#i have made derek cry in every oneshot i have written for sterek week

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My first time writing smut and don't even open it if you aren't ready because we jump right the fuck on in.

This is for the sterek week prompt canon highlights. It's somewhere after S3 E1. During the past few months Stiles and Derek got closer. I changed a lot. Boyd and Erica never left, neither did Jackson or Allison. Also Stiles is eighteen, idk how but he is. And I changed some other things. The scene is the one they are planning to break into the vault, but right before it.

Or the one where Stiles eats Derek out like the last eggroll at the buffet.

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"Wait no, stop."

Derek's actions haulted as his eyes switched from an angry looking, pinched brow, face to eyes wide as saucers. "Fuck I didn't hurt you did I?! Shit!" Derek began to slowly ease out of him.

Stiles' hands flew down from the headboard, one to curl around his bicep the other to hold his waist. "No wait."

"Does that hurt more?" Derek looked stricken, which give the circumstances seemed hilarious.

A low laugh escaped Stiles. "No, you didn't hurt me."

Derek's eyebrows furrowed again, but less looking like he was in pain and more in confusion.

"Well then why woul-" His eyebrows shot up. "Unless you didn't want to anymore. Shit." He once again tried to pull out, but Stiles dug his fingertips in.

"Hey, hey." Stiles moved his hand from Derek's arm to gently cup the side of his face. He leaned up and softly kissed his lips. "I still want to."

Stiles tried to look into Derek's eyes as reassuring and loving as he could.

Derek softly smiled and leaned in for another kiss, quickly trying to get their night back on track. Stiles indulged him till Derek bit his lip and roughly grabbed his hips.

Stiles broke the kiss. "No."

Derek looked confused again and this time slightly frustrated. "If I'm not hurting you what's wrong?"

"Derek more can be wrong with sex than just pain."

"What does that even mean? Do you want me to stop or no. If so I'm completely fine with that, you know that Stiles. Just tell me what I'm doing wrong." He sounded slightly angry until the last part betrayed his self doubt.

Stiles took a deep breath. "You're being too rough."

Derek's face was shocked. Stiles didn't grab him this time when he pulled out. "Fuck Stiles! I thought you said I wasn't hurting you!" Derek's eyes searched Stiles' skin in a frenzy looking for bruises or blood.

"And you didn't."

Derek looked up at him again. "Oh. Oh! I- I um- it seemed- I mean I thought- I thought you liked it?" Derek self consciously bunched up the sheet around his waist.

"I did. God did I love it. Especially the part when you slammed the bedroom door and then me against it then had me jump up. Fuck. Meeee! That was hot. Like seriously I am going to dream about that for months."

"What? Stiles stop lying! You're confusing me."

Stiles put a comforting hand on Derek's thigh and stroked it with his thumb. "I'm not lying." He grabbed Derek's hand and put it over his heart. "You did not hurt me. I did enjoy it."

Derek squinted like somehow he missed a lie.

"I just don't think you did. I think the person being hurt by that wasn't me." Stiles looked at him with sadness. "It was you."

Derek looked at him deadpan. "Werewolf Stiles."

Stiles lightly hit his chest. "Not what I meant, asshat." Stiles looked serious again. "I just don't think you were enjoying it like I was."

"Could you not feel how hard I was for you?" Derek said it blaśe, but it made Stiles blush.

"Yup. Definitely. I could feel it, all up in my business. And pressed against my thigh earlier. Yup definitely. For sure. And I liked that too. That was great. An-"

Derek could see Stiles collect himself to get back on track. He took a deep breath.

"I think you enjoyed fucking me, not how you were fucking me."

Derek stared blankly. "I think you were thinking too much when you should've been focused on being fucked. Is there seriously a difference?"

"Yes Derek. You can fuck different ways just as much as you can fuck different people."

Derek nodded bitterly. "Right, and you don't like how I fuck."

Stiles groaned. "No, I love how you fuck, but it doesn't feel like you love it."

Derek sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry. I know we've only been dating for a little bit, and you wanted this to be great, but I have no idea what you mean. I'm sorry I'm doing something wrong."

"You're not doing something wrong, you just don't seem really in it. I am kind of new to all of this, so tell me if your experience is different. If you don't know what a partner wants to do, what do you do?" Stiles asked like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

"What do you mean?"

Stiles scoffed. "You can't tell me I'm the first one that's ever- Oh my God I'm the first one that's ever called you out on your caveman fucking!"

