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His father had always told him how he met the love of his life. All it took was a single look- a single look was enough to ignite the flame of love they carried for theeir entire lives, until that flame was lost in that hospital room. His words were like a magic that Stiles truly believed in, so when he locked eyes with Derek in that street Sacramento, he knew. And that was the first time they met- It was love at first sight. He told Scott as soon as he got back to his aunt's home, since she lived in Sacramento and he was visiting her. Scott didn't really believe him, so Stiles sent him a photo of Derek, but Scott just sent him the following message: [Scotty: Woah, are you sure you went out on a date with this guy? It looks like you just googled "hot guys image" and chose the first one you found... And even if you went on a date with him, he's way too hot for you.]It stung, to read those words. Scott knew about Stiles and his battle against his own self image. Scott knew that Stiles has been struggling with how he looks ever since the strong bullying truly started- in the beginning, he was too skinny and he looked anorexic, so he started to put on some weight as a way to get them to stop talking, and suddenly he was fat and obese. There was no winning condition with them. And that's how bullying works... Stiles, instead, put all his focus on studying and getting good grades as soon as summer break ended, he had a lot to make up for if he wanted to go to a good college! He thought everything was going to be the same, but there was a new rumor going around that Stiles was so desperate to have someone that he invented this whole other guy to be his "boyfriend". Images of Derek were spread around to everyone that wanted to see Stiles' "boyfriend"- It just so happens that Derek was a famous- or semi-famous -internet influencer. He was a fitness influencer! He promoted on Instagram a bunch of random supplement and weight things, he was almost like a bodybuilder, an Instagram influencer, and an underwear model mixed in one. He promoted clothes, training equipment, supplements, and he looked like a Greek God- why would he ever date Stiles of all people? He looked like a desperate pick me girl.It went on for months- thankfully, this was his last year in this torture. Stiles, of course, always talked and texted with Derek all the time. He never said anything to him, not because he didn't want Derek to know but because secretly he agreed with those words- Derek was way too good for him. They sent messages to each other all the time, Stiles would always ask Derek if he could visit, but Derek wasn't really able to because he wasn't in the states and wouldn't be for another 6 months. Stiles knew that because Derek told him and he also saw it through his Instagram that he was now in Greece. The prom was getting closer and closer with each day, and Stiles was rather anxious about it- Derek promised him that he would take him to prom, and he held onto that promise with the hope that Derek would keep it! He got himself ready, all prepared- he wore his nice tuxedo, his nice shoes, and his tightest pants and clean underwear. Just in case! "I see someone's excited." His dad smiled as he peeked into the room: "You ready? I'll take you to the school, I trust that Derek will bring you back by 11, right?" "Yep!" Stiles smiled, excitement in his veins. He turned to his dad and continued speaking: "He told me he'll be there early, just so we can have a nice chat before the prom starts, so he told me to be there three hours before the prom starts." Stiles looked back at the mirror, a little anxiety in his eyes as he looked over his entire body. Once he saw that everything was okay and he didn't look like a victorian orphan covered in soot, he sighed to try to calm down his nerves: "Okay, I'm ready." His dad only smiled- After all, today was the day his son was so anxious about! 'I just hope he likes the surprise.' He thought to himself, trying to keep his face straight and not give anything away- Derek did tell him that he had a surprise that his son would love. Stiles felt like an idiot. He had arrived three hours earlier than the time the prom would start, normally they would just make sure everything was ready and they organized a few things and whatnots, he even helped the staff with organizing things before he went out of the building and waited by the parking lot entrance. He was giddy and excited to show everyone that, in fact, Derek was real. He fiddled and played with his hair in nervousness and anxiety that only grew as the hours went on. One hour went by.Two hours went by.Three hours went by, and the first students started to appear. Stiles continued to sit by the doors, looking into the parking lot as people started to enter the gym. Soon, soft music started to play in the background and people began to talk amongst themselves... Stiles felt like something had happened and Derek maybe that's why Derek was late? Regardless, he continued to wait by the door, and one hour into the beginning of the prom night, Stiles saw Scott leave this red sport car- Stiles wasn't much a cars guy as much as Derek was, he liked art, music, and similar things. "Stiles? You're here?" Scott was holding hands with his girlfriend, Allison Argent. She was a beautiful girl, that's for sure, but she was best friends with Lydia Martin and Stiles didn't really like her that much: "Oh, hi Scott! Hello, Allison." Stiles smiled as enthusiastically as he could, trying to keep his humiliation to himself in hopes that nobody would notice the way his body clenched and how his mind slowly tried to make up excuses for why Derek wasn't here yet. "Urgh, why are you here? Don't you have an imaginary boyfriend go to date or something?" With her annoying voice and her white sliced bread of a personality, Allison Argent was the embodiment of every single stereotype of a white girl mixed with a mean girl. Seriously, she even painted her hair blond! Her dad is rich, and she has at least 5 phones that she probably bought this week alone. "Well, Allison, unlike your personality, Derek is real." The face she made was almost worth the night, but Scott of course had to insert himself in the conversation, in the name of defending his girlfriend's honor. "Fuck you Stiles, this is exactly why I fucking told Allison that you are delusional- You can't fucking really think that Derek is fucking real? Oh fuck, Jackson was really right, maybe you're just as crazy as your fucking mother, maybe you should go to that hospital and have your brain fucking checked, because you're clearly demented." Scott didn't bother with Stiles anymore: "Not only a liar, but also a fucking crazy guy- Why the fuck was I ever your friend? Go fuck yourself Stiles, don't talk to me again."Stiles could only stare as Scott pulled the smug Allison into the building. He wouldn't say he was shocked that Scott hated him, he always had that inkling in the back of his mind that maybe everyone hated him and his existence- He always thought Scott wasn't a very good friend, but to hate so much as to tell him he was crazy like his mother? That went beyond what he thought. And worse yet, a lot of people heard that. Stiles could feel their eyes looking at him, mocking him, and he couldn't- He got up from his seat and walked to the parking lot and kept walking until he was out of the school's grounds. He pressed his back against the wall, feeling the breath of his lungs tighten, feeling the voices in his head growing louder and louder as they whispered the many words he had always heard come out of the mouths of many people-Useless. Liar. Demented. Retarded. Faggot. -and he couldn't find anything to hold on to. Stiles felt like an idiot. No, he was an idiot. "I s-shouldn't have come." He whispered to himself, feeling his breath come faster and faster- Panic grasped at his heart with a vice grip, his lungs seemed to shrink and he started hyperventilating like he had asthma. "I should have stayed home- Fuck, I'm such an idiot." He clenched his hand over his ears as he lowered his back against the bark of a tree. "I'm s-so pathetic- fuck." He couldn't keep his panic for long, it