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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Drug_Use, Drug_Dealer_Derek_Hale, Drug_Addict_Stiles_Stilinski, Drug
      Dealing, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Underage_Sex, Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort,
      Protective_Derek, Prostitution, Guns, Non-Graphic_Violence, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-19 Updated: 2018-03-17 Chapters: 5/? Words: 9943
****** I Need My Fix ******
by Lislmf123
Summary
     Derek is a drug dealer and Stiles is one of his customers.
     I will add more tags once I figure out where to take this story.
     Enjoy!
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***** Chapter 1 *****
“Stilinski, what are you doing here? This is my private home, how did you find
me? Derek said groggily, a bit annoyed to be dragged from a dead sleep to
answer the door and a bit curious as well.
He pulled a white t-shirt over his head, his hair a mess of strains, eyes
squinting as they adjusted to the bright light of morning.
Stiles fidgeted in his spot.
“I followed you yesterday. I need my fix. I need it now.” Stiles said on edge,
barely able to hold still in one spot for so long before he would have to
fidget yet again.
Derek took note of the dark circles under his eyes, his pale skin and chapped
lips, possible from biting down on them one too many times. Stiles hands shook
from the adrenaline leaving his body.
When Stiles noticed Derek downward stares, he stuffed his shaky hand into his
jacket pockets away from view.
“Look, I told you, you need to pace yourself with this stuff. It’s no joke.”
Derek said, meeting Stiles gaze once more.
“Yeah, well it’s a little too late for the pep talk Dad.” Stiles mocked, giving
a forced snickered trying to hide his tension.
“Go home Stiles.” Derek ordered, as he started to close his front door.
Stiles jump forward and placed a hand in between the doorway, preventing Derek
from being able to shut it fully.
“Wait, please. I’m begging you. I can’t sleep. I have no appetite for food. I
feel myself wasting away.”
“All the more reason to get yourself off the stuff.”
“Please, just one more hit. And then I’ll go. You’ll never see me again.”
Derek let out a huff annoyed and examined Stiles slender frame, silently
evaluating if the teen’s body could handle one more hit.
“I have money.” Stiles reassured him, taking out a big wad of ones wrapped
together with a rubber band.
Derek rolled his eyes.
“Where did you get that, steal it from your old man?” Derek teased, grabbing
the cash from Stiles frail hand, unwrapping the rubber band and began to count
the dollar bills.
“No, I earned it, working over the summer.” Stiles retorted as he stepped
inside Derek loft shutting the door behind him, looking around the old, well
kept, spacious apartment with a huge window view of the city below.
“Nice digs.” He said with a small smile on his lips.
“This place is like three times the size of my bedroom.” Stiles added in
amazement.
“Is this a joke?” Derek snapped, turning around to face the teen.
“This isn’t nearly enough to cover a hit.”
“It’s all I have.” Stiles confessed with a shrug.
“You live in this big place alone?” He asked curious.
Derek stormed over annoyed and grabbed Stiles thin malnourished arm, tightly in
his hold as he led him to his door.
“Owe, what are you doing?”
Derek opened his door back up and pushed Stiles out. He almost lost his balance
but caught himself at the last minute.
“What the hell man, I thought we had a deal?”
Derek tossed the roll of ones back to Stiles, the money hitting him in the
chest before he caught it and glanced up at Derek questioningly.
“The deal is off, you don’t have enough money and you’re just wasted my time.”
Before Derek closed the door Stiles stuck his hand inside once more, stopping
it.
“Wait! Maybe I can give you something else as payment?”
Derek opened the door a bit more, looking Stiles kiddy features over and his
thin body.
“You don’t have anything of interest to me, now beat it.” He ordered, before
shutting the door in Stiles face.
Derek rubbed his tired eyes and yawned.
“Stupid kid.” He grumbled under his breath as he worked on making some coffee
to wake him up.
*****
Derek usually kept to the bad neighbors to sell his drugs.
They were always willing to pay top dollar for the stuff.
The rich folk were cheap as hell and you never knew if you were asking a lawyer
or a damn cop if they wanted a hit. It was too risky.
But one day, when things were slow Derek made his way over to where the better
half lived and headed to a local park.
He rested up against a tree in the shade with his black leather jacket,
probably the most valuable thing he owned and took out a cigarette, lighting it
and taking a puff, as he waited and scanned his surroundings.
That was when he saw him. Stiles Stilinski.
They used to go to school together, one time or another.
He looked the same as before with his buttermilk colored skin, his cheeks full
of light brown freckles, eyes a honey brown full of youth and wonder, his hair
one colossal mess of brown strains standing up every which way, as if he had
just rolled out of bed. And he wore that same, stupid goofy grin on his face as
he did when they were younger.
“Hey Stilinski, interested in a hit?”
And that was how it started.
It’s started off small, with just some weed to calm Stiles nerves and then he
had a big test one day and wanted something stronger, something to help him
stay up late at night to study.
That’s when a little coke came into play. Derek warned him to go slow, to not
grow attach to the stuff.
Perhaps it was Derek fault for introducing Stiles to drugs in the first place.
He figured Stiles would be too chicken shit to try cocaine but buy it to save
face only to flush it down the toilet later.
He never thought he would see Stiles again and at his door to boot, begging for
the stuff.
*****
Derek let out a sigh, taking his coffee to his living room table. Just as he
was about to sit down and relax, he glanced out the window noticing Stiles down
the street talking to some stranger in a decked out ride, with gold rims and a
neon light shining beneath the car.
The over the top cheesy car probably even had hydraulics.
“What the hell is this kid doing? He is going to get himself killed.”
Derek put on his timberland boots, grabbed his jacket and car keys along the
way and headed out the door.
*****
“For forty bucks I’ll give you a real good time.” Derek heard Stiles saying to
the guy behind the wheel as he rested his forearms against the opened window on
the passenger side.
“Make it twenty and we have ourselves a deal.” The older man with gold teeth
and dreadlocks said.
“Deal.” Stiles voiced, opening the car door.
Derek quickly slammed it shut, before Stiles could get in.
“He’s underage and working with the cops, now scram.” Derek warned, giving the
guy a stern look.
“Whatever you say man. The boy is hardly worth twenty bucks as it is.” He
replied, taking off down the road.
Derek let out a stress exhale before looking Stiles weaken appearance over, he
looked like a light breeze could knock him down at any moment.