Derek looked embarrassed.

"Don't call it that! Look Stiles I get you might be new to this, but when people see me they assume things. I look a certain way so people expect me to act a certain way. When they see me, the leather jacket, and the car they know what they want."

Stiles looked at Derek with a fond considering look. "And what about what you want?"

Derek looked thrown. "What I want?"

Stiles huffed and moved to sit in Derek's lap. "Look, those other people might want to fuck Derek Hale, or the leather jacket, or the car, but not me. I don't want to fuck Derek Hale the macho alpha."

Derek looked at him quizzingly.

"I want to fuck Derek. Who I've only been dating for a couple weeks, but I've known long enough to know what every eyebrow twitch means. Who will sometimes look at me across pack meetings with a smile so beautiful and fond it knocks my breath out. Who breaks for bunnies and gasps till he knows it's safe then grumbles about it. Who is my alpha that takes care of our pack."

Derek's eyes flashed and his hands moved from being loosely on his hips to wrapping around his back.

"Who can make me feel as frustrated as I've ever been as easily as he can make me smile and laugh till I feel like bursting."

Derek tried not to look at Stiles as he swallowed thickly and tried to will away the shine in his eyes. Stiles grabbed his chin and pecked his lips.

"I want to fuck you Derek. The real you. I want you to fuck me how you want to fuck me, not how you think everybody wants to fuck you. You can want things from sex Derek." Stiles leaned back and saw the shine in his eyes, so he kissed under each eye. When he finished he crawled into the center of the bed and turned around to face Derek. Stiles laid down and spread his legs as he splayed his hands above himself like they were bound.

"Fuck me Derek. The real you."

Derek's eyes flashed as he let out a pitiful whine.

"H-how?" His voice cracked halfway though.

Stiles smirked. "However you want."

Another whine escaped Derek.

"No. I mean- I- no one has ever- I don't-I don't-" He looked overwhelmed and unsure.

Stiles set free from his imaginary bondage once again moved closer to kneel next to Derek with a look of understanding. "Okay. That's totally okay. How about I help you? I've read a lot of helpful stuff on being open with your partner. Would you be okay with me talking while we figure this out together?"

Derek vigorously nodded from where he was breathing in Stiles' scent in the crook of his neck.

"Alright first things first, safe word."

Derek's head shot up and looked fearful. Stiles laughed.

"Relax I'm not about to get out the whips, whenever you try something new both partners have to have a way out. Besides I've always wanted to make a safe word."

Derek nodded then smirked. "So whips later?"

Stiles returned the smile. "Whips later. Now think. Hm... how bout, 'This is private property.'"

Derek swatted Stiles' ass then grabbed it. "You're damn right this is. But it's too long."

"Wait I have it. Miguel."

Derek looked unimpressed.

"Too bad it's Miguel now. You shouldn't have been a smartass."

Derek gave him the eyebrows that meant, 'Look who's talking.'

"Do we have any no goes? Mine would be don't call yourself daddy. I have a healthy relationship with my father, thank you."

Derek was quiet for a bit. "Don't lick my abs."

Derek looked small.

Stiles gave an acknowledging and encouraging nod.

"I like it a lot when you kiss up them, but don't lick up."

Stiles nodded again before he leaned down and pecked him three times up his chest and kisses his lips for longer. "Okay."

"One other thing?"

Stiles grabbed Derek's hand and kissed the back of it. "Anything."

"You fuck me."

All the breath was knocked out of Stiles and Derek was overwhelmed by the scent of lust pouring out of Stiles.

"Yo-you want me to fuck you? Just clarifying. Making sure I didn't just hear wrong. Yes. Totally. For sure. Abso-fuckin-lutely."

"It's just I never have done it that way. And I mean I don't really know how to do not caveman sex, so why not start here. And I trust you."

"You don't have to justify yourself, and you don't have to answer, but why haven't you ever?"

Derek shrugged. "People assume I'm always a dominant top, and no one I've ever dated asked. It's okay though I know what I look like, so I'm okay with being top and giving-"

Stiles shook his head. "Just because you're the top it doesn't mean you can't get things out of sex."

Derek nodded. "I- okay. And I guess it's also because if they see me and they don't want me to screw them, they want to screw me as a power trip. Like if they could top me it makes them more, and I don't like that. My wolf really doesn't like it. So I haven't. Well mean she was dominant, Kat-"

"Uh uh nope stop right there. If I'm to get it up at all tonight we aren't talking about her whatsoever. We can, but not tonight." Stiles got serious as he ran his fingers through Derek's hair. "Tonight is about you, me, us, and sex. Happy sex. Good sex. Lots of sex."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Is that all you think about."