started to bubble and overflow through his entire body. He was feeling numb and-"Stiles?" -oh. Did he- is he hearing things now? Has he really gone so deep down the rabbit hole? "Stiles, breathe with me." A calm voice whispered to him, he could barely see anything around him, but the guiding voice was enough to shine a light in his mind. That voice was familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. "Like that, c'mon baby, breathe with me-" He inhaled and exhaled slowly, like the man before him. He knew him, he was hot and tall, he was someone he knew- What was his name again? "-yeah, like that... You're okay, everything's okay." The hot guy didn't touch him, he knew that Stiles didn't like to be touched when he was having a panic attack- He told him that. "...der?" Whispering, Stiles looked at his long-distance boyfriend: "...You're late." "I know, I know baby... I'm sorry for being late." Derek offered him a hand, Stiles looked at it in silence for a good half minute before he took the offered hand and was pulled up by Derek: "Are you okay?" Stiles chose not to answer, instead resting his forehead on Derek's shoulder. He breathed in and out through his nose, making sure that he was breathing in Derek's calming and manly scent. "I am now..." Stiles whispered: "...can we go home?" "But I promised you, love, that I would dance with you on your prom night." Derek softly touched his forehead: "Why don't we-""I don't want to go back to that place, Derek." Stiles did not know, but his voice sounded exactly like a wounded animal, and something within Derek's soul was furious about it. "Please?" He knew that could never deny his Mate anything, so when Stiles asked him to leave, he was going to do that. "Well, I ended up parking on your school's parking lot, love... We can wait until everyone's out, don't worry." He pulled Stiles into his arms, Stiles did not resist the manhandling at all, instead going soft and almost completely boneless in Derek's arms. They spent a good time in silence, just looking at the sky or at each other, sometimes they'd lock eyes and Stiles would simply stare. Two hours went by, and Stiles was ready to go home now. Derek was about to pick him up and take him in his arms like a princess when he remembered his promise and smiled: "Hey, I promised we would dance tonight, why not here?" Stiles was confused, but soon Derek placed his phone on the grass, supported by the tree. He also started to record them, the light of the full moon was more than enough to shine down upon them and illuminate them for the camera. The soft melody of a piano started playing and soon ballroom classic music started playing. Derek offered his hand to his beloved, a soft but mischievous grin on his face: "Would you make me the happiest man alive and dance with me, my love?" "Of course, you dork- Woah- Hey, not so fast!" The moment Stiles placed his hand on Derek's hand, he was picked up and they started to laugh and dance. Derek spun around, their laughter turned into one as the night weaved away. Some time later, Stiles was tired. Derek sighed and took him in his arms, carrying him because he wanted to spoil his Mate just a little bit more and also because: "My feet hurts, its your fault." Stiles poked his bicep, making Derek internally feel smug about his muscular body; "How is it my fault that your feet hurt, when you were the one stepping on my feet when I was trying to teach you how to dance in a ballroom?" Stiles looked up at him, that same beautiful smile that made him recognize that he was his Soulmate: "Well, if you had softer feet, maybe I wouldn't be hurting in such suffering-" Dramatically, Stiles placed a hand on his forehead, before they started to laugh. "Stiles, I'm sorry I was late today- I... well, the best way I can describe it, today has been an unlucky day." Seriously! First, the Camaro refuses to turn on. Second, he gets fucking shot by a random hunter by a fucking rare yellow wolfsbane flower and had to spend almost the entire of the time Stiles was waiting for him suffering in a bed while Deaton, the pack's Emissary, worked on a magic spell to cure him kf the poison because they didn't have the fucking yellow wolfsbane to cure it. Then, the entire ride from Sacramento to Beacon Hills took him the rest of the time. The moment he got there and parked in the school's parking lot, there was almost no one inside, but he was able to smell Stiles' anxiety and sadness, so he followed it until he found Stiles having a panic attack behind a tree. "-and then, when the car finally fucking turned on and I was driving here, a cop stopped me to give me a ticket." Finishing telling the story- of course he didn't tell Stiles that he was shot, the boy doesn't even know he's a werewolf! -to his beloved Mate, Derek softly placed Stiles against the hood of his black camaro: "So, as an apology, I got you-""Holy shit, he's real!?" Both were caught up by surprise. Stiles because he recognized the voice, and Derek because he was so focused on Stiles body- and not falling under the temptation to pop Stiles' little cherry in the parking lot (the full moon sucks) -that he didn't hear the person even approaching! "Oh fuck, he is-" Stiles rolled his eyes and turned to look at the ones behind Derek, meeting the familiar faces of Jessica and Megan, two of the girls that- for some damn reason -disliked him. "-oh no, he's hot! Wait, fuck, Stilinski wasn't lying!? Holy shit, he's one lucky fucking guy!" "Lying?" Derek looked at Stiles curiously, making the boy groan and hide his face right between Derek's large pecks: "Oh, they didn't believe I was dating you, right?" Derek felt both amused and a little bit disappointed in the world- Why wouldn't he date Stiles? Can't everyone see how hot he is? He's the lucky one here. He's the lucky one because Stiles was still single when they met! "Well, I am very much real, as real as one can be." Derek looked over his shoulders at the girls- it was then that he saw the teens leaving the gym, as the prom night had apparently gone a few hours later than expected. Stiles was clearly nervous, Derek could smell his fear and anxiety, which made his wolf instincts click and he felt protective of him. Picking him up, Derek opened the door of his camaro and sat down on the passenger's seat, placing Stiles softly on his lap: "Shh... I'm here, everything's okay." He did not notice, however, how his words were growled out instead of spoken, which made his voice sound very arousing to the man in his arms.So, when he smelled Stiles' scent of arousal, he couldn't really stop his bodily reactions. So, there he was, with Stiles sitting on his lap, his cheeks touching his boner. "..." They were both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. As more and more people started to walk out, Derek held Stiles tightly until it was too much. He settled Stiles down on the camaro's passenger seat before he came in his pants! "You're a fuckin' tease-" Derek adjusted his pants, trying to make so his large boner wasn't as visible as it was. Well, no matter what he did, his boner was clearly visible, so he decided not to be shy about it anymore. And besides, Stiles was looking at it with a shocked, anxious, and hungry look. "See what you do to me?" He pointed down to his erection, feeling smug as he heard Stiles gulp his saliva down: "Baby, you're clearly not ready to take this, it'll take weeks- weeks of me stretching your pussy out with my fingers and big dildos, for you to take me safely." His hand softly touched Stiles' chin, lifting his baby's gaze from his crotch to his face, looking into his eyes: "But we can start by gettind rid of your gag reflex-""I don't have one." Immediately, Stiles answered. Derek was momentarily surprised by the enthusiasm behind Stiles' words, only to smile as Stiles blushed- "Holy shit, it's Derek Hale!?""Damn, Stilinski's one lucky, lucky guy." "Oh shit, Scott will eat his fucking words- Stilinski isn't demented like his mother, the guy's literary here with him."Derek turned to look, now that he was paying attention to the world around him, to see a small crowd. 'Scott?' He recognized that name, Stiles said he was his friend? 