Teen Wolf One-Shot Collection: Volume One

35. Study My Body - Stiles x Deaton

Stiles seeks help from Deaton to find out what's wrong with him.
AN: So this is not an original idea of mine. I remember reading a story like seven years ago. I think the name of it was Love Bitten, and it was a Sterek story. The cover was of a pink wolf. If anyone remembers this, please link the story in the comments. I loved that story so much.
Kinks: Male Lactation, Begging,
Type: Kinky/Smut
———-
Stiles: 20, Omega Werefox
Deaton: 40, Druid... after years of watching and rewatching still don't know what the hell that is.
———-
May 22, 2015
5:57 PM

Deaton heard the bell of the door opening while he was in the back. "Sorry, we are closed," he said but didn't hear anything. He sighed and walked to see what was wrong. "Oh, Hey, Stiles, did you forget something?" He asked. The Pack was just here to get Deaton to identify a mysterious death. He raised an eyebrow when Stiles didn't answer or just came to the back.

"I need you to take a look at me..." Stiles said.

"Okay, come on back," Deaton said with a wave, but Stiles rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Deaton looked a bit closer, setting that Stiles had a different aura around him. "What did you do now, Stiles," Deaton sighed, opening the door and breaking the mountain ash so Stiles could come through.

"Nothing... I did nothing," Stiles deflected, but when Deaton gave him a looked, he sighed and slumped over. "I... was looking around the woods because I felt something was about to attack. I was bitten, but when I looked to see what it was, all I could see was glowing Pink fur." Stiles explained, and Deaton sighed, making Stiles even more nervous.

"Get up on the table, Stiles," Deaton said, a little stressed but not showing it. He grabbed the dog from the table and took him into the back. Stiles wiped the metal table down before sitting down, tapping his foot as a nervous tick. "You said the thing had pink fur?"

"Yeah, glowing pink fur," Stiles repeated, "am I rejecting the bite? I always feel hot, I sweat a literal puddle when I am sleeping, and it's hard to breathe... My stomach hurts bad right now," He explained, and Deaton looked like he already knew all this. "So... what's up, doc?" Stiles quipped.

"Stiles, this is serious... I think you already know what's going on," Deaton sighed, and Stiles blushed, shaking his head, trying to be innocent. "Spit it out, Stiles,"

"Okay, fine... I know that I am an omega now. I don't know what bit me... I'm scared. I don't like how I feel when I am around the other wolves," Stiles sighed, "They look at me like I am a piece of meat, and I hate that I like it when they drool over me. I think I might be in heat,"

"You are," Deaton told him, "The only way to get over it is to breed... It's only going to get worse the longer you ignore it,"

"I know... I don't want to lose my virginity to the wolves. They will rip me apart and knot me... I want to be a father but not this early. I just graduated High School,"

"I don't think you have much of a choice, Stiles,"

"I could breed with a Human... or a mercenary," Stiles blushed, and it finally hit Deaton, the true reason that Stiles was here.

"Stiles," Deaton blushed, "It would be better if you went to one of the beta's, the percentage of you conceiving with them is 50%, and Alphas are a 75% conception rate,"

"They can't wear condoms. The knot will burst them... You would be a 15% chance... And you can wear a condom,"

"Hellhounds is a 0% chance. They can't procreate,"