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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      slightly_noncon, Babysitter!Stiles, It's_consensual._Mostly, Oblivious
      Stiles, Possessive_Behavior, Possessive_Derek, idk_-_Freeform, Extremely
      Underage, You_Have_Been_Warned
  Series:
      Part 1 of Ten_Years_Makes_No_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-24 Words: 5219
****** Seven Days with Derek ******
by lovelesswonder
Summary
     When Talia Hale asked Stiles to housesit and babysit her seven year
     old son, Stiles agreed. He thought it would be an easy job. Make sure
     the kid is safe, clean, and fed, right? Unfortunately, Stiles didn't
     get the memo that all Derek wanted to eat was him.
Notes
     At the end of the fic is the sex scene. Starts off as Top!Derek and
     Bottom!Stiles, but ends up as Bottom!Derek and Top!Stiles. However,
     Derek is obviously the more dominant one.
     Also....I have no idea where this came from.
     *me shrugging*
     But I have no regrets. Okay, maybe I do.
Stiles felt very out of place. Like a fish in the sky out of place. Eyes wide,
Stiles blinked at the magnificent furniture, almost missing Talia calling his
name. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for helping me with this.” Talia smiled. “I really don’t want to
employ a stranger, so you’re doing me a huge favor.” Blinking in confusion,
Stiles tried to remember why he was actually here. And by here, he meant the
Hale House.
“Oh. Oh! It’s really no problem. I mean, you’re paying me after all.”
“I still feel like it’s not enough. You’re house sitting and babysitting for
me.” Talia sighed. “I’m so sorry about the short notice. Derek was supposed to
go to the family reunion with us, but since the last full moon, Derek has
been…a bit temperamental.”
“You mean he finally shifted?” Stiles beamed. “You know I know about
werewolves, Mrs. Hale.”
“Yes. I know, but I’m so used to hiding it in front of humans. I know I told
you to call me Talia, Stiles. Anyways, I left a list of phone numbers in case
you can’t get in contact with me. I also left a list of werewolf owned
facilities that you can take Derek with you if you need to. Thank you so much
again, Stiles.” Talia smiled. “If you have any more questions, just call me. Or
you could ask Derek. He’s in his room right now. I have to go before I miss my
flight. Thank you again, Stiles!” The woman gave him a brief hug before dashing
off.
“Well. Looks like it’s just me and you.” Stiles frowned at the sleek, shiny
staircase. Sighing, he shifted his duffle bag higher onto his shoulder. “This
has got to be the weirdest day of my life.” Stiles was woken up at 7 by his
dad, who told him to pack enough clothes for a week. Still sleepy, Stiles
complied. After he was finished, he was whisked to the Hale house, where he was
informed that he was supposed to watch the house and a seven year old boy.
Yawning, Stiles leaned against the wall. “So tired. Wait, where am I supposed
to sleep?” Hand digging around for his phone, Stiles missed the pair of eyes
watching his every move.
“You can stay in the guest room.” A voice piped up, causing Stiles to shriek.
Spinning around, he came face to face with a short, brunette boy. The boy’s
bright brown eyes watched Stiles unblinkingly.
“Derek?” Stiles guessed. When the kid nodded, Stiles relaxed. “Hey, little man!
I’m Stiles. Your babysitter.” A small scowl settled onto the chubby face.
“I’m not little. And I’m not a baby.” At that, Stiles grinned.
“Okay, kid.”
“I’m not a kid!” Derek started pouting.
“Alright, alright dude. So what do you want to do? Nap? Cause Stiles wants a
nap.”
“What’s a Stiles?” Derek asked, his pout fading away. “And naps are for
babies.”