'Demented...?' Even though Stiles hadn't told him how his mother died, Derek was smart enough to figure out that she died from something strong enough that she had to stay constantly in a hospital, because Stiles hates hospitals and doesn't like any scent that even resembles a hospital. Looking down at his baby, he could see that Stiles must've heard what those people had said, because he was shrinking into himself as he smelled of strong misery and pain. "...what did he do, love?" "It doesn't matter, Derek..." Stiles shook his head, looking like he wanted to puke- His anxiety started to rise, Derek could feel the beginnings of a panic attack rising within Stiles' heart: "...let's just leave, okay?" "Okay, okay. We can leave." Derek kissed Stiles' hand, closed the door and turned around- "Stiles? Wait, is that Derek?" -the moment Stiles heard that voice, his heart seemed to freeze. Derek instantly knew that that one was the source of his Mate's pain. He turned around, looked at the guy for two whole seconds, before punching him right in the nose. He felt the nose sink in- The crowd that had formed around the Camaro (They were in shock that Derek was really dating Stiles, and that he was, in fact, a real person and not a figment of Stiles' dementia like Scott told everyone) went silent. Derek cracked his knuckles, spat on the ground, and turned around. He got within the car before popping his head out and looking towards the downed Scott- the punch he gave him was strong enough to almost knock him out instantly! "If I see you anywhere near my boyfriend's- no, if I see you anywhere near my fiancé, I'll break your fucking spine." With that said, he closed the door and drove away."..." Stiles, however, had focused on a single word that Derek said. "...fiancé?""Oh, right-" Derek, while driving, pulled a small black box from his pocket: "-here, your ring." He gave the box to Stiles, who just took it and opened it. "I know your answer already, but I guess I'll ask anyway- Hey Stiles, wanna marry me?" "...what?"Stiles.exe has shut down. Please, restart your computer.
[To be continued?]
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"Uhm, D-derek?"Stiles felt the tight hold of the bigger man, he could hear his panting, his hard breathing that sounded like he was having some sort of asthma attack. He was tightly holding the wheel with one hand and the other hand was tightly holding his thigh, and it was starting to hurt him a little. His tense muscles did look enticing, but his horny brain had more things to think of besides how big those muscles were, how hot he looked, abd how much he wanted to bite them- Okay, tune down the horny! "Derek?" He was starting to seriously get very worried about Derek, the man was huffing and puffing like the Bad Wolf from the Three Little Piggies, and that made Stiles worried. He has been at Scott's house and has spent enough time with Scott's mother to know all the signs of an asthma attack, and this clearly wasn't it. He has also had enough panic attacks to know that this also wasn't a panic attack... Unless Derek has some sort of breathing problem that only manifests when he has a panic attack. "Derek, please, stop the car-" He touched Derek's shoulder, and that was when he felt sharp pain on his knee. He screamed out in surprise at the pain, and when he looked down at his knee, he saw Derek's hands were rather... hairy. "-what the fuck?" Derek seemed to snap back into himself, he quickly drove off of the road and stopped the car, the silver light of the full moon gave everything a rather creepy and nightmarish vibe. He felt his heartbeat increasing in speed, his rational mind trying to come up with reasons why this was all happening, but clearly something beyond the natural barriers of the world was going on. "...don't, run." Derek's voice grew a few octaves lower, sounding extremely dangerous to his ears. A part of his animal brain seemed to scream at him, a vague memory summoned forth the words "flight, fight, freeze" and he clearly understood what was happening to him right now. His survival instincts were activated as he watched Derek's body convulse, and although he felt really worried about what was happening to his boyfriend, a part of him was clearly and ultimately scared shitless. He pushed himself against the passenger door, his hand frantically searching for the door handle as he watched Derek's skin tear apart. In a gruesome and disturbing transformation, his skin seemed to peel away from body as this black fur pushed it's way out. Sounds of bones breaking and tearing, accompanied by the groans and gurgles of pain from Derek's throat, echoed out of the car- The moment he felt the door handle in his fingertips, Stiles pulled it and immediately fell backwards, his head hit the floor and he winced, feeling slightly dizzy, but his adrenaline was way too fucking pumped to care about it. His instinc was to run, but as he heard Derek's cries of pain, he momentarily stopped. And that was when he looked around, to notice that they had stopped in the middle of nowhere- the road they were taking before this all started happening was the road to his home. The Stilinski household was about three miles down this road, and skinny short legged Stiles didn't think he can run to his home before whatever is happening to Derek ends... So he turned to look at his surroundings, noticing the trees- So, his inner small child had to be pulled forth, because if there was a time for him to climb a tree, it was today! Tonight?"Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" His feet started hurting, he tripped over a few rocks and he was pretty sure he twisted a finger or something similar, but in his panic, he didn't care. His fingernails sank into the bark of the tree as he pushed himself up it. It was a rather tall tree, he didn't know exactly the height of it, but he was clearly able to climb it. He felt his fingers and toes scream at him, but what scared him more was the inhuman screaming howl that echoed out of the black camaro. "-..." He felt his throat lock and his voice vanish as he watched this monstrosity push its way out of the car. It was tall, muscular, and completely covered in black hair like Derek was, but instead of making Stiles feel lust, he was feeling dread. "...of course my boyfriend is a fuckin' werewolf." He regreted saying that, mostly because as soon as he said that, the big wolf humanoid turned to look at him as it stood on its two legs. His eyes flashed a deep red color as his tongue dropped out of its mouth and- it's tail started wagging? It was so sudden that Stiles didn't even know how to react. It was like a part of his brain that was screaming "foe, enemy, danger, run away!" suddenly switched around and screamed "puppy~!" at the top of its lungs, because the unnatural fear he was feeling simply faded away. His adrenaline dropped, and alongside it, so did his heartbeat. He watched as the big wolf man approached the tree and reached out to him: "Mate~ Mate~ Mate~!" He barked out, his voice was barely comprehensive: "Huggy~?" What Stiles didn't know was that Derek Hale, Alpha son of Talia Hale and one of the best at controlling their inner beast, could not for the life of him, control his true emotions right now. You see, after the whole Scott debacle, Derek was pissed off. In a moment of weakness, his inner wolf overtook and overcame Derek's willpower, and as he actively fought his wolf, it activated Stiles' human instincts. You see, in this world, humans are aware of the supernatural in an instinctual level. Normally called the Uncanny Valley effect, humans can feel and tell when there is someone that looks like a human but isn't a human around. Not many could tell the difference between skilled supernaturals, because evadig that instict was something many were trained on how to do the moment they are aware enough of the world around them- with some being taught the moment they were born. The reason Stiles' fear activated was that his human instinct was overwhelmed by Derek's presence, which always causes extreme fear and confusion to a normal human- that's the natural reaction, if the person is not introduced slowly to the supernatural, of course. The only reason he calmed down was because of the natural