"What no!" Stiles said in a faux affronted tone. "I also think about you..." Stiles batted his eyelashes. "And having sex with you."

Derek shifted in the bed and made a face.

"What was the purpose of those eyebrows?"

"What do you mean they're my eyebrows."

Derek did an eyebrow wiggle. Stiles had a small amused smile.

"No, I mean the face you made. You made a face a couple times just now. When I sai- Oh my God! Derek does the word sex make you uncomfortable?!" Stiles seemed amused.

Derek groaned and leaned forward to press his face into Stiles' neck. "Maybe." Stiles laughed.

"Why?"

Derek pulled his face back to look at Stiles with a look of cute confusion. "I don't know it just sounds too biological or medical."

"So you prefer fucking?"

Derek scrunched his nose. "Screwing and fucking sound like I'm gonna leave you in an alley."

"Well then what would you prefer," Stiles snorted. "Love-making?"

Derek's cheeks burned.

Stiles' eyes went wide.

"Wait no-"

"Oh my god!"

"Stiles no. I didn't mea-" Derek was cut off by Stiles crashing his lips into Derek's.

"I love it." Stiles kissed him again, but this time starting to lovingly caress Derek's tongue with his own, unlike any fast and biting kiss they'd shared before. Stiles moved his hands down Derek's shoulders and continued languidly down his body till one of his hands lightly started stroking Derek's cock.

When they parted they were both breathless, but somehow Derek was struggling more. Derek had his eyes on Stiles' puffy flushed spit coated lips.

"Derek?"

Derek met his eyes.

"I want to make love to you."

That's all it took for Stiles to feel Derek harden again completely under his touch.

"Yes."

Stiles couldn't quite tell if it was permission or a plea. "Okay do you want to ride me so you are on to-"

"No. I want to be under you."

Stiles knew how much that meant from a wolf, especially an alpha and it affected him as if he was one too. Stiles could feel his dick already wanting to fuck Derek senseless, but he got the feeling Derek had never made love to anyone and Stiles wanted to be that person.

Derek was staring at his mouth hungrily.

"Do you want me to blow you?"

"I love your mouth, but we've done that before." It looked as if it pained him to say no, but Derek's words were coming easier and more truthful.

"So you want to do something we haven't done before?"

Derek nodded, unsure, after a bit.

"Do you have something in mind?"

Derek shook his head no.

"I- I want to- Maybe just-"

Stiles smirked. "Derek do you want to experiment in bed?"

His cheeks flushed in just the perfect shade to let Stiles know how right he was.

"Do you want to have super kinky sex?"

"No! Well I guess. I just want to try something that isn't just this goes there."

"This goes there?" Stiles teased.

"You know what I mean." He snapped. Stiles put his hands up placatingly. Then one dropped down to stroke Derek's dick again.

"Relax babe. I'm not making fun of you, just light teasing. Besides," Stiles took one of Derek's hands and placed it on his dick. "I think you can feel I am also interested in something new."

Derek teasingly swiped his thumb over the tip of Stiles' cock, something he learned days into their relationship that he loves.

He sucked in a breath. "Toys?" Stiles lifted a questioning brow as he spoke.

Derek turned red. "Do you even have any?"

"Not here. This is your loft. Where are yours?"

Derek flushed more.

"If you blush anymore tonight you might as well stay that color... I've always thought red suits you." Stiles gave a conspiratorial smirk.

His eyes flashed red at the compliment.

"How am I more embarrassed to talk about and get sex toys than my teenage boyfriend."

"Legal, say legal or it's creepy."

"Legal."

"Good boy. See now we can do this, and a good thing I think I'm starting to get blue balls" He kissed Derek as he manhandled him to the center of the bed. Stiles laid on top of him as they kissed and stroked each other.

Stiles broke the kiss. "Do you trust me?"

It was out of his mouth as soon as Stiles finished speaking. "Yes."

"Turn over."

His words sent a jolt up Derek's spine.

Stiles moved to make room for him to move.

He did.

Somehow he felt more bare like this. Not knowing where Stiles was, or what he was doing. He expected to hear the lube cap, but he didn't. He expected a slap on his ass maybe, for swatting Stiles earlier.

