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There was a moment of silence as Jackson stared at the scene before him; His dad, and his cousin Derek, kissing. It was already shocking and weird (he was never taught about the whole "incest isn't a thing for werewolves because he grew up with his human mother until she died), but they shared a kiss while someone was right between them, being sandwiched and having a "blissfully lost in pleasure" expression on his face, toes curled as his legs wrapped around Derek's waist, arms held his father Peter to stop him from moving, and a tears on his face. Never had Jackson seen Stiles looking so fucked before. He looked absolutely destroyed, and yet he looked to be in heaven about it- And then his dad turned to look at him: "Heh, look who's here, Der." His cousin Derek turned to look back, a hazy look of lust in his eyes that faded into a look of disdain as they made eye contact. Derek never really liked him for some reason, but now? Now he looked like he despised his very existence- like him being alive in his vicinity was a sin. "Oh son, look at what treasure you threw away."
Jackson's eyes snapped back to Stiles while his dad grinned, both he and his cousin were penetrating Stiles- And, knowing that because they were werewolves, his dad and cousin were very big.
No wonder Stiles looked like he was in heaven.
"First-" With a loud groan, his dad Peter sank deeper into his ex-boyfriend, making the little guy shiver and moan: "-you don't tell him our little fanged secret, and then you abandon him? He is literally so cute~! How could you? Well, he's mine-" Derek growled, full on growled like a rabid dog, making Peter sigh: "-I mean, he's ours now. Satisfied, you little possessive baby?" Derek huffed, never one to talk too much, preferring to use his actions instead of words. In response to his dad's question, his cousin pushed deeper into Stiles as a knot popped, tying the three of the together. "Ooh fuck!" His dad also knotted Stiles, and Jackson was only there to watch because his body refused to move as his father and cousin fucked his ex-boyfriend in his own bed, in his own room. "Fuck, fuck- Shit, pup, you're amazing!" It was a little surreal to watch Stiles be knotted by two werewolves when he broke up with him because he didn't want to fuck a human anymore because he couldn't claim him.
So he turned to fuck his ex-boyfriend's best friend, who was a werewolf and could take his knot, who could be claimed. So, imagine his surprise when he saw the two big bite marks on Stiles' shoulders that represented ownership and love...
His own dad and cousin claimed Stiles as their Mate.
It all started last christmas.
Stiles and Jackson had been going strong for the past three years by then. Stiles had met and started dating Jackson in college, he was the captain for the LaCrosse team and he was just a little nerdy guy- High-school wasn't a thing anymore, but Stiles was pretty proud of being a nerd and doing nerd things, so he never changed that part of himself even though he was relentlessly bullied by his peers in High-school. He developed a big crush on the jock big guy that was Jackson Whittemore, and was deeply surprised when he asked him out on a date. Him! Stiles Stilinski, the nerdiest freak you could find in a 500 mile radius, to a date!?
He said yes, full stop.
Why not? He had never been on a date before so he didn't know what to do- thankfully, his best friend Scott McCall was there to aid him in this endeavor! He let him borrow one of his ex-girlfriend's pants that she had left behind and had never come to take back, so it was a size smaller than the ones he would normally wear, which made his ass bigger than it normally was. Scott also gave him some advice, which boiled down to simply three rules: Don't overwhelm or overdo it (aka Don't Go Into a Rant, Stiles), don't stress him out, and don't be too loud. Which, well, for Stiles? Those three rules were a bit torturous to go throw because Stiles just wanted to nerd out at everything he could see- it was basically somethimg he would do at all times! Just going on extreme details about things he likes is one of his passions, as is learning about random things.
He had to physically stop himself from going on a rant three times on that first date- and even more so the following dates! Jackson soon was integrated in his life and Stiles returned to normal, going on rants and speaking like he had no filter (which he doesn't), and being obnoxious and annoying... Or, well, that was how he saw himself after a few fights they had. He spoke too much, he listened too little, he was always commenting on things he had no right to, he didn't know everything, he wasn't the person to speak about something, and he wasn't Jackson's owner. Jackson started getting a bit distant after their last fight a month before Christmas. Thankfully, he wasn't uninvited to the party at his family's house, but after three years of dating Jackson he was ready to meet his family.