“I’m a Stiles. When you get to be my age, you’ll want all the naps you can
get.” Stiles yawned. “My dad woke me up at 8 today. To pack. And then I had to
sit through like, two hours with your mom. Okay, it was like an hour. For an
interview. I mean, I get that she wants to know what an honest, awesome person
I am, but the questions she asked me were really random. Like, does it really
matter whether or not I have a girlfriend? And then she gave me a tour of this
house, which took another hour. Your house is huge.” Stiles snorted. “So Stiles
is very tired.”
“You can go take a nap.” Derek grabbed Stiles’ hand. “I’ll show you where the
guestroom is.”
“No, dude. I’m supposed to watch you.” Stiles protested as he followed the kid.
“I’ll stay in the room with you!” Derek replied happily.
“Wouldn’t that be boring?” Stiles raised an eyebrow, and Derek started
blushing. Before Stiles could question him any further, Derek opened the door
to a very spacious room. “Woah.” Stiles’ attention turned to the huge room.
“This is the guestroom? I am so down with this.” Stiles clambered onto the bed
and let out a sigh of relief. “So soft.” Peeking behind his back, Stiles saw
that Derek had climbed onto the chair next to the dresser. “You sure you wanna
just sit there and watch me sleep?” When Derek nodded enthusiastically, Stiles
shrugged. “Whatever suits you, wolfman. Kinda creepy, but whatever.” Stiles
closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
 
Something was tickling him. Stiles groaned as his neck tingled. Blinking the
sleep from his eyes, Stiles glanced down to see a fluffy head rubbing itself in
his neck. “Erm…what?” Stiles pushed himself away. When Derek’s face popped up,
Stiles groaned. “What are you doing, kid?”
“I’m not a kid.” Derek scowled.
“Right, right. Did you take a nap too? Man, what time is it?” Stiles fumbled
for his phone. “Crap, gotta get some food into you.” Stiles pushed himself up,
yawning. “Thank for the hour and a half nap, dude.” Stiles told Derek as he
stretched. When he put his arms down again, Derek was staring at him intently.
“Uh…okay. What do you want to eat?”
“You.” Stiles froze.
“No cannibals allowed in this house. Well, technically, we’re not the same
species, so it wouldn’t be cannibalism if you ate me…But no eating Stiles.”
Stiles rambled as he edged away from Derek. Suddenly, a thought hit him. “Oh!
You meant you want me to decide, right? We need to teach you some new words.
All I’ve heard from you was: I’m not a kid and you. Stiles will help you
improve your vocabulary. No problem. Where did your mom say she put the list of
places? I would totally cook for you, but I don’t really know what you like,
and you want me to decide. Let’s go eat out.” Stiles walked into the kitchen
and spied two pieces of paper stuck to the fridge.
“Like a date?” Derek spoke up from behind Stiles.
“I didn’t know Tony’s Pizza was owned by a werewolf! What?” Stiles turned
around. “You want it to be a date?” When Derek nodded eagerly, Stiles shrugged.
“Sure. You wanna go to- Yes! The diner’s owned by a werewolf! Let’s go there!”
Stiles grinned. “They have curly fries. You in?”
“Okay.” Derek replied.
“Oh, first I have to call Allison and see if she’s available.” Stiles mumbled
as he pulled his phone out and press Allison's name.
“Why?”
“Didn’t you want a playdate? Allison has a little sister. Hey, Allison!”
“Stiles?” The girl’s confused voice filled his ears.
“What’s up? Are you free?”
“Stiles?” A masculine voice came on.
“Scott? Don’t tell me you two are together.” Stiles groaned.
“We’ve been together since a year ago.” Scott sounded confused.
“I meant together as in right now.”
“Oh. I’m at her house.” Scott sounded happy. “What did you call for? Wait,
why’d you call her?”
“Have you guys eaten yet?”
“No…” The confusion came back into Scott’s voice.
“Great! You two want to go eat at the diner? Did you know it was owned by a
werewolf?”
“We would love to, but I have to watch Kate.” Allison’s voice replied.
“That’s great! See, I’m babysitting for the Hales, and Derek, the kid I’m
babysitting, wanted a playdate! Kate’s the same age as him, right?” Stiles
beamed.