connection he had to Derek's soul, that even though he wasn't aware of it, a portion of his subconscious mind was. So, the moment Derek presented himself as harmless and puppy-like, Stiles' brain and instincts went from "Oh gods run!" To "PUPPY!? PUPPY!" really quickly, and that was actually normal between human Werewolf Mates that are introduced to the supernatural world by watching their Mate transform... Which was why Derek, who had lost control to his wolf, decided to just go ahead and finish his transformation instead of resisting it completely. So, Derek helped his Mate out of the top of that tree- he frowned when he noticed that one of Stiles' fingers was broken, and that he had lost one of his fingernails on his left hand's ring finger. He had also hurt his feet when he tried to escape, as wel as hitting the back of his head on the ground, so he had a small but serious chance of getting a concussion too. Derek felt guilty about this- the decision of introducing Stiles to the supernatural world was an easy one, seeing as he was his Mate, but he was supposed to be eased into the supernatural world by being shown some aspects of it, until in the end, he was told about it by Derek himself. But due to his emotions, he took the decision of just going quick and painful route, which caused hurt to Stiles' body. "...'m sorry." He started to rub his wolfy face in Stiles' chest, his snout pushing against Stiles' neck and sniffing it. "...I am so confused right now.""...""...""...so... what do you think?""...what do I think?" Stiles stared up at the full moon, beside him sat the now completely naked Derek Hale, sadly he could not enjoy the sight of his boyfriend being naked in front of him because he was having an existential crisis. "The fact that the government is well aware that the supernatural exists, and the fact that a majority of the powerful supernatural families have a hand on the goverment and their own shadow goverment that controls the first government, and because a lot of them hate humans because of a millenia old war that was removed from history destroyed the majority of supernatural beings, and now they're making life as miserable for humans as possible..." Since the majority of those supernaturals have moved to America, they have taken control over the government and have been making life miserable to humans for the last three centuries now. "It's a lot, I know, but... Well, considering the monstrosities humans have done, I can't say I don't understand their hatred, I just don't really agree with it." Derek rested his forehead against Stiles' shoulder, listening to his Mate's heartbeat. He had answered every single question Stiles had made, his smart Mate had easily deduced truths of the supernatural world with minimal information by sheer logic and psychological analysis on base of personal experience and a little insight Derek had provided him with... It might sound just a little ironic, but Stiles is really good at reading people. He just turns a blind eye to those around him that he likes, making it very easy to take advantage of him- Derek has seen Cora do so many times, taking advantage of her werewolf senses and reflexes to win against him in Mario Kart many times, but even so only being able to barely make Stiles get 2nd place. It was funny to see Stiles win against her in UNO though, because, somehow, he was able to easily lie to her face about his cards and keep a mean poker face. Seriously, even Peter was impressed about how easily he had lied to them on UNO, being one of the first humans that have done so without being even trained to do it! Trust me, Peter made a serious background check on Stiles and everyone in his neighborhood to make sure he was not associated with Werewolf Hunters, and the closest relationship he had with a werewolf hunter was that his ex best friend's girlfriend was the descendant of a werewolf hunter from the 1700's. "...and also the fact that you're internet famous because of your wolfy blood, and that the majority of brands that sponsor you aren't actual sponsorships because you own them- It's kinda crazy." Stiles confessed- The moment Derek confessed that his "sponsors" were actually owned by him and his family, he was surprised. They owned a bunch of Werewolf Friendly companies that made products for werewolves! In the past, the population of werewolves were actually a lot, but due to the "old war", more than 80% of werewolves were killed, and now werewolves were about 10% of the world population, which made them the largest supernatural species alive today. "...do you have a knot.""...wanna see?" Derek smirked as he placed his hands on Stiles' waist, looking into his Mate's eyes as the jacket on his lap- He had placed that jacket there to cover himself, not that he minded being naked, but because Stiles wanted to talk and not to fuck... Well, he didn't want then, but now? He smelled really good. "I can show you..." Dragging his fingers down Stiles' back, he felt his dick harden as Stiles shuddered as a shiver went down his spine. Derek looked down when he noticed Stiles' gaze, and sure enough, his dick was poking the jacket. "Look, someone's happy to see you... Wanna greet it properly, baby? What about a good night's kiss? I'm really interested in the fact that you don't have a gag reflex, wanna show me, love?" "U-uhm, c-can I...?" Fuck, he looked so fucking adorable when he asked! "Go ahead, baby..." Derek pulled the jacket back, revealing to him- for the first time -his cock. He had teased Stiles before, but now he was showing him the real deal. Uncircumcised, last time he checked (a few yars ago) he was 15 inches (38 centimeters) long and 10 inches thick (25 centimeters), his dick also had these three pairs of piercings at the bottom side of the shaft. Derek had piercings down there because of a rather wild bet he made with a few friends in his teen years, about who would find their Mate first and all that... Well, she found her first, and then she told him to go get piercings in his dick because he lost the bet. She said it mostly as a joke, but Derek did it anyway, and now he's kinda glad he did because the way Stiles' eyes widened as he looked at them made him weirdly proud. He placed his hand on the back of Stiles' neck, leaned in a little bit back on his seat, and waited. Stiles scent exploded into embarrassment and arousal that it stung Derek's nose for a moment, but he went down on his dick. The moment his tongue touched the head of his dick, Derek groaned: "Open your mouth, lick the underside of the head... Use your saliva as lube, baby, we'll go slow now, use your hands too." Stiles followed his words to the best of his ability, which was non-existent. But what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm, which was adorable in Derek's eyes."Wider." He said and Stiles easily obeyed, opening his mouth wider as Derek whispered to him: "I'm going to push it in, okay, baby?" His fingers caressed Stiles hair as he softly pushed Stiles' head down, being careful with him- To his surprise, however, Stiles pushed his head down like a cock hungry hound, swallowing about 7 inches of his cock in one swift push down. "...I was going to treat you like a princess, but I guess you truly are a little whore." His fingers clenched hard, and he grinned when he felt Stiles moaning on his dick and swallowing another inch of his cock: "You really are talented, huh?" Derek didn't allow Stiles to pull his head back, instead he ordered the younger man: "Breathe through your nose, relax your throat." And like a good boy, Stiles obeyed like it was natural to him- He brethed through his nose, his throat relaxed, and he looked up at Derek with his soft pale whiskey eyes that were full of lust and love- Derek's hips thrusted automatically, he wanted to fuck Stiles' throat so fucking bad! Shit, he wouldn't last long- it was only natural, he hasn't claimed Stiles yet. He wanted to cover him in his cum, make him smell like him! "...I'm sorry, baby, but I really can't resist it... You're so cute." He gripped Stiles' head and pushed it down- Stiles let out this soft whine of surprise as Derek pushed his head down until the entirety of his cock was inside his baby's throat. "Oooh." He