"And remember, Stiles-" Scott turned around to look at him, a serious expression on his face: "-don't be... all that." Scott was wearing a red and green sweater he received from Jackson a week ago while Stiles was wearing one of Jackson's shirts that were a bit too big for him. He thought it was sweet that Jackson was a bit more possessive of him than normal- he made a bunch of research and he knew that when a boyfriend keeps making you wear his clothes, it is a sign of possessiveness, and he thinks that's adorable. "You just... pointed to me?" Scott was a bit blunt but he meant well, Stiles was basically his best friend, so Stiles didn't take it to heart whenever Scott was being a bit ruder than normal. He most likely meant that Jackson's family was quieter and that him being him would break that silence and annoy everyone there... He always did. "Yep, don't be so you tonight, okay? Jackson told me that everyone in his family has sensitive hearing, so don't be too loud." Scott had met Jackson's family before because he worked with Jackson's cousin named Laura, he was a friend of the family so it wasn't surprising for him.
"Well, I think I can manage."
They soon arrived at the Hale House. It was a beautiful home, the freshly fallen white snow covered the entire place and really gave it a festive vibe- the decorations then? They were gorgeous! There were several Christmas trees around the house forming a beautiful garden of knee height little Christmas trees with white snow upon them. There were Christmas lights spread all over the house and trees, and there was a lot of boxes everywhere decorated like presents. "Woah..." Stiles marveled at the sheer dedication of the Hales to decorate the place! He walked the steps to the front door that opened as soon as he was about to knock- there, before him, was the biggest guy he has ever seen in his life! Jackson was taller than him, sure, but Stiles had to look up to see the guy's eyes. "Oh, hello. Nice to meet you, I'm-" Before he could say anything, Scott pushed him a bit to the side as he put on a friendly smile: "Derek!" The man now named Derek took a step back, eyeing Scott before huffing and walking away, leaving the door open. "-...Stiles." Stiles finished his sentence lamely, looking at the retreating back of the giant of a man who was walking away.
"Uhmm... Should we?"
"He left the door open." Scott invited himself in and Stiles followed. Soon they were in the living room, Stiles took off his shoes and walked on his socks towards the crowd and- oh, Jackson had a large family! He never really spoke about them to him and he respected his privacy, he didn't want to be a clingy boyfriend because that was what he hated, according to Scott who knew Jackson- they apparently knew each other before Stiles started dating him, but when Stiles asked, Scott gave vague descriptions of them meeting at a camp... Which was weird, but Stiles never gave it much of a thought anyway. "Hello everyone!" Scott cheerfully smiled, making everyone look back at them and smile too-
"Hey Scott!"
"Hi Scott, how you doin'?"
"Hey scotty!"
"Scott, man, how you doing?"
And a few other greetings. Stiles felt a bit awkward about this whole debacle until he saw Jackson coming downstairs- he was already walking towards him and pulled him into a hug. If he had been more attentive, if he had been a bit less dense, he would've seen the look of surprise in Jackson's eyes when he saw him there. He should've known then and there that Jackson did not expect him to be there at all. He should have known that Scott's reluctance to bring him along was a red flag- but Stiles didn't want to be the jealous and paranoid boyfriend, so he ignored it all and believed in his boyfriend. "Jackson!" He did not see the way the family looked at the two of them with curiosity and confusion, many giving Scott awkward glances, and some even looking a bit surprised: "You won't believe the day I had, but- Well, I wanted to surprise you and Scott was coming, and, well... I mean, you've already met my family, so I thought I could meet yours too!"
"...sure, Stiles." He should have seen the reluctance in his eyes, heard the hesitation in his voice, but Stiles was nothing if not ignorant of what he didn't want to see! "Everyone, this is Stiles. Stiles, this is everyone." The introduction was short, making Stiles feel a bit awkward about everything so he just waved his hand and said: "Uhm, hi? I'm Jackson's boyfriend, I don't know if he talked about me?" The moment he said he was Jackson's boyfriend, he saw that a few people looked back at Scott, who was looking at the two of them with a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. He saw a bit of shock and disappointment in other people's eyes, making him feel self-conscious. He knew he wasn't good looking, but to look at him with pity and disappointment? That is just too much! "Uhm, okay..." The rest of the night was fucking awkward. Stiles was mostly ignored by everyone. Whenever he tried speaking to someone, they would stop speaking and awkwardly try to push him out of the conversation. Jackson had gone back upstairs as his aunt, Talia, had called him up there. Sometimes, some of them would flinch whenever he approached, and everyone was giving Scott and him side eyes.
It reached a point where Stiles stopped trying to interact with people- Scott had gone upstairs for a while now and everyone was giving him either pitying looks or awkward glances. Some tried to initiate conversation with him out of pity, but he was done- he wanted to go home. His ride was Scott, so he went upstairs looking for him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." That was the first time in the entire night Stiles heard the mysterious Derek Hale speak! His voice was gravely and deep, sending shivers down his spine because he could feel his bones vibrating with the man's voice: "Uhm, why?" The man looked at him with a lost look on his face, like he was searching for something... And then he found it. His eyes seemed to widen a bit and he took a step back, running away slowly- for anyone else, it would look like he was just walking away. For Stiles? Who grew up with people avoiding or ignoring, sometimes hurting him? He knew how it looked like whenever someone was trying to run away from you but didn't want to actually run.