“Why are you babysitting for the Hales?” Scott asked.
“I think Kate’s older than him. She’s nine.” Allison replied at the same time.
“I’ll tell you at the diner. Meet you guys there in fifteen?” When the couple
answered affirmatively, Stiles gave Derek a thumbs up. “Bye! Dude, I’m the best
wingman ever, right?” Derek started scowling again. “You heard the convo,
right? I know Kate’s an older woman, but it’s all good. You can tell all your
wolfy friends you nabbed an older woman, and everyone’s going to bow down to
you, dude.” When the scowl didn’t fade from Derek’s face, Stiles grin dimmed.
“You okay? I thought you said you wanted a date?” Instead of answering him
Derek just stalked off. “Okay, this is why I can’t have nice things.” Stiles
mumbled as he followed Derek. “You’re getting dressed right? We have to meet
them in fifteen. Minutes. Derek?”
 
“Hey!” Stiles gave Scott a hug as he walked up to the diner. “Sorry we’re a bit
late. Derek was uh, acting up. Hey Kate! Derek, come meet Kate!” The seven year
old sullenly walked up. “Come on, buddy. Say hi.” When Derek didn’t say
anything, Stiles shrugged. “He’s shy.”
“So why are you babysitting him again?” Scott asked.
“Scott, buddy, let’s get a seat first.” Stiles rolled his eyes. “So…how does
this work? Is there some we-have-werewolves-signal? Talia said Derek’s a bit
temperamental, so…” Stiles trailed off.
“Oh, I got this.” Scott opened the door.
“How many?” A bored looking girl greeted them. Instead of answering, Scott’s
eyes flashed. The girl raised an eyebrow before looking behind her. She raised
her hand up, fingers close to each other. A waiter dashed forward, grinning.
“Hi. Right this way.” He began walking to the door on the other side.
“…What is happening?” Stiles blinked in confusion. The waiter opened the door
and waved them through. When the door closed, the man pointed to a table in the
corner.
“Seat yourselves. Menus are there already.” He told them before vanishing out
again.
“Seriously, someone explain this to me.” Stiles whined as they sat down. Derek
and Stiles sat on one side while Scott, Allison, and Kate sat on the other.
“All of the workers at werewolf owned facilities have knowledge of werewolves.
If you want to go to the werewolf section, you flash your eyes and they bring
you to it.” Scott explained.
“And you all knew this. Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Stiles complained.
“It usually used for werewolves that haven’t gotten their shifting under
control. Since you helped me and I’m in control, I never saw the reason for
it.” Scott rolled his eyes.
“Can I get your order?” A waitress showed up.
“Two orders of curly fries! And a burger with a shake.” Stiles rattled off.
“What do you want?” Stiles turned his eyes to the still boy next to him.
“Derek?”
“You.”
“Fine, I’ll decide.” Stiles rolled his eyes.” He’ll have the number one on the
kid’s menu.” The rest of their group ordered, Scott looking at Stiles
strangely.
“So…why are you-“
“Jeez, Scott. I don’t really know. My dad woke me up at 8 today and told me to
pack. After I packed, I went downstairs and Talia Hale was there. She started
asking me all these questions and then told me that she’ll pay me to house sit
and babysit for her. End of story.” Stiles shrugged. “I’m still confused, but
she says she’ll pay me a hundred dollars per day. Which is a lot. So I took the
job.” Before Scott could say anything, Allison spoke.
“So, Derek, how are you?” She smiled.
“Fine.” Derek’s scowl got stronger.
“Oh. That’s good.” Allison frowned.
“Don’t be such a sourwolf.” Stiles poked Derek’s cheek. “I bet you and Kate
have loads in common.” Stiles stared at Derek until the boy sighed.
“Do you like legos?” Derek finally mumbled to Kate. Grinning, Stiles turned
back to Allison and Scott.
