The Complications of Being Human

The Complications of Being Human

Mated to an Alpha Werewolf

Author: Amaris

Disclaimer: I own nothing. No really, I have my glasses and a favorite pair of jeans, but other than that, nothing. Teen Wolf belongs to those lovely people at MTV and most importantly Jeff Davis (and those dudes who first made the movies, can't forget them, they're like the grand daddies of Teen Wolf). I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO ADD THAT NO MONEY/PROFIT IS MADE FROM THIS STORY.

note; this is a crosspost from my tumblr account (amaris503.tumblr.com), just FYI.

Summary: From prompt, TL;DR: Because Stiles is human, he and Derek have to fuck the werewolves of their pack to assert themselves as the Alpha couple and to form a bond.

Warning: This is maybe a touch kinky, some bondage and even BDSM aspects but nothing too... extreme. No watersports or scat. Orgasm denial, male chastity device, het anal sex, lots of anal actually. DO'B's hands, like seriously. Also his mouth. His everything, actually. Let's not forget Hoechlin, cause I mean, whoa.

Set sometime post high school and college, so definitely of-age, but Stiles and Derek put off the whole bond thing until after college since it would put a strain on the whole pack to be separated as they were.

Spoilers for S1&2, implies a lot about the Alpha pack but doesn't go into it, Peter died during that whole mess.

I gotta warn for a lot of unsafe sex too, like seriously, totally not safe at all.

Also, if Stiles comes across as more dominating that he might usually be, it's mostly to help cement his position as Derek’s mate, and not something he would normally use over the betas - unless he has to. He's older, too, so there is that.

Paring: Sterek, Jydia, Berica, Scallison, Disanny

Rating: Explicit. Seriously, if you can't take het/slash anal sex or pegging or some light bondage or some semi-explicit male chastity, you shouldn't be here.

Derek/Stiles/Pack (http://teenwolfkink.livejournal.com/6131.html?thread=4477939#t4477939)

Because Stiles is human, in order to assert themselves as the alpha couple and form a bond, Stiles and Derek have to have sex with each of the werewolves individually.



Preferably with the following 'werewolves': Erica, Isaac, Boyd, Jackson, Danny, Lydia and Scott.

 

Stiles and Derek got together during the second half of his senior year of high school, post the Alpha Pack insanity, his dad finding out, and the death of Peter at the hands of the Duke of Dickdom. They didn't actually have sex until after he'd graduated, almost three full months after he'd turned eighteen, because Derek had issues named Kate Argent, and they both hadn't wanted to rush because Derek is an Alpha werewolf, being the mate of an Alpha, even as a human, is a pretty big deal.

The point is, Stiles has had nearly five years to get his head around the idea that to actually create a bond fully with his mate, the Alpha, and to cement their position as Alpha couple, he was going to have to fuck their werewolves. So was Derek.

Stiles is human, by choice but also because they found out that because his mother was a BAMF witch from a long line of powerful Russian witches, he was well and truly immune to the bite of a werewolf (actually, of any supernatural creature), unlike Lydia who wasn't truly immune so much as Peter used moon magic to use her as an anchor point for his soul and that was why she hadn't turned until after he was killed in the fight with the alphas. Danny became a wolf because of Ethan, the Alpha he'd been dating (not knowing he was a wolf to start with). Anyway, the second point is, that as a human, Stiles has had to deal with the fact that this isn't really cheating on his mate, it's a power thing, a werewolf thing. They can't bond to each other without doing this, despite Stiles being a witch and thus a magical being himself.

The whole wolfy part of their pack has had the same amount of time to get over it too, that's mostly just Scott and Jackson, though. Scott is like his brother but Stiles hadn't had as much trouble with it as Scott did, Jackson had a problem for a differing reason. This is a power thing, Jackson assumed that he would be the one penetrating, when it's the other way around all together. Lydia had only asked to watch, and that's fully allowed. The individually part just means that Derek can't be there, participating. The 'wolf's mate? Totally cool for them to be there, watching, witnessing, actually that makes the pack bond with the alphas stronger, so, they're all watching their partner get fucked by the alphas.