“Dude, why did you do that? I was earning my keep.” Stiles stressed, as Derek
grabbed his arm taking him to a black Camaro parked in a parking lot nearby.
“Get in.” Derek ordered as he opened the door from him.
“Where are we going?” Stiles asked once Derek started the car.
“I’m taking you home.”
“You’re what?” Stiles reached for door trying to open it as if about to jump
out of the moving car but Derek was quick to stop him, yanking the teen’s hand
away from the door handle.
“Hey, remember this, huh?” Derek voiced, taking out a small bag of coke that
was in his pocket.
Stiles reached for it but Derek was quicker than him and placed the substance
back in his pocket.
“You have to earn it first.”
Stiles perked up at this.
“What do I have to do?”
Derek didn’t say anything, he stayed quiet the rest of the way and Stiles gave
up asking, after awhile.
“This is it.” Stiles said dully.
“Is your father home?”
“No, he’s at work, being a cop and doing all cop things.”
“Good, show me your room.” Derek said, as Stiles let him into his nice house.
The last thing Derek needed was for the sheriff to know Derek, a known drug
dealer, was in his house or his own son’s supplier.
*****
Derek followed Stiles to his room and took a seat on his bed.
He waited for the teen to shut his door before taking the small bag of coke
out.
Stiles eyes lit up with excitement and his hands began to shake again.
“Now, I don’t normally do this but since you’re so hard up on this stuff, I’ll
make a deal with you.”
“What, anything?”
“I’ll give you one doze but that’s it. You don’t get the whole bag.”
“That’s all I want anyways. What do you want in return, a blowjob? I’m great at
blowjobs. I would be down for fucking too.”
“Hardly, you’re a damn baby. I just want you to promise to eat something, sleep
and to never come over to my side of the tracks ever again, got it?”
“So, you’ll come over here then, if I need a fix?” Stiles questioned.
“Do we have a deal?” Derek asked extending his hand out for Stiles to shake.
“Deal.” Stiles said quickly, giving a quick shake.
Derek smirked.
“Good boy. Now sit down while I get this ready for you.”
Stiles sat on the edge of his bed as Derek went over to his dresser and took
out a small mirror and poured a small line of coke on it. He took out a dollar
bill rolled it up tight.
“Come here.” Derek said making a gesture with his hand.
Stiles made quick work heading over to his dresser.
“Now sniff it slowly.” Derek instructed.
Stiles took the dollar bill from Derek and brought his nose down to it as he
started to inhale, the small white line disappearing soon after.
“Oh shit!” Stiles exclaimed, as he lifted his head up and wiped his nose,
ridding it of any white power before bring it back down.
Derek watched as the teen’s eyes began to water and became bloodshot as the
drugs started to take effect.
“Thanks man, I needed that.” Stiles said with a content sigh.
Derek nodded as he placed the mirror and rolled bill back into his pocket.
“Now for our agreement...” Derek started to say.
“Consider it done man.” Stiles replied happily.
“Now, Stiles.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, now. I want to make sure you keep to your Deal.”
“Ok, ok, fine.”
Stiles and Derek headed down to the kitchen where Stiles made himself some
soup.
Derek watch as the teen painstakingly slow sipped and slurped it up.
Once he was done with the soup Derek told him to eat a roll and he did,
reluctantly.
“I’m stuffed. I couldn’t eat anymore if I tried.” He moaned rubbing his bloated
stomach.
Derek nodded satisfied.
“Now are we done?” Stiles asked.
“Not quite, there is still the matter of sleep.”
“But I’m not tired, not even a little bit.”
“We’ll see, come on, up to bed.”
Stiles sighed stressed but did as told going to his room and lying down in his
bed, staring at the ceiling.
“This is torture.” The teen complained, feeling antsy.
Derek snickered amused.
“Perhaps you’ll learn your lesson one of these days.” He joked.
“Whatever.” Stiles mumbled under his breath.
“Did you ever hear about the story of the stubborn boy who was determined to
get his way no matter what?”
“No.”
“You want to hear it?”
“Sure, I got time.”
Derek began telling his made up story glancing at over at Stiles ever so often,
seeing his eyes slowly blink and eventually closing completely as sleep came
over the teen.
*****
Derek ran a hand through Stiles wild locks and grazed the boy’s soft cheek,
earning him a low moan and a small smile from the teen’s lips.
“Goodbye Stiles. Be good.” He voiced as the teen stirred at bit in his sleep
before falling back into slumber.
Derek walked out the house and got into his car taking off down the street,
knowing very well this would be the last time he would come to Stiles side of
the tracks.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Derek sat on the edge of his bed with a big mess of cash scattered out on his
mattress as he counted his daily earnings. He divided the ones, fives, tens and
twenties into individual piles and rubber band each one once they reached a
desired amount.
“Knock, knock.”
Derek tensed up at the sound, it was mid-day, and he had just finished up with
his drug runs for the day. He wasn’t expecting anybody. Then again, he was
never expecting anybody. He always did his deals away from his place.
He never wanted anyone knowing where he lived for safety reasons, as well as
wanting to protect his loot and privacy.
He took out his sliver 44 magnum pistol from the back of his snug blue jeans,
that he brought with him every time he was out making drug runs as a safety
precaution, just in case if someone tried to steal his shit or short him of his
cash.
It also was a good thing to have in his place in case someone tried to break
into his loft and steal his stash or dough.
Derek wasn’t a fan of guns but in his line of work sometimes they were
necessary.
He took the safety off the gun as he peeked out his bedroom window into the
parking lot, trying to sneak a peek at who was at his front door.
He caught sight of a crème colored hand with long delicate looking fingers,
part of a red hoodie jacket, blue jeans and a glimpse of short brown hair
sticking out.
Derek let out a frustrated sigh, putting the safety back on his gun.
He quickly gathered the cash and pistol and placed them inside his safe,
locking it up before closing his bedroom door behind him and heading over to
the front door, swinging it open in annoyance to see none other than Stiles.
“I thought I told you to never come back here.” He snapped at the teen.
Stiles opened his mouth to speak when Derek shut the door in his face.
Derek started walking to his room when the knocking started up again.
*****
“Knock, knock, knock, knock, KNOCK, KNOCK!”
“What?” Derek barked, flinging his door open, hitting it against to wall by the
force.
“I have nowhere else to go.”