“He’s…not that social.” Scott finally muttered.
“Brilliant observation, Scotty.” Stiles rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, he
seemed fine at home. Maybe it’s the different environment.”
“I guess.” Scott frowned before brightening up. “You want to catch a movie next
week?”
“Sure, dude.” The waitress came back, a tray of food in her hands. “Thanks!”
Stiles dove into his curly fries. Next to him, Derek just poked his food. “You
okay? Do I need to feed you?” Flushing, Derek picked up his burger and started
eating.
“You have something on your face.” Kate sweetly said as she leaned over and
dabbed Derek’s face with her napkin.
“Awww.” Stiles fluttered his eyelashes. “Wait, am I the fifth wheel? You’re
with Allison, and Derek’s with Kate…forever alone.” Stiles moaned. Scott let
out a laugh as he reached over to pat Stiles’ head.
“Don’t worry. I still love you.” As Stiles opened his mouth to retort, Derek
leapt up, claws extended and eyebrows nonexistent.
“NO!” A rough growl erupted from the seven year old’s throat. Stiles froze.
“You okay, little man?”
“I’M NOT LITTLE!” Derek turned his electrical yellow eyes on him. Chest
heaving, Derek turned back to Scott. As he bent his knees, Stiles’ eyes
widened. Before Derek could jump across the table and claw Scott’s eyes out,
Stiles grabbed him by the waist.
“Calm down.” Stiles rubbed the kid’s back soothingly. Derek curled his body
around Stiles, hands clenched into Stiles’ shirt.
“Do you want to take this home?” The waitress placed a few boxes in front of
them.
“I guess that would be best.” Stiles sighed as he reached for the boxes.
Unfortunately, Derek was like an octopus, and Stiles couldn’t move. “Scott?”
“Yeah. I got it” Scott gave Stiles a look as he begin packing up their food.
“I really don’t know what’s with him. Sorry guys.” Closing his eyes, Stiles
debated about calling Talia, not noticing Derek look up and mouth ‘mine’ at
Scott.
 
“Yeah, it was fine. I mean, Derek had this weird freak out at lunch, but that’s
the only bump in the road.” Stiles told Talia as he microwaved the leftovers
from lunch.
“What happened?” Talia sounded concerned.
“Nothing really. He just wolfed out all of the sudden.” Stiles carefully
carried the steaming dish back to the table.
“Were you in public?”
“Yeah. We were at the diner. In the werewolf section. Which was good because
Derek wolfed out and everything.”
“Can you give the phone to him?” Pointing his eyes in the direction of Derek’s
room, Stiles shrugged.
“I can try. He holed himself up in his room. “DER- AH! Never mind, he’s here.”
Stiles patted his erratically beating heart and handed the phone to Derek. The
brunette took it and began growling into it. “..weird.” Stiles shook his head.
He sat down and waited for Derek to finish so they could eat. After a few
minutes, Derek handed the phone back wordlessly. “Hello?”
“I talked to Derek. It’s a werewolf thing.” Talia told him.
“I figured.” Stiles replied.
“Anyways, he’s still young, so he relies on his sense of scent more. He’ll
probably want to spend the night with you so you won’t smell like a stranger
anymore. I forgot about this, sorry Stiles.”
“It’s alright.” Stiles sighed. “No biggie. Whatever helps the kid, right?”
After he said his goodbyes to Talia, Stiles looked at Derek.
“I’m sorry.” The werewolf mumbled. “For growling at your friend.”
“No you’re not, Derek. It’s alright.”
“I am sorry.” Derek insisted, his legs kicking. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.”
His lower lip began wobbling, and Stiles quirked his lip.
“Hey, hey. I said it was alright. Come on, let’s eat.” Stiles prompted. Derek
stared at Stiles for a moment before obeying. “So…how was your day?”
“Fine.”