Stiles is so fucking glad that he's only just turning twenty-three, also, he's starting to think that Derek has been sneakily training him for this all along, otherwise he might doubt his own ability to have sex seven different times in one day - actually, eight, maybe nine, because it's best if the Alpha couple also have sex shortly after they've fucked their betas, preferably in front of said betas.

It's Saturday, so Sunday they have to recover, or, Stiles has to recover.

 

The hardest part, Stiles thinks, objectively, is deciding who goes first.

Stiles rolls his eyes, "Derek you take Erica and Boyd, Scott, now," grips his best friend by the nape of his neck, "Let's go, dude."

Allison snickers behind them as Scott whines like a puppy.

The rebuilt Hale House has a room for each couple on the second floor, the Alpha pair have the third to themselves, it's mostly their bedroom, offices, and a couple of empty rooms that are nominally for any future pups they'll have that they haven't actually talked about just yet.

"Stiles," Scott tries to whine, but Stiles shoves him down onto the bed, on his belly.

"Quiet," Stiles commands, pulling off his shoes and socks, "don't make me gag you, pup." Scott goes curiously still at this, which makes Stiles cock an eyebrow at Allison, who has settled into the chair by their big window, she's got a good view of the bed, mostly of Scott from her angle, which he doesn't mind.

Allison grins, dimples winking, "He's kind of noisy, it was the only way to keep my dad from knowing."

Stiles chokes on a laugh, "Oh, Scotty," he murmurs, reaching under his best friend to get at the button and zip of his pants, before yanking both them and his boxers off in one go, he pats his ass, "Don't worry, I’ll be gentle." he leaves Scott's shirt on, just because he's lazy, and grabs the lube he'd handed Scott a week ago, it's half empty.

"I've been helping him," Allison informs him with a little squirm, "Lydia and I are going shopping later."

Scott whimpers a little but doesn't move otherwise.

"The prostate is a wondrous thing," Stiles comments as he warms up the lube on his fingers, "isn't is?"

Allison chortles, "You can start with two fingers," she tells him, "I played with him earlier." Which means not more than an hour ago because werewolf healing means he might still be slick and even a little more relaxed but not as open as Stiles stays even the morning after.

Stiles does start with two, easing the tips of his fingers in, slowly, and Scott, like a little slut, cants his hips toward him.

"He really gets into it," Allison murmurs, almost breathless, and she's just slightly out of his line of vision, but Stiles can hear the rustling of her skirt.

"I can see," Stiles hums, twisting his wrist, screwing his fingers in deeper, before curling them toward Scott's prostate and dragging them back out.

Scott gnaws on the pillow and arches his back, spreading his knees further apart.

"Fuck," Allison mutters, and Stiles can hear the slick sound of her fingering herself, it's hot.

Stiles hadn't let himself think much about that, but it helps, because he was only half hard in his pants, now he's almost all the way there. He takes a moment to adjust his dick for comfort before getting a third finger in Scott.

Scott whines, a high and tight sound, when Stiles presses three fingers deep and then spreads them as wide as he can as he pulls them out. He clenches around the fingers, pressing back, silently demanding.

"Patients," Stiles mutters and slaps his ass, grinning a little at the yelp his best friend lets out, and the way his hips jerk before pressing back again.

"Oh!" Allison gasps, "Does Scott like that?"

"I think Scott does," Stiles says and does it again, getting the same reaction.

"Interesting," Allison comments, like she's filing it away in her folder of Scott's Kinks.

Stiles knows his fingers are skinny, his dick is actually just over two inches in diameter (the average hard dick being one and a half inches), and seven in circumference, so he eases his pinky into Scott too, who goes oddly still and makes this little whimper.

"Dude, just relax, okay? You'll thank me for this later," he promises, and Allison makes a strangled sound but he pays it no mind, his goal here is to prevent any unnecessary discomfort, Derek likes to feel the stretch, but they've been having sex for four years, Scott has never gotten up close and personal with Stiles' dick, and nothing more than Allison’s fingers.

