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Stiles lost his virginity in the most cliché way possible, in the back of his jeep on the second date with his old friend Heather, before she had to move away to another country. It was awkward and messy, with Heather only wanting to straddle his lap and grind on him, soaking his lap with lube and their cum, not that he minded.
Thinking back on it, this was most likely the moment that changed his life. For better or worse, Stiles doesn’t know.
What he does know, is since then the need for sex is like an itch that’s addictive when scratched. Stiles’ mind has been flipped so that he can’t go a day without having to grind against another person, feel their skin against his and satisfy his craving.
He didn’t want to burden anyone else with this newfound addiction. He thought he could do this alone; buying a sex toy online and waiting by the front door until the mailman came, just so his father wouldn’t get to it first and open it to reveal a surprise, masturbating at least four times a day, going to Jungle a least once a week in the skimpiest clothes he has to grind up against someone, anyone. Stiles did suffer through it for a couple of months, until the need for more was screaming against his skin, and he started to think this was some kind of spell cast on him. Being how their town was the most supernatural place in California, it wasn’t surprising.
So logically, he went to Deaton.
The most embarrassing thing Stiles have had to do for a long time, and with the way Deaton’s face was completely blank while the teenager discussed the problem with complete seriousness, Stiles couldn’t read him. Still, the other man took the information and checked his entire body for any type of mark that would show he had been a victim of any curse, spell, ritual that they hadn’t known about. After being poked and prodded for nearly half an hour, Deaton simply stated that it wasn’t a matter of the supernatural, and that if he wanted answers then he would have to go to a doctor or therapist to get answers.
Though, now that Deaton was involved, it didn’t take long for Scott to find out and seek him out, pulling him to the side at school to question him on why he was getting advice from Deaton. It wasn’t like he was going to blab about his sex life to his best friend, and shrugged it off with a white lie about possibly being a victim of a spell, it kind of was the truth, he did think that, and it was enough for Scott’s werewolf ears to pick up the truth from his heartbeat.
But now that Scott was involved and being the kind-hearted friend that he was, went to Derek for help. Since the alpha was involved, the other pack members were close behind with the knowledge and practically dragged Stiles to the loft to get some answers.
So that’s how the pack found out that Stiles was a sex addict.
There was a lot of speculation of how they should all get Stiles through this; any kind of treatment or therapy, a mark or something on his body that could stop the urges, but it was Peter that actually came up with the solution. He was leaning against a beam watching the rest of the pack discuss the new information, but it was Peter that was actually watching Stiles’ reactions, his heartbeat, and the emotions wafting off the teenager showing how uncomfortable he was with everyone being in his business and telling him how he should go about his life. He spoke up, just loud enough to be heard by everyone, arms crossed over his chest. “Why don’t you let Stiles decide how he wants to deal with his discovery?”
Stiles’ face shone with hope that they would all drop it, but Derek stubbornly argued how he was part of the pack, and should be taken care of as such. The other nodded along with their alpha, of course, but Peter chuckled darkly with a glint in his eye as he spoke once more. “How are you supposed to help him as a pack, do you all want to satisfy his cravings?”
They stood dumbfounded at this, unable to decide whether they should brush Peter off for being, well, Peter, and continue with their search for supporting Stiles with other means. But it was Stiles’ damn mind that followed Peter’s direction and actually started to imagine what each of the pack would be like in bed, how they could pin him down easily and have their way with him. How easier it would be than going out and finding a random guy at a club to grind against, not knowing if they were safe. He trusted everyone here, including Peter, and his dick was so on board with this idea. The smell of his arousal was enough for the wolves to glance in his direction, and the flush rising in Stiles’ cheeks gave it away to everyone else what he was thinking.
Erica gave him a smirk and Stiles knew instantly that she had now switched sides and joined Peter; though is he were honest, Erica has only been lying in wait for a chance to tap that since she told him about her crush during high school. Lydia was similarly curious about this newfound interest but she was smart enough to consider everything rather than dive right in.
She sat down on the sofa where Stiles was waiting for the ground to swallow him up, resting a hand on his knee in a supportive manner. “What do you want, Stiles?”
“You guys don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it would make sense. It’s not safe going out and hooking up in the world we live in, I could easily become a weak link or get into trouble.” Stiles jotted off things that could happen if they were to do this as a pack. It would make Stiles happy for one, being with people he trusted and not only satisfy his need for intimacy but quench the burning in his flesh. It helped a lot that all of the pack were fucking attractive. He spoke up once more, eyes down at his fidgeting hands. “Again, you don’t have to, you guys can walk away and I wouldn’t blame you.”
There was silence in the room for a long time, enough for Stiles to start thinking about just walking out and away from the situation, pretend it never happens, and continue with the routine he had set in place. When Erica spoke up, already her mind was set on helping Stiles out. “How do you want to go about this? Do we just have an all-out orgy or do we take turns? Rosters?”