He could feel him settling in between his legs.

Maybe Stiles would bite his ass hard enough to draw blood to mark him. Or maybe Stiles would raw him with no warning to see what he would do. He hoped he didn't take the kinky thing too far and he didn't suddenly feel warm piss on his back. That is definitely in the no gos. Maybe he should look back and mention it.

Just as he was about to he spoke. "I want to rim you. Is that okay?"

Derek expected a lot of things, but he did not expect that. And he definitely did not expect to be asked. He was so surprised his dick almost forgot to react, almost.

"I already said I want you to fuck me, I said yes. You don't have to ask. Fuckin hell, especially not for that!"

He heard a frustrated sad noise before he felt a comforting weight drape across his back.

Stiles kissed the back of his neck and hugged him from behind, which was a kind of an awkward position.

"Yes I do have to ask. You can't just give blanket permission in the bedroom when you don't know your partner sexually yet. I'll always ask. So can I?"

Derek lilted his head up for a kiss. "Yes."

After their kiss Stiles was gone again. He didn't hear the cap, but he felt the cool plastic of the lube bottle against his leg. Then he felt the warmth of Stiles in between his legs, but chills and bumps raced up his legs as Stiles danced his long delicate fingers down his thighs. Stiles started to knead his ass and he could already tell he was stretched too thin he was not going to last long, not if Stiles kept being this gentle. He started leaving lovebites, that faded within moments, on his inner thighs.

Derek felt calm.

Derek jolted, not realizing kneading had turned to spreading, and now there was a smooth slick tongue lapping at his hole.

The sound he made was inhuman, but Stiles didn't mind.

It seemed like he had made a game of seeing how far he could stretch his hole with his tongue without dipping in or how many times he could go around. Derek couldn't tell if it was entirely comfortable or was going to be the best thing ever. Stiles slowly swept a wide stripe up and Derek made an inpatient growling noise.

Once Stiles began fucking his tongue in and out feverishly and then with his fingers Derek quickly decided it was the best ever. Derek started moaning loudly, and Stiles was a quick study of what made him the loudest. Stiles had his face smushed up against him as he ate him out like he was the last eggroll at a buffet. He could feel his face, and his hot breath, and the spit rolling down. He could feel him, but god he could smell Stiles reeking of sex and happiness.

His boyfriend was happy because he was doing something that made Derek happy. His claws were ripping the sheets and started to dig into the mattress.

"Please. Fuck. Please touch me Stiles." Derek whined.

"Stiles! Stiles! Fuck Stiles!"

He took his name as a sign he was doing well and another plea so he crooked his fingers.

"Stiles!" Derek came with a pillow muffled shout of Stiles' name.

Stiles startled back. "Holy fuck!"

Derek was breathing heavy. "Sorry."

Stiles could tell if he had more breath he'd continue. "Sorry? Are you kidding Der? I just made you come with my tongue and fingers up your ass! That is the most awesome sex thing I have ever done!"

"We have different definitions of awesome." Derek's face was still smushed to the pillow.

Stiles looked skeptical. "Are you trying to tell me you didn't like it? Because I'm pretty sure you did." Stiles sat up on to his knees so he could massage Derek's shoulders.

"No I loved it, I'm just not so sure it was great for you."

"Are you kidding? I loved having you writhing under me."

Derek shivered.

He remembered what Derek said earlier and what he just said could come off a little power trippy.

"I mean, knowing I was pleasing you was great." He seemed to have known what he meant.

He moaned as his muscles relaxed.

"I'll be right back."

That seemed to crash him out of his post orgasmic bliss. "Where are you going?"

Stiles placed a kiss to his forehead. "Right back." Derek watched his beautiful naked ass walk from one dresser to his closet.

"What are you loo-"

"Found it!" Stiles triumphantly held up a bottle of eucalyptus lotion. "Why was it in your closet?"

"It's not ready to say it's gay yet."

"Har har. Seriously Derek its weird. Who keeps lotion in their closet."

"You checked the closet."

Stiles threw the lotion at his back. Before jumping right on his ass facing his legs.

"Oof."

"I think you're getting too far away from the glow, you're starting to get mouthy."

"Look who's talking." Stiles squirted the cold lotion right onto the back of Derek's thighs.

"Cold!"

"Ha! You bastard." Stiles began rubbing it in and soothing his muscles.

He worked his way all the way down to his feet and back up.

