OK this One-shot is based off as picture, of Stiles using Derek as a pillow on a love set. So yeah! (1,205

words) I haven't been uploading anything in a while, so I hope you like this. ^^ And here is the link to the picture.

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Stiles let out a whine as he let Scott drake him to Derek's house.

"Scooottt," He whined once more, "but I don't wanna spend the day with Derek," Stiles pouted as Scott gave him a tired look.

"Stiles you have been stuck in your room all summer –'

"Only two weeks"

"Stiles," Scott said rubbing the bridge of his noise. "You need to get out."

"And I am out."

"Only 'cause I dragged you out here." Scott said giving his friends a doubtful look. Stiles shrugged.

"eh, I would of gotten out of my room sooner or later" Scott shook his head, as they walked up to the remolded home. "If I didn't know better, I wouldn't even know that this was burned." Stiles said, changing topic. Scott shook his head, with a warm smile.

"Yeah, it only took us a two months," Scott said proudly at his Derek's and Jackson's work. Stiles nodded his head as he started to step back, trying to make his escape. Scott grabbed Stiles arm and started to pull him up the steps. Stiles let out a groan as he let his feet drag.

"Come on Scott what's the point I'll just be stuck in another house." Stiles said still not wanting to be stuck with Derek a whole weekend.

"I would just hang with you myself, but mom and me are going out of town for vacation and I don't want something getting it's claws on my best friend." Scott said with a sympathetic smile. Stiles head drop as he sighed.

"Fine, fine," Stiles said in defeat, swatting Scott off, as he walked into the huge house. Scott let out a laugh as he followed Stiles into the house.

"Derek I need you to baby sit Stiles for the summer!" Scott shouted, hearing a faint growl coming from upstairs. Scott nodded his head, "Ok I'm leaving now!" He shouted, leaving Stiles; who was now in the kitchen hunting for food to devoir.

….

Stiles had sat down dropping the pile of junk food on the table.

"I hope you're not planning on eating all that," Derek said walking into the kitchen, causing Stiles to jump in fright. Stiles had already open two different bags of food, and was in the process of trying to fit a hand full of chips into his mouth. "Even if you do have a big mouth." Stiles looked wide eyed up at Derek.

Derek let out a groan rolling his eyes, resisting from pinching the bridge of his nose. Stiles swallowed the chip quickly, catching Derek's attention.

'Where does he put it all?' Derek thought as he cocked his head to the side. Stiles fidget under Derek's gaze.

"Umm Derek?" Stiles mumbled glancing up at him, not really sure what to say; seeing as he was making himself at home. "Want some?" Stiles asked holding up some of the food; In the end earning Stiles a pop on the back of the head.

"Stop acting like an idiot," Derek said crossing his arms and walking into the living room, turning on the T.V.(Baseball Go Mets!) Stiles let out a breath, closing the chip bag, before following Derek into the living room.

"What is there to do around here?" Stiles asked leaning on the door frame, Derek pointed to the T.V.

"This and training," Derek said looking back at Stiles, "If you don't shut up during the game I'll force you to do my training." He said simply, hearing the whimper leave Stiles lips. Derek smiled at the thought of Stiles finally shutting up.

Stiles let out a sigh, his head dropped, and his shoulder slumped, as he found his way to the lazy chair. Stiles strummed his fingers across the arm, stopping short when Derek shot him a look. Stiles scrunched his face letting out a groan, rolling his eyes. Stiles propped his chin in his hand. 'Why don't you like me Derek?' Stiles thought as a pout formed on his face, at the thought of Derek never returning his feelings. Stiles rolled his eye, 'yeah like that would ever happen' His A.D.D. Kicking in as he started to fidget. His turned to look at Derek,

"Hey um Derek?" Stiles asked, as Derek raised a brow when looking at the now shaking teen. "Scott didn't give me enough time to take my Adderall." Stiles pointed out with a toothy grin. Derek let out a groan, hitting the red button on the remote, recording the game. Derek looked back to Stiles with an annoyed look on his face.

"What do you want Stiles?" He asked as he lend on the arm of the coach.

"Either take me home so I could get my Adderall or could just indulge me," Stiles said as his wide smile grew, Derek swore he saw misjif in those brown eyes. Derek's eyebrows scrunched together, no sure if he would even want to know what Stiles wanted out of him.

"How would I be indulging you Stiles?" He asked leaning back on the coach. Stiles licked his lips, before catching Derek off guard. "What the hell Stiles," HE gasped as the younger teen jumped on him, pushing Derek back on the coach. Stiles looked triumphant, before giving Derek a peck on the lips.

"That's how you could be indulging me," Stiles said with a spark in his eyes. Derek smirked up at Stiles, with a raised brow.

"I'm not appalled," Derek said before returning the kiss, feeling Stiles jumped slightly as he pulled himself closer to him. Derek started to kiss down Stiles neck, earning a moan.

"Hey Derek?" Stiles heard Derek growl against the nap of his neck, Stiles let out another moan, thrusting his hips against Derek's. "Does this mean I'm yours?" Stiles asked as his face heated up. Derek bit down on Stiles shoulder, causing the younger teen to yelp.

"Now you are," Derek said against his far skin.

"O-oh ok," Stiles mussed.

…..

Scott walked into Derek's house, knocking on the door, not bothering on waiting for Derek to tell him to come in.

"Hey Derek I'm back for Stiles," Scott said in a just above average. He walked into the living room. He stopped at what he was looking at. "ok was not expecting that," Scott said dryly.

Derek let out groan as he barley opened his eyes looking towards Scott.

"Not a word Scott," He groaned, causing the teen wolf to laugh. "Shut up, did you purposely forget Stiles Adderall?" He snapped, tiredly. Scott shook his head.

"No He said he wouldn't need it threw the week," Scott told him. Derek moved his arm over Stiles back, as the smaller teen hugged to Derek a little tighter.

"He planned this whole thing." Derek stated half amused, half annoyed. Scott shrugged.

"Stiles is a genius."