#bitacrytic

“Sudden? Stiles is always curious about everything.” Scott shrugged, not really meaning any harm. Stiles agreed to that.

“Okay, well..uh…Derek invited me over tonight.” Stiles told them. Allison was lost.

“That doesn’t mean anything. You’re always there.”

“No. He invited me over. He never invites me. I always go, yeah, but unannounced.” He told her. Stiles always thought he was welcomed in Derek’s loft since they’re together but this was actually the first time Derek invited him over.

“Oh...” Allison bit into her PB and J sandwich, not letting herself talk anymore. Stiles looked at them, still waiting for an answer.

“Well it’s not really about when but if you’re ready.” Scott told him softly. “I knew I was ready for Allison because I love her.” He turned his head to give her a loving smile, one that she gave back as well.

“Well I didn’t care if I was ready, just a task to finish.” Lydia shrugged. “I don’t let my virginity define me. So just toss it away. Besides it was with someone that I didn’t even end up with.” Jackson rolled his eyes at that.

“You and I both know that chapter is finished in our lives. But I agree, I don’t care about my virginity. I do care about the other person though. If they love me and like what we’re doing, then it doesn’t matter what you’re losing. Or in females’ case, tearing.” Jackson told Stiles. Stiles winced at that. He always thought it would hurt. Well he doesn’t know on which end he’ll be on with Derek. Either way, it could hurt for both of them.

“If you want my opinion, you should wait. Who knows if you and Derek are really endgame. You’ll probably break up in a month.” Stiles frowned at Lydia’s words. Allison shook her head, grabbing Stiles’ attention away from Lydia.

“No. If you really love Derek, then you should. I mean Lydia could be right, you guys could break up soon or later but that’s not the point. You did it with someone you loved at the time. There’s no rush, no regrets. It happened and you can’t do much about it. Be positive about it.” Allison gave him a soft smile. Stiles had his thinking face on. He was conflicted on what to do. He loved Derek but was he ready? Was Derek? Of course he was, that’s why he invited Derek over.

He went over his friends’ responses through his head the rest of the day. Up until he showed up at the loft, knocking. He still didn’t have an answer ready for himself. He snapped out of his thoughts when the door was slid open. Derek stood there, with a fond smile, wearing a loose shirt with some sweatpants. He looked relaxed. Stiles could only do but look. He looked gorgeous.

“Aren’t you going to come in?” Derek asked. Stiles nodded, stepping into the loft. Derek closed the door, suddenly nervous now. He could smell Stiles was nervous too.

“I know you’re wondering why I asked you to co—“ Derek was cut off by Stiles’ excitement mixed with his anticipation.

“I’m ready.” Stiles nodded. Derek looked at him, confused.

“Uhh... ready for what?” Derek asked him. Stiles opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He had the same confused look on his face. The one like Derek’s. Weren’t they supposed to be taking their clothes off by now? Or at least kissing? Or going to Derek’s room?

“You know. My…our first time.” Derek was still confused.

“Our first time doing what?”

“You’re really going to make me say it? Our first time.”

Derek was still confused until it appeared it into his thoughts. Oh. Oh.

“That’s not why...”

“Oh my god.” Stiles felt his face heat up in embarrassment. Of course that’s not what he meant or why he texted him. Stiles wanted to leave, he had to get out of here. He needed to make a run out of there. “I’ll just go.”

“Wait, it’s okay.” Derek chuckled, blocking Stiles from leaving. “I know it was a bit misleading.”

“A bit?”

“But we still need to talk.”

“You’re breaking up with me?”

“No. Stiles, will let me finish?” Stiles sighed but nodded. He hated the anticipation, whatever Derek needed to tell him should be ripped off like a band aid. Derek grabbed Stiles’ hand, leading him to sit on the couch.

“I know you’re not ready for this. I mean there’s school and the rest of your life still ahead of you.” Derek started.

“Oh my god, you’re proposing...”

Derek laughed softly. “No. Well, not yet. Remember we were watching Breaking Dawn and Jake imprinted on Renesmee?” Stiles definitely remembered, they had been making out throughout the whole movie but he caught some bits and pieces here and there. Stiles nodded, “You imprinted me?” Derek shook his head no.

“No. But there has been a bond between us that I hadn’t realized, until now. You’re my mate. In order for us to complete this bond, I would give you the claiming bite so you be mine and only mine. And mates are—

“For life.” Stiles finished. Derek nodded, not sure what Stiles’ reaction is going to be.

“Well on my part. There’s no one else who will replace you. You’re it for me. Of course since you’re not a werewolf, you can leave me anytime you want.”

“I don’t want to leave you. I won’t.”

“Now. But in the future you could get tired of me or want someone else. It happens.” Derek shrugged. Stiles pulled his hand away from Derek’s hold and stood up from the couch. “How could you say that? Like if it’s something so easy. I love you. I’m not going to leave you. I don’t want to ever. The only way I’d leave is if you hurt me but you’d never do that, right?”

Derek immediately said, “No. Never.”

“Then there it is. I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. Because in my life, you’re it for me too.” Stiles sat back down, grabbing Derek’s face to kiss him. Derek kissed him back, laying a hand behind Stiles’ neck.

Once they pulled apart from the kiss, Stiles said, “I want to be your mate.”

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you saying that...” Derek said breathlessly against Stiles’ lips.