A bit freaked out, Stiles went upstairs and looked for Scott.
And he found not only Scott, but Jackson too. Balls deep inside his best friend- Stiles' eyes widened for a moment, not believing what he was seeing. He stopped there at the door, feeling himself sink down... Everyone was bleak for a moment, he felt broken and lost, and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to scream at them, he wanted to attack them, he wanted to rage and cry- but nothing would come out. Stiles turned around, closed the door, and walked downstairs. The look he received from everyone was enough to make him aware that they knew- everyone there knew, and nobody had even bothered to tell him.
"...have a nice night."
That was all he said- he couldn't stay there, he couldn't look anyone in the eye, all he could do was step out of the house and walk. He was wearing Jackson's baggy shirt. He didn't feel that cold, but when he looked down at it he felt like he was dirty, a symbol of possessiveness became a symbol of betrayal, and he didn't want to wear it anymore! He was feets away from the Hale house when he began to tear the shirt apart with his bare hands, uncaring of the sudden rush of cold that overcame his senses. He was cold, but his heart was hot with rage, pain, sadness, and it hurt. It physically hurt him, he could feel the pain in his chest and he wanted to dig it out so it would stop hurting- and he was crying, his tears were freezing on his face as the wind picked up around him, a blizzard suddenly arriving and wrecking everything around him. But he didn't notice it, he was focused on his own breaking heart. Betrayal of two sides that hit him hard. His best friend, his brother, the one he grew up with and the man he thought he loved...
Stiles felt stupid. He felt overwhelmed. He felt like he was breaking into small chunks of meat and bone, left behind to freeze in this cold, cold place. He could feel himself freezing, and he welcomed it, he wanted it, and-
"...what are you doing out here?"
-a voice spoke to him. Stiles shook his head, flinching when a hand touched his shoulder. He turned sharply to look at whoever touched him and saw the man- Tall, dirty blond hair, deep blue eyes and very handsome. Stiles would've appreciated his beauty if it wasn't for the fact that he recognized him, he had seen him once in Jackson's phone; he was Peter Hale, Jackson's father. "Young man, are you alright? Oh, who am I kidding? You're clearly not alright!" He pulled him closer, Stiles didn't know how to react because all he could focus on was the unnatural pain he felt, like something had been ripped out of his damn chest and he was bleeding! Jackson's dad hugged him, pulling his jacket to wrap it around him as the blizzard seemed to grow stronger and stronger: "Shit, we're far from my home now and this freak blizzard is getting worse- Don't worry, I won't let you freeze and die." Stiles wanted to say "let me", because this pain was unbearable. Only later would he learn what had happened that day- It was the pain of having two bonds broken and ripped off of his soul.
His brotherly bond with Scott McCall and his starting Mate Bond with Jackson Whittemore Hale.
Peter pulled him to his car- apparently he had been running late when he saw and heard him crying, so he ran up to see what was going on... Peter kept talking, but Stiles couldn't shake the sudden and heavy weight inside his heart that made him feel like he didn't want to do anything. Depression, sudden and sharp, pressed down on his psyche and made Stiles unreachable for the majority of the night. He was in shock, not believing what he saw but each time he closed his eyes he'd see it again, and again, and again- it was burned in his eyes with such precision he could count the amount of hairs in Jackson's balls if he wanted to. "-I'm sorry, but I need-" Sometimes, he would hear something being said, but his mind would shut off the voice speaking and he'd be back to suffering within his own mind- each time that happened, the blizzard got stronger and faster. He was soon being snuggled, hugged and held close by Jackson's dad as they sat together in the backseat of the car. Snow had buried the car and they were trapped inside. Honestly, he can't appreciate being trapped in a car in the middle of a blizzard, being held by a big strong daddy right now. He is processing having two people he loved betray him, okay!?
Probably he will remember this day and curse his past self for not taking advantage of the hot daddy, but right now is not the time!
