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Link: AO3 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Extremely Underage, Dubious Consent, Dubious Morality, Shota Stiles Stilinski, Shotiles, Shota, Babysitter Derek Hale, Unsafe Sex, Stiles is nine, Derek Is Sixteen, Age Difference, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Voyeurism Summary: Sure, they have toys. Stiles isn’t supposed to play with them without Derek’s supervision though.

Word Count: 1198

Derek likes to think that he doesn't indulge Stiles's whims often. That he's careful and doesn't let Stiles do everything he wants, whenever he wants.

The truth is that he's all too easily swayed by the boy's big brown eyes and pleas, by the scent of him and the temptation. He's not about to say it out loud, but he'd do anything for Stiles if he needed to. That's how he gets himself into moments like this.

He can hear the rustling upstairs, the movements that are meant to be stealthy and quiet -- they would be to a human, but Derek's hearing picks up more than Stiles knows -- and he can't help but listen in. When John left for the night shift, Stiles was already sleeping, though not in his own room but in Derek's bed. He'd fallen asleep surprisingly early, while watching a movie that Derek set up on the portable DVD played he'd gotten from Talia a while ago. It survived the fire only because it had been in Derek's car at the time. Once Stiles was safely snoozing, Derek went downstairs to talk to John and then, once John left, to work on his homework. That was an hour ago and now Stiles is apparently wide awake again.

Derek’s focus is shot the moment he hears the familiar sound of a moan from his room. He imagines Stiles on the bed, touching himself the way Derek taught him to, his small hands roaming over pale skin. On a reflex, Derek's cock immediately hardens in his sweatpants but he ignores it for now and tunes in closer into the sounds he can hear from upstairs.

Then he hears a buzz. It's quiet, so he knows it's not the remote control egg but instead the narrow vibrator. Stiles is not supposed to play with the toys without Derek there. That's reason enough for Derek to pretend that he's checking on him, to walk in and catch him in the act, remind Stiles of the rules they have. But Derek is curious about what Stiles is going to do, so he stays put and listens as the buzzing continues and the moans intensify. They're still too quiet to be heard by a human so Derek knows that Stiles is trying to muffle them, but they're enough to make Derek's cock throb.

There's a click in a moment of silence -- the cap of the lube opening -- and then a squelch. Derek's imagination doesn't need the help, he can easily picture Stiles's thin fingers slicked up and sliding over his cocklet and down to his balls, then slipping behind them and over his tiny and tight pucker. Derek was the one to show him how to touch himself just right, guided Stiles's fingers until the boy managed on his own. He closes his eyes now and brings up the memory of one of the times when he watched Stiles like that, skinny legs spread over Derek's bed, hand between them and back arching as he fingered his hole.

The buzzing in the background continues for a while and Derek imagines Stiles running the toy over his skin, letting the vibrations add to the fun he's obviously having. But then it stops.

It's only silent for a moment and when it reaches Derek's ears again, it's a whole new shock to Derek's system. The sound is muffled, quieter, making it very clear that the toy is no longer against Stiles's skin but inside him. It's also accompanied by a loud and bitten off whimper and a gasp. It's not something that they did before, using the vibe in Stiles's tiny hole, because Derek thought it would be too much for now. They played with the plugs and with the vibrator while it was turned off, but Derek realizes that Stiles must have been curious about the sensations like this.

When one more louder moan sounds through the house, Derek can't stay in place anymore. His cock is rock hard in his pants as he makes his way up the stairs, shuddering as the sounds get louder with every step towards the room. There's a wet patch on the dark fabric of his sweatpants by the time he reaches the door and quietly opens it, then his cock throbs almost painfully at the sight that greets him.

Stiles is on his back, legs spread wide and one arm across his mouth as he moans into his wrist, his other hand wrapped around his hard cocklet. The vibrator is about halfway inside his hole and propped against the bed just enough that Stiles is essentially fucking himself on it with every move of his body.

For a moment, Derek is torn between wanting to watch and the urge to step up and touch Stiles. He can't hold back the whine that rises in his chest though and it's loud enough to get Stiles's attention.

"Der!"

Stiles's eyes are wide as he realizes that Derek's in the room, almost panicky, but still glazed over as his fingers tighten around his cocklet and the vibrator continues buzzing.

"You're being very naughty, baby," Derek says, feeling his voice's roughness as he speaks. "Did you forget you weren't supposed to play without me here?"

Stiles's eyes widen more and he manages to shake his head.

"So you didn't forget but you chose to go against the rules?"

Stiles's arm falls to the side and he bites his lip as he looks at Derek with what's probably supposed to be a bashful look with a side of apology and innocence. It's the kind of look that normally destroys Derek's composure and resolve.

"So? Does it feel good?" Derek asks, lifting an eyebrow.

Stiles nods and shudders when that makes his whole body move and jostle the vibrator that's still buzzing in his hole. Derek slides a hand into the waistband of his pants and tugs them down, pulling his cock out, palming it as he lets his eyes roam over Stiles's body for a while. The boy never stops moving, each roll of his hips punching a gasp out of his mouth. He's staring at Derek's cock and his tiny pink tongue darts out and slides over his lips, the sight sending a jolt out arousal through Derek's body.