“What are you talking about Stiles?”
“My dad knows I do drugs and he kicked me out.”
“What, how would your father know that?” Derek asked.
Stiles shrugged.
“I don’t know. He must have smelt it on me.”
“Coke doesn’t have a smell Stiles.” Derek replied, rubbing his forehead in
stress.
“Well, I got some weed from a friend of a friend and I started to smoke it in
my room and lost track of time and before I knew it my dad was home. I aired
out my room the best I could and tossed out the weed but he knew that smell
being a cop and all. They are trained to know stuff like that. The hazards of
being a cop’s son.”
“Get on with the story Stiles.”
“Well, my dad smelled it and said he wouldn’t allow a pothead living under his
roof and kicked me out. So here I am.”
“Here you are?” Derek repeated now noticing Stiles had a duffle bag on his
shoulder.
“I was thinking since we hit it off so well and you seem like a cool dude you
would let me crash here for a bit.”
“Oh no, no way. Forget it!” Derek said in a rush, slamming the door in his
face.
“Ok fine, I’ll just live on the streets and become a prostitute then. I’ll
probably catch a disease or two and die. I would hate to have that on my
subconscious knowing I could have prevented such a tragedy!” Stiles shouted at
the closed door.
He waited a moment.
When there was no sign of moment or sounds coming from the other side of the
door he let out a defeated sigh, and turned to walk away, when the door flung
open and Derek grabbed his arm.
“Get in here! What is this, some kind of game to you?” Derek bickered.
“No, thanks for letting me stay here.”
“Shut up Stiles. I haven’t promised you anything yet.”
“Drop your duffle bag, take a seat and let me think.” Derek instructed as he
began to pace back and forth.
Stiles did as told, placing his bag on the floor by the couch and sitting on
the cushion.
“There’s got to be someone you know that could take you in.” Derek said as he
stopped in his spot and turned to face the troubled teen.
“Grandparents?”
“Dead.”
“Aunts or uncles?”
“Live out of state.”
“A best friend perhaps?” Derek asked, desperate.
“His Dad works for the FBI, I don’t think you want him seeing you pull up to
drop me off. Nor will he take lightly to a drugged out kid being friends with
his son.”
“Jesus Stiles, there’s got to be someone who can take you in.” Derek stressed,
starting to panic, knowing his chances were dwindling down to nothing.
“Look Derek, I know how you feel about me. That I’m just some pesky, little kid
but there is no one else. You’re my only option and I promise I will stay out
of your hair while I’m here. That is, if you let me stay.” Stiles claimed.
“Fine.”
“What?”
“You can stay, BUT, only as a temporary thing and you better not get in my way
or I’ll have your ass out on the curb so fast you won’t know what hit you.”
Derek warned.
Stiles lit up at the news.
“Oh, thank you Derek. I’ll be good, I promise.” He said excitedly, getting up
from his seat and pulling Derek into a hug.
Derek quickly pushed the teen away.
“Don’t touch me.” He said.
“Oh cool, no touching, got it.” Stiles replied, holding his hands up, showing
he met no harm before leaning down and grabbing his duffle bag off the ground.
“So, where is my room?”
“Room?” Derek chuckled bitterly.
“It’s called a couch, make yourself at home.” Derek mocked, as he walked into
the kitchen to pick up his now buzzing cell phone.
 
“That’s fine, I can make this work.” Stiles said to himself as he dropped his
heavy duffle bag on the long three seating, black leather couch and worked on
slipping his shoes off, placing them on the ground next to the couch, before
sitting back down on the big cushy sofa.
“Mind if I use your shower? I didn’t get a chance to clean up before my dad
kicked me out.” Stiles said with a bit of annoyance in his tone as he unzipped
his bag and dug through his things.
“There’s no time for that.” Derek replied, pressing some buttons on his phone,
dialing a number.
“What, don’t be silly, there is always time for cleanliness. You know
cleanliness is close to godliness.” Stiles said as he took out a clean pair of
clean clothes.
“Shut up Stiles.” Derek voiced, before his cell up to his ear.
“Yeah, it’s me. Where are we doing this, the usual spot? Okay, I’ll be there
shortly.” He replied before ending the call.
“Put your shoes back on. We are going out.”
“What? Oh man, I just got comfortable.” Stiles whined.
“Hurry up. I don’t have all day.” Derek voiced as he put his jacket on and
grabbed his keys.
“Okay, okay. Where are we going exactly?” Stiles asked as he slipped his
sneakers back on and tied them.
Derek let out an annoyed sigh as he looked down at his watch.
“I need to meet with my supplier and get more products to sell.”
“Why do I need to come for that? Why can’t I stay here, shower and just chill?”
Stiles complained as he got off the couch.
“Because I don’t trust you alone in my place. Now, let’s go. You move slower
than molasses.” Derek voiced opening the door waiting for Stiles to walk out.
“You move slower than molasses.” Stiles repeated, annoyed as he walked outside.
“Do you want to live on the street because that can be arranged?” Derek
replied, as he closed his door locking it up.
Stiles let out a sigh but kept his mouth shut as he got in the passenger side
and Derek started to drive.
*****
Once they pulled up to a vacant parking lot Derek parked the car.
“Stay in the car. I’ll be back shortly.”
“What, you’re telling me you brought me all this way to just sit here?” Stiles
argued.
“Stiles, you’ll do what I tell you. Now, stay here.” Derek ordered, before
getting out and shutting the door behind him.
Stiles huffed frustrated folding his arms into his chest. He looked out the
window watching as Derek walked off down a side alley out of view.
*****
After five minutes passed Stiles grew bored, he fiddled with the radio but
found nothing of interest to listen too.
He was getting antsy.
Ten minutes went by.
“Stay here, stay here.” He repeated to himself, as he drummed his fingers on
his legs trying to pass the time.
“Oh fuck it.” Stiles said, opening up the car down.
It was cooler out, the sound of dogs barking, rap music playing in the distance
along with the sound of cars driving by the filled the air.
Stiles looked around cautiously as he headed in the direction Derek headed to a
little earlier.
*****
Derek looked through the duffle bag full of sample bag sizes of weed and coke
along with some other products.
“This is all of it?” He asked his supplier, Boyd, a muscular, dark brown man
dressed in a black and white swear with tan jeans. A pair of white Jordan’s and
a thick gold chain around his neck, finished his look.