“C’mon! I know you can talk.” Stiles pointed a fork accusingly at Derek. “I
mean, I know the date was cut short and everything, but what did you think of
Kate? You want me to grab her digits for you? Actually, I’m pretty sure her
digits are the same as Allison’s. You okay?” Stiles paused as Derek gripped his
utensil so hard they started bending. “…You’re going to fix that right?”
Instead of replying, Derek threw the fork down and stomped off. “Guess that’s a
no then.”
Stiles exhaled before continuing to eat in silence. He really didn’t understand
werewolves. Granted, he did grow up with one, but Scott was bitten, which meant
he didn’t really know anything. Stiles quickly finished his food and placed the
dishes in the sink. Glancing at Derek’s half eaten plate, Stiles let out a
breath before grabbing it and walking upstairs. Knocking on Derek’s door,
Stiles pressed his ear against it. “Heeeello? Derek? Der-bear? You in?” When no
answer came, Stiles tried the door, which swung open to reveal a very dark
bedroom…with no werewolf in it. “…CRAP. I lost him? Already? How’d I lose him?”
Stiles babbled. “Gotta find him.” Stiles turned to run to the door. “Jacket
first. It’s cold at night.” Stiles mumbled to himself as he opened the
guestroom door instead. “Jacket, jacket, where is my…Why are you in my bed?”
Stiles stared at the child snuggling into his pillows.
“…I’m sleepy.” Came the petulant reply.
“But…your bed is..Never mind. Guess this is part of the scent thing.” Stiles
shook his head. “I brought your dinner up. Do you want to finish it?”
“No. I don’t want it.” Derek grumbled.
“I told you I didn’t know what you wanted to eat. Why’d you want me to pick for
you?” Stiles chastised Derek half-heartedly. “Did you brush your teeth yet?”
“I’m not a baby.” Derek groused. Stiles merely raised an eyebrow. “Yes.”
“Great! Um, go to sleep then. I have to go wash the dishes and stuff. Night!”
Stiles chirped before sprinting to the kitchen. “Where is the soap?”
“In the cupboard.” Derek’s grumpy voice answered. Stiles let out a curse and
spun around.
“You need a bell!" Stiles gasped out, chest heaving. "Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I can help you.” Derek continued. “I know how to wash the dishes. I’m not a
kid.” The boy determinedly walked up to the sink and grabbed a dish.
“Um. You can help if you want…but you’re a bit short.” Stiles bit his lip at
how adorable Derek looked. “How about you dry?” Frowning, the werewolf thought
about it before agreeing.
“I’ll grow tall one day.” Derek grabbed a rag and watched as Stiles began
washing the dishes.
“Of course you will.” Stiles quickly scrubbed the few dishes before turning on
the water.
“I’ll be bigger than you.”
“Uh huh.” Stiles handed Derek a dish. “You gotta drink lots of milk before that
happens.” The duo finished, and Stiles rolled his shoulders. “Now will you go
to bed?”
“Are you coming too?”
“Yeah. After I shower though.” Stiles replied distractedly. “Crap, I didn’t
pack my shampoo and stuff. Am I allowed to say crap in front of you? Is seven
an appropriate age to hear the word crap? Is crap even a bad word?” Stiles fell
silent as he began musing about seven year olds and cuss words.
“You can use my shampoo!” Derek supplied up happily.
“Huh? Sure. Do you use Johnson and Johnson?” When Derek began scowling, Stiles
backtracked. “Not because you’re a kid. Which you have told me multiple times
that you aren’t.”
“No.” Derek turned and scurried off to his room. Seconds later, he returned
with a blue bottle in hand. “Here. There’s a bathroom connected to the
guestroom.”
“Cool. Thanks.” Stiles turned the childish shampoo bottle over. “Coconut scent.