“You’ve imagined me before?” Stiles pulled back, smirking at Derek.

“Definitely dirtier things than that.”

“Well don’t you think it’s time we made them come true?”

Derek looked at Stiles, “So you are ready.” Stiles nodded, giving Derek a look that said ‘Duh.’ Derek gave a soft laugh, leaning in to kiss Stiles again. Only this time, it was a gentler kiss, a more passionate one. Stiles gave into the kiss, letting himself be kissed. Derek stood up with Stiles, lifting him up. Stiles let out a surprised yelp but wrapped his arms and legs around Derek so he wouldn’t fall. Derek walked upstairs to his bedroom, laying them down on the bed.

He took off Stiles’ clothes slowly at first, admiring every inch of his body. He took his time, showing Stiles he loved it with every kiss. Stiles moaned softly, watching Derek as he did so.

“Der...” He moaned out, running his fingers through Derek’s soft hair.

Derek moved to take his clothes off next, tossing them somewhere on the ground and out of the way. Stiles sat up to kiss at Derek’s body, mouthing at his chest and abs. Derek wrapped his hands around the back of Stiles’ neck, watching him quietly. He touched on the spot where he was going to bite him, trying to find the perfect spot. Somewhere it wasn’t so noticeable but where Derek can see it on him, even when he’s wearing a shirt.

“Come on, Derek.” Stiles murmured, wanting Derek in him already.

“What’s the rush?” Derek smirked, surging forward to kiss Stiles again. He moved again to find a condom and some lube. He wouldn’t want to use a condom since he doesn’t have anything nor can he catch anything but it’s an easy cleanup method. Maybe next time.

“Need me to stretch you out a bit?” Derek asked against Stiles’ neck. Stiles shook his head, “No. Remember how I thought you invited me over this in the first place? Well, I kind of prepped myself at home...”

Derek groaned lowly, picturing Stiles fingering himself on his bed. Or in the shower. Anywhere, really. It was hot. It got him hard. And Stiles felt that Derek liked the thought of that.

“Was thinking of you while doing it. Had three fingers in me, even though I know you’re bigger than that…” Stiles whispered into Derek’s ear, biting softly at the lobe.

Derek growled and bit softly at Stiles’ neck, making him moan out. He grabbed a condom, tearing it open and sliding it on him. He put lube on himself afterwards, smoothing the excess out and wiping it on his bed sheets. He leaned down to kiss between Stiles’ inner thighs, making sure to spread some love down there as well. He was just teasing Stiles, getting him riled up. And it was working.

“Derek, I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me this instant, I’ll cut off your werewolf balls and feed them to—“ Stiles cut off with a moan when he felt Derek start sliding himself in. He spread his legs to give Derek some more room in between them. He wanted his body closer to Derek’s, more than ever. He had one hand on Derek’s back and the other gripping the bed sheets.

“W-wait..” Stiles whimpered out. Derek froze, looking at Stiles to see if there was anything wrong.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” He asked, terrified he had. Stiles only whimpered again, “Just a bit slower. Inch by inch, please.” Stiles calmed himself, breathing in and out and not focused on the pain. It hurt, obviously, since he’s never had anything up there except for some fingers. He had to get used to it in order for it to feel good. Derek did as he was told, going slowly. He was finally all the way in and stood still, waiting for Stiles to adjust. Stiles gave Derek the go and he started moving in and out in shallow thrusts.

“It still hurts...” Stiles closed his eyes tightly, feeling them tear up.

“It’ll feel good in a bit, just relax, baby…” Derek murmured, leaning down to kiss at Stiles’ face. “You’re doing good. So good, Stiles.” He encouraged. Stiles opened his eyes, kissing Derek softly. It took a few more seconds before the pain started fading and it felt a bit good. He started moaning, wanting Derek to move more.

Once Derek felt confident that Stiles was finding it good, he moved his hips in and out. Kissing at Stiles’ neck, he grabbed onto his hips to hold them in place while he moved inside Stiles. He groaned lowly, moaning Stiles’ name.

Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist, bringing him in deeper. He could feel Derek prodding at his prostate, jerking once it was fully hit.

“Oh fuck! Fuck yes!” That was enough for Derek to speed up, pounding into Stiles’ tightness. He felt himself close, in only a few more thrusts he was going to come.

He had to do it now, he had to bite Stiles. He was panting. His wolf going crazy at what was about to happen. He found a spot, where Stiles’ neck and shoulder met. He kissed there, licking slightly. He felt his gums itching and soon his fangs came out, pressing into Stiles’ flesh on his skin.

Stiles screamed out at what he felt, which was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Either way, it felt good. In fact, it was so good that he came alone from that and untouched. Once Derek pulled back from the bite, he came into the condom. He groaned out, his wolf pleased that he had finally claimed his mate. He pulled out from Stiles, taking off the condom and tying it, tossing it to the ground. He saw Stiles’ neck bleed from the four holes he had. He leaned forward to lick at the bite, letting it slowly heal.

Stiles’ shoulder no longer hurt but it was sore. He had a feeling this soreness would last. Stiles panted lowly, using his shirt to wipe his stomach from all his come. He threw it behind him, grabbing onto Derek to come forward and kiss him.

“Mates?” Stiles asked once they pulled away. Derek smiled and nodded, “Mates.” He surged forward, kissing Stiles all over his face with Stiles laughing as a result.

“I love you.”