"You still shouldn't have done this, baby," Derek says quietly when he moves toward the bed and then on top of it, right between Stiles's spread knees.

One hand pumping his cock without pausing, Derek reaches down to the toy in Stiles's hole and he runs a finger over the stretched rim. Stiles arches off the bed and clenches around the vibrator, his fist tight around his cocklet as it spurts a few drops of come over his fingers. Derek trips over the edge right after, his own come shooting all over Stiles's body as he shudders through his orgasm.

Stiles hums as he starts coming down, still trembling when Derek slides the vibrator out and turns it off. Then he brings his come-covered fingers to his pink lips and sucks the combined slick off, his brown eyes dancing with amusement.

Derek sighs, knowing that he's lost this round.

#My fic #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #shota stiles stilinski #shotiles #babysitter derek #extremely underage #dubious morality #dubious consent #voyeurism #masturbation #sex toys #series: temptation

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No longer marked explicit y'all so my links and tags should actually be functioning again :)

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On a rather cheerful note: YOOOO, I’M BACK! :D

Finally my blog is no longer flagged as explicit, so we’re back in business!

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Link: AO3 | DW Rating: Explicit Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore Additional Tags: Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Knotting, Comeplay Summary: Part of it is because Stiles has felt invisible for a long time and revels in the feeling of being seen. Part of it is because Derek wants to show off and make his claim. In the end, the pack enjoys watching them, they enjoy being watched, and movie nights have never been this interesting.

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The pack doesn't even blink anymore at the sight in front of them.

In fact, Derek never had an issue with the lack of privacy, having grown up in a house full of werewolves who could hear and smell everything that was going on. From the time that he discovered how his cock worked, he'd jerk off without a second thought to who could hear or smell what he was doing. In New York, he had a little more privacy and when he first came back to Beacon Hills, there was very little time to think about it too. And then when he was dating -- or fucking, really -- someone, it was a human and they had reservations that were unfamiliar to him.

Then came Stiles.

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It took time for them to finally get their shit together, figure out what it meant that Stiles was Derek's anchor, for Derek to get his Alpha powers back and take over the pack while Scott was away for college. They did the long distance thing at first and the experience with sex through Skype while Stiles's roommates tended to burst in without warning was the first taste of it all.

Derek had his suspicions when Stiles seemed to always time their calls for when his roommates were likely to come back from classes or training. Those suspicions were confirmed when Stiles did the same thing during one of Derek's visits.

The roommate who burst in just as Stiles was riding Derek's cock like his life depended on it scrambled away with muttered excuses and a lot of blushing, but not before Stiles came all over Derek's stomach the moment he heard the guy's "oh fuck, shit, I'm just gonna...". Derek, not that fussed over being seen naked or in the middle of fucking, stayed hard and promptly flipped them over, tugged Stiles's legs up and hooked them over his own shoulders, then he thrust down and pushed Stiles into the bed.

"You liked that," he said between thrusts. "You wanted him to see you ride me. See you with a cock in your ass. You wanted to be watched."

Stiles muttered something incoherent and whined as Derek continued to pound into him and talked to him about who else could watch and whether Stiles would like to be on display to anyone willing to see.

After that it was an easy transition from continually getting "caught" by Stiles's roommates to said being used to it and not even bothering to leave the room. When Stiles found a local sex club that held open nights precisely for anyone interested in watching or being watched, Derek made his visits a lot more regular.

But then Stiles returned to the west coast, Derek made a home for himself and the pack in a new house in the Preserve, and Beacon Hills, while it had a gay club, didn't have a venue with the same style as the one in DC. Trips to San Francisco -- where they certainly could find the right places -- weren't on the cards as much as they'd like.

So they improvised. They snuck in quick fucks in alleyways and sometimes upstairs in the loft that was still used for pack meetings while everyone else was downstairs and couldn't miss the sounds. Stiles would pop into the Sheriff's Station when Derek was on shift and they'd have quickies in the bathroom or in the holding cell late at night. But it wasn't what either of them enjoyed as much as being watched for real.

Unsurprisingly, it was Peter who was the first to be open to watching them. Almost by accident -- at least that's what Peter was to believe, not that Derek thinks he really did -- he walked into the loft a little too early for a pack meeting right as Stiles was bent over the back of the couch with Derek thrusting into him from behind. They both glanced to the door and at Peter, then Stiles dropped his head and moaned at the next thrust of Derek's hips. Peter didn't leave, not even when both of them came and Derek licked Stiles's come off his own hand.

He didn't need to be asked twice to watch them again. They only drew the line at him being involved in any other way.

Once Peter was on board, he brought along Chris. Derek didn't look too hard at that relationship, for his own sanity. They were the first two who'd walk upstairs when everyone was in the loft for a pack meeting or a movie night and they all knew well why Stiles and Derek were noticeably absent from the living room. It was around then that they started sneaking into the kitchen instead, closer to everyone else but still out of sight unless someone wanted to see.

Lydia was the first to get curious.