 
“It’s all there man, you got the money?” Boyd asked.
Derek dug in his leather jacket pocket pulling out a big stack of cash, making
Boyd’s chocolate colored eyes light up.
 
“Yo Derek, how much longer?” Stiles voiced, as he walked down the alley.
A couple of guys drew guns at the teen causing him to freeze up in in his spot,
wide eyed, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Whoa, whoa, lower your guns.” Derek orders.
“My men don’t take orders from you, only me.” Boyd said drawing a gun on him.
“What the hell is this Derek, you working with the feds now?”
Derek chuckled amused.
“Hardly. The kid with me”
“You’re a baby sitter on the side now too?” Boyd said amused.
“He works for me, his new. Now, do we have a deal or what?”
*****
Derek grabbed Stiles arm roughly as they walked back to the car.
“Owe, owe, owe. Not so tight.” He whined as Derek dropped his grip.
“Are you trying to get killed? Huh? I told you to stay in the damn car!”
“I’m sorry, I got bored.”
“You got... you almost got shot and ruin my deal!”
“It won’t happen again.”
“Your right, it won’t happen again. I want you gone.”
“What? That’s not fair. I have nowhere else to go Derek.” Stiles stressed.
“Not my problem. I’ll let you stay the night but tomorrow, I want your ass
out.” Derek stated, as they both got in the car.
“Fine, be that way. See if I care.” Stiles said stubbornly, folding his arms
into his chest and turning to stare out the window as Derek started driving.
“My own father doesn’t want me. You think I care if a drug dealer like you
doesn’t want me around either?” Stiles bickered upset.
*****
Derek turned to Stiles mid drive noticing how quite he was being.
He heard a sniffle and noticed as Stiles brought a hand to his face as if to
wipe a tear away.
Derek was having a mental fight in his head, wondering if he should say
something or not.
He chose not to and let out a stress out breath, gripping his steering wheel a
bit tighter.
*****
Derek opened the front door letting Stiles inside, who sluggishly made his way
over to the couch, slouching down in it cushion.
“Go ahead and take your shower. I’m going to put this away and then order a
pizza, how does that sound?”
Stiles shrugged.
“Fine. Whatever.” He said dully.
Derek let out a stressed sigh before going into his room. He shut the door and
removed a picture off the wall that was hiding a safety vault behind it.
He put in his pin combo and opened it up, placing his new stash of drugs inside
before closing it up and placing the picture frame back over it.
He could hear the shower running as he came back out into the hallway.
It bothered him seeing Stiles upset and he didn’t know why.
He was just some stupid, annoying kid, too stubborn and cocky for his own good
but it bothered him just the same.
What bothered him most was the strong urge he had to protect the kid.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Stiles got out of the shower dripping wet and wrapped a white towel snugly
around his waist. He headed out into the living room, over by the couch to grab
some clean clothes.
Just as he unzipped his duffle bag and began going through its contents,
looking for some clean underwear to wear Derek walked passed him, towards the
front door.
“Where are you going?” Stiles asked curious, turning towards him.
“That’s none of your business.” Derek voice as he slid his leather jacket back
on.
“Can I…” Stiles started to say when Derek interrupted him.
“No, you can’t come. Eat your pizza and go to sleep like a good little boy. My
place better be in one piece when I come back.” Derek warned as he turned the
door knob, opening it up.
“Wait, I thought maybe we would hang out a bit, get to know each other a little
better.” Stiles said hopeful, rubbing his arms as the cool ceiling fan blew
some air on his wet form, making him shiver a bit.
Derek paused for a moment, taking in what the teen was asking for. He wanted a
friend. Someone he could talk to, confide in. Someone he could bond with.
He was asking for something Derek couldn’t give him, wouldn’t give him. Derek
wasn’t the friending type.
“You thought wrong.” He replied, shutting the door behind him, leaving Stiles
alone in his big loft.
Stiles let out a sigh.
“Forget it Stiles, he doesn’t want to be friends with you. He wants you gone
tomorrow, remember?” He told himself as he dug through his bag frustrated and
took out some boxers and sweats pants before heading back into the bathroom and
slamming the door behind him in annoyance.
Stiles ate his pizza alone and watched some television. He wished he could call
his friend Scott but he left his cellphone at his house in a rush to get out.
He tried to wait up for Derek but it was already one in the morning. With
nothing holding Stiles interest he opted to go to sleep. He grabbed the blanket
and lone pillow that Derek had left for him on top of the couch and laid down
on the cushion, placing the pillow under his head and tossed the blanket over
his body.
He tried to sleep in the dark, silent room but Stiles couldn’t fall asleep.
Suddenly he heard the front door being opened. He glanced over in the direction
expecting to see Derek come walking in only to find a giggling blonde hair
whore enter the loft, wearing a skimpy outfit, Derek entered behind the tipsy
call girl, shutting the door behind him.
Stiles quickly shut his eyes pretending to be asleep as they pair walked
further in.
“This is your place? It’s massive.” The hooker voiced in amazement.
“Shhh, keep it down. I have a guest sleeping on the couch. We don’t want to
wake him up.” Derek whispered.
“Whatever, where are we doing this handsome?” She asked, just wanting to get
down to business.
“My bedroom, it’s down the hall, on the right.” Derek instructed, as he removed
his jacket, setting it on the coffee table next to the teen.
Stiles cracked his eyes opened curious, to see the long blonde haired shank
step out of her cheap, black pumps before walking down the hall, unzipping and
removing her short, red dress, as if trying to give Derek a little strip tease
along the way.
She kicked the dress to the side with her foot, leaving her in just a black
matching thong and bra set as she headed into his bedroom.
Derek followed after her, losing his shirt along the way, adding it to the pile
on the floor. He worked on unbuckling his pants as he entered his room.
*****
A minute or two passed before Stiles got up from his spot and slowly tiptoed to
the opened doorway.
Derek had his muscular tattooed back and firm ass to Stiles, unaware of his
presence. The fake, bare breasted hooker with heavy makeup looked up at the
teen in irritation as Derek slide her underwear down her legs.
The teen’s widened, knowing he got caught.
“Who’s that? I charge extra for a show.” The prostitute said.
Derek turned around to find Stiles standing by the door.
He stormed over with a stern look on his face.
Stiles gulped nervously as Derek came over fully naked and aroused with his
hard cock standing up proudly.
