My Pillow

Chapter 10

~3rd~
Everyone decided to go back to the loft. Derek persuaded Stiles to ride with him in his camarro which was hard because Stiles had to give his keys to Scott to drive his jeep.

Scott got in with Isaac in Stiles's jeep along with Malia and Kira at the backseat, Stiles and Derek in the camarro, Lydia and Jackson in his porche while Ethan rode with Danny on his bike.

When they entered the loft they were greeted with a mouthful Peter, making everyone look at him questioningly.

"Pizza? I  ca-*muffle* to ch- *muffle* on you guys bu- *muffle* you were gone" Peter managed between chews.

"Don't you have any manners Peter?"

"Oh Lydia where's the fun in that?"

Jackson steps between them trying to stop the quarrel. Stiles ignores them and slumps himself on the couch.

Peter notices the change in behaviour in Stiles, it wasn't much but he noticed something. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"We just realised Stiles is a werefox, we had a bad reaction towards it but we're all OK now. Oh and also he's Derek's mate so we'll be calling him mom from now on" Ethan replies.

With that, Stiles then realises, all those stuttered moments with the pack. Those times when they were trying to stop themselves from blurting out the 'mom' to avoid the mate thing about him with Derek. He could fight them for not saying anything, but he doesn't care anymore, they're his kids now, it takes responsibility to overlook one's problems. So he decides not to bomb their asses.

"And you just found out now?"

"YOU KNEW?!" Lydia screams almost using her banshee scream but stops when she sees Stiles giving her a stern look, making her look down at her feet in embarrassment. Stiles walks and pulls her in for a hug, Isaac separates the two by slipping in between them. "Look you might be the youngest and the favourite but we all need our turn so back off"

"Don't fight with your brother"

"But-"

"Bap bap bap, eventhough I just found out you are my kids now, no one is my favourite, I love you all equally"

Derek can't help but smile from the side, Stiles was accepting the teens as his children, their children.

"Awwwwwwww" Everyone instantly turns their heads towards Peter who was looking at them with cuteness overload and palms on the sides of his face. "What?"

"Since when do you have a soul?"
Stiles says with a terrified look on his face.

"Ha ha very funny"

Scott pulls Isaac away from the embrace and rushes them to the couch. "Hey dad can we watch a movie?"

Derek just nods in reply with a straight face making Stiles uneasy, Derek might be an emotionless piece of meat but it doesn't stop Stiles from thinking something was wrong. Everyone makes their way to the couches to watch a movie while Peter brings the pizza.

Stiles walks to Derek's side.

"Der? Baby you OK?"

Derek grabs his arm and leads them up to his bedroom and closes the door to avoid prying ears.

"I'm worried"

"About what?"

"About this, all of this. I'm worried something bad might happen. Usually when people get too close me they get hurt, I don't want you to get hurt Stiles."

"Babe look at me"

"I love it when you call me adorable names"

"Trust me there's more coming," Stiles says making Derek chuckle. Stiles puts his hands on Derek's face making Derek lean in to the touch, "Der look, nothings gonna happen. OK?"

Derek nods in agreement, Stiles pecks him on the lips. "C'mon Derbear, let's go watch a movie with the kids"

Derek stays where his is, Stiles makes his way to the door, his hand reaching for the knob but doesn't turn it open. He tilts his head just a bit to be able to see Derek from the corner of his eye.

"And by the way der, only you can hurt me, anyway way you want"

Derek's eyes widen, he could feel his pants tighten. This bitch is really asking for it. "You're terrible you know that?"

Stiles turns and winks at him, opens the door and makes his way down the stairs. Derek shakes his head in amusement and arousal. He tries to calm himself down but receives a text from his phone.

Opening it he sees its from Stiles, tapping on it he sees the text which makes him regret.

Stiles
Make sure not to think us having sex. And please make sure not to think of my ass.

Derek couldn't calm his thoughts. His pants were tighter than ever, he could see it trying to push its way, trying to break free. It was as if he's zipper was about to tear open not able to handle pressure.

"FUCK YOU STILES!!"

I know it's not much but I promise goodies are on its way, by the way this chapter is dedicated to these two beautiful, awesome darlings; my first commenter @shaupouf and also thanks to tarus_tator24. Thank you all for your reads and support.