"Look, it's frustrating to just hear things and not know if you two are fighting or fucking," she said matter-of-factly when she walked into the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast bar.

Stiles was leaning on it from the other side, pants pooled around his ankles, Derek's body pressed right against him and his ass full of his Alpha's cock.

"The wolves have no issues knowing the difference," Peter said from across the room, where he was supposedly preparing snacks but really spent more time staring at Stiles's ass.

"Not all of us present are wolves," Lydia snapped back. "If there's porn sounds, I want to be watching it, not just hearing them muffled from around the corner. It was bad enough when Jackson used to watch it sneakily under the covers when I was staying over. Like I didn't know it was porn he was looking at."

"Hey!" Jackson yelled out from the living room.

"Come here and watch now," Lydia called out to him.

"Stilinski's pale ass does nothing for me," Jackson shouted back.

"Then keep your comments to yourself," Lydia replied, eyes never swaying from Stiles's body and the jerks of his hips as Derek fucked him.

It very quickly became a thing. Stiles would disappear into the kitchen, Derek would follow, and one by one, some of the pack members would find excuses to join them in the kitchen -- whether it was getting a drink or grabbing snacks, none of them made it back to the living room until Stiles and Derek were finished fucking. Once that was the norm, it was easy to start while still in the living room.

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These days it's simple.

Even with the members of the pack who don't actively want to watch being in the room, Derek usually has Stiles in front of him on the couch, while everyone else is scattered around the chairs and cushions. He has his legs spread wide, Stiles's ass pressed firmly against his crotch, both of them in loose pants that allow for easy access.

It's easy to reach around -- it started with him just holding Stiles, arms tight around his waist -- and then slip a hand into Stiles's pants and past his underwear. Even when Stiles's cock starts soft, it doesn't take much to stroke him into hardness, especially not when both of them see the werewolves in the room take deep breaths as the scent of arousal wafts from both Derek and Stiles.

Derek knows that most of the time Stiles is already prepped, his hole lubed up and stretched from either Derek's fingers or a plug he likes to wear for a few hours before a pack meeting or a movie night. With the pack's attention mostly on whatever else is going on -- be it a movie on the TV or discussions of whatever crisis they're dealing with -- Derek doesn't rush. He strokes Stiles's cock slowly, slides his thumb over the tip that's slicked with come, reaches his other hand down to Stiles's balls and nudges his legs open. When Stiles starts letting out small moans of pleasure and his head falls back against Derek's shoulder, Derek slows down again and takes his hand off until Stiles calms down a little.

"Derek," Stiles whines, wiggling his hips and pressing his still clothed ass against Derek's cock.

"Hmmm?"

"Stop teasing," Stiles grumbles and reaches down to the waistband of his pants.

Today, he doesn't have the plug, but when he leans forward and lifts his ass of the couch, Derek can see the slickness of the lube and the twitch of his puckered hole -- he had his mouth on it and his tongue inside until they heard the first pack members showing up. Derek smirks and when Stiles's pants are off and his cock proudly stands up just below he bottom edge of his tee, Derek shuffles so his own legs are together and Stiles's spread around his thighs. He doesn't unzip his own pants yet. Instead, he tugs Stiles into his lap and puts his hands back between his legs. His fingers wrap around Stiles's cock, then he grins when Stiles angles his body so his ass is on display as much as his cock is.

"Go on then, show them how ready you are," Derek whispers into Stiles's ear, loud enough that he knows even the humans can hear.

Stiles spreads his legs more, puts his hands on the inside of his thighs to keep them open as Derek keeps stroking him while he slips his other hand lower and his fingers rub over Stiles's hole. They both know that a few people's eyes are on them rather than the movie that's playing, that Peter at least is already licking his lips and probably imagining either joining in or what's to come.

Derek's fingers work fast, pushing past the rim and two of them thrusting into Stiles's hole in no time. He can feel Stiles's heavy breathing, can hear the thumping of his heart as he's fingered like this. But it's a bad angle, so Derek doesn't keep at it for too long. He nudges Stiles forward until he's bracing himself on the coffee table in front of him, feet planted on the ground and his back arched as he presents his hole to Derek.

"C'mon," Stiles says, looking over his shoulder.

Derek smirks and now that he can't reach around for Stiles's cock, he reaches between his legs from behind instead, cupping his balls as he traces the line of his crack with his other hand. There's a bottle of lube always tucked between the cushions and Derek pumps some onto his fingers, then he pushes two fingers into Stiles's hole. Stiles looks like he's not affected by it, his elbows on the coffee table, chin propped on his hands as he looks at the TV screen. But Derek can hear the pants and the hitches in his breathing when the pads of his fingers slide over Stiles's prostate. He can smell the precome dripping from Stiles's cock and onto the pants pooled at his feet. When he adds a third finger, Stiles whimpers and clenches around them, his hole tight for a beat before it opens up again.

"Ready?"

"Duh," Stiles replies and he moves, pushes himself off the coffee table and onto Derek's fingers.