Soon after the blizzard ended, Peter got them out of there by breaking through the window and digging his way out- Stiles did not notice at the time how the glass was pushed out of the hot daddy's hand and the wound healed, he was too busy looking at Peter's ass. He felt a bit reinvigorated after crying his heart out in grief and rage and spiteful enough to appreciate the shirtless hot daddy- oh, right, he took his shirt off to "increase body contact and body heat" which Stiles is very sure doesn't work like that... But hey, he got hugged by a hot daddy, so that's good! Soon they were out of the car and Peter decided to take him back to his home, the majority of the Hales were still there, so Stiles didn't want to be there. "I'd rather freeze to death than enter that house again and see that fucker and his little bitch toy." Were his words, his first few words after crying himself to unconsciousness the night before. Peter, hearing that, decided to respect his decision and called out for his nephew Derek. Derek understood the assignment and brought them thick, thick winter's clothing. Jackets, thick pants, boots, gloves, and everything a fragile guy like him needed! Stiles did grab Derek's hand before he could pull away as he looked into his green-blue eyes and said "Thank you." Peter then guided him back to Beacon Hills- Derek followed silently, like a guard dog.
And that was how the First Hale Christmas Party Stiles came to ended in a disaster. He was cheated on and almost died to a random blizzard! He thought that that was the last day he would ever hear about or see a Hale, but to his surprise, Derek started to appear in his life. Once, a week after his break-up with Jackson- which was just a text reading [Have fun fucking Scott, we're done- oh, by the way, I hope you find a new place to stay] -the big man simply just... appeared!
Stiles was looking at his laptop in a coffee shop, grumpy like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, when a cup was placed before him. He blinked and looked up to see the infamous Derek Hale in all his brooding silence as he loomed above him- he was pretty intimidating from below, but it gave him a nice view of those big bahonkers of his. Seriously, Stiles never despised his own body more than whenever he saw another man who was bigger and had bigger muscles than him. Maybe that's why Jackson left him? Because he was out of his league? Well, if that was the case, then Jackson wouldn't have cheated on him with Scott McCall of all people. He'd go for someone hot, like Lydia Martin or even Ethan since he's "Sexually Attracted to Anything" according to his own words. "Uhm, can I help you? Oh, is this about the stupid shit Jackson forgot in my apartment? Tell him to go fuck himself, and that he can find his shit where the sun doesn't shine-"
"Antarctica?"
"-what?" His rant suddenly frozen (heh), Stiles looked at the big man. He looked curious, maybe a bit adorable as he looked down at him, as if wating for an answer: "Not exactly? I mean, you can see the sun shining in Antarctica, its just that half of the year it is completely pitch dark in there and- Why am I talking about this with you? What do you want?" Stiles spent so long trying to convince Jackson to let him meet his family, and now he doesn't even want to see them painted in gold after what they didn't do. They didn't warn him of how fucking stupid the scumbag was, how he was cheating on him, and how it was with his then best friend! "Your family has already done enough by doing nothing."
"We didn't know." Derek looked like he was making an effort to speak, he huffed audibly, like a big dog or a big animal that stopped running- it was heavy and loud, but only a single exhale through his nose and mouth, carrying a faint scent of mint: "He... presented Scott as his Mate. His chosen Mate. We didn't know you two were dating, he never talked about you." Maybe Derek came to explain out of the goodness of his heart, but hearing those words brought a world of pain to Stiles' body and mind: "...of course he didn'." Why would he? What is there to say about Mieczisław "Stiles" Stilinski? What good things can you think about when you meet him? What way would you ever date a guy so broken and fucked up that you would willing let you family meet the disgrace that he was? Why would you ever admit to your family that you're fucking something like Stiles? Just the thought alone brings sheer disgust to one's mind. That... That's probably why Jackson left him, huh? Because of him. His entire being wasn't enough, wasn't good enough.
A hand touched his shoulder and a concerned Derek Hale looked down at him- And Stiles couldn't help but flinch at the sudden and powerful attraction he felt. It felt wrong, he felt broken and yet he felt whole, and that were contradictions that he did not want to deal with!
"Are you okay?"
"...no, no I'm not."
"...okay."
And they stayed silent. Stiles slowly pulled together the pieces of what one would call his heart, and tried to hide them- maybe a few walls would make it so his heart is protected from harm?
Thankfully (or sadly, if you were Past-Stiles), Derek Hale did not leave him alone.
In the library? There he was, reading Pride and Prejudice, or some other novel.
Getting coffee? He would bring him a cup of his favorite mix of black coffee, milk, chocolate powder, and cream in just the right way.
Studying for finals? Suddenly, Derek is in campus with him. He had room in his apartment for the big man, and Stiles was not used with living alone, so he would constantly appear and disappear. And then... Peter Hale invaded that routine. He started coming along with Derek and he never left. Stiles thanked him for not letting him die, not letting him freeze, and Peter just smiled and they exchanged pleasantries.
Until the full moon.