Stiles carefully spreads his fingers, twists his wrist, then taps Scott's prostate, which gets a full-on puppy yowl out of him and Stiles grins.

Stiles decides he's just going to pull his dick out, he isn't going to bother undressing, he doesn't pay any attention to the mutter that Allison lets out when he does, he knows he's bigger than average, okay? This is why he's big on prep. He leaks a lot of precum, so he just uses the lube left on his hand and that to slick himself up, it's plenty, and nudges at Scott's ass with the end.

"Hold still, okay?" Stiles tells him, using one hand to grip Scott's hip, "you gotta," he mutters, pressing forward with gentle but insistent pressure, "bear down, dude."

The noise Scott makes is almost distressed, but he listens to Stiles, and although it feels like for-fucking-ever, he's all in, the zipper of his jeans pressing against Scott's slightly furred behind.

"Need a minute?" Stiles asks, petting Scott's back, sides.

"Yeah," Scott chokes, "It doesn't hurt, but..."

Oh, yeah, Stiles gets that. Stiles is a little bigger than average, but Derek is too, about the same girth, but like a touch shorter. That first time, after what Stiles swears was an hour of prep, it hadn't hurt, but he had felt kind of overwhelmed, not just being full, but the intimacy too.

So Stiles waits on him, rubs his belly and tries not to give into the urge to roll his hips.

When Scott swivels his hips just a little, like he's testing it out, Stiles knows he's got him. He still starts out slow, because Scott is basically a virgin, no need to traumatize the pup when it seems pretty evident that Allison is really interested in trying out pegging - he's honestly surprised they haven't given how much Lydia goes on about how much she likes bending Jackson over.

If Allison thought Scott was slutty about being fingered, he's well on his way to whoresville with being fucked. He begs under his breath, whines and whimpers and shoves his hips back hard enough Stiles slaps his ass and gets a hand on his neck again to hold him down.

"Greedy pup," Stiles grunts, holding Scott down and screwing in roughly, "I'm not even going to give you a reach-around," he comments idly, "You're going to cum from this, Scott, got it?" he shoves in hard, nails Scott's prostate and feels the way Scott convulses as he wails. "Yeah, there you go," Stiles croons.

Allison has already made herself cum at least three times by Stiles' count.

Scott is all nice and loose, pliant, from orgasm, so Stiles just goes for it, nails him hard, but pulls out at the last second to cum all over his ass and back.

"Well," Allison mutters, breathless, "that was hot."

"Um," Stiles mumbles, shifting back on his heels, "Gimmie a minute."

He gets about ten before Derek knocks and tells him Erica and Boyd are all his.

 

"Her first," Boyd tells him, lazily sprawled on the floor, and Stiles idly wonders if that's where Derek did him.

Erica is messily sprawled out on her belly, naked, and he can smell the distinctive scent of cum, can see it smeared on her back.

"Just lay there," Stiles mumbles, jostling the bed and he climbs up after dragging his clothes off, too hot now to leave them on, "I’ll be gentle."

Erica snorts, "I probably wont even feel you after that monster."

Stiles grins and leans over her, "Baby, why do you think I fucked Scott first?"

"Wha-?" Erica started but moans when Stiles slides three fingers easily right into her ass.

"Yeah," Stiles hums, "Just like that, don't move, Catwoman."

Erica presses her face into the bed, "Asshole. Don't tease."

Stiles thinks, for about two-point-five seconds, about smacking her ass, but decides not to, he does drag his fingers out, though.

"Ready?" he asks, solicitously, but doesn't give her the chance to respond, and slides his dick right in, "Yup."

"Fuck," Erica mutters, "Jesus, Stilinski, no wonder I heard Scott wailing."

"He's a baby," Stiles tells her, rolling his hips languorously, feeling lazy, "I had to pop his cherry."

Erica laughs, because she's mean like that, but does try to get up to her knees.

"No," Stiles says, putting his weight onto her, "Just like this," but does nudge her right leg up and out a bit, "don't be pushy."