Ooh, three in one? What’s the third thing? There’s shampoo and conditioner…it
serves as body wash too? This is awesome!” Stiles beamed. “Thanks, Derek!” The
brunette blushed. “Right. Go to bed then, I’ll come later.” Stiles smiled,
leaving to go grab his clothes before heading to the bathroom. “Woah.” Stiles
gaped at the marble…everything. “I swear, rich people.” He grinned before
hopping in and turning all of the knobs in the bathtub. “HOT!”
After Stiles figured out what all the knobs did, he cleaned himself and brushed
his teeth. Walking out of the bathroom, Stiles cocked his head at the
unnaturally still body of Derek Hale. Shrugging, Stiles decided to push that
off to his folder of what-werewolves-did-that-humans-didn’t. Sighing with
happiness, Stiles crawled under the covers and snuggled with his pillow before
dozing off.
 
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Stiles learned what to do and what
not to do. He had gotten Derek to speak more than the five sentences he kept
repeating, and the two were getting along. Now, it was his last day to babysit
and housesit. “This has been a fun week, right?” Stiles rolled his head around
to look at Derek. The two of them were sitting on the couch, watching TV.
“Yeah.” Derek hummed in reply.
“Hey, let’s stop by the grocery store, alright? I need to replenish the food we
ate from your fridge.” After the whole showdown at the diner, Stiles decided
that eating at home would be best for Derek. Of course, that didn’t mean they
spent their entire day cooped up. Stiles found out that there was a ‘werewolf’
park and man, Stiles did not know what werewolf children liked to do in their
free time. Now he did.
“Okay. Can we get some ice cream too?”
“Sure thing. Don’t tell your mom. We’ll just hide it deep inside the freezer.”
Stiles smiled before turning the TV off. “Go put on your shoes and we’ll go.”
After a few minutes, the two were in the store, debating whether to buy Cap’n
Crunch or Froot Loops.
“But Deeeereeek.” Stiles whined, shaking his box of cereal. “C’mon.”
“Why can’t we just get both boxes then?” Derek’s lips twitched.
“Oh. Didn’t think of that.” Stiles took both boxes and threw them in. “Now, to
the veggie tables!” As Stiles turned around, he ran into a very firm chest.
“Ow.”
“Sorry about that.” Stiles pushed himself off the body and came face to face
with an amused blonde. The guy looked at the two of them before raising an
eyebrow, the smirk still on his face.
“Is he yours? You seem a bit young.”
“What? No. No! I’m babysitting!” Stiles floundering, still gaping at the very
attractive man.
“Hello, babysitting. I’m Jason.” Before Stiles could reply, Derek was suddenly
between the two, growls rumbling from his chest. Panicked, Stiles debated
knocked Jason out when the blonde let out a growl of his own, eyes flashing
red.
“And he’s also a werewolf.” Stiles sighed. “Calm down Derek.” Stiles reached
down to grab the boy. Before he could reach Derek, Jason gabbed his arm and
pulled him over.
“That’s right, pup. Calm yourself and let the adults talk.” Jason leaned down
and took a whiff at Stiles’ neck, effectively causing Stiles to freeze.
“Uh, what?” Was all Stiles was able to say before Derek let out a furious roar
and grabbed Stiles back.
“Don’t touch him!” Derek snarled as he pushed Stiles away. “We’re leaving.”
“But…the groceries.” Stiles stared at their basket forlornly.
“NOW!” Stunned by Derek’s authoritative tone, Stiles obeyed and walked to his
jeep. Once inside the vehicle, Stiles turned to the backseat where Derek was
fuming.
“Um, you mind telling me what that was all about?”
“Drive.” Derek gritted out.
“But-“
“Do. It. Now.” Alarmed by the fangs making an appearance on Derek’s face,
Stiles turned the car on and drove back to the Hale House. When they reached
the house, Derek swung the door opened and stomped inside. Bemused, Stiles
followed at a sedate pace, trying to figure out a reason for Derek’s
grumpiness. When Stiles stepped through the door, he opened his mouth to
question Derek about his behavior, but before he could do so, something jumped
at him and pushed him down. Dazed, Stiles laid on the ground for a few seconds
before realizing that something was Derek, who was currently attached to
Stiles. By his lips. With a gasp, Stiles pushed Derek off and scrambled to his
feet.