He was not expecting to have to barricade his door because of a huge black wolf with blue eyes, but that scared the shit out of him! He could swear it spoke with Derek's voice, but it would only repeat three words "Mate", "Afraid", "Play?" in a distorted and deep baritone voice that made his bones vibrate. He did not expect even more was to find a very naked Derek Hale in his door the next morning! He brought him inside before anyone else could see him, thankfully he was one of the few new tenants of this new apartment complex, so he was clear. After admiring Derek's body for a few moments (minutes), Stiles wiped the drool off of his face and covered him and waited.
So, werewolves are real.
Shocking, I know!
They apparently choose people to be their one and only forever, and when Stiles asked if it was like imprinting Derek got up and left, so werewolves hate Twilight. I mean, it's not a good book series anyway, but he did not expect for Derek to come back with his uncle and lay it all for him to know and watch-
"Okay, so incest is a thing for werewolves. Got it, got it."
-as Derek deep tongued his uncle like a hungry beast. It was, admittedly, pretty hot to watch this incestuous act happen right before his very eyes, but he was not expecting to learn that the human does not choose who the Mate is, only the wolf. So it happens that one's wolf can choose more than one Mate and they can be family members, which is why incest isn't that worrying for werewolves- Because if one of the Mates is a family member, the wolf will eventually choose someone else to compensate the potential scarcity of DNA that would result in a deformed baby. They were a bit surprised when their new Mate was another man, but they easily and eagerly wanted him... Which was crazy for Stiles to hear, so he laughed it off and dismissed it entirely.
It didn't make sense.
Why would two hot guys want to be with him!? That doesn't make sense to him at all! But because he didn't want them to know, he kept those thoughts to himself- slowly but eagerly, they wormed their way into his life, aiding him with daily activities, supporting him, and making sure he wasn't alone. Something he never felt ever since the death of his dad a few years ago... If only he knew that one day two guys (who are related, no less) would want to fuck him, he'd riot! He was a pretty protective man after all, and he couldn't afford to lose his boy. 'But apparently I could afford to lose him.' There was bitterness still, because his dead died of a heart attack! He had been sneaking out meals from him, his cholesterol increased, and he had a heart attack. That was the first betrayal Stiles experienced and it took him years until he stopped blaming himself for it all. Maybe that's why he never tried to push with Jackson? Because he was afraid of losing him like he lost his dad, by pushing too much?
What good that did.
The two Hales just... became part of his life, and he didn't even notice. 6 months after the whole fiasco with Jackson, Stiles finally snapped- he had looked at his phone once when he got a notification, he had mostly forgotten about it, but when he unlocked his phone to see that the notification was Jackson announcing his engagement to Scott McCall, he lost it. All the suppressed emotions he hadn't properly processed in his entire life came crashing down on him- his father's death, his mother's death and watching her wither away in that hospital bed from cancer, all the little teasing and downright physical and emotional abuse he went through High-school with all the bullying, watching his favorite pet die and hold her little cat body as she withered away, almost dying in that blizzard, seeing his boyfriend cheating on him with his best friend who he watched almost suffocate and die when they were younger... All his bad memories, all his trauma, everything bad that he has ever seen or has ever happened to him came together, at once, and he blanked out. He woke up hours later, in bed, being hugged by Derek Hale, his wrists hurting, while Peter sat by the foot of the bed and gazed down at his phone.
"Huh...? Wha' happened?"
"..." Derek was glaring at him, tears in his red eyes from crying too much: "...you made me cry."
Peter saw that this wasn't going anywhere, and said: "Stiles, little one- You just... Just tried to commit suicide."
"What? No, I didn't." Stiles shook his head: "Why would I? I have no reason to-" His whole body froze. He had no memory of what had happened: "-Derek? Peter?" He looked up at them and saw their confusion and fear in his eyes as he said: "I don't... remember." So, as it turned out, Stiles wasn't completely human! Surprise? He had some sort of magical spirit alter ego within himself that was dying because of what Jackson Whittemore Hale did to him- His spirit was similar to a werewolf's wolf spirit, but his was dedicated to magic, and his own spirit thought that Jackson's wolf and it were meant to be... So when Stiles saw Jackson fucking Scott, it was like a slap to the face of the spirit, who decided to reject Jackson's wolf. That was the immeasurable pain Stiles felt that day, it was his magic spirit crying and dying slowly. And now? After his spirit recovered, he saw something that triggered his spirit so badly it made his body and mind give up.