"I can't even get a hand-" Erica whines, but Stiles doesn't let up.

"You do know this isn't about you cumming, right?" Stiles asks.

"You-" Erica tries to thrust back, "Damn it-"

"You'll cum when I'm good and ready," Stiles tells her, "Now be a good girl and hush," he shifts his weight off of her so he can get better leverage, "Don't make me hold you down, Erica."

Erica whines but stays put, can already feel the Alpha bond forming, all of her instincts telling her to please her Alpha.

Stiles always takes longer to cum the second time, despite being more sensitive, but he gets there and yanks out just as he's cumming, letting it splash on Erica’s ass, thighs, back. She whimpers, he knows she was close, not quite there, but she'd been good for him so he shoves three fingers in her cunt and presses down hard, rubbing at her g-spot.

"Come on," Stiles murmurs, "let go, Rica."

Erica mashes her face into the mattress and screams, fucking squirting.

 

Boyd huffs a bit, but rolls Erica to her side, and sprawls out on his belly, "Okay."

Stiles snorts, "You gonna give me any trouble, big guy?"

"I might sleep," he says, truthfully.

Stiles is still mostly hard, he can keep it up if he strokes himself while he preps Boyd. Boyd is nice and slick, but not loose enough, so Stiles gets busy.

Boyd wasn't kidding, although he didn't really sleep, he did doze.

Stiles idly smears his cum over Boyd, mixing it with Derek’s, "Sleep." he tells them, feels like he's drunk as he drags on his jeans, not bothering with his boxers or shirt this time.

 

Stiles takes a minute to lean against Derek when they meet in the hallway. The werewolf leaving Scott's room and heading for Danny and Isaac.

Derek lightly scrapes his nails through Stiles' belly hair, "Soon," he promises.

Stiles hums and lets himself be pushed to Lydia's room.

 

Lydia had talked to Stiles about this before, what she wanted, ignoring Jackson’s token protests, so he knows what to expect. Jackson is tied to the bed, a big California King with a sturdy base and headboard/footboard that can withstand the way Jackson yanks on his bindings.

His arms are cocked slightly so he's comfortable, but the rope is short enough that he can't really get his wrists more than four or so inches off of the pillows. Two more ropes loop around his legs just slightly below his knees, holding his thighs spread wide, and his ankles are bound the same way as his wrists to prevent him from being able to really move his hips more than a few inches.

"All yours," Lydia says from the chair she's in, reading a book, seemingly bored. Stiles knows better, she's turned on, but she likes the tease of waiting.

Jackson looks pissy, Stiles can't decide if it's the clear plastic chastity device or the fact that Stiles is about to fuck him. Probably a little of both.

"You want me to make him cum?" Stiles asks as he plucks through the lube selection, eying the warming gel, Jackson looks like he's going to very loudly protest, but Stiles isn't crazy, warming gel in the ass? No, thank you. He isn't even crazy about it on his dick, but it isn't nice for massages. He picks the bottle that's half full, an organic water-based lube that the whole pack prefers because it doesn't smell funny and it's nicely slick.

"Up to you," Lydia rolls a shoulder.

"Hm," Stiles leaves his pants on, and gets onto the bed, settling between Jackson’s thighs, "What do you think, Jacks?"

"You better," Jackson glares.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow, "You do understand this isn't about orgasm at all right?" he asks the beta, "I could fuck you six ways from Sunday and not let you cum once and still cement the bond."

Jackson looks stunned, "You- you wouldn't."

Stiles smirks and slides a finger right in, not bothering to warm the gel at all this time, "Try me, cupcake."

Lydia snorts from her seat, "You should fuck his mouth, Stiles, he likes it."

"He does, does he?" Stiles asks idly, easing another finger in, and Jackson whimpers, baring his neck.

"I haven't cleaned up, you know," Stiles informs him.

Jackson actually whines, "Please."

"Wait until I'm done," Stiles orders, sliding in a third finger, twisting them around, spreading them wide, but purposefully missing his prostate. "How long have you been in this?" he flicks the chastity device with a finger.

