I do not own Teen Wolf! I just like to borrow the characters to do bad things with ;) hehe.
Description: Stiles learns a bit of magic and one night out of boredom decides to see what he can do with it. Be warned, Slight non-con, but not in an aggressive way.
A/N: Probably not a very long story; just have a weird idea in my head that won't leave me alone! Hope you enjoy it. But I guess at the very least I'll have a bit of fun (Mwahaha!).
When Stiles had learned of his "Spark" he was more then eager to discover and explore the new facet of himself. Ever since Scott had been bit by a werewolf and they had become close with Derek and his pack, Stiles felt very left out, being the only human with basically no skill whatsoever. He was obviously the brains of most of the operations, and he was great with research, but he wanted to be 'badass', and neither of those things fell into that category.
So when Deaton offered to teach him some things, including magic, he jumped at the chance. He had been studying with the older man for nearly a month when he came across something in one of the old books he had. "Deaton?" Stiles asked looking up at him, eyebrows knitted together in curiosity. The man nodded and Stiles continued. "I found something, and I'm wondering if I understand it correctly." He moved over to the man, dragging the heavy book along with him. "Does this really say that I can learn how to Freeze time?"
Deaton studied the page briefly before agreeing that he had read it correctly and Stiles light up. "Oh my God! I have always wanted to do that! Let's learn that next!" The boy bounced around the office with excitement and an overabundance of energy.
After a few minutes of serious convincing to Deaton that he would not use it for "Evil", the man sighed and obliged him.
It took Stiles about another month to perfect his new technique to a comfortable level. He was even proud of himself for not telling any member of the pack; wanting to keep this a secret for just a bit longer.
Up until now he had only used his new found power to take naps at school or play pranks on Scott, 'Boy was he oblivious!' But that was all about to change.
He sat at his computer desk bored out of his mind. It was 10:30 on a Friday night and for some reason he was at home alone instead of out with his friends. 'Oh yeah, your best friend is thinking more with his dick lately then his brain!' He liked Allison, but sometimes he just missed his best friend.
He sighed, standing up from him chair and pulling on his red hoodie. He felt antsy and he knew a good drive around would clear his head. He hopped into his Jeep, starting the engine. He didn't know where he was headed when he pulled out of the driveway, but he frankly didn't care.
He was a bit surprised when he found himself parked on the street in front of Derek's loft. He had been there a few times for pack meetings, but he didn't normally make a point of showing up unannounced. Before he could pull away, he found his body moving of its own accord. He was halfway across the empty street before he could even blink. Out of precaution, he decided to use him new power. 'Just to be safe.' He mused to himself, justifying his actions.
With time standing still, he made his way up the stairs into the loft. Every one knew where the spare key was in case of 'emergencies'. Not that this really qualified, but no need to get technical.
He locked the door behind him and made his way through the loft. He was deathly quiet out of instinct. He found Derek's room and pushed open the door slightly, making his way inside.
He was stunned at what he found. Derek was standing frozen in place, shirtless with his fingers grasping his jeans. It was clear that Derek had been in the process of removing his pants when time had stopped him.
Stiles was all too aware of how affected he was at the sight. Time may be frozen for everyone else, but his own body was more the active enough for everyone. He gulped as he felt himself harden almost painfully in his own jeans.
He knew about his feelings for Derek pretty early on in there 'relationship', or whatever you wanted to call it. He still had feelings for Lydia, but the way Derek made him feel was in a category of its own.
He looked up at the man before him again, allowing himself to trail his eyes across his toned muscular chest. He felt his hands ache to touch. He knows he shouldn't do it, it was wrong. Very wrong. But for the second time that night, his body acted on its own and he found himself in front of the frozen werewolf, his hands sliding down the smooth skin.
He moaned at the feeling of the hard muscles under the soft flesh as hi fingers danced over every inch of exposed skin. He even flicked Derek's nipples a few times between his fingers, before he threw all of his morals out the window and leaned forward to taste him.
'There is NO way he'd ever let me do this in real life…so I basically HAVE to.' He justified his actions once again. He continued despite the hesitation in the pit of his stomach. He hesitantly started kissing, licking and nipping gently at the hot flesh at his disposal.
He soon found himself kneed before Derek. He had thought of this many times, though generally in his fantasies Derek was completely on board and even pushing his head down to fuck his mouth.
He felt his body tighten slightly and twitch at the memories, then once again for the man in front of him. He paused briefly before removing the material from Derek's frozen hands and tugging the fabric all the way down. He shivered in desire as he noticed that Derek had forgone wearing boxer today. The cock before him was even better then anything he had dreamed about. He practically salivated at the thought of tasting him.
He stroked Derek gently a few times experimentally before gripping the man tighter in his warm hand. To his surprise the cock grew harder with every tug and he eagerly took it into his mouth.
He took the cock as far into his mouth as he could manage; choking a bit on the size. He soon started the perfect rhythm of stroking and sucking. He swirled his tongue around the head and even used one hand to gently stroke Derek's balls. 'Never would guess this was my first time give a blowjob!' he thought proudly as he was rewarded by a drop of pre-cum.
He was too preoccupied with devouring Derek's delicious cock to think twice about how strange that was, before his world came crashing down. "Stiles?! What the FUCK are you doing to me?!"
A/N: Haha I've always wanted to write a frozen time story, no idea why! What did you think? Should I write what happens next? Any ideas of how Derek should handle this? Thank you for reading! Please review!