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It's Stiles who brings it up. It's been three years since they got together, two years since Stiles’ turned eighteen and they've moved together in the newly rebuilt Hale house, six months since Derek proposed. Three beautiful years. Their pack is strong, comfortable. Derek grew into his Alpha status and with time became less harsh, less angry at the world. Stiles helped him find a therapist, not only for him but for the whole pack since every one of them needed it. It's been good, so good.
And with the Beacon Hills being so peaceful for some time already, them happy and comfortable, Stiles started to think about their family. About bringing cubs into their life. Yes, he is young, he still has college to finish. But he's sure he wants kids with Derek. And he knows that he has nothing to be afraid of. He will have help, he won't be alone. Derek, his dad and Melissa, their pack.
He wants it and he knows he can comfortably have it.
Stiles already knew it was possible, since he read about the spell in one of the books he found in the Hale vault, but he still went to Deaton to make sure. And then Peter. Deaton confirmed and promised to help him with the spell, while Peter stared at him for a long, uncomfortable minute in silence. The older man was better, Derek kept telling Stiles how Peter more and more reminded him of the Peter before the fire. But he still had his moments, days where the nightmares and memories of fire made him snarl and say cruel words.
Stiles worried that he accidentally chose one of the bad days to bring up the topic. But then, after the uncomfortable moment of silence, Peter hugged him. Then in a quiet tone he thanked Stiles for willing to expand their family, their pack.
“No problem, Creepywolf,” Stiles said to him fondly, hugging him back. “You're on diaper duty.”
Peter cackled at that, but happily agreed.
Now Stiles has to talk with Derek. And that makes him nervous. Because what if Derek doesn't want the same? They never actually talked about having kids. All he knows is that Derek loved being a big brother. Loved taking care of his younger cousins. But that was in the past. He's better now, with therapy and a steady pack, but what if he's not ready yet?
What if, what if.
Stiles has to be brave and just ask instead of wondering what if.
So, Friday night he prepares dinner for the two of them. Baked potatoes with steak and green beans. Apple pie for dessert. It's all still warm when Derek comes home.
The werewolf takes one look at the set table and raises an eyebrow.
“What's the occasion?” he asks. It's pretty normal for Stiles to cook for them, so the question is pretty weird, but maybe Derek just sensed his nerves.
Stiles walks up to him and kisses him softly. “I just want to talk to you about something. Nothing bad. I think. I hope,” he says with a nervous chuckle and he rubs the back of his neck.
It's obvious Derek wants to press the subject, but decides not to, to wait until Stiles tells him what is going on.
They sit down after a moment and begin eating, in silence. Stiles wonders how to bring the subject up. Probably somewhat delicately, skirt around the idea for a bit until his nerves calm down. Maybe-
“Stiles-”
“I want to have a baby with you,” he blurts out.
Congratulations, Stiles. Way to go.
Derek’s eyes are wide open, lips parted. He's obviously startled with Stiles' words.
For a minute they're looking at each other in silence. Stiles starts to worry, actually opens his mouth to apologize, but before he can say anything Derek smiles softly.
“Okay,” is what he tells Stiles.
“Yes?” Stiles breathes out a sigh of relief and starts smiling himself.
“Yes, Stiles. Of course.”
Stiles laughs and without much thought he leaps out of his seat and all but jumps onto Derek's lap. They kiss, though it's not a very good kiss. They're smiling too much.
“I'm sure it won't be easy,” Derek says after they break the kiss. He takes Stiles' face in both hands and caresses his cheeks with both thumbs. “Adoption and surrogacy both take time and I'm not sure what agency will be willing to take us since I do have a police record, but we can definitely try, baby.”
“About that,” Stiles begins with a smirk. “I didn't mean adoption. Or surrogacy. I meant that I want to have your baby.”
Derek makes an adorable confused face. That confused face turns into arousal the moment Stiles explains exactly what and how he wants to do it.
“Now?” Derek asks in a low growl.
“Well, not exactly since I do have to perform the spell first, but hey,” Stiles grins and moves his hand down Derek's chest and stomach until he reaches the zipper of his dark pants. Slowly, he unzips them. “Why don't we try? You know, for practice.”
Derek kisses him again, this time hungrily, biting and sucking at his lips and tongue. He moves his arms around Stiles, grabs his ass and then stands up, making his way towards their bedroom. All while kissing Stiles like a man starving. Once they’re inside Derek throws the younger man on top of the bed. Stiles laughs, but that laugh immediately turns into a moan when Derek lies on top of him and begins rubbing their hard cocks through their pants.
“Clothes, off, now,” Stiles pants between kisses. He goes to grab Derek’s shirt, but the man beats him to it and he rips off the offending piece of clothing. Then he does the same to Stiles. Fuck, Stiles loves when he gets like this.
