The Pack's Dad
Summary: All Stiles wanted was to lose his virginity, he got that… he just hadn't expected what would come with it…
Spoilers: all the Teen Wolf series. If you don't know the series, go watch them!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, nor any of the characters from the series, they belong to Jeff Davis. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: none
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Melissa McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Ethan/Danny Mahealani
Warnings: Mpreg, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Mpreg, Druid Stiles Stilinski, Good Peter, Sassy Peter Hale, Good Alpha Derek Hale, Werewolf Mates, Stiles Stilinski Takes Care Of The Pack, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Pack Dad Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski is Part of the Hale Pack, Drunk Sex, Stiles Stilinski Loses His Virginity, In the Pre-Prologue, Sheriff Stilinski Finds Out About Werewolves, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage Kissing, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Teen Pregnancy, Beta Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Minor Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Werecoyote Malia Tate, Derek Hale Needs a Hug
Ner words in this chapter: 876
"Talking"
'Thinking'
{Talking on the phone}
{Text message}
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Prologue
Sunday, 17 April 2011
MS's POV
Stiles had been drinking himself drunk last night after watching Jackson die and come back to life as a Werewolf in the last couple three days. The thought of seeing Lydia with him, even though it all, had driven him into the liquor house.
He had been drunk before. He had had hangovers before. Scott being a dearie and taking him to his bed in one piece. Yet… he wasn't in his bed, it was way too comfy. He wasn't in his room either, way too bright. And… why was he shirtless? Stiles looked under the blankets. Completely and utterly naked… had he followed some hot chick home? Had he actually lost his V-card finally and didn't remember it?
Stiles leaned back on his back, only to gasp as his whole body groaned in soreness all over… even inside his…
Stiles' looked wide-eyed towards his bed partner. Derek fucking Hale was sleeping besides him. Shit!
Stiles was too sore to move, muscles and body's locations he couldn't even fandom could be this reactive…
Jesus! He had lost his V-card to the Adonis sleeping besides him. Had the aftereffects soreness proof and still couldn't remember a single thing…
His life sucked! Stiles bit his bottom lip, glancing at Derek's sleeping face and wondered if the other would willing go for a… second round? It would be their second, right? Or had they done it more than once last night?
"Stiles?" He perked up at hearing Derek say his name. "Either go back to sleep or get out of bed." The Werewolf groaned.
Stiles stayed still and eventually Derek's breath havened out. Forcing himself on his feet, Stiles stood, dressed himself and left. Stiles arrived the bottom floor of the old-style lift to find Boyd and Erica before him, both obviously confused with their own reactions and still completely battered up from Gerald's torture. They took a good look at Stiles – their nostrils obviously taking in his scent –, then Boyd stole Stiles' jeep keys and drove them into Stiles' house.
"Weren't you running away?" Stiles couldn't help but wonder.
"The Moon called us back… it's hard to explain." Erica argued confused. "We'll tell your Father we went to a rave last night." She offered.
"Dad's gonna kill me…" Stiles groaned. "I need a shower… and for my body to fucking shut the hell up."
"Was it that rough?" Boyd argued as he turned into Stiles' house block.
"I just feel like my entire body's shifting inside. Even my stomach is contorting… I may have drunk or eaten something that didn't agree with me…"
"Or swallowed…" Erica offered teasingly from the backseat and Stiles went deep red at the possibility, which made her laugh and even Boyd smirked.
They parked and Stiles left his jeep to go open the front door. Dad was inside much to his dismay…
"Daddy-o…"
"Do I even want to know?" Dad retorted as he took in his state.
"Went out of town to a rave… since I won the game and Jackson's back alive… you know… asked for a juice, since I'm responsible like that when I'm the one driving… didn't notice it had alcohol until we couldn't walk straight… we slept on the jeep. I was responsible enough to know I couldn't drive back."
"We?" Dad asked in his Sheriff-tone and Stiles looked back as Erica and Boyd followed him inside. "You three?" All nodded. "Next time; call me!"
Stiles nodded at once.
"I'm sorry. But Erica doesn't have her license yet and Boyd only got it out of his system this morning."
Erica showed her cellphone, it's battery dead.
"And our phones died."
"Go take a shower, Stiles! Erica Reyes and…?"
"Vernon Boyd, Sir."
"Call your parents and warn them that you are all right… then take a shower as well. You three look like you had a hell of a night." The three nodded. "And Stiles?" Stiles hummed. "You are grounded for not warning me of a party beforehand. No laptop unless for school."
Stiles nodded and Dad left. The three stayed at the bottom of the stairs until the cruiser car left.
"I'll hit the showers. You two hit the phones. If you aren't running away then call your parents!"
The two nodded and Stiles frowned at how obediently they walked towards Stiles' mainline. Wow…
Deciding that it was just them being their strange selves, Stiles climbed the stairs and entered the bathroom. By the time he left, he felt tones better. Boyd was outside the bathroom alone.
"Erica's brewing you a soothing tea." Stiles smiled thankfully as Boyd followed him into Stiles' bedroom for Stiles to dress. It wasn't the first time the other would see him naked after all. "My mother stopped on the Reyes' house and brought us a change of clothes on her way to work. She's just happy that we were responsible enough to realize that we had messed up."
"Towels on the cabinet under the sink."
Boyd nodded and then signaled his own shoulder, before leaving. Stiles looked to find that Derek had bitten him. Not with Werewolf-teeth… more like a… love-bite. Shit! That would've be hell to hide! Bloody Alpha and his strong hot… sexy… body…
(TBC)
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