Summary: Stiles is thankful that he is an omega, even if he was bullied at school for not being the typical stereotype of an omega: an aura of purity, unmistakable beauty, gentleness and submissiveness. He never cared about it, he was not interested in it, nothing mattered because none of them was worthy of him, no one in the entire Beacon Hills was worthy to go out with the son of Sheriff Stilinski... no one but Derek Hale.
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Stiles is thankful that he is an omega, even if he was bullied at school for not being the typical stereotype of an omega: an aura of purity, unmistakable beauty, gentleness and submissiveness.
In a world of castes, it was those the ones that used to define your whole life, but after the revolutionary caste war - or also known as RWOBA - in the fifties and sixties, which had a disastrous number of victims of all castes, many laws had to be redefined, rights determined, and fines and penalties had to be created. The Alphas could no longer be the only ones in positions of power, the Omegas no longer had to be subjected to birthing machines, and the betas would no longer be in the centre of the sandwich. The new treaties were officially applicable since the seventies.
All three castes had equal opportunities to be leaders, rulers, patisseries, chefs, or caretakers. Whatever they wanted to be it was good and some laws protected them from discrimination because of their second gender. But as idyllic as it sounds, it can't be real. There were still countries that did not fully comply with the treaties created in RWOBA, but it was fair treatment in most cases, the best that could be in a globalized and, unfortunately, driven by excessive consumerism world.
Therefore, Stiles was grateful to be an omega and more in modern times. The 21st century was not as bad for his caste as it was for his ancestors. And bullying at school? Well, it wasn't that bad either, not after high school - Stiles was a late bloomer, you can't blame him. Most omegas present in their preteens, kinda 11-13 years old, but Stiles was always so different and danced at his own rhythm, although he presented at 10, he didn't develop until he became 17 years old, in his third year of high school, and at that point, his other schoolmates had already developed at 15 years old, as it should be.
He never cared about it, he was not interested in it, whether the alphas of his school would find him cute or not, if the other omegas were envious of his soft features or if the betas wanted to woo him for him to give them a chance, nothing mattered because none of them was worthy of him, no one in the entire Beacon Hills was worthy to go out with the son of Sheriff Stilinski... no one but Derek Hale, the eldest son and heir of the Hale empire.
The Hales, despite all the money, wealth and fame, were humble. They were a milestone of their society, the founders of the city. Everyone loved and admired them. There were fair opinions and others blinded by envy, but the bad opinions never lasted long. They earned everything they had by hand, and no one could deny it. Each generation worked hard, each earned their own fortune justly, and that's why they were so wealthy. They were also many of them. The entire preserve was owned by the Hale's.
Derek Hale was no exception, graduated with honours from Beacon Hills High School, went to New York, with a basketball scholarship, to study architecture. His twin, Laura, also graduated with honours, went to study law with him, like Uncle Peter. Derek wanted to work with his father Charles at the family's construction company.
The youngest of matriarch Talia Hale's children, Cora, was a friend of Stiles Stilinski and four years younger than her siblings. Despite her hard exterior, she was a sweetheart on the inside, she wanted to study science, be a scientist and help people with low resources in delicate regions on the planet with her research.
The popular group at the school was bright and promising. With good roots and good families, wealthy or not. It was the largest network in the city. The parents had related thanks to their children.
Lydia Martin (O), daughter of the best criminal lawyer in the country who worked at the Hale firm.
Jackson Whittemore (A), son of lawyers, the best jurist lawyer, also worked for the Hale firm.
Isaac Lahey, son of one of the two best nurses at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. His father became abusive and drunk after losing his job as a swimming coach at BHHS. Since they were neighbours of the Whittemore's, they intervened and the divorce took place so quickly that the poor man didn't know what hit him until he was locked up for abusing his omega wife and son.
Alisson Argent-Hale (O), daughter of the best civil lawyer in the country, Peter Hale (O) and Christopher Argent (A), a former SEAL, and director of BHHS.
Erica Reyes (B), daughter of the BHMH Chief Physician in Pediatrics and the current BHHS swimming coach. And once she graduated, she would be bonded with Boyd.
Vernon Boyd (B), although officially beta, has many alpha traits thanks to his father's strong genes. He's Derek's best friend and like him, he's studying architecture.
Cora Hale (O), the youngest of the Hale siblings, another unusual omega. People often believe that she's an alpha until the scent gives her away. She is Derek's dear little sister and also his trusted source of information when it comes to Stiles.
Stiles Stilinski (O), son of Sheriff Stilinski (A) and Claudia Stilinski (O), the best patisserie in all of Beacon Hills, sadly passed away when Stiles was 9 years old, and she always knew his son was going to be an omega, the most beautiful one and that he was destined for great things. Doctors told the sheriff that the shock over Stiles mother's death could have induced the early manifestation of his second gender.