“What-what was that?” Stiles stammered.
“A kiss.” Derek leaned against the wall, glaring at Stiles.
“WHY would you kiss me?” Stiles was beginning to hyperventilate.
“Because. You’re mine.” The seven year old hissed out. Stiles let out a
strangled laugh.
“Yeah. I’m your babysitter.” Stiles ran his hand through his hair. “Listen,
you’re all emotional because of the run in with that Alpha. I’ll just go
upstairs and give you a moment.” Derek let out a growl and steppe din front of
Stiles.
“No.”
“Derek, move.”
“No!”
“You’re seven years old! I’m ten years older than you. Listen, I’m flattered
about your little crush on me, but this is not happening.” Stiles snapped,
pushing Derek away. Instead of moving, Derek’s eyes flashed, and he jumped on
Stiles again. When Stiles fell, his head smacked against the door, and the last
thing he saw were a pair of glowing yellow eyes.
 
 
“Ugh.” Stiles moaned as he opened his eyes. His head was pounding. Blinking
blearily, Stiles saw that he was in his room. “What just happened?” Stiles
moaned as he tried to sit up. However, something was holding his hands. Looking
down, Stiles stared at the ropes tying his hands to the bed frame. “The fuck?”
Looking at his feet, Stiles became aware that he was tied to his bed. “What.”
“You’re awake!” Stiles craned his neck to see a smiling Derek sitting in the
corner.
“Derek? Why am I tied up?” Stiles tugged at his restraints feebly. “My head
hurts.”
“Yeah, you took a rough fall. Sorry.”
“Why am I tied up?” Stiles asked again. Derek let out a low snarl.
“Because you wouldn’t accept our relationship.”
“What relationship?” Stiles cried out, exasperated.
“You’re mine.” Shaking his head in disbelief, Stiles pulled his arm.
“Derek, look, you’re a little confused since I’m the only person you’ve been
around for a week. Just let me go and we can forget all about this.”
“No.” Derek slid off the chair smoothly. “You still won’t accept it. But that’s
alright. I’ll help you.” Derek smiled as he stalked closer to Stiles. When he
raised his hand, Stiles could see the small claws protruding from his fingers.
“You’re going to kill me?” Stiles shrieked. Derek gave him an unimpressed look
before slicing his pants off. “Oh. Wait, this isn’t much better!” Stiles tried
to buck Derek off as the werewolf pulled his boxers down. “Derek! DEREK!”
“Shut up.” Derek’s eyes flashed, and Stiles mouthed wordlessly for a few
seconds. Giving a small sigh of content, Derek bent his face down and nuzzled
Stiles soft cock. Clenching his eyes shut, Stiles began chanting in his head.
Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. When Stiles Jr. was enveloped in velvety heat,
Stiles’ body decided to ignore his instructions. Moaning with shame, Stiles
twitched when a tongue began running up and down his length.
“Hnn.” Stiles whined. So concentrated on the pleasure he was receiving, he
almost didn’t noticed the fingers prodding his hole. The very small fingers.
Eyes flying open, Stiles bucked hard, pushing Derek off. “Stop, Derek, you
don’t know what you’re doing!”
“I do.” Derek replied, pushing Stiles’ hips down. “Laura showed me.”
“WHAT?” Stiles screeched as a finger pushed pass his clenching muscle.
“She gave me papers to read. The papers had pictures.” Derek removed the finger
and began fumbling with something. “After I told her about meeting my mate at
the library, she went and bought me a lot of things in order to prepare me.”
Derek finished with whatever he was doing and peered at Stiles. “I know I’m
still young, so it’s not as big as yours yet. But I’m going get bigger than you
are.” Derek began pushing slick fingers into Stiles again. “Now you need to
stay still and just accept it.” When Derek poked a certain spot, Stiles let out
a shout as his hips rose up.