Stiles looks down at it in desire before looking back up at Derek’s fiery green
eyes before the door slammed shut in his face, making him gasp in surprise.
*****
It had been an hour since Derek had his fun with the prostitute. One hour since
Stiles saw the hooker leave looking high as a kite, sniffing and wiping at her
nose before walking out the front door.
The scene hurt Stiles more than he thought it would.
He missed that good burn. He missed not knowing which side was up and which
side was down. He missed not having to deal with his problems or the awful
feelings he felt on a regular basis of being lonely.
It stabbed him like a knife, deep inside. He wanted to be numb again.
Stiles couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t get comfortable, he kept tossing and
turning, frustrated that the thing he desired, the very thing that could fix
his problems was just down the hall and he couldn’t have it thanks to Derek’s
stubbornness.
He started to sweat and his hands began to shake once more as his system
struggled with the loss of drugs.
Not able to take the pain anymore Stiles walked over to Derek’s door and
knocked.
It took a few knocks before Derek opened his door tired and somewhat annoyed.
He remained quiet as he studied Stiles weak form.
“I can’t sleep. I need something to make me feel good.”
Derek gave him a disapproving look.
“Take a shower.”
“I don’t need a shower. I need drugs.” Stiles stressed, as he began to fidget
in his spot.
“Stiles trust me, take a warm shower, I’ll give you something when you get
out.” Derek promised.
Stiles let out a frustrated sigh but did as told heading to the bathroom for
shower number two.
He felt as bit more relaxed when he finished but his hands were still a bit
shaky.
Stiles walked back into the living room, showered and fully dressed, taking a
seat on the couch as Derek came out of the kitchen with a cup in hand.
“Here, drink this.” He instructed, as he handed it to the teen.
Stiles eyed the white liquid in disappointment.
“Milk, are you serious?”
“Drink it Stiles.”
The teen let out a sigh and took a sip of the warmed up liquid.
He was about to set it down on the coffee table when Derek stopped him.
“The whole cup.” He ordered.
Stiles did as told, drinking everything.
“Oh god, I feel full.” Stiles moaned, as he rubbed his bloated belly.
“You’ll be fine.” Derek mused, as he took the empty cup back, heading back to
the kitchen, setting it in the sink to wash later.
“Try to get some sleep.” He voiced as he headed in the direction of his room.
“Wait, that’s it?” Stiles argued.
“I’m not giving you coke Stiles.” Derek replied.
“It doesn’t have to be coke. I just need something to feel good for a bit,
that’s all.” Stiles pleaded.
“Fine, wait here.” Derek said, gesturing to the couch, as he made his way back
inside his room.
Stiles waited anxiously in his spot, finding it hard to stay still as Derek
came back out with a small bag of weed.
He took a seat next to the teen, bringing out a thin wrapper. Derek leaned over
the coffee table setting the paper on the surface as he opened the small
plastic bag of weed and empty the greenery onto the wrapper. Stiles watched
intrigued as Derek rolled it up tightly and lifted the substance to his mouth,
sticking his thick, wet tongue out, licking along the edge of the wrap, sealing
the weed inside.
There was something about the action that was so arousing to Stiles.
He ignored the twitch he felt down in his sweat pants and watch as Derek took
out a navy blue lighter from his pocket, lighting the end of the paper, while
the other end rested against his lips.
Derek inhaled deeply, as the end burned up an orangey red color. Soon after he
withdrew the weed from his mouth and let out a breath of cloudy smoke.
“Here.” He said handing it to Stiles
Stiles turned sideways on the couch to face Derek with his back against the arm
rest and his feet up on the cushion.
He eagerly took the weed to his mouth, trying to ignore the fact he now had his
mouth over the same spot Derek’s lips had been not so long ago.
The thought thrill Stiles for some reason and his dick twitch again in his
pants as he inhaled some weed.
He let out a content sigh through closed eyes.
“Oh shit.”
Derek smirked amused. “Better?”
“A little bit. I’m kind of horny actually.” Stiles said without thinking as he
took another hit, blowing some smoke out into the air.
Derek took the weed back and took one last puff before it was down to the stub
and needed to be snuffed into a nearby ashtray.
Stiles stared at him in silence with a relax grin on his face.
Derek looked him over silently as if debating something.
He placed a hand on one of Stiles knees and pushed his legs apart which earned
him a moan from the teen, Stiles hard cock now poking against the gray sweats.
Derek looked for any doubt or hesitation and found none as he placed his hand
over Stiles tented pants and started to rub.
“Oh shit.” Stiles moaned, squeezing his eyes shut on cue.
There already was wetness seeping through his pants much to Derek’s amazement.
“You’re leaking.” He stated, earning a tiny whimper and thrust of
encouragement.
“Please don’t stop.”
The teen was panting, squirming around in his seat in need.
Derek pulling at the waist band of Stiles sweats and dipped his hand inside
surprised to find no underwear barrier.
He grabbed ahold of the teen’s swollen cock and began a slow steady motion,
stroking it up and down.
“Uh, fuck.” Stiles moaned, tossing his head back against the couch and pushing
his hips up into Derek’s strokes.
“You close?” He asked.
“Mmm, yeah, so close. Oh, so fucking close.” Stiles stressed, through hooded
eyes.
“Yeah, you going to cum hard for me Stiles, you going to soak my hand up with
your cum?” Derek coaxed as he picked up speed on the teen’s cock.
“Oh fuck, yeah, uh Der… Derek!” Stiles called out as he came shooting his mess
all over Derek’s manly hand.
His body twitched from the after effect as Derek continued milking his cock,
letting him ride out his high to the last minute before pulling away.
“Oh fuck.” Stiles moaned happily, sleepily, as Derek pulled his cum covered
hand away and got up from the sofa heading over to the kitchen sink to wash the
cum off.
He came back a moment later with a warm cloth and pulled Stiles pants down
enough to clean him up a bit.
Once clean, Derek pulled the covers over Stiles sleeping form, tossed the used
rag with the dirty laundry in the bathroom and headed to his room to catch up
on some sleep.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the wait guys. It's not easy balancing out all these
     stories. I'm trying.
     Enjoy!
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Stiles was sleeping peacefully when suddenly something heavy was dropped on the
end of the couch making a loud plop noise and shaking the cushion under his
feet.