“Not so fast, we should talk about this more.” Derek spoke up, but it was clear that the other teenagers were already thinking about Stiles’ pros and cons about the situation. What they would also be gaining in this interaction. Jackson even snorted and joked that Stiles was now the pack bitch. The name stung, but Stiles noticed the flush on Jackson’s neck and how his eyes were looking at Stiles with confused lust so he let it slide for now.
The night went on with plenty of questions that were both uncomfortable and informative for everyone involved. Before they could even divulge into anything further, Scott set a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, gripping it firmly. “I’m not comfortable with doing it with my best bro, but dude if you need anything else, I got you.”
“Thanks man.” They embraced and pat each other’s back before Scott turned to leave, not wanting to listen anymore about his best friend’s sex life. Stiles didn’t blame him, but at least he had the other man’s support about this. Kira had that chance to leave with her boyfriend but stayed behind, blushing brightly and murmuring that she wanted to help out her friend however she could.
By the end of the night the pack were more inclined to help Stiles out with his addiction, and they all agreed to explain things further another day once everyone calmed down. As Stiles drove away in the jeep, he felt more connected to the pack than ever before, knowing how they were ready to support him and further connect the pack bonds between them.
A week later though, Stiles was confused as to where things were going. No one was taking the first steps, and Stiles felt like there was something he was missing. So he waited, a whole week without another person’s touch, stuffing his fingers in his hole and rubbing his dick raw.
The next pack meeting was where Stiles finally got his answers. Derek had made an order that he was to be first, as a way of the alpha, and a sign of respect that he would take care of his packmate first. That’s how Stiles found himself being practically dragged upstairs with Derek, his cock tenting the front of his jeans and creating a wet patch from precome.
He thought it would be awkward at first, having sex with someone that he knows. Stiles thought wrong though, being pushed on the bed and Derek kneeling on the bed over him, his shirt the first to go with Derek’s close behind, throwing them behind him as he dove down to scent mark Stiles’ neck and litter it with bites and kisses. “Holy shit.”
Derek wasn’t much of a talker as per usual but his actions spoke louder anyway, wanting to do all the work. He unbuttoned Stiles’ jeans, yanking them down along with his boxers and spread his legs wide, slotting himself between them to rut their hips together. Stiles could barely get his head around how Derek’s muscles were working as he moved, his cock soaking with slick and soft noises escaping from the back of his throat. He tried to grab onto Derek’s sides, stroke along his stomach, cling to him, but Derek was in control.
He snatched Stiles’ hands and brought them to the front of his trousers, making Stiles undo them with ease and open them up to show how holy fuck he goes commando. With that, Derek pushed Stiles’ arms onto the bed with a look in his eyes that ordered him to stay still while he moved. The alpha pushed himself off the bed to pull his jeans off, kicking them to the side and standing at the bottom of the bed. Derek just watched him for a moment, hand cupping his cock and giving it a firm stroke from base to tip that made Stiles whimper with need, his own dick twitching.
Stiles wanted to move, wanted to sit up and pull Derek down onto him, wanted to slick his hole up and have the alpha stuff him full right now. Instead he almost felt that he needed permission, his eyes unmoving from Derek’s until the alpha commanded him with a firm voice. “Suck me.”
Don’t mind if he does.
The teenager was up like a rocket, crawling the rest of the way on the bed until he was kneeling in front of Derek. With a quick glance up at the alpha, Stiles was away, grabbing the base of Derek’s cock and taking him down to the root, eyes closing in bliss and moaning around the meat in his mouth. It was salty, and musky, and delicious.
Derek had placed his hands on the back of Stiles’ head but didn’t force any movement, allowing Stiles to just enjoy suckling on his dick and bobbing his head. He doesn’t exactly know how long he was tasting Derek’s cock, swallowing around the flesh in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and tasting precoma beading there. But Derek tugged on his hair enough for him to pull off and bring him up for a dirty kiss, biting and sucking at Stiles’ lips until they were plump from the abuse. They broke away with heavy panting, Derek’s palm flat on Stiles’ chest and pushing him back down on the mattress. “One day I’m going to knot your mouth, have you on your knees for hours just worshipping me, but not today.”
It was most Derek had spoken in the bedroom, and it was almost enough for Stiles to cum from the thought alone. He wanted to savour it though, and gulped thickly when Derek leant over him to collect the lube, slicking up his fingers and reaching down between Stiles’ legs. The alpha didn’t even watch what he was doing, keeping his eyes on Stiles’ and watching as the teenager’s mouth opened with a silent gasp as he was spread open on his fingers.
There was nothing he could do besides keeping eye contact with Derek, and trying not to cum from the way his thick fingers filled him up and took their time prepping him for what was to come. His fingers spasmed when Derek found his prostate, and from the quick smirk on the alpha’s lips, he knew too. He didn’t torture Stiles with it though, focusing more on stretching his hole out for Derek’s cock. One finger, two, three, his ass was going to be aching deliciously by the end of this.