If it wasn't for Derek to come earlier that day, Stiles would have bled to death in that bathtub (which he never saw again after that day). There were various solutions to this problem- and one of them just happened to be easily achievable. He had, he needed to establish bonds to replace the two his magic spirit ripped out, so the wound in his very soul would heal. And, well, there were two big men willing to be the bonds that bind his spirit together! It was slightly codependent, sure, but Stiles spent a whole week asking them if they were sure before he asked Deaton, the Hale Druid, for guidance on how to perform the ritual- which he discovered wasn't all that complicated and the two Hale men could do with his permission and consent.
So... He chose to have sex with them and be claimed by them.
His first time with the uncle-nephew duo was not what he expected it to be.
The moment he made his mind about it changed everything- He noticed how Derek would get this look in his eyes, a barely contained excitement like he knew what Stiles had decided upon. Peter would be more touchy and more soft with him the following week after his failed suicide attempt. They didn't clobber him or overwhelmed him, they just made sure that he knew they were there for him no matter what he had in mind. It was honestly sweet to see and feel their ever-present touch and soft whispers of reassurance that many times fell on deaf ears... If was hard to believe something whispered sweetly in your ears when your mind screams the exact opposite.
But then Stiles made his choice, and everything changed.
It was on the 7th night of 7th month ever since they met that Stiles set everything up. He nervously texted both Derek and Peter the same message that read: [I've made my decision, will you claim me?] with a photo of him, in his bedroom, wearing his tightest clothes. He didn't want to be seen as needy, so he went through his whole closet searching for the perfect clothes to wear and send that photo! It was a bit uncomfortable to wear those clothes, sure, but they made him look a bit cuter than he normally is. The evidence of such claim was the sound of Derek Hale entering his house like he was running from the police, scrambling to get the spare key Stiles gave him out of his pockets and just pushing his way until he opened the door to Stiles' room and stopped.
He was drooling.
"You sure." There should have been a question mark in there, but neither Stiles nor Derek cared about it. Derek took his shirt off and nervousness hit Stiles with such intensity that he felt his fingers twitch as he didn't know what to do with them! "Fuck... cute." Derek was a man of little words, Stiles learned that he spent most of his time as a wolf so he had no need for words- something about trauma? Neither Derek nor Peter went into many details, but Derek went through something that traumatized him as a child and that he only found comfort and coped with as a wolf. "Clothes off." Stiles had to take his clothes off himself because of the clawed hands Derek now had as he could barely contain himself- Stiles started with his shorts, pulling them down until he was only in his underwear, then he took his tight white t-shirt off and sighed: "...should I take your clothes off too?" Derek's glowing blue eyes were more than enough of an answer to go ahead and do exactly that! Stiles touched the fly of Derek's pants and the wolfman grinned widely- his sharp teeth glinting in the light as he pulled down the fly and pulled the pants down to see-
"Oh, y-you're not wearing any underwear."
-yeah, Derek Hale was going commando. When Stiles pulled the pants down, the region he thought was Derek's thigh was actually his dick. And oh boy, the moment that monster was free, Stiles could not keep his eyes off of it. It was huge, at least 9 inches at minimum! "W-wow, uhm, I-i don't know what to do now?" Stiles looked up to make eye contact with Derek, who was just looking down at him with a wide grin: "I, uhm, we never got too far... Jackson would always say I, uh, wouldn't be able to handle it... So I would just, uhm, jerk him off sometimes." He did not tell Derek that he spent months of the time he dated Jackson just playing with his hole, trying to be able to take it. He thought that, maybe, if he was prepared he could convince Jackson... and, well, he never got to it. "So, uh, lube? Lube." Stiles opened the drawer by the side of his bed and pulled out a bottle of lube and used it with gusto on that monster of a dick. He had to use both ands to hold it, and even then it was heavy. Stiles bit his lips as he tugged at that monster dick- He felt Derek's clawed hands touch his waist before his underwear was ripped off of his body: "Woah-"
Stiles found himself lying on his back with a feral werewolf on top of him, grinning from ear to ear, cock aligned with his hole. Stiles had only one moment to realize what was about to happen before he felt a world of- pleasure? "..." He had to blink for a moment, look down at his bulged out stomach and the way Derek had pushed himself fully down in one single thrust. His stomach had a bulge, it had bulged out to accommodate Derek's monster dick and Stiles felt no pain- did his months of training work? "Oh fuck!" He did not have any time to even consider that because Derek was fucking him now, properly fucking him like a beast, a monstrous beast that sought out its own pleasure uncaring for the little sex toy bitch it was using to reach such pleasurable heights. It was brutal, Stiles felt his bones rattle with ever thrust, he felt his muscles spasm with everything thrust, he felt his entire body alight with mind searing pleasure with every single damn thrust.
It shouldn't be possible, but taking Derek felt like heaven.
