Author: tryslora
Ao3
Additional Tags:Community: tw_fallharvestAlpha/Beta/Omega DynamicsAlternate Universe - PornAlternate Universe - PoliceMating Cycles/In Heataccidental heatBreeding KinkAlpha Derek HaleOmega Stiles StilinskiDeputy Derek HaleUndercover Cop Stiles StilinskiUndercover Cop Derek HaleKnottingReverse KnottingImplied Potential MpregFirst TimeBlow JobsHand JobsMultiple OrgasmsRimmingSelf-LubricationMildly Dubious Consent
Words: 6414
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Summary;
Derek goes undercover to expose a drug trafficking ring running inside of a porn studio. What he finds is Stiles.
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“Don’t forget.” Jordan presses a small bullet-sized case into Derek’s hand, the jingle of pills within it audible.
Derek holds his palm flat, looks down at the silver case and frowns. “Won’t need it. I’m not going to take the drugs, Jordan, just find them.” Although if they do try to force pills down his throat, these placebos are his failsafe. The last thing he wants to do is take drugs to force a simulated heat, not with three unwanted pregnancies and six deaths already on record. If it comes to that, all he needs is sleight of hand.
“Just in case.” Jordan pats him on the back, then stands back, arms crossed. “Wouldn’t be a good partner if I didn’t have your back,” he says. Derek feels half-naked under his gaze, knows he looks ridiculous with a too small t-shirt stretched across his chest, and jeans so tight they feel painted on. “Commando?” Jordan asks.
Derek grumbles a reply, nodding.
“You won’t be wearing a wire, so you’re going to need to rely on memory,” Jordan reminds him. “And I’m going to be just outside the building. You say the word, and I’ll come in to make the bust.” He taps his jaw as if Derek needs to be reminded about their subcutaneous implants for communication. They both have one, just under the back of the jaw and a little behind the left ear. Even the faintest of sounds transmits perfectly to the other, as long as it’s activated first.
Derek’s pretty sure that his is going to remain silent for most of this op.
“I’m a terrible choice for a porn star,” Derek mutters, crossing his arms as if that’ll make the outfit better.
Jordan laughs. “You’re a perfect choice. Built like a god and single. I’d go in myself, but you know Lydia would have my head if I even looked at another guy. Besides, they’re looking for an Alpha for today’s shoot, and I don’t fit that description.”
Jordan’s the perfect Omega to Lydia’s Alpha gene; Derek knows that well. He knows they can’t change roles today, but it doesn’t stop him from needing to take a little time to get into character and be ready for this. It’s only sex, after all. It’s not as if they’re going to ask him to breed whatever little Omega they bring out. He’s seen plenty of gay knotting porn, and those Omegas aren’t his type. He’s hoping that if it comes down to actual sex, he’s even going to be able to get his knot going.
“You’ve got this.” Jordan pats his chest, then nudges him toward the rear of the van. “Go find us some drug trafficking, and hey, even if you don’t, have a good fuck. You could use a chance to unwind a little. How long has it been?”
Derek’s only answer is a silent middle finger; Jordan knows damned well it’s been years.
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“How old are you?” Derek stares at the boy in front of him. He’s not small, which is good. In fact, they’re eye to eye, but the Omega’s face is round, his cheeks just starting to gain sharpness from adulthood, and his build is rangy and slender. He knows that he has to be at least eighteen, but he still looks like he’s young.
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Sterek // One-Shots
FanfictionBe ready for some Smutty and Fluffy One-Shots, I do not own any these stories that are marked with an author, all credit goes to amazing authors to which have written the work(I usually get them from ao3)
