Author: KouriArashi
Ao3
Additional Tags:Alternate Universe - Law EnforcementAlternate Universe - HumanAlpha/Beta/Omega DynamicsAlpha Derek HaleOmega Stiles StilinskiPolice Officer Derek HalePolice Officer Stiles StilinskiMating Cycles/In HeatPast Rape/Non-conSlow BuildAngstAngst with a Happy EndingHurt/Comfortno dubcon
Words: 17,476
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Summary;
Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”
Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”
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Derek is nervous going into it. He’s brought some things that he knows he’s going to need and some things that he hopes he won’t need. Stiles is edgy and nervous, but he’s not fully into heat yet, so they’re able to talk about books and play some cards.
It comes on suddenly, like it did in the precinct. Stiles is standing at the counter, pouring himself a bowl of cereal as a late night snack when he suddenly folds inward with a sharp gasp. “No, no, no,” he moans, as Derek catches him and helps him downward. “Oh, God, it hurts. Derek, it hurts so bad.”
“I know.” Derek steers him into the bedroom and gets him lying down. Stiles curls up onto his side, trembling. “I bet you can’t name all the different types of Quidditch fouls.”
“Challenge . . . fucking . . . accepted,” Stiles says. He closes his hands and starts reciting them from memory. His fists clench and unclench, so Derek reaches out to take one of them. Stiles squeezes it hard, so hard that it hurts, but he doesn’t stop talking. When he curls up tighter, Derek rubs a hand down his back, over the back of his neck.
“Better,” Stiles says about five minutes later, his body relaxing. He lets out a long, quivering sigh.
“Let’s get you something to drink.” Derek props him up and grabs a bottle of water out of his bag. He holds it to Stiles’ mouth and lets him sip. When he tries to lay Stiles back down, Stiles hangs onto him.
“Please don’t let me go,” he says, his voice tight and strained. “Please don’t stop touching me.”
“Sure, okay.” Derek feels like this might cross a line in and of itself, but Stiles is fully clothed, and hadn’t said anything about not touching him at all, so he thinks it’s probably okay to keep rubbing his back. “Hey, let’s put on a movie. You keep saying I haven’t truly seen Lord of the Rings until I’ve seen the extended editions, right? That’ll keep us busy for a while.”
“Right,” Stiles says, panting for breath. Derek gets him on his feet and guides him out to the sofa. Stiles shifts uncomfortably and whines a little when Derek puts him on the sofa and lets him go. “Come ba-a-a-a-ack.”
“Just a second,” Derek says. He gets the DVD on and then sits down on the sofa next to him. Stiles immediately curls up next to him, climbing half onto Derek’s lap and trying to grind against him. “None of that now,” Derek says, removing Stiles from his lap.
“Please,” Stiles whispers. “Please, Derek. Please.”
“You’re okay, sweetheart,” Derek says, the endearment slipping out without him thinking about it. “Come on, the movie’s starting. Galadriel, right?”
“Yeah.” Stiles rubs both hands over his face, taking several deep breaths. He manages to get through a half hour of the movie before the next wave hits. He winds up doubled over on the floor while Derek rubs his back.
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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)