Stiles groaned with need when Derek pulled his fingers out, attempting to roll over onto his stomach so Derek could fuck him doggy. Most of the guys he had fucked at the club preferred to rut into him with Stiles’ chest to their back, enough for them to squeeze and slap at Stiles’ ass before emptying their load. Derek wasn’t like that, noticing the movement and snatching Stiles’ thighs before pushing them up and spreading them wide. Stiles gasped with his eye wide, but complied by hooking his hands under his knees and keeping himself still for the alpha to slick up his cock with lube. “You stay where I put you.”
He almost choked out a ‘yes sir’, something in the back of his mind groaning at the dominance at play. Stiles stayed silent though, kept his legs spread like a good boy, and waited for the burn of Derek’s cock.
What a stretch it was, pushing into him slowly while the alpha’s eyes watched the way Stiles’ rolled up into their sockets and mouth parted to sigh in pleasure. He was thick, fuck was he thick, and it stretched him apart.
Derek didn’t stop there, slowly continuing to press into him until his hips touched Stiles’ ass and the alpha’s hands glided over the backs of Stiles’ thighs, humming out praise. He ran his fingertips down Stiles’ thighs and watched as the skin quivered, cock flexing inside him before Derek pulled out just as slow and set up a steady rhythm.
He could feel the burn of Derek’s cock with every thrust, and when the alpha shifted just a little to get better movement it nudged against his prostate perfectly. Stiles gripped tightly onto the backs of his knees as he moaned low, head resting back against the bed and closing his eyes when Derek took initiative and picked up the pace. Derek’s hand gravitated to Stiles’ cock that was being jostled with the thorough fucking, beginning to stroke it along with his thrusts and almost purring at the reaction he got from it. Stiles whined high in his throat and started to rock back against Derek’s hips, eyes shut tight and his own dick spitting out precome over Derek’s hand.
Maybe it was the scent in the air that told Derek how close he was, or it could have been from the rambling that Stiles was doing, practically begging to be allowed to cum. The alpha didn’t stop his ministrations though, fucking into Stiles and pumping his cock until the teenager arched against the mattress with a shout of pleasure, hot come spurting out onto his chest and stomach. What he didn’t expect was how Stiles laughed after his orgasm, shuddering out in bliss as he chuckled. Derek had slowed down, ready to pull out and get Stiles to suck him off the res of the way but Stiles must have read his mind, speaking up in a hushed voice. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me, wanna feel you in me. Feels good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, give it to me.” Stiles hums happily, biting his lip when Derek started up again with vigour. He let go of Stiles’ cock to grab purchase of the teenager’s hips, using them for leverage as he pounded into the other man, their movements violent enough for Stiles to start sliding up on the mattress enough that he giggled and had to let go of one of his legs to push against the headboard.
He wasn’t laughing for long though once Derek caught his sweet spot once more, panting out praise and edging the alpha on to fuck him hard. They rocked together harshly until Derek could feel the bubbling in his groin, baring his teeth and grunting out his orgasm as he pressed deep inside Stiles. They remained still for a couple of seconds to catch their breaths, Derek looking down at a very blissed out Stiles, his eyes half lidded and smiling goofily up at him. Of course, Stiles was always going to remain the same teen, sex wasn’t going to change anything.
He was kind enough to pull out and let Stiles’ legs down onto the mattress, rolling next to him and settling down to rest. Stiles ran his finger through the mess on his stomach, sucking some of the come into his mouth with a pleased noise.
They remained in the bed for a couple more minutes to revel in the feeling of their orgasms settle in their bones, until Derek overheard the television downstairs pick up. He pushed himself up and off the bed, redressing himself and rolling his eyes at the way Stiles pouted as the view of his body was being hidden behind the clothes. “You’re welcome to stay up here, but I’m not going downstairs naked.”
“Spoilsport.” Stiles huffed and sat up, stretching out and enjoying the dull ache in his hips. Derek left down the stairs and Stiles took a moment to look around the room; it wasn’t often that he was allowed up here, and even more rare that the alpha left him alone in the bedroom. It was pretty bare, with a dresser for clothes, a bedside table with a lamp, and obviously the bed. It wasn’t really Derek’s bed through since he slept downstairs on the double bed, this was more of a spare room for when the pack wanted to stay over.
Politely, Stiles got off the bed and opened the windows, letting the air circulate and save the werewolves’ sensitive noses from the onslaught of sex scents that were very likely hanging in the air and soaking into the sheets. Getting dressed was displeasing but Stiles felt he should go downstairs and be sociable.
When he padded down the stairs with a huff, he noticed that there was pizza and a movie playing, along with a couple of the pack member’s eyes following his every move. He would care later, but right now there was a mouthful of pepperoni and Marvel playing. Stiles spared a quick glance over at Derek, and settled down more after noticing how relaxed the alpha was, patting himself on the back for that because the man deserved to be relaxed.