” Stiles tries to reason.

Sighing you shake your head, looking down at where his hand still rests on your thigh.

“No, you’re wrong Stiles. I do want this. I have for a while, but I understand if you don’t want me like that -” Your rambling is quickly cut off by Stiles pressing his lips roughly against yours.

You whimper needily when he rolls his body on top of you, pushing your fingers into his hair when his lips trail down your neck. He licks over your pulse point and you hear the possessive growl leave his lips, the one that you’ve never heard from anyone but Scott before, when people would get too close to Allison.

He pulls back slightly to meet your eyes as his hand slips between your legs, running slowly up one of your thighs, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin. Pulling your panties to the side, you feel the thin material tare and dig into your hips.

“So fuckin’ wet my beautiful ‘mega.” Stiles growls deeply running his fingers through your slick. 

“All for you. Stiles please, need you.” You whimper, rolling your hips up into his hand. 

“Who? Say it baby.” Stiles groans, letting his fingers circle your fluttering opening. 

“Alpha. Please, want your mark. Wanna be yours.” 

Stiles snarls at your words, plunging two long fingers inside of your soaking wet heat. You squirm beneath him, spreading your legs wider when his teeth scrape along your pulse point teasingly. The tip of his tongue flicks across your earlobe as his hot breath fans across your cheek, “there you go, good girl. Open up for me,” Stiles moans when your walls clamp down around his fingers.

You throw your head back into the pillows feeling Stiles’ free hand tugging at the buttons of his shirt you’re wearing. Growling in frustration he pulls his fingers out of you, forcing a pleading whimper from your lips. You bite your lip watching him suck the soaked digits between his pink lips. You lick your lips watching the way that his tongue swirls around each finger and he groans loudly at the taste.

You squeak in surprise as Stiles rips the shirt you're wearing open, you awkwardly shove the remnants of your panties from your body as Stiles helps you out of his shirt. Stiles smirks when you push him onto his back and tug the loose shorts easily from his legs. 

“Holy shit,” you gasp wrapping your small hand around his thickness, you’d never seen an alpha cock before and your mouth was practically watering, it’s so much bigger than anything you’ve ever had. You look up at him as you crawl between his legs.

Stiles sits up on his elbows to look down at you, groaning when your warm breath ghosts over the wet and swollen tip. Your eyes meet his when you lick up the length of his perfect cock, wrapping your lips around him you take as much of his thickness into your mouth as you can, gagging when he taps against the back of your throat.

His fingers wrap in your hair roughly, tugging your head off of his cock and throwing you back onto the bed. He’s hovering over you, his eyes glowing red as the tip of his cock nudges at your entrance, the sweat coating his skin more obvious in the light. “Sorry, I can’t hold it anymore, need you.” Stiles whines, linking his fingers with yours and he pins them back into the bed.

You both look down briefly, flicking your eyes back up to meet yours again when the thick head of his cock slips inside your slick tight pussy, both of you feeling the wetness dripping down your ass cheeks and his thighs. You cling to his back, nails raking across his soft skin as he steadies himself above you on strong arms. 

“Fuck me Alpha,” you purr, pushing your hips up trying to get his cock into you faster.

Stiles grins and shakes his head, “Oh my sweet little Omega, don’t worry. You’re gonna be fucked out when i’m done with you.”

His words shoot straight to your core and you scream out in pleasure when his hips snap forward and he bottoms out. You hook your legs over his hips, locking your ankles at the top of his ass. Gripping hold of his shoulders like your life depends on it when he starts thrusting into you fast and hard, you cry out in pleasure as he angles his hips just right and starts repeatedly hammering into you g-spot. 

He fills you so amazingly, like he was made to be yours. 

Stiles doesn’t let up with his thrusts as he kisses down your chest and wraps his lips around one of your hard nipples. You feel the vibrations of the noises he makes around your breast before you hear them, it’s like he’s lost in the moment when his lidded eyes meet yours, and he drags his teeth over the nipple and it slips from his mouth. ”Alpha, please. Harder, want your knot please!” you all but scream feeling your walls clamping harder around his cock. 

Stiles sits up immediately and releases your hands, rough fingers on your thighs as he pushes them back against your chest and spreads them wide. Getting onto his knees he looks down at you spread out beneath him and growls, keeping his eyes on your body as his pace picks up harder and faster. 

“Come on baby girl, wanna feel you come all over my big Alpha cock,” he snarls, fingers tightening on your thighs, the sound of every thrust of his hips and every wet squelch as he sinks deep inside of you echo around the room. 

One of Stiles’ hands releases your leg to slip between your thighs, his eyes lock with yours as he presses against your tightly wound bundle of nerves. You know all he has to do is say it and your body will snap into your orgasm, your eyes squeeze shut the harder he rubs the better it feels.

“Gonna come Alpha! Oh fuck!”

“Come my dirty little Omega!” He moans loudly, throwing his head back when a needy whine of his name leaves your lips and you finally hit your release. It’s the hardest you’ve ever come in your entire life and you can hear Stiles groan as it squirts from you, soaking his thighs and stomach.

He doesn’t let you come down, he pulls out for a second and flips you onto your stomach before slamming back inside you. All you can do is whimper and gasp breathlessly into the sheets, Stiles bends over you hips pressed tight against your ass as he moves and presses his lips to your ear. 

You can feel his knot beginning to swell as it continues to catch against your heated core with every thrust. Your desperate whines only seem to spur him on.

“Where’d you want it ‘mega?” he grunts, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat as he waits for your answer, just barely squeezing.

“N-Neck Alpha, want everyone to see it.” you gasp knowing exactly what he means, he hauls you back against his chest as soon as you reply. A happy purr vibrates against your back, clearly that had been the answer he was waiting for. 

Your head drops back against his shoulder as his hips slam into your ass repeatedly, you can feel his knot thicken until it finally catches. “Gonna fill you up, such a perfect little pussy baby, can’t wait to make you mine. Mine.” he growls the last word deeply, with such base instinct you know he’s lost himself. His fingers tighten around your throat, teeth sinking into your neck and he whimpers as his release hits, three more thrusts has him filling you.

You can’t help but whimper at the feeling, the feeling of finally feeling whole settles over you as another tiny orgasm makes you shiver. 

Everything is so intense, falling to his side he takes you with him. Tongue soothing over the mark on your neck as he curls against your back. You sigh contentedly when his arms wrap around your stomach, “mine,” you smile, hands resting on top of his.

Stiles nuzzles into your hair and you can tell it won't be long until he needs to go again. Leaning over the best you can with his knot still inside you and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist you grab the bottle of water and take a swig, before reaching behind you and handing it to your mate.

Stiles takes a drink and then throws it on the bed in front of you, turning the best you can. You press a chaste kiss to his lips. He smiles and meets your eyes when you pull back, it’s like colours are more intense now you belong to one another. The red of his eyes calms you more than you thought possible as you nuzzle your nose against his. “My Alpha.” you smile so hard it hurts your cheeks.

Returning your smile Stiles sighs gently, “My Omega. Finally.”