Alpha's Power

⇠Plump it Up⇢

Derek wasn't sure when they both fell asleep; his brain was still buzzing from last night. The werewolf slowly opened his eyes, finding he was alone in the room with a small sticky note on the nightstand next to him from Stiles. Derek stretched, scratching the side of his stomach, before shifting toward the edge of the bed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he pushed himself to his feet. The werewolf padded into the bathroom, flicking on the light quickly, and then turned on the shower. The older male peeled off his sweat and crumb-coated shirt, freezing as he stared at himself in the large mirror. His stomach was the size of a small beach ball that expanded outward, revealing the small roll gathered around his ribs. His sharp cheeks and jaw were fuller as well. Derek's eyes flicked down to his thighs, gently poking a finger in the flesh and watching his finger sink slightly. 

The werewolf's cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure as his hands traveled toward the small mound in front of him. Grab the round orb a few times before lifting the small pot belly, then let go, watching it bounce for a few seconds. The older male's member twitched slightly as heat started pooling in his lower belly. Minutes passed before Derek finally stepped into the shower, letting the warm water hit his back. His mind started to wander back to Stiles. The teenager basically told Derek last night he wanted to fuck him just from the small amount of weight he gained over the last few weeks. 

The thought caused his member to twitch again. His hands traveled back to his stomach, and then another thought came to him: how much bigger could he get if he just relaxed? What if he did give up his status as Alpha, ran away with Stiles, and just lived his life? But Derek couldn't make the teenager do that, especially when his whole life was here in Beacon Hills. The heat in Derek's lower belly intensified, and blood rushed to his ears, quieting the world around him as he slowly reached down and started stroking himself. The werewolf leaned against the tiled wall, biting down on his lower lip until he tasted blood. 

Leaning his head back, the werewolf moaned Stiles's name loudly, panting as he continued to pump. The werewolf's hazy mind wandered to Stiles behind him, one arm wrapped around his waist while the other hand was also wrapped around his hand. "Come for me, sourwolf." Stiles would whisper in his ear, and the man whined lowly, squeezing his eyes shut. F-F-Fuck." Derek moaned out as he released all over his hand as well as his belly. The male stood in the shower for a few moments, his hands shaking slightly as his legs threatened to give out. Derek whined once as the water washed away his embarrassment. 

After finishing his shower, the male quickly got dressed and walked back into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. He stared down at his hand once more and sighed. It was official. He was in love with Stiles; his wolf practically leaped at the realization, but anxiety gnawed at his stomach. Half of him knew that the teenager felt the same way about him, but the other half wasn't sure if Stiles loved Derek or if he loved that Derek was now more approachable. Derek knew it was stupid to think that was the only reason why the smaller male loved him, but still, he couldn't stop the fear of him getting bored of Derek and finding the next best thing. 

Werewolves were just the tip of the iceberg of the supernatural world; with Stile's attention span, all it took was something new and shiny to draw the teenager away. The door opening snapped Derek out of his train of thought as he pushed himself from the bed again. Stiles strutted into the room carrying an armful of plastic bags, freezing as their eyes locked. "Oh, hey, I didn't expect you to be awake this early. I was going to surprise you with breakfast." He said he was walking further into the room, slipping his backpack off onto the bed. 

Derek smirked, walking over toward the small table across from the bed. "Light sleeper, what did you get?" He asked. 

Stiles started unpacking the plastic bag. "Like I said, I was going to surprise you with breakfast. I didn't know what you liked, so I went with the safe option and went with waffles." He explained. 

The werewolf arched an eyebrow. "And the backpack?" he asked. 

The teenager smiled widely and said, "I went home to get a few things and told my dad that I was going to hang out with some friends for a few days." He stated. 

The adolescent stooped toward the bed and began packing fast, causing Derek's eyes to widen. Taking out a stack of games and his gaming system. A short while later, I took out a tiny toaster. After watching him for a short while while he finished unpacking and hurriedly put the waffles in the toaster, Derek began connecting his game system.  "What did Scott say?" He asked nervously. 

Stiles glanced at Derek for a moment and said, "I didn't tell him. If he asks, I'll tell him I'm busy." He said. 

The werewolf sighed. "Stiles, I don't want to be the cause for you to lose your best friend," Derek argued. 

The smaller male shook his head and said, "You won't come on; let's eat." He said. 

Derek took a seat at the edge of the bed while Stiles finished making his waffles. The smaller male turned to face the TV as the werewolf held out the dish and carefully grabbed it. Stiles instantly started up the game and pulled up a chair after getting his system set up. While Stiles played his game, Derek ate in silence, sipping the syrup off the corner of his lip and pawing at his stomach. Stiles would occasionally get up from his chair to get Derek a drink or make him some more waffles. At some point, Stiles watched the werewolf eat, pawing at his stomach and then burping into his fist. "So, about last night. I meant what I said," he stated. 

Derek looked up from his food and asked, "What do you mean?" He asked. 

Stiles paused his game. "You asked me how I felt about you gaining weight; I stand by my statement." He explained.

Derek swallowed the food in his mouth. "Oh," he said. 

Stiles studied the other male's face for a moment and asked, "Do you not like it?" He quizzed. 

Derek set the plate down next to him. "I do," he admitted. 

Stiles inched closer, wrapping his arms around Derek. "Then what's the problem?" He asked. 

The werewolf placed his hands on the teenager's hips. "I don't want to put you in a position you'll regret." He answered. 

Stiles glanced down at the male's stomach, his lip twitching slightly. "There is nothing about this that I regret. I just want you." He stated, grabbing hold of Derek's stomach as an emphasis. 

After a prolonged period of silence, Derek started to say something, but Stiles lunged forward and locked his lips with the werewolf.  They kissed for a long moment before the teenager slowly pulled away and stared at the other male, setting his forehead on Derek's. "I love you." He whispered. 

"I-I-I love you too."