**For this wondering... This fic has MPREG :)


Stiles knew what happened was too good to last. He expected Derek to ignore him and go back to being the brooding Alpha he always was but what happened next is kind of shocking.

Derek Hale is sitting comfortably on his bed with the same book he was reading when Stiles asked Danny to hack something for him.

He managed to keep it all together for a week after they had sex and now, after one week of ignoring it, it all came rushing in and somehow he's pretty calm about it even though he really wants to punch somebody right now.

And without thinking, he walked towards the bed, rudely threw the book off of Derek's lap and placed himself on top of the man.

Derek looked up to him, his hands on the teen's waist, "Took you long enough." Stiles said, trying to be seductive as much as possible.

The man chuckled as he presses his lips lightly on Stiles' neck, "I was busy with the renovations of the house." He explained, nosing Stiles' neck, licking it and then biting it, making Stiles throw his head back with a loud moan.

"I'd fuck you right now if your dad wasn't here." He made a low rumble as he parted with Stiles' neck with a small hickey.

Stiles suddenly gave him a confused look before getting up and opening the door. He found his dad standing by the door with his his arms across his chest, giving him 'the look'.

"I didn't know we had a guest." John said, then he nodded when he realized that it was just Derek.

"Hey dad, yea... I mean, it's just Derek. We... Uh..."

"We were gonna watch the movie that Stiles fell asleep through last week." Derek interjected. Nice save, Sourwolf.

Stiles glanced back at Derek and then at his dad cautiously, nodding and said, "Y-Yea... I fell asleep through half of it so we're gonna do some human-Alpha bonding thingy. Is that okay?"

John's brows raised and he couldn't help but chuckle, "It's alright. Besides, it's good that Derek's here. He's gonna keep an eye on you while I'm at work. I'm gonna leave you two alone." He said before leaving his son a confused look on his face.

When the cruiser was gone, Stiles locked the door but what he thought was a whole night of sweaty bodies moving together was totally the opposite.

The moment he jumped on Derek's lap again, the man just made out with him for fifteen minutes and said, "C'mon, let's watch a movie."

Derek got up and raided Stiles' movie collection. Of course, he didn't pick The Avengers. He picked a movie close to the teen's heart, The Dark Knight.

"Aw... Derek? I didn't know you knew my favorite." Stiles said, clearly surprised by Derek's actions.


The second time it happened was after a pack meeting but it's actually just Skyping with Jackson, who clearly missed everyone including Lydia.

After the pack left, Cora joining the others for a group study, Stiles made his way to Derek's bedroom.

He took off his blue flannel shirt, his white t-shirt and his pants, leaving on just his boxers.

Derek dropped his head to the side and laughed. He walked towards the teen and got him in a position he just saw in his dreams.

They were cuddling. Stiles swore he just heard his heart explode by the sudden affection Derek is giving him and he loves it. They don't have sex that night. They just lay there, cuddling the night away.

"What was your mom like, Derek?"

Derek suddenly switched their position. Now, they were facing each other, just looking each other in the eyes.

"My mom... she wass a great Alpha. We would run together as a pack during full moons. She'd take care of us whenever we were wounded, both physically and emotionally. She's amazing..."

There was a flicker of sadness in Derek's eyes as he spoke those last words, 'She was amazing'

"What was yours like?" Derek asked, he suddenly felt a pull from Stiles. The teen positioned Derek's head below his chin, his nose on his neck.

He could feel Stiles' fingers playing with his hair, then the teen spoke, "She... She'd brighten up every room she comes in to. She was very spontaneous, kind... warm, selfless... everyone loved her."

Derek knew that Stiles wanted to cry, so he just wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close.


They went on like that for weeks. They would have slow, lazy and passionate sex, and the next day, they would just lay in bed and talk about what happened.

It was a Friday night, well, a pack meeting. They've trying to contact Jackson through Skype but so far, he hasn't responded yet.

So, they settled with preparing food and the movies they were gonna watch while they waited for Jackson to respond.

"You smell different." Ethan suddenly voiced out as he prepared the chicken wings beside Stiles, who was mixing some pasta into a bowl full of herbs and tomatoes.

Stiles gave him an offended look and sniffed himself, "Uh... I do? How? Oh my god, what do I smell like?" Stiles asked, frantic yet very curious as to how he smelled to his packmates.

"Chill, dude. You just smell like... Like a teenager, hormones and all that shit. Like honey, musk, Adderall... You smell like Derek's and... something I can't explain." Ethan explained as his voice faded in the end.

Before they even finish their conversation, they heard a scream in the hallway.

When they got there, a familiar face was standing by the door with a duffel bag slung around his shoulder and two suitcases in tow. The blonde teen gave his signature arrogant smirk and said, "Missed me?"

"Dude! When did you come back?" Scott asked, embracing Jackson first.

He hugged back and said, "Just a while ago. I asked the Sheriff to pick me up and drop me off here. He's the only one who knew I was coming."

"Oh my god, Jackson... You mean, all this time my Dad was talking to someone on the phone, that was you?" Stiles said, walking towards Jackson and hugging him.

Jackson's eyes suddenly turned electric blue as he caught a whiff of Stiles' scent, "I see you've been busy. You smell different, Stiles. Like... bright morning sun..." He spoke, confused with what he just said.

"Is that even a scent?" He heard Isaac voicing out a question in the background.

"Yea, that's not even a scent, Jackson. Well, enough chat. Let's just enjoy the movies and the food we prepared." Allison spoke.

Everyone agreed, leaving Stiles and Jackson by the door.

"Seriously man? Bright morning sun? What's that?" Stiles asked, dragging one of Jackson's suitcases in to the guest room.

"I'm serious, Stiles. Other than Derek's overpowering scent on you, I'm pretty sure you smell different. Like your blooming or something. But it's not like you can get pregnant, right?" Jackson said, slapping Stiles' back gently as he left the teen in shock.

Yea, it wasn't like he could get pregnant... right?


After considering it for days, Stiles finally decided to do it. To test himself if he really was pregnant. Of course, he was hoping for it to be, you know, not possible. But somewhere at the back of his mind, would Derek mind that he was pregnant? What will Derek say? What would he do?

Questions flooded his mind as the minutes passed. Then there it was.

With a loud groan and smack on the forehead, he stared in surprise at the white stick in his hand.

Fuck...


Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% is how you react to it.

Who was the fucking genius that said that?

Right now? Right now, Stiles is flipping out his mind. He studied biology, right? He didn't sleep his way through biology, right? So, why the hell is this pregnancy test kit saying that he's pregnant?!