wrong person to rob

pack time.

stiles had been with them another month and spent each night in dereks bed like it was normal. the pack noticed he often smelt of derek but no one dared to ask. a few times stiles was up later than anyone else and derek would find him then quickly lecture him on the time before escorting him back to their room. stiles always fell asleep after him, every time without fail he would roll over and wrap one if not two arms around stiles.

whenever stiles woke up derek wouldn't be there. in a way it saddened him. but just being able to sleep was a godsend itself and so, stiles didn't really mind too much.

on this particular morning stiles woke up and stretched slowly. he hummed in content and slowly stood up, he threw on the first hoodie he could find in his sleepy state and made his way at snails pace to the kitchen. isaac looked up as he entered and stifled a laugh, he nudged allison who wasn't so smooth and burst out laughing.

stiles shot them quizzical looks before following the direction they were laughing at.

the hoodie, it was dereks. stiles blushed a deep crimson. but didn't take it off. he just kept his head down and grabbed a drink before retreating to his room in embarrassment.

it wasn't like stiles was stupid, he realises pretty quickly after the two began to share a room that derek and that comforting smell were linked. over time stiles gained more ability to control his senses and had begun to practically snort dereks scent. the problem was, he couldn't understand why derek smelt so good, it was either a mate thing or a submission thing. stiles was stumped.

a few times derek had caught him in the act of inhaling his scent. last week he was sitting on dereks side of the bed while breathing into his hoodie, stiles was only doing it to calm down after a minor- major- sadness wave. so he sat there with the hoodie, his eyes were closed so he did not notice when derek had walked in to grab said hoodie.

a creak of a floorboard had alerted him to the man's presence they stared at each other for a moment. stiles flushed red then he flung the hoodie into dereks hands before practically sprinting out the room. it felt wrong to him, that he found a mafia leader and his kidnappers scent nice. but it was addicting he couldn't get enough and in a way it made him furious at derek.

stiles flopped onto the bed, still in dereks hoodie and sighed loudly. as if on cue derek stepped in, he didn't even give stiles a glance. almost accustomed to the sight of him with his hoodie. he would never admit it but seeing the younger with his scent covering him warmed something in dereks chest and he could tell his wolf agreed.

derek, however, was not good with emotions and guessed this had something to do with stiles being the weakest therefore his need to protect kicked in. and yet... when the others got too close to stiles, or patted him on the back, or hugged him. derek would move to subtly scent mark the boy. it irritated derek to know that stiles had him wrapped around his finger.

back to the present, stiles lay sprawled on their bed as derek moved from closet to closet looking for another hoodie.

"what are you sighing about?"

he muttered not looking round.

stiles sighed again

"i dunno, bored. slightly embarrassed cause allison and isaac caught me with this stupid hoodie on"

derek closed the closet a little harshly and let out a small growl

"it's not a stupid hoodie and why is it embarrassing?"

stiles lifted his head to give a glare at derek.

"because, it smells of you. looks like i'm your fucking mate or something equally as preposterous"