Sterek Shorts

He's A Werewolf!? (6)

"I trust you, Derek."

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"Jesus Christ! Why did I say that!?" Stiles groaned, rubbing his face as he sat on his bed. "I trust you, Derek- what the fuck was I thinking?"

Stiles paced back and fourth in his room until there was a knock at his door. He opened it.

"Hey, kid. I'm gonna be running late tonight. I might have to pull an all-nighter. Are you gonna be okay by yourself?"

"Yeah, for sure. Don't worry about me."

No need to worry about me, I'll just be selling my virginity to a guy who might eat me in my sleep, no big deal.

-

"Come in," Stiles said, opening the door for Derek.

"You sure your dad is going to be gone long enough?" Derek asked. "I don't want to be shot."

"I'm sure. He's normally late, even when he says he won't be."

Stiles shut the door and walked with Derek to his room, closing that door behind them. He awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Derek took off his shoes.

"So," Stiles said, looking around his room.

"So?"

"We're doing this, eh?"

Derek nodded. "If you still want to." He walked over and sat next to Stiles. "We don't have to."

"No," Stiles said, a little too fast: it made him blush. "I want to."

Derek latched his arm around Stiles's side. "We'll take it slow."

Stiles nodded.

"We'll stop whenever you want." Derek led him to a normal position on the bed, laying him down. "Just trust me, I'll make you feel good."

"Okay," Stiles sighed. His face grew hot as Derek peeled his shirt away and pulled his belt out of their loops.

"Just breathe," Derek said, undoing the button on Stiles's pants. "I can hear your heart pounding."

Stiles took a deep breath, closing his eyes as Derek snaked his hand up to his chest.

"That's it," Derek whispered, pulling down his pants. Stiles shot his eyes open, looking down at Derek dropping his pants on the ground.

He turned his head away as his own pants were taken off and discarded just the same. A small laugh escaped Derek while his hands explored the body of the vulnerable boy below him.

"Is this okay?" Derek asked, taking off Stiles's shirt.

"Yeah, it's okay."

Derek bobbed his head. He leaned over to his pants, grabbing a condom and a small bottle.

Stiles braced himself mentally as the final pieces of clothing were stripped from their bodies.

The feeling of Derek's fingers was nothing he expected. They were thinner than he thought they'd feel. As his breathing hitched, his body longed for more, something... bigger.

"Derek," Stiles huffed, gripping the covers tightly in his hands.

"Just a little longer, Stiles. I don't want it to hurt you too much."

Stiles's body ached. It wasn't enough. He let out a small whine through a sigh. His body moved on its own, trying to compensate.

-

"Are you okay?" Derek asked, running his hand up and down Stiles's arm.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded against his chest.

Placing a kiss on his head, Derek held Stiles close. Wanting him to feel safe after giving up something important like did, Derek didn't want anything to get lost in translation.

It was nearing the time when Noah would arrive, but Derek didn't want to leave Stiles alone.

"Stiles," Derek said, sitting the both of them up. "Let's get in the shower, okay?"

-

"Do you have to go?" Stiles yawned, hanging onto Derek's hand.

"I do. But, I'll see you tomorrow. I can come pick you up so we can leave together."

Stiles bobbed his head in agreement.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," Derek kissed his hand before letting it go. "Goodnight, Stiles."

"Night."