Finally, Derek lets go of Stiles's balls and cock, reaches for his zipper and tugs it down, then opens his pants just enough to let his cock spring free. He has to immediately grab Stiles's hips to stop him from just dropping back down and right onto Derek's cock, because that has happened before and while it was interesting, it wasn't all that pleasant. Instead, he slowly lowers Stiles down, his cock slotting between Stiles's ass cheeks and rubbing over his slicked up hole.

"Derek," Stiles huffs out unhappily.

"Are you in a rush somewhere?"

"Yeah, onto your cock," Stiles tells him, unapologetic and wiggling his hips. "Gimme."

"Bossy."

"You like me that way," Stiles says with a grin as he twists his head to look at Derek.

"Shut up, you two," Jackson says from across the room. "Will you just fuck him? It's the only way he's quiet."

"Not true," Lydia points out.

"Well, it's the only way he doesn't yap through the movie," Jackson amends, pouting. "I don't care if he moans, but I want him to stop rambling."

"I just want to see--" Peter starts, but he's immediately interrupted by a pillow flying in his direction and hitting him right in the face.

"We all know what you want, Peter," Scott says as Peter starts laughing. "You've said it enough times."

"And you're still not joining in... aaah, yes," Stiles says, ending his sentence with a happy moan when Derek lifts him up and then sets him down again, this time sliding his cock right into Stiles's waiting hole.

"Fucking finally," Jackson mutters.

"I think you mean finally fucking," Stiles replies.

Derek, to stop them from becoming a target for the next well-aimed pillow, thrusts his hips up and chuckles when Stiles moans at the friction against his prostate. After that, none of them speak anymore. Derek doesn't thrust or move much, instead letting Stiles's incessant movements do the work -- he keeps shifting in Derek's lap just enough to keep the friction going, clenches his ass around Derek's cock like he's trying to massage it. For a long while, that's all they do. Stiles sits on Derek's lap, legs spread wide and his hands braced on Derek's knees. He clenches around Derek's cock in his ass and sways his hips just the right way to send small sparks through both their bodies. Derek keeps his own hands on Stiles's hips and squeezes gently, occasionally angling his hips up a little bit to push his cock deeper.

He even manages to keep up with the movie they're watching, though he has to admit that he's not paying attention too closely. Neither is Stiles judging by the lack of running commentary on everything on screen, though Derek can tell when Stiles slips out of reality and into the world that's unfolding on screen. That's when he tilts his hips up a little and brings Stiles back to the present, to the fact that there is a cock in his ass that he should be paying attention to. And Stiles does, always returning Derek's thrust with a clench around said cock and with a small wiggle of his hips that makes Derek smile.

There aren't eyes on them the whole time -- Lydia looks away when something in the movie catches her eye instead, Peter gets bored with the slow progress and the leisurely way that Stiles rolls his hips against Derek's lap -- but it's enough to make Stiles feel seen. Which is the point of this, really. To make Stiles feel visible and wanted in a way that he hasn't been for a long time. He said it once, some time ago when they had a proper discussion about why this is such a turn on for him. Derek, on the other hand, gets turned on by Stiles's arousal and the fact that he gets to fuck Stiles and show off that he can get him off.

He's a little possessive, admittedly, but since Stiles has no issue with it, Derek has long stopped pushing those instincts down.

Like now, when he moves until his chest is right against Stiles's back and his chin hooked over Stiles's shoulder.

"Hey baby, you okay?"

Stiles nods and spreads his legs a little more, bracing his feet on the floor.

It's part of their cue for intensifying things a little. Derek grins and his hands twitch against Stiles's hips as he feels the friction against his cock when Stiles pushes himself up and then drops back down onto Derek's cock.

"You want to come? Want to show them how good this is?"

"Mhm," Stiles hums, slowly picking up the speed of his bounces on Derek's cock. "You gonna fill me up?"

"As much as you want," Derek tells him.

He leans back again and adds his own thrusts to Stiles's movements, timing them so he meets Stiles's drops with his hips' jerks upwards. Sometimes he reaches around and strokes Stiles's cock in the same tempo, but today he wants to get Stiles off untouched. It's partly because he likes it, but partly because Peter keeps throwing challenging glances Derek's way, like he's trying to say that he can do better, that he would've gotten Stiles off already. Which completely misses the point -- none of this is about getting Stiles over the edge as fast as possible, it's about enjoying the act and building up towards the climax.

Their little verbal exchange doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the pack, not by the wolves who hear every word of it, nor by the humans who at least hear that there is a quiet conversation happening. Jackson glances over every few moments but doesn't focus on them, unlike Lydia whose gaze is glued on where she's watching Derek's cock disappear into Stiles's ass. Peter, of course, continues to look at them with a put on expression of boredom but Derek can smell it for the lie that it is.

"They would like to be me," Stiles whispers as he twists his head to get a better sight of Derek's face. "Feels so good being filled this way."

Derek thrusts his hips up a little harder.

"I think some might want to be me, getting to fuck your hole, getting to show off that I can," Derek replies, grinning.

"You gonna give me your knot, babe?"

That one is not typical. Most of the time, they leave it for moments when it's just them, but more and more Stiles asks to be knotted like this, in front of people, then usually ends up coming more than once during the time that Derek's cock is locked inside his ass.