All hot and eager, almost animalistic. There will be no sweet love making, no soft touches and kisses. Quite the opposite. Stiles will be left with bruises and marks all over him, aching probably for days. He loves it. Loves Derek.
Soon, they’re both naked, rubbing against each other. Derek grunts and growls while Stiles moans and whimpers. It’s already so good, but not enough.
“Need you,” Stiles pants out and arches his back, showing his vulnerable throat which is immediately attacked by Derek’s teeth. “Need you inside me.”
One last bite and lick to Stiles’ throat and Derek moves down his body. He sucks mark after mark onto Stiles’ skin, sucks his nipples until they’re red and swollen. He licks all the precome that gathered on his stomach. When he’s finally between Stiles’ legs the younger man thinks for a moment that Derek will suck his dick, with the way the man sniffs his groin, but instead Derek throws both of Stiles’ legs over his shoulders. He uses his hands to squeeze Stiles’ ass, move his hips up and then spread apart his cheeks.
Stiles knows what’s coming and he’s very glad he took a quick, but thorough shower before starting dinner. Because while Derek doesn’t mind his musk when he’s not exactly clean, Stiles does. Stiles does mind, a lot. So. Yay him for showering.
The first lick makes Stiles’ moan and close his eyes. The heat inside his stomach builds up, twists, spreads through his whole body. With one hand Stiles grabs Derek’s hair and pulls slightly, making Derek growl against his hole. The vibration of that travels through his skin. He shivers and his cock jumps and leaks another drop of precome.
Derek eats him out like a pro. After all, he knows exactly what to do to turn Stiles into a shaking, moaning mess. He licks around Stiles’ hole, inside it. Kisses it, nips it. Plows his hot, hot, firm tongue deep inside. After a while he slips one thumb alongside it, pulling and stretching his rim.
With his free hand Stiles grabs the sheets and holds on for dear life. He doesn’t need to touch his weeping cock. He will come just like that, on Derek’s tongue and fingers. It’s already building up inside him, stomach trembling, toes curling. His dick is hard and twitching with each thrust of Derek’s tongue, he’s leaking like crazy.
He’s already so close, ready to blow. So, so close.
Almost there, but then Derek moves his face back, leaving him stuffed only with his thumb that is soon replaced by two other fingers.
“Just like that,” Derek murmurs after moving up and kissing him. His fingers twist and rub inside of Stiles, stretching him, filling him up. “Just like that, baby.”
Panting, Stiles grabs his shoulders. He opens up his mouth for Derek to kiss, to bite.
“Breathe in, slow” Derek orders and Stiles does what he’s told. He stops panting, focuses on taking in a deep, shuddering breath. Another twist of his fingers against his prostate. They press against it then and Derek says, “Breathe out,” all while attacking that perfect bundle of nerves.
And just like that Stiles is falling apart. The hot pressure in his gut breaks and spills out, all over him.
“Good, baby, good,” Derek growls as Stiles shakes around him. He kisses Stiles’ open mouth, licks inside, bites his tongue. It’s so good, so perfect.
A few more minutes of kissing and then Derek reaches for the lube hidden in his nightstand. A quick moment where he pours it all over his hard cock and Stiles’ hole and then, finally, slides inside Stiles.
Derek sets a fast, hard pace, pounding deep inside him. Stiles holds onto his shoulders and digs his heels in the meat of Derek’s ass, panting and moaning like crazy. It’s quick and dirty. Exactly what they both need at this moment. Stiles’ cock comes back to life, bopping and dripping again.
Soon, Stiles feels the way the base of Derek’s dick catches onto his rim.
“Do you want it?” Derek asks, breathless. He always asks now, ever since the first time he popped a knot by accident. It was a shock for both of them, but for Stiles it turned into blistering pain when he tensed up with confusion and his body didn't want to relax. That night was a big, big disaster. Derek was so ridden with guilt that he even tried to break off their relationship, saying he wasn't good for Stiles, that he hurt him and the younger man shouldn't be with him. But they talked. For hours. It took them days but finally they got back on track.
Stiles tries to speak, but only a broken whimper leaves his lips, so he settles on nodding. Derek smiles, showing off his cute bunny teeth. Stiles wonders if their child will have them too. Will it have his moles, Derek’s eyebrows and eyes? He can’t wait to find out.
The werewolf suddenly shoves his nose against Stiles’ neck, breathing in his smell and stops his thrusts. Instead he shoves his dick deep inside, moves his hips in circular motion, chasing the ecstasy. Stiles can feel the knot expanding, filling him up and stretching his rim. It burns so good. And when Derek comes, his hot come adding to the stretch, Stiles swears he can feel him deep inside his gut. Pulsing, burning.
Right now he’s filled with his seed and knot, but hopefully, he will soon be filled with Derek’s child.
Their cute, little cub.