Jackson can't hold back the yelp, "A- a week," he whines, tries to shift his hips, but Stiles presses a hand on his hip bone.

"Bad boy, hum?" he asks Lydia, who grins.

"I haven't milked him, yet, either," she says.

Stiles did think Jackson’s balls were kind of... swollen.

Stiles twists in his pinky finger, "You ever fist him?" he asks, watching the way Jackson’s eyes go wide.

"No," Lydia cocks her head like she's considering the possibilities.

Stiles hums, curling his fingers as he drags them out, twisting his hand to let his knuckles rub against Jackson’s pink and puffy ass hole. He's completely hairless, like he was waxed, he doesn't doubt that Lydia would cheerfully wax him.

"That isn't going to fit!" Jackson protest when Stiles opens his pants and lets his mostly hard dick fall out.

Stiles ignores Lydia's startled face and knees walks up Jackson’s torso, "Yes it will." he tells him, "Now, open, and don't even think about using your teeth."

He nudges the plump head against Jackson’s lips, using the headboard to steady himself with one hand, and the other to hold his dick, pulling the foreskin back a bit.

"You're uncut?" Lydia asks, surprised because Jackson is, so is Scott and Boyd.

"My ah-" he presses his face into the crook of his elbow as Jackson works his mouth around him, soft and easy, slurping and tasting Scott, Erica, Boyd, even Derek, all over him, "my mom saw the... the thing," he swallows when Jackson sucks, thrusting his hips shallowly, "and totally freaked, wouldn't let the doctor near me."

Lydia snorts, "it does look like a little torture device, doesn't it?"

"God," Stiles mumbles, thrusting a little more firmly, feeling the way Jackson’s throat contracts around the spongy head.

"Right?" Lydia chuckles, "Dirty slut, isn't he?"

"Fucking," Stiles gasps a little, pressing in hard for a second before rolling his hips lazily back and forward again, "greedy too," he grunts as he pulls out, Jackson sucking hard like he's trying to keep Stiles' dick in his mouth by sheer force if need be.

He slides all the way out with a filthy slick pop, and has to take a minute before he can settle back between Jackson’s spread legs.

"That's all the slick you get," Stiles tells him and forcefully thrusts in.

Jackson lets out this wail, not unlike Scott's, baring his neck and clenching down hard.

"Christ," Lydia mumbles.

"Fuck yourself open," Stiles tells her, "I'm not letting him cum."

Lydia doesn't fumble for the lube, even though he can tell she's pretty worked up. She sheds the dress she'd had on, leaving her bra but sliding off her panties, she does grab her strap on when Stiles nods his assent.

Stiles fucks Jackson pretty hard, but he stays well away from his prostate despite all of the whining and begging he does, he shifts his hips as much as the ropes lets him but Stiles isn't going to give him what he wants.

Despite that, Stiles can tell that Jackson is really getting off on it, so he tugs roughly on his balls, Jackson yelps, "hold still," he snarls.

Jackson goes still, eyes wide, mouth open as he pants.

"Look at him," Lydia says, a little roughly, "slutty pup."

Stiles snorts, "maybe you should keep a butt plug in him."

"Or rent him out," Lydia huffs, "Almost ready?"

"Yeah," Stiles grunts and pulls out, ignoring Jackson’s whine. He jerks himself roughly, "you can keep him nice and sloppy for Derek." he leans over Jackson, who looks like he wants to offer his mouth for Stiles' use again, but he cums over the beta's belly and cock, taking a moment to rub it in, patting Jackson’s belly.

He shifts back just enough for Lydia to settle in front of him, he uses his own cum to slick up her dildo and positions Lydia as he wants, guiding her into Jackson’s still sloppy hole.

"Yeah," Stiles murmurs, "now bend over," he tells her, forcing her forward with a hand on her shoulder, not caring that it's his cum slick hand.

Lydia knows exactly what she needs to do, the bond with her Alphas has already started changing, instinct taking over, so she lets Stiles position her as he pleases.