"Want me to?" Derek asks, though he already knows the answer.

"Mhm. Show them I'm yours, babe. Fill me up, knot me," Stiles says, then his back arches as Derek thrusts up and his hands move Stiles's hips down, their bodies connecting with an audible noise.

Stiles goes back to bouncing on Derek's cock but it's slower, less urgent. As Derek feels the base of his cock swelling, he guides Stiles's hips more, not wanting either of them to get hurt. It takes little time before his cock pops past Stiles's rim and swells too much to slide back out again. That's when Stiles takes over, titling and rolling his hips, clenching around the thick knot just inside his hole. He moans when Derek moves a little, angles his hips just the right way to press his cock against Stiles's prostate.

"Oh fuck," Stiles blurts out just before his whole body tenses and arches and his cock spurts come onto the floor.

His orgasm makes him tighten all his muscles, including the one that's tight as a vice around Derek's cock. The extra pressure is enough to make Derek's cock start pulsing and throbbing, shooting come deep inside Stiles's hole as they both moan with pleasure. Lydia grins -- Derek catches her eye and returns the grin -- and he catches the muttered echoes saying "finally" from Jackson and Scott's direction.

With the knot firmly lodged past Stiles's rim, they're stuck in place for the rest of the movie. Stiles keeps shivering with aftershocks but manages to keep his focus on the screen more than he did before, while Derek feels his cock continue to throb and spurt more come deep inside Stiles every time one of them moves even just a fraction.

It's what Derek likes most, this time after the urgency of wanting to come is gone, the time when he still feels the occasional glance in their direction. The time when he's bound to his mate in the best way possible, while their pack sits around them and at least the wolves can smell the content that's radiating off of both Derek and Stiles. When his knot starts getting smaller, Derek feels the come seep out and he squirms, but it's not because it's unpleasant. Quite the opposite, it intensifies the scent and he almost always reaches forward, around Stiles's side, and dips his fingers into the mess between Stiles's legs, then brings his hand up.

Stiles sucks on the come greedily, taking Derek's fingers into his mouth and scraping his teeth along their length. Derek moans and grinds his hips up again, making Stiles gasp as more come gets pushes out around Derek's cock.

"You're a mess," Derek tells him, quietly and right into Stiles's ear, though he knows that the pack can hear. "Bet you want to show off just how full you are."

Without hesitation, Stiles lifts himself up and off Derek's cock, then turns and drops to his knees. When he bends forward, his face lands in Derek's crotch and his lips almost immediately wrap around the come-covered and slowly softening cock. Derek moves his hips back -- Stiles follows easily, his mouth not leaving Derek's cock -- then he reaches down the expanse of Stiles's back and between the pale cheeks of his ass.

"Spread your legs," he tells Stiles who does so a moment later. "Let them see."

The first time they did this, Derek was pretty sure that he saw interest in Isaac's face. Not because he had any intention to join in or to go anywhere close to Stiles's come-filled hole. It was more of an interest in Stiles's position and being in it.

"Bet you're so pretty like this," Derek continues talking in a low tone, his fingers pushing Stiles's ass cheeks apart, opening his hole so the others can see.

They do watch then, some more interested than others, a few bulges in pants around the room. When Derek dips a finger into Stiles's hole, there are echoes of moans that match the one that sends vibrations through his cock. He moans with his own pleasure and grins, already planning for the follow up that will involve his mouth on Stiles's ass and possibly a round two while they're all sitting around the dinner table later.

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Link: AO3 (whole series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Extremely Underage, Dubious Consent, Dubious Morality, Shota Stiles Stilinski, Shotiles, Shota, Babysitter Derek Hale, Anal Fingering, Unsafe Sex, Blow Jobs, Stiles is nine, Derek Is Sixteen, Age Difference, Rimming, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Shower Sex Summary: Living at the Stilinski house comes with stark reminders that secrets aren't easy to keep. Derek wonders if they can keep this up, or if they'll slip up, forget that they need to keep everything to his bedroom.That is, until John announces that he's going to be away for a week and Derek and Stiles will have the whole house to themselves. Word Count: 9848

Sometimes Derek wonders what the worst part is.

If it's that he keeps feeling guilty, keeps trying to talk himself out of all of this, out of the feelings he has for Stiles and the way he can't get enough of him. Or if it's that they can't tell anyone, that he can't explain why he's so much more settled and why Stiles is his anchor, at least not without downplaying his fondness for the boy.

Or if it's that they have to keep most things to the privacy of Derek's and sometimes Stiles's bedroom.

There are times when Stiles is doing his homework on the kitchen table and he's sprawled half on its surface, his butt right on the edge and legs hanging off it, his feet dangling at a distance from the floor. Derek, without fail, has to fight the urge to either dive face first into the cleft that he can see even through whatever layer of pants Stiles is wearing -- it's worst when it's only underwear -- or to step up behind him and slide his cock between the cheeks, holding Stiles down on the table.