Stiles mixed the lube and lotion and circled his finger before pushing in easily. Before he had gotten up to two fingers and his tongue. He quickly added a second as Derek let out a content hum of approval. He kissed all up Derek's back after adding a third finger.

Derek was ready and whining for him and he was aching with the need to be inside of him, but he wanted this to be perfect for Derek. Derek needed to know sex could be about him, and not just a weapon or tool.

"I can't wait to feel you. You are perfect. I could stare at you all day. I could fuck you all day, just to see what makes you moan my name the loudest. I think I could make you orgasm so hard you black out. I could make you feel so good. I will make you feel good Der. I promise."

"Fuck you were made for this. Those fingers, and that ass, and fuck don't get me started on that mouth. If it isn't doing dirty things it's saying them."

Derek was always quiet, Stiles was the loud one. He never expected him to dirty talk him back, and that's what made him loose it. Derek made a shocked noise at the loss, but was silenced by the crinkle of a packet.

"Werewolf. Don't need condom." It was like his mind couldn't speak properly.

"I know darling, but it's easier to clean up. Unless you want a buttload of my cum."

Derek stuttered out, "N-no co-condom."

At that Stiles grabbed the base of his dick, because he waited too long and he honestly didn't know if that would shoot him over the edge. "Jesus christ Derek! If I was a werewolf you would've killed me by now."

Derek could hear the cap popping off the lube and slick noises. He expected to feel the press of Stiles' dick, but he felt his still slightly slicked hand slap his leg. "Roll over."

"What? Is that a dog joke?"

"Roll over. I need to see you. I need to look into those beautiful eyes as I wreck you."

Derek obliged.

"There we go."

Fucking finally Derek feels Stiles slide into him. They both let out moans of bliss and satisfaction.

Stiles started to speak as he waited for Derek to adjust. "Oh god Derek! I'm not going to last long you feel so good. Oh god look at you. God Der you look so beautiful right now. I would take a picture, but I don't ever want anyone to see you like this. How you are for me. All laid out and wanting. God you don't know what you do to me."

Derek mumbled his own words along with Stiles'.

Derek started moving his hips so Stiles started to shallowly move in and out. He made inpatient noises. When that went unanswered he pulled Stiles' hair and started thrusting up.

"No." Stiles pinned his arms above his head. "Keep these here."

Derek frantically shook his head. "No. Can't. Need to touch you. Can't Stiles."

"Keep them there," Stiles said sternly.

Derek whined and reached for the bedside table, he dug around in the drawer before coming back with a pair of handcuffs. Stiles could tell they were coated in wolfs bane. Flashes of a cruel blond chaining Derek clouded his mind.

"No." Stiles still had the stern, but now mixed with an edge. Stiles threw the cuffs across the room and pinned his hands down once again with one weak hand. "You keep them there not because of those, because of this," Stiles kissed him full with emotion neither of them were sure they were ready to say.

"Keep them there because I asked you to, not because I made you."

After he spoke he tenderly kissed him again. When Stiles pulled away Derek didn't know when Stiles had moved one hand firmly to his hips and the other to lightly stroke his dick, but his arms weren't moving regardless. Derek had tears in his eyes from that kiss.

"God so beautiful, so perfect. I wish I could see you like this forever. Stretched beneath me like I deserve to be able to touch you. You're so good to me, for me. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. God look at you, you take care of your pack so well. You're a good alpha. My alpha is so beautiful." Derek's eyes bled crimson. "He takes care of me so well, I take care of him too. Der, you take care of me so well. Let me take care of you. Let go Derek."

Stiles' control was slipping. He started thrusting and jacking Derek off faster.

"Look at you. God. I love this. I wish I could see you like this all the time. I wish you always looked like I just got done making love to you. So beautiful."

Derek came with a deep roar and Stiles could see his half shifted face and claws with tears streaking down his face. Stiles collapsed into Derek's neck and breathed out heavily as he fucked Derek through his orgasm. He finally let go with a shout of Derek's name. Derek pulled him as deep as he would go as he came.

They laid there breathing heavily in each others arms for what seemed like hours and mere seconds at the same time.

"We should've been doing that years ago."

Derek nodded into Stiles neck.

"Woot woo! Batman finally got some." Erica ruffled his hair. Boyd rolled his eyes, but gave him that head nod of respect thing.

The pack had a weird thing about sex. Because everyone instantly knew everything it wasn't a big deal and they talked about it.

"Dude! How come you didn't text me?!"