So yes, the popular group of the school weren't your typical group mocking others, it is undoubtedly a powerful group and the next leaders of the town. And the undisputed couple in charge of everything is Derek and Stiles.
When Derek was in high school, there was a girl named Paige who undoubtedly wore the crown of the most beautiful omega in school and everyone thought she was an angel, everyone except Derek. There were rumours that they were going out, that they would be the perfect couple and bond after high school. But it was just that, rumours, that Paige and her friends started. The truth was that they were assigned to a science project together and Paige offered to meet at her home to work on the project, but Derek just agreed to meet in the school library. Hearing the rumours and associating them with Paige's caring attitude Derek immediately stopped them. Derek already knew who his partner would be, he had known since he first saw him with Cora at his first birthday party.
Although Stiles was 12 years old and nowhere near developing as an omega, Derek at 16 years old had no eyes for anyone other than Stiles. The age difference was not a problem in understanding each other and being friends. When Derek went to university and could not visit the city, they always talked through night calls, messages and Skype video calls. Derek doing college essays and Stiles embracing his insomnia caused by his ADHD.
Four years later and with a college degree, Derek and Boyd returned to Beacon Hills. Laura continued studying in her major.
Stiles and the others were in their final year of high school and they all had plans for the future, some would study in the state and others abroad. Jackson would take Isaac to London, Lydia was going to Yale, Cora and Allison would go to MIT, Erica and Stiles would stay in California.
Although Stiles would not go to college, he would obtain a degree at MIT, a distance college degree, because what he wanted was to have a bakery in honour of his mother. He would use his inherited talent and whoever dared to say that he did not have great aspirations, or that he was the only one who decided to devote himself to something so insignificant -compared to his friends- would have to face Derek Hale.
Once Derek settled back in his home, they officially started dating and they were the gossip of the town for the whole first month. Many felt sorry for Paige because the girl was in love with him and some said she followed Derek to New York out of love. But when Paige returned to Beacon Hills with a baby in her arms and no mark on her neck, the murmurs changed. Paige was only interested in what the Hale last name would give her, her family could not handle the shame and they left the town to take their daughter and the baby with them... to another state far from California.
Derek started planning the proposal to Stiles before the prom. When Stiles finished school, they devoted themselves to the design of the house in which they would live, and meanwhile, they moved to an abandoned loft -with an industrial-like aura-, with a touch of love and commitment, it made it a very cosy place.
Derek financially supported Stiles -though he refused countless times- with the opening of the store. 'Słodkie Dusze' was a hit from the start. Its cosy and homely atmosphere, calm and full of plants, with warm and pastel colours, evoked the meaning of its name 'Sweet souls'.
So yes, Stiles was grateful that he could be an omega and although there was bullying at the beginning of high school, everything changed in the late years of high school. He stopped being the ugly duckling and became the most beautiful swan in town. At 22 years old, he was graduated from MIT, owner of his own business and beauty. His dotted skin, his beautiful complexion contrasted with his whiskey eyes and his brown hair falling in gentle waves to his shoulders. His gentle curves gave him a delicate androgynous touch and his tattoos gave him the rebellious touch that always characterized him. Delicate and strong, a combination that always amazed Derek and scared every alpha when they tried to be too pretentious.
Alphas were enchanted when he passed by, they fell silent when they heard him laugh, and they were envious to see him flirting with his bond, Derek Hale. The most fortunate alpha in the whole town -according to the other alphas and betas-. Derek Hale with his deep green eyes, black hair and perfect beard, tall and strong. He has the aura of protection and security that omegas sought, but unfortunately for other omegas and betas, he already had an owner.
Without a doubt they were the perfect couple, is what everyone said, but they knew it was not true, they had arguments, and disputes, they got angry and didn't agree on many occasions, but they did never went to bed angry, it was one of their secrets, no matter how ugly the fight was, they never went to bed angry or alone.
* ~ *
They have been officially mated for two years. The ceremony was private. A small wedding, with their families and good friends -the 'pack' as they call it-, held in the preserve one autumn day a few months after Stiles' 20th birthday.
Derek and Stiles talked about having babies once they were both financially stable. The plan was for Stiles to stop taking the suppressors and have a track of his heats, and in the meantime, Derek would start building the house and wait for Stiles' heat to sync with Derek's rut. A week of unrestrained pleasure and lust.
It would be the first time his heats would synchronize and Derek was honestly scared, he didn't want to hurt Stiles, he was awfully scared by just thinking about it. One night a month before the event, Stiles assured him that it was going to be okay, telling him that "in the heat of the moment, when the heat hits us harder, none of us will be very aware of the situation, and that's perfectly normal, Derek, seriously".