The problem is that Stiles does these things regardless of whether Derek can do anything about it, they're just who he is and he doesn't do them on purpose -- at least Derek hopes they are not deliberate. While living in the house has given him more opportunities to get his hands and his mouth on Stiles more often than when he was just here to babysit, they're also not alone all the time. For as much as John works a lot -- he's a small town Sheriff who likes to be hands-on in the station -- he does have time off and spends time at home that's not just for sleeping between office hours and shifts he picks up.

So when Stiles does stuff like stumbling down to the kitchen in the morning, wearing only his underwear and looking sleep-mussed and dazed, Derek can't sit him in his lap and put his hands between his skinny and smooth thighs, no matter how much he wants to.

Until John announces that he has a conference to go to for the whole week that coincides with Derek and Stiles's spring break.

"I used to bring him with me," John explains to Derek. "It's an annual conference and when it didn't fall on spring break, it was that or leave him with Melissa."

Derek nods, trying to guess -- trying not to let himself hope -- where John is going with that explanation.

"But now that you're staying here, would you be okay watching him for the week? I'd leave you boys money for groceries obviously," John says while Derek's heart stutters, "and if you have things you need to do, like practice, you can ask Melissa if she can watch him."

"We don't practice during the break," Derek says, his mind spinning as John's words sink in. "I'll be home most of the time anyway, so I don't mind watching Stiles at all. Does he have anywhere to be during the week?"

"Not that I know of," John says, frowning as he obviously tries to remember upcoming dates and schedule. "Scott won't be home, so no sleepovers there. He'll probably have some school work to get done through the week, but other than that it's just keeping him occupied."

I can do that, Derek thinks but on the outside, he just nods.

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Holy fuck that stilinskicest fic. It made me think of a prompt. Can stiles' oral fixation lead him to have a cum kink? Like he's obsessed with cum, he really feels the need to swallow lots of cum, and since john feels guilty about that incident, stiles starts to experiment elswhere, offering free blowjob to everyone, derek, or john's deputy parrish, anyone you can think of as long as they cum in his mouth, and that makes john super jealous and he fucks stiles mouth & cum into his throat.

So hey nonners. sorry this took foreeeeever! But here's hoping this makes up for it (part 3 coming soon too, fyi :D)

The thing is, once Stiles gets used to being a cock warmer, he can't seem to stop. And it's not only holding John's soft cock in his mouth and gently suckling on in, it eventually becomes more about having his mouth filled to the brim, either with John's hard dick or with come.

John was already feeling guilty for letting his son use his cock for comfort, but when Stiles keeps sucking it over and over until John comes in his mouth, it's too much. When Stiles turns thirteen and his growing cock gets hard every time he sucks John off, the guilt takes over and John puts a stop to even the cock warming and their movie nights.

"We can't, kid," he tells Stiles, pushing him away not only physically but also emotionally.

He almost falls back into the trap of whiskey afterward, when Stiles gets restless and fidgety more and more, back to how he used to be when he was younger. Before Claudia died. Before that first time when he sucked John's cock during a movie night.

The distance between them grows over the next year, as Stiles tries to convince John to go back to the way they were and John flat out refusing to even entertain the idea.

Then Stiles turns fourteen, hits the "close the door and sulk in the room" stage of his puberty and John honestly breathes a sigh of relief. He still thinks about his son's mouth, still imagines it when he jerks off alone in his bedroom, still dreams about it sometimes and wakes up with his pajamas soaked in come like he is the one going through his puberty. But he never mentions it to Stiles, doesn't budge from his decision to never go there again.

Stiles is not yet fifteen when the Hale kids come back to Beacon Hills and all hell breaks loose. Suddenly there are werewolves and hunters and magic and who knows what else that completely takes over their lives, leaving no room for sentimental trips down memory lane or residual feelings of guilt.

And Stiles seems to settle down. John almost doesn't notice, but when the biggest bads -- Peter Hale, for one, who was supposed to be in a coma but somehow managed to heal from burns inflicted on him in the fire that completely destroyed the Hale mansion and drove the surviving kids, Derek and Laura, out of town -- are dealt with and everything settles, he realizes that his son is no longer acting like he wants to climb out of his own skin daily.

At first, John thinks that it's because he's growing up and out of the restlessness that was so present during his childhood, with the exception of two very specific years between eleven and thirteen, when he had the comfort of John's cock. But then all three Hales leave town for a month and within days, Stiles is a bundle of energy and almost bouncing off the walls. The way he was right after John put a stop to the cock warming sessions and Stiles sucking him off.

It's Peter who comes back to Beacon Hills for good first, having had nothing in New York -- where the Hales went to for the month -- to pack up and bring back, since he hadn't been there before. He's "better", or so he says, but John has his doubts since he was partly responsible for the mayhem that got John introduced to the world of werewolves. So he asks his Deputies to keep a close eye on the apartment in town where Peter settles down. The only unusual thing that seems to happen around there though, is Stiles being a frequent visitor, whether there's something supernatural happening -- because it always seems to, even if it's less of a mayhem than right after the Hales showed up -- or not.

"Son, Parrish was telling me he saw you at Peter Hale's place the other day," John opens the subject during dinner one day, cautiously, making sure he sounds curious instead of accusatory.