groaned, shifting and moving his hips to feel that tight throat that he owned, eyes closed and head thrown back: "Fuuuck... You're so fucking good." He felt Stiles' hands touch his muscles, and he looked down to see him, eyes wide in surprise, as his hands didn't know where to go. Derek pulled Stiles' head back, allowing him to breathe but his cock rested right on his open lips. "H-holy fuck." Stiles whispered as he breathed heavily, trying to catch the breath he lost due to his surprise when Derek pushed his entire cock inside him. It felt weirdly incredible and fulfilling to have his entire cock inside his throat, it felt like he had just achieved something amazing, and the look Derek gave him made him feel even more amazing because he looked like he was going to lose control of himself- and that sounded hot as fuck. "...again?" He looked up at Derek when he asked that, and the look he got was one of both pride and a little bit of surprise. I mean, this was literally his first time doing this kind of stuff, but he was really into this. He did not even had to wait for Derek to push his head, he placed both hands on Derek's muscular waist (he really wanted to just suck, lick, and bite Derek's muscular body holy fuck-) and pushed his head down- He only stopped when he felt his nose touch Derek's pubes, his jaws aching in pain because had widened them a lot more than he usually would. He inhaled through his nose, and the scent of thick manly musk made him dizzy. It was strong and so fucking good- "Woah there cowboy- calm down, your enthusiasm is adorable, but I don't want you to get hurt." Derek's hand was pulling his head back, but he refused- he could do this! He could... do this... why is everything so hazy? Huh, he feels really relaxed right now, almost like he was about to float out of his body: "Ooh fuck, shit, ah-" Derek's hips moved and Stiles didn't mind, he didn't even truly felt the ache in his jaws anymore... It was like it was far from him, like it wasn't something he was seeing anymore. "-fuck, Stiles!" His head was forcefully pulled back, drool dripping from his open mouth as he cried out- he didn't want to stop yet! "You cock hungry bitch, calm down." A pair of lips soon kissed his, and he did not even try to move his tongue to meet the other one, letting Derek suck his tongue and kiss him like he wanted to. In this state, Stiles would let Derek do anything to him- anything. "Awn, cutie~ You look so good right now, I wish you could see yourself..." Derek considered it for a moment before he reached his torn pants, letting Stiles go down on his cock again before he took a photo of him. The photo had Stiles with big cock in his mouth, drool dripping from the side of his parted lips, and his hazy eyes looking up at him. "Shit, I wanna fuck your throat so bad-" He took a few more photos, and in all of them (one different from the others), Stiles looked so slutty and adorable."Can I fuck your face, baby? I wanna fuck your face until your lips become permanently morphed to the shape of my cock-" Derek began to move Stiles limp and obedient head up and down his shaft, making him gag every once in a while and completely cover him with slober and saliva- He fucked his baby's throat, he lost himself to the sensation, but he did not forget to record it. He recorded everything, wanting to keep this as a beautiful memory to show Stiles later how good and slutty he was for him, to show him and fucking do it again. He only stopped when he felt his knot grow- He didn't want to hurt Stiles, so he popped his knot and let Stiles' lips only touch it, but he made sure to pull Stiles' head back and cum on his face, absolutely covering him in white. He kissed and held him in his arms for a while before he let the boy lie down on the passanger seat as he drove him home- Thankfully Derek had spare clothes in his car, so when he took Stiles home, Stiles' dad let him take his son to his room and put him in his bed. He ended up taking the Sheriff's offer to sleep in the guest room, tomorrow, he would show Stiles the video and take him out on a date.
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Stiles woke up to a vision from paradise, or so he thought. The soft touch from Derek's hand alongside his handsome smile was like a dream that Stiles was having, and to top it all off, he was completely shirtless too. "...hi." Stiles felt light, almost like he was going to float away if not for the hold Derek had on him, his hand touching his chin while he smirked: "Good morning, baby." The soft whisper of the pet name made Stiles shiver, remembering the filthy way in which that same pet name was whispered to him while he was choking on him. "Today, I planned us a beautiful date... as an apology for missing your prom night yesterday. Now, before you say anything, I want to make up for it, and I also want to take you out, I want to hold your hand, and I want to kiss you-" He approached Stiles' shy and smiling face, placing his lips closer to his ear as he whispered: "-and I want to push your slutty body down in the backseat of my car and eat your little tight ass until you cream your pants." With low growl, Derek grinned with vicious satisfaction when Stiles squeaked like a caught little fawn. "..." Stiles, face completely red, couldn't make eye contact with Derek at all: "O-okay... When-" That was when he realized something: Derek was in his house. He looked around his room, trying to discern if he was dreaming or something similar: "...You're in my room." Derek lifted his eyebrows a little confused, was that somethint so weird? "Derek Hale is in my room." He slowly got up from his bed- He looked down to see that he was wearing only his underwear and a rather long shirt that he was pretty sure he didn't own... It was black and had a white skull stamped on it with the words [Welcum' to the Bone Zone] written in cursive with white letters too. He immediately recognized it as one of Derek's shirts that he bought him as a gift in one of their dates at Sacramento because he thought it was a ridiculous shirt and it was weirdly funny to him. He had bought it right into Derek's size, which draped over him like a short dress that only covered the upper half of his underwear- that, by the way, was... pink-Okay, don't judge him! Derek bought him that the same day he bought him the shirt. It wasn't only the underwear, it was actually a whole clothing set themed on Silveon, the Pokemon. And Derek knew Stiles was a Pokemon fan, so he bought him that alongside a little Gameboy with Pokemon Emerald and Stiles never felt so fucking in love before!-which was why he was embarrassed when Derek looked at him... The fact that he was wearing his boyfriend's (fiance's?) shirt also explained why Derek was shirtless in the first place. But how his dad allowed Derek to get shirtless in his home and get close to his son while he's asleep, that's something he can't explain until he has all the answers. "W-what are you doing here, Derek?" Stiles took a step forward, and because there was something on the ground, he stumbled forward- his face aggressively caressed Derek's abs. Stiles felt himself falling to his knees, and his nose and lips dragging down Derek's body until he had his face on his crotch. It was now that he noticed that Derek was wearing gray sweatpants, and by the feeling he was getting, he wasn't wearing any underwear. "Oh, baby, I know you're hungry... But thick sausage is not on the breakfast menu for today. I can tell you're very eager to suck and choke on me again, but let's put some food on your stomach, okay?" Before Stiles could answer- he was embarrassed about what just happened and how deeply aroused he was -Derek picked him up in his big arms in a princess carry. "Now-" Stiles just closed his eyes for a moment and pressed his face against Derek's chest, breathing softly: "-what would you like for breakfast, love?" "Hum... Pancakes?" Stiles felt very comfortable in Derek's arms, so he didn't really mind when he started to take him downstairs- Until, of course, he heard voices downstairs. Dread filled his guts as he looked downstairs, hearing his father's voice alongside the voice of someone he knew... Talia Hale. "D-derek...?" Derek