"Bro I just got done having sex with Derek, you coming over for pack night in an hour?"

Scott wrinkled his nose. "Okay I see your point." Allison smiled at Scott's stupidity, and gave Stiles a thumbs up.

"So did you stop planning out our wedding and the names of our kids?"

"Leave Jake and Dia out of this, but yes I don't think you're the most perfectest person in the world anymore." Lydia looked shocked and a bit hurt like she never expected him to move on. He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. "Close second though my dear." She smiled and it seemed like a slight against her perfection she could handle.

"If I ever get bumped to third I will bury someone."

"Noted."

Cora glared and said, "He's my brother."

"Yup. Sure is."

"Don't mess him up." If they were talking about anyone else he would've thought she meant don't mess it up, but knowing his ex's she meant don't hurt him in a way he can't heal.

"He's already messed up." Her eyes narrowed. "I just hope I can take care of him long enough for him to realize that he's worth taking care of himself. And if he lets me, even after that."

She gave a sort of half smile. "Mom would've hated you." Stiles' heart sank. "But Laura and dad would've loved you. They would've gotten her to come around."

He knew how much that meant. When he spoke his voice was thick. "Thanks."

"Thank you." She nodded towards where Derek was hiding in his room.

"If you ever need a man with more... experience just le-"

"I will kill you... again."

"Well that would be unpleasant. Especially since I couldn't see my nephew glow whenever you walk into a room."

He looked interested in the non-existent dirt under his nails.

"Hurt one of the two living family members I have left and I will hurt you. And if my nephew is being more than his usual pig brained self let me know I'll hurt him."

"Thanks... I guess? Now go away you're creepy." Peter slunk away.

Isaac took him by complete surprise. He hugged him and buried his nose in his neck.

"Um I'm sorry are we friends... or even not hate each other now that I'm screwing Derek?"

"Sorry you just smell like him when he's happy."

"Do I have to worry about you stealing both of our sheets so you can smell my boyfriend's jizz?"

Isaac looked like he was about to retch. "No! Not like that! Not like sex happy! Just happy happy!" Stiles sniffed his shirt, he will never get used to people telling him about smells he can't smell.

He smiled at the thought that he made Derek happy. "Oh okay well cool. Thanks bud." He ruffled Isaac's curls which wasn't met with immediate dismemberment so, progress. Yay!

Derek finally came down so they could start.

Halfway through the meeting Jackson burst in like he owned the place with a, "What's up dipshits?"

They tried to resume, but he kept interrupting.

"Along the northern sid-"

"Whoa whoa. Wait!"

There were eye rolls all around. This has to be like the eighth time.

"Did Stilinski actually get fucked? Wow, what poor bastard took one for the team?" Jackson was smirking, but no one else found it funny.

"Shut the hell up Jackson." Scott snapped.

"Really. We know you have to be a douche, but why not do it on non meeting hours. We have more important issues than your fragile ego and masculinity." Stiles could always count on Erica to get dirty when he needed her.

Jackson's nose flared. He was still a bit slow with identification of people, but he was good with emotions, how ironic.

"Seriously? Wow Derek, if I'd known my alpha was that desperate I'd have taken you to The Jungle myself."

Stiles rolled his eyes, but the pack looked defensive and Derek looked murderous.

Jackson better shut up.

"I know a few cheap whores."

Derek was lunging before anyone even registered what he said, all except Stiles. He moved in between the two stopping Derek in his tracks by a hand on his chest.

"Aww are you gonna protect me from your boyfriend?"

Derek bared his fangs.

"He's not worth it. Last week his mom and dad flew out the day before his birthday and he stormed out of our party so he's probably still sore."

Jackson saw red. "Oh yeah you, little bitch, well at least I'm not so pathetic I had to beg my own alpha to fuck me."

Derek's eyes were flashing red, but Jackson was too focused on Stiles, and he was standing now.

"Jackson stop."

"Oh why Lydia? Do you feel bad for him because of his little boy crush?"

Jackson turned back to Stiles. "He probably felt indebted to you because you're weak and nothing."

Stiles holding Derek's gaze steady was all that was holding him back.

"How sad you are Stilinski, but you probably take it real good."

Derek would've leapt. He would've torn him to shreds of not for the fear that Stiles would defend himself. Tell them that it was Derek that took it. Derek their alpha took it up the ass from the weak human pack member and cried when he came. Derek was frozen he saw his pack in a flurry of motion screaming and pointing fingers at Jackson. Boyd the only one daring to hold back Erica. Slinging insults, but none of them dared harm a pack member without orders.