"Um, yeah," Stiles tells him between two bites of his dinner. "He's been showing me the Bestiary he has from before the fire and some old diaries from his family. Deaton wants me to find out if I can use the spark I have a little more, so I've been researching."

It's a reasonable enough answer and while John's brain still stutters a little on the fact that his son apparently has some sort of ability to make things magic, or whatever it is that he does, he can't exactly question Stiles based on nothing. A few more weeks pass and then Derek and Laura come back, each getting their own place in town. John figures that Stiles will redirect his questions to Laura, since she's the Alpha of their small pack, but Stiles keeps visiting Peter and adds Derek to the mix. It's not all that surprising, since Derek's only a few years older and they seem to have a connection, if the awkward non-flirting John has witnessed is anything to go by.

Through all that, Stiles stays calm and like he's found a way to comfort himself instead of the way he used to with John. There wouldn't be much to question, but John is an investigator and a police officer. And he knows his son.

One of the nights when Stiles declares that he's going to stay over at Derek's loft for a pack night, since he's somehow a part of their little pack, John is at work and decides to take on patrol duty. He drives past Derek's house, then past Peter's apartment, but doesn't find their cars there, so he decides to head out to the Preserve. He knows that's usually one of his Deputies' route and he's not surprised when he finds the other patrol car at the end of a dirt road leading to what's left of the old Hale house. John pulls up behind it and sets off on foot into the forest, one hand holding the flashlight, the other on his holstered gun, just in case.

Not that he was told about anything strange in the woods these days -- Laura's been pretty reliable in keeping him informed -- but he figures caution is never a bad thing.

When he approaches the tree line that surrounds the house, he starts hearing quiet talking and then a low moan. He immediately recognizes Jordan Parrish's voice and freezes until he realizes that it's not a painful moan. John turns off his flashlight and steps closer, careful not to make any sounds.

He does okay until he has a clear sight of the house. Or what's left of it.

There, in the space between the trees, at the remnants of the burned down house, are four figures he recognizes. Three of them are standing -- Peter Hale, Derek Hale, and Deputy Parrish whose patrol car John saw earlier. But then there's another figure, the most familiar of them all.

Stiles is on his knees on the ground, looking up at the men standing in a circle around him, and he's smiling like John hasn't seen him smile in a long time. His mouth is open and his tongue is sliding over his lips. His come-covered lips. it's when that fact registers that John notices that the three men around his son have their flies open, their cocks hard and pointed toward Stiles, all three of them stroking the cocks slowly. It's Peter's that has come still spurting at Stiles's face, into the boy's open and waiting mouth.

John is frozen in place, obscured by the tree he hasn't passed yet. He watches as Stiles shuffles on his knees, turning towards Derek, who speeds up the strokes of his cock and then stops, leaning forward until Stiles's mouth is right next to it and then on it, swallowing it down, his pink lips stretched around the head. Like John has seen him do many times -- too many times, he used to think -- before, Stiles sucks expertly, hungrily, like he can't get enough. Derek smiles down at the boy and starts stroking his dick again, only the parts not in Stiles's mouth.

Then Peter starts talking, loud enough for John to hear in the silence of the forest.

"You like that, kid, don't you?" He asks Stiles, who nods jerkily, not moving his mouth off Derek's cock, not stopping the sucking motions. "It's not even just having something in your mouth, is it? You want all the come we can give you. All of it."

There's another small nod and then Derek's fist stops moving and Stiles sucks harder until there's come dribbling from the corners of his mouth even as he keeps coaxing more out of Derek's cock. When he pulls away, he opens his mouth and even John can see the come in his son's mouth for a moment, until Stiles swallows down as much as he can, his lips painted with the bits he can't.

"Wanna try Jordan next?" Peter asks. "Make sure he doesn't go talking about how he caught you sucking Derek off when he was on patrol that one night? That he doesn't tell anyone how you like to get in the car with him or me and let us drive you to a dirt road just so we can fill your mouth with the come you crave so much?"

Peter isn't finished talking when Stiles turns to Parrish, who -- as far as John can guess -- is not far away from shooting his load down the boy's throat.

"That's why you came to me, isn't it?" Peter keeps talking. "Because you couldn't get what you wanted. Because you got addicted to sucking cock and having your mouth painted with come."

Stiles nods again, eagerly, just before he sinks his mouth over Jordan's cock.

"I wonder, is it the uniform? Does that make it better?" Peter asks, his smirk visible in the light of the lantern between him and Derek that’s illuminating the space. "Does it make you think of the cock that started it all?"

John almost gasps at those words and wonders if Peter knows. If Stiles told anyone about those times when he used to nurse on John's cock.

"I think it does," Derek says. "I think that's what he really wants."

Parrish doesn't seem concerned with what they're talking about, too busy thrusting his hips towards Stiles's face, his cock into the come-painted mouth. John's own cock is hard and leaking in his slacks as he watches his son like this, on his knees, sucking the three men's cocks like he can't get enough. Drinking come that's not John's.

"I think his Daddy might regret his decision, if he knew how eager you are for come," Peter says, still grinning. "I think he might not like your mouth being filled by someone else."