smirked at him- it was then that Stiles remembered the fact that Derek Hale, the hottest man in the world, proposed to him. His brain made short-circuit noises inside his head for a moment as the realization was kinda delayed by the fact that he got overwhelmed yesterday night by having a panic attack, then learning the family secret, and then having his face fucked by his hot fiance... "Is your mom-" "Ah, Derek! And Stiles too, hello." It was then that Derek took the last step downstairs, appearing right at the back of the living room, with view to the dining room, close to the kitchen. At the balcony that separated the kitchen from the dining room, a bouquet of flowers rested softly with the card that read [Congrats on your engagement!] with golden fancy letters, the bouquet itself was a mixture of roses, orchids, chrysanthemums, and a few alstroemerias. Talia, seeing and following his gaze of curiosity, smiled and easily reached out for the bouquet before giving it to him: "Here, Stiles, welcome to the Hale family." Her smile was unusually sharp, and now that he knew the family secret, he was well aware as to why her teeth were way sharper than a normal human teeth would be! "Finally someone with sense and intellect, this family was starting to lose every single intellect after I was born- I must've absorbed all of it, isn't that so, Stiles~?" Stiles had the urge to slap his own face so hard he would lose all his defining features. That voice was the one and only- mostly teasing and honestly great guy -Peter Hale, brother of Talia and father of Malia, Medea, Argos, and Perseus... His last three kids got greek names because his wife was (rightfully) both Greek and obsessed with Greek myths...Now that he knows the supernatural is real, maybe the myths are too?"Well, too much of anything is detrimental." He hadn't even thought about it. He opened his mouth and that escaped immediately- He felt the silence weight down on his mind as his face was painted red, but Derek was the first to break the silence as he laughed. Full body laughed. He was holding Stiles in his arms, his hold tightened as his body began to shiver and shake heavily as he laughed loudly, soon followed by his mother, and even Peter himself started laughing about it. Stiles saw his father also chuckle a bit as he pulled out a ten dollar bill, and slapped it on Peter's hand. Talia wiped a tear off of her left eye while Derek said: "Ah... One more reason I love you." He sofly kissed Stiles' forehead, and that was when he remembered Derek was completely shirtless- Well, as it was Derek's literal job to be an internet influencer and his main focus was working out and his musculature (as well as his lineage, seeing as he sold a lot of products to werewolves), it was natural that Derek was the definition of the word beefcake. "Hm? What's up, love?" "Uhm... I think you need to wear a shirt... My dad's here and, uhm, your family's here too Der..." Shy and a little embarrassed, Stiles tried to hide his face on Derek's chest- he, however, made the mistake of inhaling. The scent that came up his nostrils was this thick and heavy musk, a scent so strong that Stiles honestly felt like he forgot what the fuck was happening around him! "Oh dear, it seems it's starting already." Talia chuckled softly, Stiles wasn't really focusing much on her words, but his dad surely was!"Starting?" He enquired, eyebrows rising a little and his forehead wrinkles crushing against one another- a sign of age and wisdom. "What is starting? My son's clumsiness and attachment issues have been going for... a long time." He tried to be a good father, and while Stiles will always praise him, he knows that although he tried a lot, he wasn't always present. That lead Stiles to attach himself to anyone who would accept him, regardless of their level of respect or love for him, which was something that deeply hurt his boy (Derek told him what Scott did, and he's lucky Sheriff Stilinski is retiring!) but to see someone who equally attached themselves to his son with the same eagerness and with even weirder tendencies... It's like they were literally made for each other, in, like, a computer or something!"Well, you see, there is this thing we have in our family... It's kinda like a small period of time in which the married couple will get extra attached." Peter grinned at his nephew and at the way he seemed to almost preen as Stiles relaxed in his arms by smelling his scent- This should've happened after at least a few months after their marriage and mating, but Stiles seems to be taking more... wolven behavioral features. "It's kinda like a tradition for all of us. It happened with me and my beloved wife Reah, it happened with Talia and her husband Romus, it happed with Laura and her wife Elysium, and a lot of other members of our family." Peter pointed out towards Stiles as his arms pulled around Derek's neck, not letting him go as the taller man entered the dining room and tried to put him down, and Stiles did not budge: "Well... It seems Stiles has started that sooner than anticipated? I believe that's the first time something like this ever happened before." "Well, that's my son- the first at doing something embarrassing or weird." Noah chuckled for a second before tapping a mug of coffee on the table, instantly making the arms surrounding Derek's neck snap away and his body slide (under Derek's care) down his abdomen and sit down the table right by the coffee mug. "And that's how you get a sleepy Stiles to get up- or off, in this case." Ignoring the rather surprised and appreciative look Derek gave him, he decided to focus more on his son as he drank the coffee: "So... Nice shirt you're wearing, never seen that one before." He was barely able to contain his smirk at the reaction his son had- seriously, he hasn't seen Stiles this red ever since the Christmas of 2004! "Derek's hairy, huh? Is that why you call him Der-Bear? Hum... must be why Mr. Sniggle has vanished from your room, right? There's no need for a small teddy bear now that you have your own big bear-" "-dad!" Stiles pushed his hands against his dad's mouth, unable to ignore his dad's smirk at get him riled up and embarrassed about his romantic life. "S-shuddup..." He could feel the eyes of the three werewolves in the room, making Stiles even more embarrassed about everything. "Okay, okay- sorry kiddo." His dad chuckled- he didn't look apologetic at all! Stiles sipped a bit of coffee when he remembered that Talia and Peter were here- why were they here? His confusion must've been visible on his face, because Talia smiled and explained: "Ah, you're wondering what we're doin' here, yeah? Well, someone-" she glared at the kitchen, where Stiles could hear the fizzling of pancakes being made and the humming of Derek's voice that sounded weirdly smug: "-decided to propose to you without warning the family first... Now, we're discussing about it now, laying the background of this whole thing with your dad, so you don't have to worry about it at all!" "Oh, don't worry about the party!" Peter pushed his face into Stiles' view, pressing his face agaisnt Talia's: "You two can plan the party to be as cheesy or as crazy as you two want- of course we will have to include a few family traditions here and there, but hey, they're very fun!" Peter pulled out a bunch of paper- where did he pull that off of? -and began to read it to him: "Well... We can do hunting in the woods, we can do dancing under the full moon, we can do woodcarving totems, we can do painting, we can do running naked in the woods-""That one is a joke." Derek settled down a plate of pancakes in front of Stiles while looking at Stiles' dad: "Seriously... We don't run naked in the woods... that often that is, our ancestors did do that, but that's a whole other story." After setting down the plate, Derek sat beside Stiles as he started to eat- he had to keep his focus on Stiles' dad, but fuck, Stiles was so fucking adorable! His cheeks were getting full as he chewed, and looked like fucking adorable- Derek did not notice, but he was laser focused on Stiles, watching him eat like a predator glaring at his unaware prey. His mother and uncle (as well as Stiles' dad) easily noticed the attention he was paying, while both wolves could identify such attention as more predatory in nature, Stiles' dad thought that Derek was just being very careful about his son's wellbeing... Well, he's a clumsy boy, after all, there's no way he couldn't choke while eating that fast! "Oh, right-" Derek snapped out of his focused gaze, smirking: "-after you eat, go take a bath and get ready for today."Stiles lifted his head- a piece of pancake stuck to his cheek (Derek had never seen someone so fucking beautiful) as he lifted his eyebrows: "uhm... okay?" Stiles was not ready for today.