It was like his body had been starving for dick and it accepted Derek eagerly and easily- His body wanted Derek, his mind wanted Derek, his soul needed Derek. It was a show of how hard he was despairing for him because he was already cumming untouched by the time Derek's knot (he didn't know werewolves could knot!) caught the edges of his rim and pushed inside with the intensity of a punch. Well, considering that Derek's dick was thicker than Stiles' fist and longer than his arms, it felt like he was being fisted instead of fucked, and the sheer brutality of Derek's thrusts were enough to force him to cum- He had already covered his own stomach and chest with ropes of white and he didn't notice until Derek had knotted him and pressed his chest down against Stiles' own messy chest. Derek's big and hairy chest pressed down and rubbed against the cum on Stiles' body. Now, they both smelled like each other and sex. Stiles' legs were still shivering, his toes were still clenched, and his whole body was still on fire as he felt Derek filling him up to the brim with his cum. Heat spread within his stomach, and Stiles felt his entire body settle in a comfortable and relaxed sensation- Until teeth sank into his shoulder, cutting through his skin and muscle, settling on the bone. Stiles was screaming in pain before he could fully register what was happening, the knot within him was moving and his prostate was being crushed again, so the pain was being mixed with a surge of pleasure. His body was adoringly taking everything it could, every sensation it had the privilege to feel.
He felt owned. He felt loved. He felt... whole? Not, there was a part missing still, but the hole in his heart now had something in it, it didn't hurt as much as it was hurting before. He didn't even know it was hurting because he felt that way for so long that he just thought it was normal- now? Now the pain has been reduced, but he still needs something, someone else. "Peter...?" Dazed, Stiles tried to look around for his second Mate: "Peter, where are you?" His voice was hoarse- how long has he been moaning and screaming Derek's name? He doesn't remember exactly how long, he just remembers the sensations and the pleasure and the pain and love, love, love- He blinked the daze away, Derek was lying on top of him with a satisfied grin, his mouth was agape, they were kissing again. "Ahn~♡" A soft moan escaped his lips when Derek moved his hips forward, lazily moving to try and get him up- He was now sitting on Derek lap, a fat knot deep inside him, and his arms around Derek's neck: "Love you, Der~" He was fucked stupid, he couldn't focus and form coherent sentences, all he could feel was deep happiness and pleasure.
"Awn, look at you." A new voice spoke right behind him by his ear, making him shiver: "So cute, so fucked, so... Beautiful." A finger pushed inside his sloppy hole, pushing against Derek's knot, which earned him a few more gushes of cum. "Derek is so proud of you- taking a knot like his for the first time? Baby, this is beyond impressive." His hair was pulled back until his head was touching Peter's shoulder and he was looking up. His neck was being caressed by a warm hand that touched the new bite mark on his shoulder: "And he marked you already? So eager to be owned, aren't you, sweetheart? So-" The finger inside his hole pushed further inside, joined by more and more fingers that widened his hole, stretching it out further: "-eager!" A growl was whispered on his ear as the fingers wrapped around the knot a bit more, making Derek thrust once more, which had Stiles speechless with his mouth agape in a soundless moan.
"Peter... Please?"
"What is it, baby?" Teasingly, Peter gripped Stiles' cock- it was an average sized thing, but compared to his and Derek's cock? Oh boy, it was pathetic! "What is it that you need?"
"You! I need you- please, claim me, please- love me, I want you, please!"
"Awn, with you asking like that, how could I say no?" Peter gave him no time to even think about it, he had his dick pushing inside already. All this time while teasing Stiles' hole and stretching it out a bit more, Peter had been spreading a good amount of lube on his dick. "And-" He pushed, and pushed, and pushed until all resistance stopped and he was pushing inside deeper and deeper until he felt himself bottom out: "-there we go." His cock was pressing hard against Derek's knot, and if felt amazing for both him and Derek if the wide eyes and panting was any indication. Peter felt fucking awesome, confident and cocky, so he did not even think before he was already fucking Stiles like the little bitch he was. Their little bitch. Peter's eyes glowed a bright golden color as he sank his teeth on the opposite side to Derek's claiming mark. His teeth sank deep and he only stopped once he felt the bone touch his teeth, and even then he gave a tense little bite to crack the bone just a little bit. His eyes widened when he, horrified, realized that the one he was biting wasn't Derek, but Stiles. His very human Mate who would take weaks to heal from what he just did and would feel pain through the entire healing journey: "Oh shit-"
It was, at that moment, that Stiles entire body began to glow.
