I Do Not Own Teen Wolf.

The sheriff looked around his house, one hand rubbing his temples while the other holds his body steady on the wall. The house was a mess. An absolute mess. And he knew that Stiles wasn't the only one to make this mess. Oh, he knew. Because he could smell it.

But not only could he smell it, he could hear it. And it made his stomach sick to know his son was up there with some girl, probably deflowering her. He just knew he'd be having some talks with that girl's father when he found out.

He walked through the house, not surprised in the least to find many things overturned and pictures crooked on the walls. The kitchen had different kinds of condiments laid out on the island, some of the products strewn across the counters and the floor. He did not see something white that wasn't whipped cream. He swore he didn't.

Quietly he walked upstairs, the grunts getting louder and the creaking of the bed getting a bit more annoying. He checked his room first. At least that was virtually untouched. The guest bedroom. . . Not so much. The shower was wet, water pretty much everywhere and some still coming out of the faucet. So he turns it all the way off and slowly creeps towards his son's room. What he thought he was going to see didn't really turn out to be what he saw.

The sheriff really wasn't expecting to find his son face-down-ass-up under a large male. Apparently Stiles wasn't deflowering some young pretty girl, he was the one actually getting deflowered. In a sense.

He just stood there in the doorway with a hand over his eyes trying to block out the sight but not being able to block the sounds. They were so into each other's bodies that they didn't seem to notice the sheriff standing there trying to get the mental picture of his son being fucked, out of his mind.

He closes his eyes to he can hold that hand up in a fist below his mouth, then makes a loud coughing noise in the back of his throat. Since he couldn't see he heard one of the males, he assumed his son, make a yelping noise and the slick sounds of removal. Once he heard the rustle of sheets he thought it safe to open his eyes.

Now he can finally see the person his son was fooling around with. Except this is a little more than fooling around. And when he does see who it is he sighs and shakes his head. Derek Hale. Derek fucking Hale was in bed with his son. Had been on his counter tops, on his couch, in his shower! The man was already accused of murder, though the allegations had been cleared, and now he was having sex with a minor? He was really racking up those cookie points. For jail.

"Stiles Stilinski. Really? You completely destroy downstairs and are being as loud as you can. Did you really think I wouldn't catch you?" his dad asks.

"Well. . . Um. . . I didn't think you'd be coming home so soon, and I was planning on cleaning up downstairs?" Stiles answers with a blush painted on his cheeks.

"Besides the fact that I could smell it the moment I walked in?"

The boy chokes and looks away quickly. Derek lays a hand atop the stiff one clinging to the rumpled sheets. He kisses the side of the teenager's head, and looks at the sheriff out of the corner of his eye.

"Sir, we didn't plan for this to happen. The moment just got away from us," Derek stated.

"Well I don't care that the moment got away from you. You're in bed with my son. Who also happens to be a minor," he sighs again and wipes his hand down his face. "I won't charge you for this if you both clean up."

Stiles nods and gives his father a pointed look and the sheriff gets it, walking out but leaving the door open slightly.

The two got up and got dressed, Derek only in pants since he had lost his shirt somewhere downstairs.

"Wonderful way to tell daddy, right?" the teen says sarcastically.

Derek just chuckles softly.

"It was how my dad caught Laura with her ex-boyfriend the first time. Got a shotgun from the closet and ran the boy out."

"Well at least dad didn't pull out his gun or pistol whip you, right?"

"It's a starting point," the older of the two says as he kisses Stiles roughly, pushing him up against the wall once again.

The sheriff just coughs loudly and pushes the door the rest of the way open. "Get to it," he says firmly and just walks away.

This is only gonna be a short little series of drabbles about Stiles and Derek getting caught by different people. Don't ask why but it was inspired by the song Sexy Can I - Ray J. Who should the next victim be?

This is actually the first time I've written anything that wasn't for an anime or video game so I'm excited in a weird way.

So on that note, reviews are very much welcome. I would really enjoy hearing from you guys~