By fucking Lydia while she fucks Jackson, Stiles is slightly changing their bonding within the pack too, not only is Jackson going to instinctively consider Stiles his Alpha, but he'll be more submissive to Lydia, as if he wasn't already.

Stiles keeps his motion lazy enough that there's no way for Jackson to get enough friction from the slimmer dildo in him to actually cum.

It's a little painful now when he comes, he's going to need more of a rest before he can cum again after this, but he does help Lydia get off, pinching her clit while she fingers herself.

He leaves her sprawled over top of Jackson, doesn't bother to do his pants up.

Derek sneaks in a grope as they pass each other in the hall, Stiles hasn't gone soft and he figures if he takes his time, he can work up to a lazy orgasm.

 

"Isaac," Danny flaps a hand at him, "You can- holy crap."

Stiles huffs, "I know you've seen bigger, dude." he shakes his pants off and sprawls out over Isaac who is belly down on one side of their bed, Danny curled up next to him. Isaac hums like he's more asleep than not as he slides in, clearly Derek and used him last.

If he dozes a bit while he lazily thrusts against Isaac’s ass, neither of them call him on it, they also choose not to say a thing when he takes probably half an hour to finger Danny when he's done with Isaac, just to give himself some recovery time.

Isaac and Danny are their most laid back wolves, Isaac hadn't always been so easygoing, but being mated with Danny had helped him recover when nothing else could have.

Stiles fucks Danny as slowly and lazily as he had Isaac, nuzzling his neck, content and affectionate with the pups.

 

Derek has to collect Stiles because he'd actually fallen asleep after rubbing his cum onto Danny’s belly.

 

The betas eat lunch, leaving Derek to coax Stiles into eating a sandwich before he'll let his mate catch a nap.

They puppy pile in the nest the others had made in the living room for the alphas, knowing Stiles would need the nap before they got to the final event.

 

Derek has a thing about being able to see Stiles' face when they have sex, make love, and Stiles doesn't really mind. He especially enjoys lazy sex when he's still half a sleep and Derek just can't keep his hands off. It hadn't really happened much to start because Derek also has this thing about consent, but after Stiles sat him down and explained about how much he enjoyed what amounted to Somnophilia the Alpha was more willing.

Stiles murmurs sleepy encouragement when Derek rearranges him after the Alpha is awake and deems Stiles rested enough, spreads his legs lazily, even a bit slutty, when Derek slicks up his fingers.

They've never actually had sex in front of the pack, there has been some frottage and even heated makeouts, but not full-on sex. Stiles had asked that they keep it simple. It's an intimacy with his mate that he's a bit uncomfortable with sharing, he isn't ashamed or embarrassed of what they do together, it just feels too personal to really share, like it might cheapen what they have together. Derek didn't necessarily agree, but then born werewolves have only a passing comprehension about things that make humans uncomfortable, like casual nudity and even sex. Stiles' discomfort just lay in the exposure of something so intimate, and he's lucky, he knows, that Derek is willing to indulge him. Mostly, Stiles figures Derek just likes rimming him too much to risk having Stiles so uncomfortable as to put a stop to it entirely.

Derek doesn't spend a lot of time on prep with Stiles, but only because they'd had a vigorous bout of sex the night before and a little morning sex in the shower too, so he's nice and pliant, but not as slick as they both enjoy.

The sealing of the bond, sex between the Alpha pair, only requires one to penetrate the other, while the pack witnesses. They both agreed that Derek would be the one to penetrate Stiles for this, if only because they both knew he'd be a bit too worn out to really give Derek a good dicking. Stiles can do that tomorrow, behind closed doors.

The Alpha pair are equals, so Derek doesn't hold him still, he doesn't grunt and grumble when Stiles thrusts up against him or wraps his legs around his waist to pull him closer. Derek can be a tease, after so long he knows exactly how to keep Stiles on edge for how ever long he pleases, but that also means he knows just how to get Stiles off fastest. So, it's hard and fast, and Stiles is sure he blacks out a bit when he comes, definitely painful this time, but in the best way.

The bond settles in like sliding into a pair of favorite worn boots.