Peter, Derek, and Stiles gasped when they felt it- their bond snapping and swiftly binding the three of them together. It was so strong that Stiles started to feel Peter's and Derek's emotions and vice-versa. They could feel his emotions and see some of his memories, as did he. "..." Stiles felt exposed and mortified. His insecurities were exposed for the two men- but to his utter surprise, he only felt their acceptance, their love, their desire, possessiveness, their instinct to love and adore him.
It was overwhelming in the best of ways.
"Sleep, love." Peter sighed: "We'll be here when you wake up."
After that day, there was a permanent change in their life.
In fact, there were new rules now. Stiles was ready for change, but being loved? That wasn't on his bingo card.
Rule Number 1 was that Stiles is loved. He is not allowed to doubt that he is loved, otherwise he will be cuddled to death by a very grumpy Derek Hale- who, by the way, became a grumpy cat around him! Constantly wanting his attention and constantly wanting his touch. It was adorable until he got horny and fucked him to submission.
Rule Number 2 was simple: Any time Stiles needs help, he is supposed to ask for help. If Peter or Derek find out that Stiles needed help and didn't ask for it, he would be spanked... That wasn't a punishment, per say, bu it stopped Stiles from being stubborn about holding things to himself and not asking for help.
Rule Number 3 was one that Stiles gave to the duo: Never, ever, ever cheat on him. He has already been through it once and he is sure that now that he has been claimed by them he would definitely die if they ever break his heart. He was reassured they wouldn't, but that hurt part of his heart did not believe them.
Rule Number 4 was about intimacy; Peter was okay with him and Derek going out on dates as long as he had his Stiles Time too. Stiles easily agreed but he insisted that Peter and Derek shared time together too, intimately as well. He did confess that he found it hot that their relationship was a taboo for humans yet normal for werewolves...
Rule Number 5 was yet another about intimacy, but this one was more on the "not cool" category; Stiles did not like to be humiliated or cucked (that one was obvious) but he was up to be degraded and objectified by Derek and Peter if they allowed him to suck and fuck their tits. Derek was not okay with being called "wolfie" or "hot stuff" or be touched on his back, he also wasn't cool with being tied up. Peter was cool with almost everything except SCAT and Watersports, he found it gross. Stiles also confessed he wanted to be treated like a sex toy and destroyed by Derek while Peter uses his throat... Let's just say he learned Derek liked it so much that they both learned he loved cock warming.
And their lives just kept getting better- until it Christmas was upon them.
Stiles was nervous. He didn't want to keep Peter and Derek away from their family, but he also didn't want to meet them or Jackson. He was at an impasse, so he just stayed quiet and delt with it! In the months they've spent together, Stiles learned how to better hide his emotions from the duo of werewolves, so it was easy for him to pretend he was okay with being there when he wanted to do nothing more than dig his own grave and lie naked upon it. Enjoy the earth upon his skin, his cold grave being more welcoming than the family of his ex-boyfriend... Until he met Talia Hale.
She hugged him and welcomed him into her family with a literal fucking ring.
"Uuuhhh..."
"Don't worry, little one. This ring represents your connection to our family, you'll have to wait until Peter and Derek give you two engagement rings."
And so, Stiles was officially welcomed into the Hale Family. He was still stunned about the whole thing when Derek literally picked him up and took him upstairs alongside Peter- as they passed by people, some gave him thumbs ups and other grinned and chuckled. He was red from head to toe, knowing what was to come. (him, specifically) They entered a room- he wasn't given time to wonder what was happening to him, instead he was shoved down hard against the bed, his lips were overtaken by Derek's lips and he shut his mouth before he even thought of saying anything. If there was one thing he loved about his new re lationship with these two was they knew exactly what he needed, and that he didn't need to say anything- he just had to sit back, give them control, and enjoy.
Which was how he didn't notice that he was in Jackson's room, being fucked in Jackson's bed. He didn't notice when the door was opened, his mind was far away, his thoughts having been fucked out of his head by two big dicks that were destroying him in delicious ways he never got tired of. He didn't notice or hear Jackson's voice nor that the entire house was listening to what was happening, he didn't pay attention to any of that- he focused on Derek's tongue and his beautiful blue eyes. He had forgotten Jackson ever existed, and Derek felt smug about it, then came Peter and rocked his world, pushing away any conscious mind, reducing him into a slutty mess of a beast who needed cock to live.
He was devoured, destroyed by these massive beasts that disguised themselves as men, and he loved it. He absolutely adored the way they worshiped him with their bodies and how worshiped them with his own body and soul- he is ashamed to say this, but he would give his life if any of the two ever asked him. No, even if they didn't ask him, he'd freely sacrifice himself for them. Last christmas, he gave Jackson his heart- this Christmas? He received a bigger gift than he could ever dream of; Love.
'...maybe I can be happy.'