It's like he can read John's mind. Like he knows that John's there, in the shadows, hand on his tented pants, teeth clenched as jealousy rises in his chest, seeing Stiles's face fucked.

"I think he should join us," Derek says pointedly.

John's eyes widen, but he thinks Derek doesn't know, doesn't mean right now. Until his head clears for a beat just as Parrish shoots come onto Stiles's face and John remembers that the two Hales are werewolves, that they do know he's there.

Slowly, hesitantly, he steps out of the shadows and starts walking towards them. His cock is throbbing in his pants, but he keeps them up until he stops right in front of Stiles.

"Daddy," Stiles whispers, breaking the silence. "Daddy, please."

John knows what his son wants. There's still come from the three men watching now, smeared on his face, droplets on his chin where they landed. And still, Stiles is on his knees in front of John, asking for more.

"What do you want, kid?" John asks.

"Can i suck you, Daddy? Please?" Stiles asks, his big brown eyes wide open and pleading as much as his words are. "I missed it. Wanted it."

"Didn't get your fill from these three?" John asks, glancing around at Peter, Derek, and Parrish.

"It's not the same. They're not you."

John knows what he's going to do. He knows that he's going to unzip his pants and offer his cock to his son, have the three men around them watch Stiles take it into his mouth and suck on it like he used to since he was eleven, until John's guilt took over and he put a stop to it. But tonight, watching Stiles so hungry for come, so eager to swallow load after load, seeing him on his knees for men who are not him, has reminded John of what they had. It made him forget the guilt and want.

"Okay," he tells Stiles. "Since you're asking so nicely."

Stiles's entire face lights up as he watches John's hands reach down to his waist and then lower, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper of his slacks. John's cock stretches out the fabric of his underwear and he pulls it out, hard and leaking already. It's been throbbing from the first moment he saw what was happening here and now he can't wait to put it where it belongs -- into his son's waiting mouth.

Stiles immediately leans forward towards John's crotch. His tongue peeks out and licks over the wet slit. John shivers and his cock twitches. He wraps his hand around it tighter, leaving enough for Stiles to put his mouth on and he closes the distance between them, his cock sliding between Stiles's waiting lips. Immediately, his son closes his mouth over John's head and sucks hungrily.

"You feel so good, kiddo," John tells him. "Missed your mouth on me."

In response, Stiles hums and sucks harder for a beat, then rolls his tongue around the head of John's cock, his lips curling into a smile. His eyes are already glazing over, like just having his mouth on his father's cock is calming him almost to sleep.

"Oh baby," John whispers and cups a hand around Stiles's cheek, feeling as his son's jaw moves while he licks and sucks on John's cock slowly, not rushing him to finish but not too softly. "I'm sorry I stopped this. Should have never made you look elsewhere," he adds, glancing at the three other men who are watching them. "But maybe it was for the best. You enjoyed them too, didn't you?"

Stiles hums but it's not complete agreement, it's a maybe.

"I saw that you did, kid," John tells him. "Maybe some days I'll let you get your fill elsewhere. Maybe I'll let them fill your mouth like they did tonight. But at the end of the day, you're coming home to me. To this."

He punctuates the last words with a pointed look at all three men, waiting until they nod in understanding. John has enjoyed watching them, he can't ever say he didn't, but he wants them to understand that he's not going to let it happen again, not without his knowledge and permission.

"That's it, kid, get what you need," he tells Stiles then, stroking the boy's cheek. "You're so good."

Stiles smiles as much as he can, his mouth full of John's cock, his eyes closed now as he keeps sucking on it. John's close, he feels his cock throb as Stiles's tongue rolls around it and his balls are starting to draw up.

"Open up, baby," he says and watches as Stiles reluctantly pulls away and his lips part.

John smiles and strokes his cock a few more times, the head of his cock right at Stiles's bottom lip. Then his balls tighten and he starts coming, spurting all over Stiles's waiting tongue and into his mouth. Stiles doesn't swallow at first, but he tips his head back so nothing drips out. Then, as John's cock stops throbbing and spurting come, Stiles's lips close and he swallows everything he has in his mouth.

"There's a good boy," John says with a smile. "Now, let's go home and clean you up. And no more going looking for others. Not without me."

Stiles lets John lift him off the ground and he leans against his father's side, sleep and tiredness taking over. John nods at Derek, Peter, and Parrish -- a promise of a repeat of tonight, but on his own terms. The men all nod back but don't follow them as John leads Stiles away, into the woods and towards the cruiser. They only stop when they've reached the car and Stiles turns to him with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he says. "I just missed it. Wanted it. But they weren't you."

"Is that why you needed all three of them?" John asks him, teasingly.

"I guess so."

"Well, son, I'm not impressed that you went looking elsewhere, but that's not going to happen again, is it?"

Stiles shakes his head.

"I do only mean the part where you went looking for cocks to suck," John tells him, clarifying. "I rather enjoyed watching you tonight. So, if you're up for it, we can make that happen again."

He doesn't need to look at Stiles to know that he's nodding. After all, he saw how much his son enjoyed being like that, having come fill his mouth by both the Hales and by Parrish. And John already has plans for the next time.

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