But even with all the affirmations, Derek was still worried. And with a valid reason. In one of his first ruts after starting his relationship with Stiles, Derek went crazy over Jackson's scent on Stiles. His alpha did not get mad at Stiles, no sir, but he got mad at Jackson. Stiles had to lock him in the loft, and none of them went out for three days.
When the mist of the rut passed and Derek scrutinised the naked body of his boyfriend next to him in bed, full of bruises with the shape of his fingers and hands, bites on the neck, thighs, buttocks and back. It gave him remorse to the point that he held Stiles' hand and cried for forgiveness. When Stiles woke up and saw him in that way, he was so shocked that he almost had a panic attack because Derek didn't want to clarify what was going on and why he was crying. A few explanations later they were both calm and Stiles was laughing. "You will never hurt me, not even blinded by the rut", he said with a smile on his face, "do you think I didn't enjoy it? That I didn't ask you to mark me as much as possible without claiming me yet?"
Needless to say, Derek no longer underestimated Stiles' sexual appetite. Certainly, the omega never ceased to amaze him.
* ~ *
And so D-day came, Stiles closed the store after lunch, went to the grocery store and bought enough to stock and be locked up for a week doing nothing else but hydrate and eat something that didn't entail much work, frozen food mostly, with that he just had to put it in the oven and while waiting for the oven to finish, he could have a quickie with Derek in the kitchen. Kill two birds with one stone. Easy.
Derek worked until midday and then he fixed the loft and made it baby proof. If things got too crazy, none of them would get hurt. He made the bed just as Stiles liked it and would wait until the brunette came back to make the final finish on it and make it his nest.
When night came, they eat and checked one last time that everything was ready through and through. They went up to the second floor of the loft which was essentially a balcony, it had a large window that took up part of the ceiling. They lay there, in a nest of pillows that Stiles always used, and between light caresses, soft kisses and looks full of worship, they made love for the last time fully aware of what they were doing, without the pressure of both's heat.
Derek was sweet and gentle, he laid Stiles on his back and he was between his legs, kissing his thighs so gently and moving up to his erection. Derek wanted to take him to heaven, but only with his tongue teasing at his hole. He licked and sucked gently for long minutes until Stiles was a mass of moans and whimpers, with just enough force in his arms to tangle his fingers in Derek's hair. It could be heard the wet noises and the sound of Stiles' voice asking for more and begging to release the pressure in his lower abdomen. After some sweet, tortuous and pleasant minutes, Stiles felt "finally, God, thank you" how Derek entered him with his great dick that Stiles loved so much.
Derek's body swayed with Stiles as if they were in the sea, between gentle waves that brought them closer and closer to the point of release. Every thrust was full of power and hit Stiles' prostate. He felt that every second he got closer and closer to touch the sky with his fingers. He felt his orgasm grow and when it finally came, it was so overwhelming that he didn't notice the tears coming from his eyes, shining with pleasure and the reflection of the moon in them. Derek buried his face in Stiles' neck and inhaled so deeply, taking in the scent of his mate. He lightly bit the mark on Stile's neck and buried himself deeper inside Stiles. Derek wiped his lover's tears with kisses that seemed like caresses. And waited. He waited for them to come down from the clouds and return to earth.
A few hours later, Derek carried Stiles in his arms to the nest, gave him water and they slept for a while. As much as they could before the heat was in full force and everything became a mist of lust and neediness.
* ~ *
The next three days were a cycle of fucking, knotting and drinking water from each other's mouth. When one of them remembered it. On the fourth day, the fog wasn't so heavy -at least they had more functional- and Stiles woke up to a loft that looked like it was the victim of an earthquake. The clothes that were in the nest were now spread out on the floor, in the bathroom there was a small sticky and whitish puddle, the kitchen counter had more whitish stains and the dining room floor, "at least the bottles of water aren't broken" said Stiles aloud.
He took advantage of the fact that Derek was still asleep and cleaned up a bit, put the clothes together and left them on the couch. They'll have to put a bunch of clothes in the washing machine.
Stiles felt big, warm hands move from his waist to his belly as he read the instructions for the frozen lasagna. "I woke up and you were not in bed" whispered Derek in her ear.
"I woke up awhile now and after seeing all the mess we made, I had to clean up a bit," he said with a smile as he enjoyed the kisses on his neck, "we need to eat something too, I feel a hole in my stomach... and as much as I love your knot and being full of you, I'm afraid it's not enough"
"You're greedy, but it's true, we have to eat if we want to recover energy... we have two days left" Derek muttered with a malicious smile, adding, "but while the lasagna is in the oven we can we have a little fun here" and continued kissing the back of Stiles' neck going down to his tailbone. Derek grabbed Stiles round buttocks and groaned. His pink and shining hole, hungry for him. "I could spend hours attached to your ass. It's perfect". He got a little "I know" from Stiles, followed by a tiny whining. Derek no longer hesitated and began the sweet torture. Giving light licks and sucking to enjoy Stiles' scent. He could prostrate to his entrance for days on end, but he only had a few minutes before the oven finished heating their food.