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A date with Derek Hale. Stiles has had those before! But they were... when they were boyfriends, you know? They had a few dates in Sacramento where Derek took him to a few shops and got him his pink Sylveon themed underwear... Yeah, call him a nerd, a loser, or whatever, but Stiles loves Pokemon, Dungeons and Dragons, and other things that would pin him down to the "nerd" stereotype so hard you'd think it has a hole shaped like him until you realize the pining was so strong he broke through the stereotype and left a hole shaped like him into it. Unsure of what to wear now that the status between him and Derek changed from "boyfriends" to "engaged", he didn't know what to do! Well, their marriage won't be, like, public or anything...It's a family thing with few people! [*bzzz*] "* Oh I, wish I could synthesize -*" [*bzzz*]"Oh-" Recognizing the song that he had set to be Derek's tune in his phone, Stiles picked up the call easily. He realized a few moments later that it was a video call, and he regretted picking it up because he was a mess! "-uhm, Hi!" He immediately turned the camera around by flipping the perspective of the screen, so that he could see Derek but Derek couldn't see him. He had left the house to "prepare" their date, whatever that meant, and his family went alongside him too. On the screen, he could see Derek wearing a black shirt with a white skull in the front, a leather jacket, fingerless leather gloves, and studs on his shoulder- He also had sunglasses on, which made him fall into the perfect image of a bad biy stereotype that Stiles has ever seen! He was holding his phone a bit close, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he easily knew what was going on with him: "-I'm getting ready, just- uhm, picking up the things I'm gonna wear! A little, uhhhh, undecided?" " Show 'em to me ." With four simple words, Stiles went from "I'm so nervous" to "obedient little boy" so quickly that it made him confused and scaringly aroused- He just turned the point of view around again by the touch of a button, blushing when Derek's eyes glowed a bright red color as he saw that he was only wearing a towel around his waist. For some reason, Stiles almost felt the need to hide his nipples like he was a girl or something. "Well, I wouldn't complain if you went to our date dressed only in a wet, small, and easily removable towel." Stiles, still blushing, he simply showed Derek the outfits that he had selected but couldn't choose: A dark gray long shirt that was not his but Derek's, long and soft looking dark brown pants, soft gray socks and black shoes was the first outfit he had selected, focusing on the things that he wore for comfort- the next one, whoever, made Derek's eyes flare red. "Definitely the second one, even when I love seeing you wear my shirts... Just... Wear the collar and I'll do whatever you want." The second outfit he chose was more... daring. Pink underwear- because yes -with cream white shorts, a sleeveless bright baby blue shirt, a pair of pink sunglasses that Derek had given him a long time ago, and a selection of accessories that he had just gathered on the bed. One of them was this colar that Derek had joked about, it looked like one of those punk chokers, but pink! Stiles thought it looked weird, but Derek said it was cute, so after their date he went back there alone and bought it without telling him... It has been a few months since then. "Uhm, okay- I will wear this one then." For some reason, Derek really liked the collar, maybe it was some sort of kink that they haven't talked about? I mean, its just a pink choker, what kink could this thing possibly be? "I will, uhm, change now!" He was about to turn off the call, when Derek said-"Wait. I wanna watch it." -and Stiles froze. His face was completely red as he slowly adjusted the phone to stay upright, leaning against one of his books in the study table he had in his room. Still with the towel wrapped around him, Stiles leaned back and got the pink underwear he had placed on the bed, slowly pulling it, his arms pulling the towel along and revealing his soft white skin- it was almost a strip tease... a reverse strip tease? Oh my gods, he just invented reverse strip tease! Turning around and showing his back to Derek while feeling a bit daring, Stiles allowed the towel around his body to fall. He heard Derek's growling sounds that sounded really dirty for some reason, as he pulled the underwear over his ass. He then put on the shorts that were just a bit tighter than he thought, wore the sleeveless shirt, put on the socks and shoes, and then he put on the pink choker… He blinked- heh, it looked great! He didn't have the courage to wear it before, but now he… for the first time in a really long time, he feels cute. Dare he say, attractive even. “So-” Turning around and immediately feeling self-conscious about what he was wearing, Stiles’ entire face started to softly grow pink as embarrassment flooded his mind. He really did act like a bitch because Derek asked him to, huh? “-wha-what do you think?” He did not, however, expect Derek's answer to be so dismissive of his looks. “Wait outside, I'm almost there.” Stiles immediately felt ashamed. “Oh, okay!” He turned off the call before Derek could say anything else, feeling like maybe- just maybe, he fucked it all up by being a bit too pushy? I mean, even though Derek did fuck his throat a few times in his car, boundaries exist for a reason, and Derek's whole werewolf thing could create boundaries that are socially acceptable to his community but not so obvious to humans. Maybe he did something that he's not aware of? The sheer possibility of it was enough to make Stiles’ anxiety come alive with the strength of an 18 wheeler truck ready to run him over. Derek did sound like he was upset, so maybe he did do something! ‘Oh no…’ Already thinking of 16 ways in which he fucked up and 32 ways to make it up for Derek, Stiles hesitantly went downstairs after cleaning up his room. He took a deep breath as he waited by the door, since his dad went back to the precinct about half an hour ago. ‘Oh no, I really did something.’ In about 5 minutes or so, Derek arrived. Nervously, Stiles stepped out of the house and approached the car- Derek's face made Stiles’ theory that he was upset with him for reasons beyond his human understanding of werewolf culture a bit of credit, because the wolfman looked like he was constipated! They drove in silence. Derek's nostrils flaring every second as he was breathing deeply, possibly trying to calm himself down from whatever mood Stiles had put him on by breaking one of his boundaries- Derek has never been this upset with him, and that's what has made Stiles even more anxious, even more afraid, and even more upset with himself. Derek has been nothing but good to him, and here he is, possibly offending him or something like that- Shit, he's such a fucking piece of work! Really good work, Stiles, you're possibly the first person to be this stupid in the face of the man of your dreams who is now your fiancé… Oh no, fiancé! Marriage! He fucked up- “Ah… W-where are we going, De-derek?” Nervously, Stiles looked out of the window as they were driving by… And away from Beacon Hills. “ Somewhere .” Was Derek's short, sharp, and simple answer that did nothing to calm Stiles’ nerves down from the mountain of worry and anxiety he built for himself. “Oh, somewhere. Love that place. Sounds lovely and very bright-” They took a turn for a dirt road just out of Beacon Hills, going down this trail that was soon surrounded by trees and bushes: “-and very safe, nowhere near any sort of dangerous or scary place.” The trail took a sharp turn to the left, further away from Beacon Hills, and into this… weird space. There were a lot of shadows around, making him a bit more anxious than normal! I mean, this is totally normal, there is nothing to be scared of and there is nothing that he needs to worry about. No reason for Derek to be upset with him, he hasn't done anything bad to him that warrants retaliation- right? Right! Derek would never hurt him, that's a fact, but…“We're here.” Oh, they arrived at their final destination- ‘Okay brain, I need you to shut the fuck up.’ Stiles smiled like nothing was wrong, even though his entire body was flaring up with anxiety and a bit of fear from being surrounded by trees and rocks and bushes and nature and shadows and- Okay, focus on what's in front of you! “Oh, what a nice… cabin in the woods.” It was a two storey building, a nicely built log cabin with a hint of modern architecture. The support beams in the front were connected by this line of soft vine, and hanging from it were these small vases made from leaves, twine, and branches. “Very chiche, very modern…” Stiles also saw roses growing on the walls, vines hanging from the ceiling, and moss in some portions of the foundation of the building. “Very… friendly.” It was, indeed, a very friendly building. He just has to make his anxiety realize that there is nothing to be afraid of-“ Run .” -huh? Stiles didn't even have any time to think about what was happening, his body was moving before his mind caught up. ‘Oh, is that the fight or flight instinct thing?’ He had pushed the door open and entered the home. His mind was still trying to catch up with whatever was happening, so he barely looked at the beautifully arranged furniture and the fireplace, instead he noticed the staircase to the right, next to the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room, and his feet carried him there. He couldn't see any other exits besides the one he came from, which he refused to go back from? Why? ‘Oh, right. Derek's behind me… Why am I running again?’ His brain caught up to him slowly as a feeling of… adrenaline rushed through his body and he was already way above the staircase to the first floor (or second, depending on how you categorize it… Stiles has always believed that it goes like this: Ground Floor, 1st floor, 2nd floor, etc.) when he looked back at the door only to see a pair of red eyes staring at him. “...?” His body had already moved when Stiles understood. Oh, Derek is hunting him. Oh. Derek is hunting him.‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-’ He opened the first door he found, his whole body freezing before he pushed the door closed. He threw himself in the large- his mind quickly categorized the bed as a King Sized bed, which was bigger than he thought! Huh, this room is big too! He immediately got under the covers, a feeling of bad nostalgia feeling his mind- also known as Trauma™! ‘Oh, right. Mom used to do that.’ Oh, so that's why he feels weirdly afraid… It's been a long, long time since such a thing happened to him. Is Derek doing this on purpose as a revenge thing for upsetting or breaking some sort of taboo within the werewolf community? I mean, Derek wouldn't do that, right? “ Found you .” Stiles didn't even have time to think about what was happening, Derek was already in the room. The door had been opened, the covers been lifted, and he was now bare for Derek to see. Stiles closed his eyes and all he could hear was a… whine? “ Stiles ? Love, what's wrong?” Stiles felt… soft. One moment he was tense and the next, his muscles relaxed and he felt weak. All the tension he built around himself broke down- he felt like an idiot, he didn't know what he did, but he most definitely felt like shit for doing it. Oh fuck, and now Derek's freling guilty because he was too much of a weak little bitch for being triggered by him. Shit, now Derek will think it's his fault! Good job, Stiles, fucking it up even more because you're too much of a mess to deal with your shit! “...’m sorry…” Refusing to open his eyes and see Derek's sad look on his face, Stiles felt pathetic as the first tears started to leak out of his closed eyes: “s’ sorry…” Fuck, what is even happening to him? He feels weird! And not in a “panic attack” way, but in a “I'm tired but also anxious” kind of way… he feels like a toddler who doesn't know how he's feeling and can only cry in response. “I-I don't ‘now… why ‘m cry-”“Shhh…” Warm arms wrapped around him, Stiles felt the warm touch of Derek's chest, where he rested his face and head: “Oh love, I'm sorry… I- You, uh, you were so cute that- Oh fuck, okay, from the beginning.” Derek then spent a few moments explaining how he watched Stiles essentially do a reverse strip tease and wanted to absolutely destroy him. He immediately made the decision of bringing Stiles to his family's summer cottage with his mom's permission, where he planned to… ease Stiles into a more active sex life. Summer was already here, and he wanted to spend some time with Stiles before he went to college and the time they'd spend together would grow shorter, so he decided to bring him here! He spent the entire drive silent because he could smell Stiles’ anxiety and fear, and he wanted everything to be a surprise… But then he saw Stiles’ soft ass and all thoughts faded away as his wolf took over for a moment and he wanted to chase him. And he did. And now he feels bad about it because clearly it upset Stiles in a way he didn't expect! Stiles then, ashamed of himself and his reaction, explained to Derek that… in the final year of his mother's life, they couldn't afford to keep her in a hospital room, so they had to bring her home. He was 7 at the time, and his dad had to work overtime to keep them afloat with a lot of debt that they had to pay from hospital bills, medicine bills, and other things that they needed for his mom's health insurance. He, on the other hand, had to spend the remaining moments of his mother's life alone with her. He never really told anyone exactly what happened, but he did tell Derek some aspects of it. She would wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. She would chase him around the house sometimes, wanting to harm him. She would bang at the door of his room while he hid either beneath the bed or in the closet, screaming at him.She would go from a soft and sweet confused woman, wondering where she was and who he was, to a monstrous screaming banshee, telling him he was killing her. “I'm… uhm, sorry for, you know, freaking out. I mean, you're not my mother and I know it was kinda… pathetic, so, I'm sorry for- you know, my paranoia through the entire car ride here…” Derek's hands were placed on his shoulders and Derek pushed him- At first Stiles thought he had done something bad, but the look in Derek's eyes was enough to make his brain stop: “Never. Never apologize for what happened. Do you understand me, Miezisław Stilinski Hale? Never.” “...that's my name.”“I know.”“...how did you learn to pronounce it?”“I spent weeks practicing so I could say it in the altar, while kneeling and reciting the wedding vows, but this is as good a time as any.” Stiles’ mind stopped working for a moment. Oh, right, he was tired. Derek huffed, holding the bag of anxiety, trust issues, paranoia, and a bit of depression wearing a human suit that just happened to be his Soulmate. ‘You really are a piece of work… My piece of work.’ He planned on starting the whole ‘training” thing with Stiles today, but that can wait until tomorrow.The very next day, early in the morning, Stiles was embarrassed. Why? Because, well, today started the "training" that Derek wanted him to go through... Starting, of course, with anal stretching. "You're doing nice love... Look, you can take two of my fingers so easy." And, well, two of Derek's fingers might as well be four of his own! Seriously, Stiles felt his whole body alight with lust and shame as Derek kept on dragging his fingers inside him, just brushing softly against something inside him that made his entire body shiver with anticipation. "I'm adding another finger." And, well, it seems like this is just the beginning.