“What’s going on?” He said groggily as he woke up at the disturbance, rubbing
his tired eyes before looked down by his feet to find his duffel bag now
sitting there.
He glanced up to find Derek standing over him with a blank expression on his
face.
“You’re kicking me out already, before I even get to finish my sleep? That’s a
bit harsh, don’t you think?” Stiles said as he sat up, moving his legs over to
the carpet and began to stretch his arms up in the air.
Derek rolled his eyes and let out a huff.
“I’m doing laundry. if you have any dirty clothes let me know.”
“What?” Stiles replied, giving Derek a confused look.
“I’m doing a load.”
“Huh?” He answered even more confused than before.
Losing patience Derek came to the end of the sofa and unzipped Stiles bag
before picking it up and flipping it over the cushions, dumping all of Stiles
belongs on the couch next to the teen.
“Hey, what the hell man?”
“I’m doing laundry, if you have any dirty laundry. I suggest you fucking dig it
out and give it to me. Now, wake the fuck up.” Derek snapped, before flinging
the empty duffel bag at Stiles face.
The teen caught it before it made impact.
“Okay, okay, geesh, you don’t have to be such a grump.”
Derek didn’t respond. He just stood in the living room with his arms folded
into his chest with that same stern look on his face that he wore so well, as
he observed the teen’s actions.
“I don’t get it.” Stiles voiced, he began to organize his clothes into two
piles, one simi-clean and the other dirty.
“What don’t you get?”
“You do your own laundry?” Stiles said in disbelief, as he scooped up his dirty
clothes in his hands, coming to stand in front of Derek, with his arms
extended, for Derek to take them.
“Yeah, I gave the maid the day off.” Derek said sarcastically, as he pointed to
the hamper beside him for Stiles to toss the dirty garments into.
“Not all of us have a daddy to take care of us.” He added bitterly, as Stiles
placed his used clothes in the sack.
“Just because I live with my dad… well, LIVED with my dad, doesn’t mean I’m
useless.” Stiles retorted as Derek grabbed the handle of the hamper.
“You know how to do the laundry?” Derek asked.
Stiles rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle.
“Everyone knows how to do laundry.”
“Have you ever done your own?” Derek challenged, raising an eyebrow at the
teen.
“Well, no.”
“You’re gonna start.” Derek replied, pushing the heavy sack into Stiles chest,
for him to hold.
“What?” Stiles replied in a panic, looking down at the full hamper that was now
in his grasp.
“You wanna stay here?” Derek snapped.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Then you need to pay your dues. Follow me.”
Stiles waddled across the floor and made little grunts as he struggled a bit
with the heavy hamster full of clothing and towels, trailing behind Derek to
the washer and dryer.
Stiles watched silently and took mental notes as Derek explained the whole
process of separating the color from the whites and how much detergent needed
for a load and what buttons to press as he tossed some garments from the hamper
into the washer and started the machine.
As the appliance started to run, and fill up with water, Derek moved on to the
dryer, putting a couple of already washed, damped items into the dryer and
again went over the procedure.
Once he finished going over everything, he began to organize the room a bit as
Stiles observed.
“Do you always have to pay women to sleep with you?” Stiles asked out of the
blue.
“No, not always, but it’s easier.” Derek replied as he headed out the room.
“Easier how, physically or mentally?” Stiles questioned, as he left the laundry
area, trying to catch up to him.
“There is no confusion about where they stand, there is no attachment crap.”
Derek explained as he came into the kitchen area, pouring a cup of coffee for
himself.
“Oh, so you’re one of those, afraid of commitment types. Gotcha ya.” Stiles
said making a gesture with his hands as he spoke.
Derek huffed amused.
“I’m not afraid of anything, except maybe being stuck with you for god knows
how long.” Derek mumbled before taking a sip of his morning brew.
“Oh admit it Derek, you enjoy my company.” Stiles replied, taking a seat on the
living room sofa, he now called his bed.
“You must be insane.” Derek retorted, coming out to the small round table he
had in the dining area, pulling a chair out and taking a seat, facing Stiles.
“You like having me around. It’s not quiet anymore.” Stiles claimed.
“I like the quiet.”
“You know what I mean, it’s not so lonely.”
“I don’t get lonely.” Derek replied stubbornly.
“Everyone gets lonely.”
“Not me.”
“Wow, must be nice being you.” Stiles said sarcastically.
Derek rolled his eyes at that.
“Do you ever shut up?”
“Only if something is in my mouth.” He said giving Derek wink.
Derek busted out laughing before he could stop himself. He quickly stopped his
chuckle and brought his cup to his mouth to hide the smile that once covered
it.
“You have a nice laugh. You should do it more often.” Stiles said with a grin
on his face.
“I don’t have much to laugh about in my life.” Derek confessed.
Stiles frowned slightly at this.
“You could, if you lightened up and did something fun every once in a while.”
Derek didn't respond, instead he took a sip of his coffee and stared off in the
distance, as if he was deep in thought.
"So, when are we ever going to talk about last night?" Stiles asked suddenly.
"What about last night?" Derek asked, giving the teen a questioning look.
"You know, you jerking me off."
Derek’s once relaxed form tensed up and he became distance and closed off once
more.
"There is nothing to talk about, you were bitching about not being able to
sleep, so I helped you out, nuff said. Now, go get ready for school, you’re
gonna be late.” He announced, setting his cup down and heading down the hall to
his room.
*****
“Dude, where the hell have you been?” Stiles best friend, Scott asked as he
greeted him down the hall.
“What do you mean?” Stiles asked as he came up to his locker and began to plug
in his number combination into his lock and rotate the dial.
“Your Dad called me last night asking if you were staying the night at my
place. I covered for you and said you were. I thought maybe you were hooking up
with someone.” Scott explained.
“I wish I was.” The teen mused, taking some books out of his locker before
closing it back up again.
“I tried calling you last night but you never answered.” Scott said somewhat
annoyed as the pair started to walk down the hall towards their classroom.
Yeah, well I don’t have my phone on me. I left it at my dad’s and he kicked me
out the other day.”
“What, why?”
“He caught me with weed and freaked out.”
“Damn dude, I’m sorry. You know I would let you stay with me but my dad…” Scott
trailed off.
“I know man, don’t worry about it. I have a place.”
“Where?”
“Derek is letting me stay with him.”
“Derek? Derek who?” Scott asked confused as they made turn down another
hallway.