"Der... don't stop, please... ngh..." he felt his legs were shaking, if it weren't for the alpha that held him up, Stiles would have collapsed to the ground by now. He pushed back his ass wanting Derek to put his tongue in deeper.
Aside from the sounds Derek's mouths make, he heard Stiles' litany of gasps and moans, the constant "Der..." and "more please". Every plea was music to his ears. When he felt Stiles stiffen, he stopped and stood up. Derek smiled as Stiles complained and whispering an "Shh, almost there" he placed the tip of his dick at Stiles' hole. He pushed in little by little, until he was completely inside the hot and tight entrance.
No matter how many times they did it, always, the first push felt tight fitted, he marvelled at the perfect anatomy of the brunette. It was slow and calm, to kill time and enjoy it. Not like the times before. Those were fast, dirty and desperate. None of them was planing on knotting this time, just having a good orgasm.
Both felt the release of their climax before the oven alarm went off. They ate in a post-orgasmic state of relaxation and comfortable silence, with kisses in between and knowing smiles. After they finished, they cleaned up the new mess and decided to watch a movie while waiting for the next heatwave to kick in. Although it would be less desperate, it would be strong with the need to claim.
* ~ *
They saw a movie and half of another one. Stiles climbed on Derek's lap and ate his mouth with fierce kisses, he felt the heat rising from his belly and running through his entire body. The alpha's hands move down his back, steady and warm. He felt those hands going to his hair and grabbed him by the long strands to pull his head back and bite his neck at ease, leaving new hickeys behind. He reopened the mating bite and Stiles had a mini orgasm. He was so wet he didn't think twice and took Derek's cock aligning it with his hole, impaling himself. Feeling full. He heard Derek growling and something that sounded like "impatient" in the middle of a snort.
Stiles rode Derek with enviable expertise. The smooth movement of his muscles every time they tensed. The curve of his back gleaming with sweat and the alpha's handprints shining purple. Those magnificent hands that squeezed his hips and thighs took turns grabbing his hair and neck. Stiles loved it when Derek got a little rough, and to be honest, who could judge him? It was exciting and addictive. Derek knew how to use just the right amount of strength to make it more enjoyable without ever hurting him.
They continued in that rhythm for a few more minutes until Derek's knot began to swell. The thrusts were slower. Two, three thrusts later and finally they were tied. Stiles rotating his hips and enjoying the friction of the knot in his prostate, feeling the overwhelming orgasm and squeezing so hard his inner muscles that Derek felt a flash of pain for a brief moment.
They both gasp loudly, their heads buried on each other's necks. Derek got up from the couch with Stiles hugging him like a koala. He carried them to the bed, living Stiles rest on his chest. "There will be a baby by the end of this week for sure... maybe more than one," said Stiles, crossing his arms on Derek's chest to look at him.
Derek brought one of his hands to Stiles' belly and noticed how expanded it felt from so much cum. How many times has it been? He couldn't take his eyes off of Stiles' belly. "Maybe twins" spoke Derek, it would be the second generation with double birth. He looked back at those whiskey eyes when he heard Stiles laugh.
When he saw the raised eyebrow of his alpha, he shook his head and explained the reason for his laugh: "It's just a 2x1, don't you think? We plan it all for one baby, but if you think about it with your strong seed, I think we'll get a double reward". His smile grew bigger when he also heard Derek laughing. "Ready to let two puppies run around the house?"
"Oh, definitely one, two or four," he assured laughing at Stiles' expression and his indignant gasp.
"But what do you think I am? I'll have to roll since my fifth month, I will not even be able to move!"
"I'll carry you around. I'll give you massages and run bubble baths. Whatever you ask of me, whatever you want" he said with a serious expression.
"I know," Stiles said with an adoring smile. "I know, I'll give you as many kids as you want. You will be a wonderful father, Der"
* ~ *
A month and a half later, on a beautiful and peaceful spring day, Stiles and Derek appreciated the ultrasound where two small shapes could be seen if you looked closely.
They were indeed expecting twins. Like Derek and Laura.
Stiles glowed with an aura of purity and beauty, being pregnant for barely six weeks his belly was already swollen and Derek enjoyed every moment touching it.
Rumours in the town said that the new milestones of Beacon Hills were the most perfect couple in their history. Perfect home, successful business, friends and family undoubtedly close among them, perfect bond, beauty and intelligence, and now a first double birth -with superior genetics-. They were blessed.
Even after seeing some disputes between the two before they were a couple, there was no doubt. It was meant to be. And that's why they were the perfect couple. They have never seen an omega more grateful for his second gender than Stiles being Derek Hale's omega.
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