“Ooh.” Stiles pressed his face against his arm.
“Did that feel good?” Derek asked before pressing his fingers incessantly
against that one part. Thrashing wildly, Stiles tried to bring his hands up so
he could touch himself.
“Get these ropes off of me!” Stiles pleaded. “I need…I need…”
“I’ll give you what you need.” Derek promised as he removed the fingers. Stiles
let out a small sound of protest, but then something wider was pushing into
him. With a groan, Derek pushed himself flush against Stiles. “You feel so
good.” Derek whispered before pulling out and thrusting in. “I’m glad you're
accepting this now. Mine. My mate.” Derek whispered reverently before stilling
completely and filling Stiles with a watery substance. Face flushed, Stiles
closed his eyes in humiliation.
“Can you untie me now?” He asked in a small voice. When Derek didn’t answer,
Stiles opened his eyes to see Derek pushing his fingers in his own hole.
“Derek, what are you doing?” Stiles asked, alarmed.
“I told you I’ll give you what you need. Don’t worry.” Derek smiled before
clambering on top of Stiles and lowering himself. As Stiles began to enter the
quivering hole, he tried one last time to stop Derek.
“Derek, please, please, please stop!” Yellow eyes connected with pleading brown
ones, and Derek growled.
“You. Will. Submit.” Derek rumbled before seating himself completely.
“FUCK!” Stiles arched his back and his eyes rolled up. Thrashing, Stiles tried
to push himself further into the heat,but Derek lifted himself off.
“Come on Stiles. Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.” Derek coaxed.
“I don’t..I don’t know what you want!” Stiles wailed as he tried to buck up.
“Please, please!”
“Tell me you're mine. My mate.” Gasping as Derek seated himself again, Stiles
obeyed.
“I’m yours! Your mate, yours forever!” A loud moan exploded from Stiles as
Derek began bouncing up and down.
“Good boy.” Derek cooed. Chest heaving, Stiles felt his muscles began to
clench.
“I need to, I’m gonna-“ Stiles babbled.
“Do it, Stiles.” Derek whispered as he bent down to lap at Stiles’ nipple. At
the caress, Stiles froze and came. After his intense orgasm, Stiles could only
watch as Derek pulled himself off and squatted in front of Stiles’ mouth. “Come
on, Stiles. Clean me up.” Tiredly, Stiles lapped at the cum oozing out of
Derek’s puffy hole. “Good boy.” Derek praised when he finished. Leaning back,
Stiles closed his eyes as Derek cut through his restraints. Within seconds, he
had squirming body in his arms. “Sorry, Stiles.”
“No you’re not.” Stiles sighed as he tightened his arms.
“I’m sorry for tying you up. But you wouldn’t submit.” Derek peppered kisses
onto Stiles’ face.
“It’s alright.” Stiles nuzzled his face into Derek’s soft hair, and the coconut
scent drifted up into nose. As he registered the scent, Stiles’ eyes flew open.
“I just had sex with a minor. And I’m still a minor! Oh my god, my dad’s a cop.
I’m going to go to jail. Fuck, your mom.” Stiles panicked.
“My mom already knows. Why do you think she asked you to take care of me?”
“…She knew that you were going to sex me up? Is this normal for werewolves?”
“Well, she wanted me to get to know you, and she knew that the chances of this
happening were pretty high. As long as both sides are consenting, it’s fine.”
Derek rolled his eyes.
“But…I didn’t really consent.” Stiles objected. Derek’s eyes flashed and a
small rumble filled Stiles’ ears. “Just kidding, I totally consented.” With a
satisfied purr, Derek pressed himself closer to Stiles.
“I love you, Stiles.” Was the last thing Derek said before he dozed off.
“I’m a freaking cradle robber.” Stiles murmured before sighing and accepting
his fate.
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