“Derek Hale, you remember him right? He used to go to our school a few years
back.”
“Whoa Derek, the drug dealer Derek?” Scott asked alarmed, stopping in his
tracks.
“Umm, yeah?”
“Are you crazy man?”
“What?”
“Derek Hale, He’s dangerous.” Scott stressed.
“He’s not dangerous.”
“He’s a drug dealer.”
“He’s not dangerous.”
“Well, the people he works for are.” Scott clarified.
“He’s not dangerous.”
“Okay, how many times are you going to say that?”
“Until you get it through your head.”
“Fine, he’s not dangerous but he’s not the safest person to be staying with,
you have to know that.”
“Yeah, of course. But what other choice do I have?” Stiles challenged.
“Maybe if you talk to your Dad he...”
“Forget it! I’m not talking to him, not until he apologizes to me.” Stiles
snapped.
“Well, how do you know he doesn’t want to apologize, if you won’t talk to him?”
Scott argued.
“Let me ask you something? When my dad asked if I was staying with you last
night did he sound frantic?”
“Well, no.”
“And did he ever ask to speak to me?”
“No.”
“Exactly, he doesn’t care Scott. He is just trying to keep up appearances so he
doesn’t look bad.” Stiles voiced as the pair started walking again.
“I’m sure he cares Stiles.”
“Maybe, but he cares about his damn job and reputation more. Maybe if he
doesn’t hear from me for a week or two he will rethink kicking me out.”
“You’re so stubborn.”
“Whatever dude. You think you can get my phone for me?” The teen asked as they
neared the classroom door.
“Fine, what do I tell your Dad if he ask about you?”
“Tell him to fuck off.”
“Really man?”
“Really. “ Stiles said walking off into the classroom, leaving Scott standing
by the door.
“Yeah, like I’m going to tell that to the sheriff.” He muttered to himself
before entering the room as well.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Sorry guys, I know it's been a long time. Hopefully this chapter
     makes up for the long wait.
     If you guys are interested, I have an Instagram account and I have
     sterek picture stories on there. I made one called The Mysterious
     Valentine which is a Mpreg story and I have a new one I started
     called Badge of Sin. My name on Instagram is lis.fro if you want to
     check it out. Enjoy! ;)
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Stiles poured some raw noodles into a pot of boiling water on the stove top as
Derek slammed the front door, cursing under his breath.
“Hey Derek, Bad day?” Stiles asked as he added some salt to the boiling
noodles.
Derek stormed into the kitchen where Stiles was and grabbed ahold of his shirt
collar, pushing him back against the counter.
“Whoa dude, I just asked if you were having a bad day, I didn’t mean for you to
take your anger out on me.” Stiles voiced.
“Where the fuck where you? I went to the school, drove around your neighborhood
for twenty fucking minutes looking for your ass.” Derek spat.
“You did?”
“Stiles, don’t try my patience.”
“I walked back. I didn’t think you were going to pick me up. I don’t see what
the big deal is. I’m here aren’t I? You mind removing your death grip. I need
to get back to my noodles before they overcook.” He replied, glancing over at
the stovetop.
“You’re making noodles?” Derek questioned, as he released his grip on the teen.
“Uh-huh, spaghetti actually. Do you want some?”
“I don’t have noodles or sauce here. Where did they come from?” Derek demanded,
arching an eyebrow at the teen.
“I took some money from your wallet.” Stiles admitted, as he stirred the tomato
sauce.
“You stole from me?!” Derek voiced angered, folding his hands into his chest.
“Not stole, borrowed. I will pay you back.”
“How? You don’t even have a job! I knew letting you stay here was a mistake.”
Derek voiced, clenching his jaw in annoyance as his breathing picked up a bit.
“Dude, calm down. I’ll just get a job. Maybe I can become a drug dealer like
you or work as your assistant and help you out.” Stiles suggested as he turned
the burners off and started plating his food.
“Forget it!” Derek snapped.
“Why not?” Stiles asked stubbornly as he carried his plate of spaghetti to the
dining table, taking a seat.
“I said no.”
“Fine, I was just trying to help.” Stiles replied, taking a fork full of
noodles into his mouth.
“Where did you learn how to cook?” Derek asked eying the extra food on the
stovetop.
“My mom. Before she died, she taught me. I used to help her in the kitchen when
she made meals. It was our bonding time growing up.” Stiles said, eyeing his
food sadly, as he tossed the noodles around on his plate, as if remembering
some shared moments with his mother.
“I only took the money because I was hungry. You don’t have anything here.”
“That’s because I don’t cook. I get the basics I need from the store. I’m not
used to having company here.” Derek confessed.
“Well, I can do the cooking here, if you would like? I’m no Wolfgang Puck but
I’m not half bad at the stovetop.” Stiles claimed as he took a sip of his
water.
“We’ll see.”
“You mind if I go out for a bit?” Stiles asked.
Derek gave him a stern look.
“I won’t be bad. I just want to hang out with a friend of mine. Plus, he has
something of mine. I need to get it back. That is allowed, isn’t it?”
“You have an hour, if you’re not back by then…”
“I know, I know, you’ll come after me. I’ll even pull my pants down and let you
slap me if it’ll make you feel better.”
Derek chuckled.
“Something tells me you would enjoy that.”
“Maybe.”
“Go, before I change my mind.”
*****
“Scott, Scott.” Stiles whispered by his friend’s window, tossing a small rock
at it.
He waited as his friend came into view and the window slid open.
“Stiles, what are you doing here?” Scott asked tiredly, with bed hair and
squinty eyes, trying to adjust to the light change.
“Dude, it’s only six, and you’re sleeping?” Stiles questioned.
“I’m tired, what can I say, school is exhausting.” Scott claimed.
“That it is, do you have my phone?”
Scott stuck his hand out and handed the device to his friend.
“Here, and you will be happy to know your father wasn’t home at the time, so
there was no awkward talk.”
“I don’t care about him.”
“So where is your other half, I’m surprised your drug dealer let you go on your
own, considering your father is the sheriff and all.”
“Derek trusts me, to a certain point. Which reminds me, I have something else
on the agenda I have to do and I only have forty minutes to get it done.”
“What other thing, what are you talking about Stiles?”
“This doesn’t concern you Scott. I’ll see you tomorrow at school, thanks for
the phone.” Stiles said before starting down the block.
