Summary: In light of the season one finale of Teen Wolf here is a little but funny drabble.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf!
Derek&Stiles Fest: Stiles the werewolf mate
"I can't believe this! I can't believe you! How could you do this to me you... you... you damn idiot?"
Stiles was angry. Okay maybe angry didn't really cover it completely he was fucking furious. The brunet paced in his room only occasionally throwing a glance at his soon to be dead boyfriend. How could the idiot not have mentioned this sooner?
Said boyfriend was sitting on Stiles' bed trying and failing to calm down the brunet. Derek had apologized a million times for not telling Stiles, but he knew that the brunet's anger was more than justified.
The werewolf got off of the bed and walked over to Stiles who had stopped pacing the second Derek had gotten up from the bed. The brunet did nothing but look at the werewolf while Derek made his way over to his boyfriend of three months.
Stiles tried to step away from the werewolf as Derek moved to embrace him, but the werewolf was too fast. For a while Stiles fought lively against his boyfriend's strong arms, but gave up eventually. Derek buried his nose in Stiles' hair and inhaled deeply.
The brunet sighed in content despite himself and returned the embrace while burying his own face in the werewolf's muscular chest. They stayed like that for a while until Derek heard Scott nearing the Stilinsky home.
He heard the younger werewolf run up the stairs and to Stiles' room. The door was all but thrown open and a panting Scott stood in the doorway.
"What do you mean you're pregnant?"
A/N: …...;) Hope you liked it!