Orders he wasn't giving. Because he was frozen in place by how weak he was.

Everything snapped back into place all at once and the screaming grated his ears till they all stopped at the sound of laughter.

It was Stiles. Was it crying? No, he was laughing. Maniacally.

"You know what Jackson? I did take it from him, and he gave it to me good. Harder, better than you ever could for anyone. And he fucked me like you could never understand, and never get the way you are right now- with care."

Stiles got more and more worked up till he was shouting.

"So go ahead call me no better than a whore, but the only one getting a cheap fuck here is you!"

"Sure. Whatever Stilinski, whatever helps your pathetic ass sleep."

And then Jackson did something stupid. He got Stiles angry. Not upset, not disappointed, not sad.

Angry.

He looked at Derek and said, "Man someone really fucked you up for you to want Stilinski."

"That is enough!" Stiles yelled with fury and power.

"You know what Jackson? I feel pity for you. You're just a piece of shit who likes to pretend they're a worth while person sometimes. I'm done with it! For all your barbs and jokes at my expense do you know who the only person keeping you in this pack is?"

Jackson scoffed and looked around like can you believe this guy to be met with confirmation of its truth.

Jackson sobered a bit at that, but then his venom was back.

"So what I've finally pissed you off enough I'm kicked out? Hallelujah."

"You don't seem to get it Jackson. Lydia broke up with you because you don't deserve her, you're shifting between a werewolf and kanima because you can't get that poison out of your veins, Danny your best friend wants nothing to do with you because you are such a douche, the team won't talk to you, and your parents leave you-"

Stiles could see the crack in Jackson's perfect face at that.

"Because they don't see what kind of person you could be if you had someone who wouldn't give up on you."

All the air, confidence, and superiority left him in one big whoosh.

"I- I- I don't understand?"

Stiles sighed. "No, you don't. You have no one Jackson. No one that cares about you, the real you. No one that loves you for who you are completely. Look at us. This pack is filled with nobodies. People who don't have people. People who do, but there'll always be something they can't accept or know about, but not here. We are what the others need. We are a pack. We have people because we chose each other. Understand this, you have no one, but you could. You could have a pack. It's your choice whether or not you're willing to work for it. You choose, but know if you walk out that door it won't open for you again. So choose." Stiles looked impatient.

"Now!" Stiles shouted forcefully. Derek flinched, still being close to him.

"Stay."

"What? Sorry weak human hearing."

"I want to stay."

"Yeah I know you want to stay, but are you willing to?"

"Yes."

Stiles nodded. "Good. Now apologize to your alpha. You were rude, disrespectful, and insulting. Don't make me make you do it twice, because you've only got one shot."

"Derek I am sincerely sorry for my actions. I was disrespectful and I'm sorry. I will do whatever it takes to make up for my actions." When it was clear he was done Derek and Jackson both looked at Stiles to see if it was enough.

He rolled his eyes. "Sit down and shut the fuck up."

The meeting finished without a peep from Jackson, but the entire time Derek felt his guts twisting. He felt the shame of not standing up for his boyfriend. The guilt of not dealing with his own beta. And most of all he felt the fear of Stiles being angry at him for not correcting him. Derek decided what to do.

"Alright that is all for this week's pack meeting. You guys know the rules." As people started to get up he added on. "Oh and Stiles fucked me." Immediately he could tell that was not the right thing to do. Everyone froze, Stiles looked at him with wide eyes, and he felt himself turn very red. "I just thought everybody should know that."

"Oh no, I could've lived my entire life not knowing that." Cora said with a look of disgust and disappointment as she scrubbed a hand down her face.

Stiles was next. "No, Derek! Everyone should not have know that!" Stiles threw his hands out to his sides and walked closer. He whispered to Derek. "Look is this like some type of voyeurism?"

"Dude ew."

"Dereeek that's gross."

"Keep me out of your kinks."

"Count me and Boyd in."

Derek shouted, "What!? No!" He looked stricken. "I just thought I should set the record straight, and I felt bad for not doing it earlier! I just didn't want you to get mad. Are you mad?"

Stiles cupped his cheek and smiled. "I am not mad. It's kinda sweet in a messed up way."

Stiles cocked his head. "A really really messed up way."

"M'kay can we get back to how we're going to deal with this?"