“Don’t do anything stupid Stiles!” Scott called out, but his friend didn’t
listen, he was already half way down the block, on a mission.
*****
Stiles watched on the side of the road as cars came and went. No one stopped or
payed much attention to him.
“Shit, well this was a bust.” He said to himself as he glanced down at his
phone, for the time. He only had twenty minutes left.
Just as he was about to give up a decent looking family car stopped in front of
him.
A middle aged, white guy rolled his window down.
“Hey, need a ride?”
“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing.” Stiles said with a wink.
The man looked stunned.
Stiles was about to decline his offer, seeing the guy’s response when the guy’s
tight mouth broke out into a grin.
“Get in.”
Stiles glanced around hesitant.
“Actually how about you pull over to the side and meet me in that back alley
over there. I’m kind of on a time crunch if you don’t mind. I guaranteed a
really good time.”
*****
“I’m not going to get jumped am I, you’re not working with the feds are you?”
the man asked uncertain as he walked side by side with the teen.
“No man, I promise. See, no wires.” Stiles said lifting his shirt up to show he
wasn’t wearing any equipment, before putting it back down and leading the way
to the alley.
Stiles leaned against the wall of a building as the other man came closer,
smelling his hair and neck as Stiles glanced down at his phone once more,
checking the time.
“You smell so good, so young.” The guy said, as he began leaving sloppy, wet
kisses along Stiles neck, making his skin crawl.
He felt a bit nauseous knowing he was about to be sexual with a man who was
close in age of his own father but he needed the money. He promised he would
pay Derek back.
“Can we speed this up? I only have fifteen minutes. We can’t do much but I can
suck you off for fifty bucks.” Stiles stated.
“What’s the deal, your pimp has you on a tight schedule or something?”
“Something like that.”
“That’s okay baby, I don’t need much time.” The man said, unzipping his pants
and pulling out his semi hard on and started to stroke his cock as he breathed
his hot breath on Stiles neck.
“You wanna touch me, you want to touch daddy?” The guy said making Stiles
shiver in disgust.
“It’s ok, come on, here, let me help you.” He said taking Stiles hand in his,
Stiles winced for a moment before letting the man place his hand it on top of
the guy’s aroused cock.
“Yeah, that’s it boy, mmm, just like that.” The guy moaned against Stiles neck,
as he starting jerking the man off in the dark alley.
“Let me see your virgin ass.” The guy said, trying to get Stiles pants down
with one hand, while he placed his other’s on Stiles, holding it on place on
his cock.
“We didn’t agree to that.” Stiles argued, trying to pull back, only to realize
he was stuck between the building and the guy's grip.
“Oh, come on, you know you want to.” The guy said, breathing on Stiles neck as
he managed to slid his free hand pass Stiles pants and inside his underwear,
sticking a finger in Stiles tight hole, making him cringe and whine in
soreness.
“Owe, no, stop.” He said trying to push the guy away with his free hand.
Before Stiles knew what was happening, the guy’s hand was removed from his
pants and the man was slammed against a nearby fence by Derek.
“Hey man, I’m going to pay. Are you his pimp?” The guy asked scared.
“Give me your wallet.” Derek demanded.
“What?”
“Did I stutter?” He snapped.
“How much does he owe you?” Derek asked, turning to face a stun Stiles.
“Fifty.”
Derek opened up the wallet and took out a hundred dollar bill.
“Hey, that my money.” The man protested, trying to reach for it.
Derek gave the man a stern look and pushed against the guy’s chest, keeping him
in place, against the chain linked fence.
“Let’s see, Richard.” He said reading the man’s name off his driver’s license.
Derek searched further and found a small family picture in the man’s wallet.
“Oh look at that, you’re married. Good, for a moment I didn’t think you had a
family to fuck over but you do.”
The man cringed slightly as Derek went on.
“Oh and look, a son around his age. You think your wife would like to hear her
husband is cheating on her or for your son to hear that you want to fuck a kid
around his age? Get out of here you sick fuck before I call the cops on your
ass.” He said, tossing the wallet at the man’s chest, letting it bounce off and
hit the ground.
The man picked it up and quickly pulled his pants up.
“Don’t come back here. Remember, I know where you live Rich.” Derek warned, as
the man ran over to his driver’s side of his car before bolting down the road.
Derek turned to face Stiles with a look of disappointment and a bit of
annoyance. He extended the money out to him.
“Here. this is what you after, right?”
“I don’t want it.”
“Take it.” Derek demanded.
Stiles took the crumpled bill in his grasp as Derek walked over to his car
opening the passenger door.
“Get in.”
Stiles did so without resistance.
It’s was a quiet ride back to the loft.
*****
Stiles made his way inside, undressing along the way to the bathroom, removing
his shoes and socks, tossing his shirt to the side before reaching the bathroom
door. He pulled his pants and underwear’s down together, leaving them on the
tile ground. Stiles entered the shower naked and hugged himself as he began to
sob, not even bothering to turn the water on or close the shower curtain.
Derek entered the bathroom and gently touched Stiles shoulder, letting him know
he wasn’t alone.
Stiles turned and wrapped his arms around Derek.
The action took Derek off guard, his tense up a bit, but after a moment relaxed
under Stiles touch and wrapped his arms around the teen, letting him cry on his
shoulder, and get everything out.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Hey.” Derek said in protest, as he pulled back from the embrace.
He lifted Stiles chin up, so his watery brown eyes met Derek’s green ones.
“Nothing is wrong with you. Don’t ever think that. You're fine the way you are.
You just make stupid decisions sometimes.”
“Ok Derek, I’m ready for my spanking now.” He said with a sad smile.
Derek huffed annoyed, removing his hand from the teen’s chin.
“Is everything a fucking joke to you Stiles?”
Stiles turned his back to Derek and leaned against the shower wall, pushing his
ass back and turning his head to view Derek.
“I’m just making light of a fucked up situation. Are you going to smack my
cheeks or what?” Stiles asked as he wiggled his ass playfully.
“No Stiles. I want no part of your kiddish games.” Derek replied stubbornly,
folding his arms into his chest.
Stiles moved towards Derek annoyed.
“No? Then get the fuck out of the bathroom, so I can shower in peace.” He
snapped before shutting the shower curtain in Derek’s face and turning the
water on.
“With pleasure.” Derek said, before leaving the bathroom and shutting the door
a little harder than necessary.
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