Teen Wolf Preference - Brother’s Friend
“This is probably a really bad idea,” Derek mumbled against your neck, his hands sliding up your shirt as he began to explore your body.
“You’ve been saying that for the past 3 months,” you pulled his face back to yours, kissing him fiercely, “I didn’t know you were afraid of you’re beta.”
A growl escaped his lips as he picked you up, you tightly wrapping your legs around his waist as Derek put you down onto the bed. You couldn’t even begin to describe your relationship with Derek - it was like when he was with you all his senses were lost and all he could see was you and only you. His inner wolf couldn’t get enough you, your t-shirts both now thrown onto the ground as he kissed down your chest, smiling when he heard your giggling.
Slowly, you and Derek looked over to where your brother, Isaac, stood with his school bag now dropped to the floor and his eyes glowing bright yellow. The two of you were frozen and Derek cursed himself mentally, forgetting that whenever he was with you all his guards went down and he forgot to channel his hearing.
“Well, there’s no easy way to explain this,” you began to say slowly, Derek now regaining his confidence as he pulled the blankets over your chest.
“I’m sleeping with your sister,” he said, “and I’m in love with her. Is that going to be a problem?”
“Is it going to be a fu-,” Isaac balled his fists, beginning to do a few deep breaths, “I’m going to murder you.”
“No, you’re not,” you piped up, “because I love him too. I never thought I’d be saying my first ‘I love you’ half naked with my brother present but I do. Go walk it off.”
Isaac, with one final glower, muttered a threat only loud enough for Derek to hear before grabbing his stuff and storming out of the loft. Smiling sweetly at you, Derek pulled down the sheet and put his head on your stomach, giving it a small kiss.
“You love me,” he said quietly, “should I go make some mac ‘n cheese?”
“You know he will be back to challenge you, right?” you were still trying to process the situation, the man you had only just realised you were in love with looking up at you with the smile still glued to his face.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt himself,” he laughed, “your phone is buzzing constantly right now, by the way. We can continue this later but I’m sure you’re little friends are all aware of our sexy times together now.”
Derek leaped out of bed just in time for you to smack his butt, glowering at him but not being able to contain your laughter at how strange the situation you just had was.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” Isaac wrapped his arms around your waist as you tried to look through your locker, resting his head on your shoulder and a blush rose on your cheeks.
“Do you want my brother to see?” you nudged his ribs but he didn’t move, kissing your cheek.
“I don’t care if your brother sees. I want everyone to see,” you couldn’t help but giggle, turning around in his arms and throwing your own arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Moments later, your locker slammed shut and standing there, holding the straps of his bag with a sweet smile on his face was your brother - Scott.
“You don’t care if her brother sees?” he asked, Isaac moving so quickly he was close to the other side of the hallway, “please, continue.”
“Sco-,” you began but your brother turned around, still smiling in such a way you were almost freaked out.
“Let me just remind you whose house your sleeping in- who feeds you-,”
“Mum’s house and I actually feed both of you,” you injected into Scott’s rant and he gave you such a glare that you were surprised his eyes hadn’t turned red or that steam wasn’t coming out of his ears.
“Just remember who sleeps two doors down from you,” Scott went back to saying to Isaac, “and it’s not (Y/N) - it’s me. She sleeps downstairs. I will listen so carefully to every one of your movements - I will be like a hawk. Sleep with your eyes open, Isaac.”
And then your brother strolled away, still managing to look like a little cheery freshman with his backpack but you and Isaac stared at him with a feared expression.
“He took that well,” you said but Isaac shook his head.
“He just went into the boys’ locker room and punched a hole in the wall.”
“Jackson,” you laughed, having him poke your sides as you looked through the library shelves for a book for your research assignment, “I told you not to come because you’ll get bored. You’re proving my point.”
Your boyfriend, who’d you been dating in secret for a month, leaned against one of the shelves carefully with a sly smile on his face.
“I won’t get bored. I could look at you forever and not get bored (Y/N). I even noticed the other day you have a little freckle just-,” he went to poke the spot where your ‘little freckle’ was and you grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards you.
“If you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask.” you said confidently, Jackson quickly dipping his head down to give you a kiss, his hands moving to your waist and you heard someone go ‘woops’ at the end of the aisle of books, walking away from the scene they were seeing of the two of you. You both giggled, pulling one another closer until you heard “she’s doing what with WHO?”
Your brother’s voice echoed the library and you and Jackson pulled a part swiftly, seeing him now at the end of the book aisle and storming towards the two of you.
“Was Stilinski lying, (Y/N)?” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down and not start a scene, “were you and Jackson just - making out? In a library when we’re meant to be studying?”
“I’m serious about her, Danny,” Jackson began and Danny glared at him.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” he looked back to you, “tell me.”
You looked down at your feet, “yes?”
“You - don’t speak to me,” he stuck a finger towards Jackson and then back to you, “you - we’re going home and studying.”
As Danny took your wrist and began to drag you away, you saw Jackson trying not to laugh at his friend’s tantrum and you gave him a sweet smile.
“He’ll get over it in a few hours, babe!” you called to him, Danny cursing at you quietly when all eyes were on you, you then looking to Stiles Stilinski, “tattle tale!”
You stood on the sidelines of the Lacrosse game, clapping and cheering excitedly as you watched the team, or more specifically, your boyfriend, play and beat the other team.
As they came jogging to the sidelines, the team cheering and the coach yelling excitedly at them for their win, you stood on your tippy toes trying to look around for Liam among the other boys (and Kira).
“Hey there, cutie,” you felt a pair of arms around you and lift you off your feet, you squealing half happily as you knew it was him
“You won!” you cheered, Liam pulling off his helmet, “and you stink.”
“You say the sweetest things, (Y/N),” he put his hands on your waist, a large smile on his face, “a kiss for the winner?”
“It was a team effort!” you heard Scott McCall yell and you laughed, putting a finger underneath his chin and then pulling him gently in for a kiss.
“Liam! I didn’t know you had a girl!”
It felt like time stopped for you.
You and Liam stared at each other in fear momentarily, thoughts racing through your mind of ways to escape this situation but there were none.
You hid behind Liam and his massive uniform, just imagining the confused look on your brother’s face. You and Liam decided it was best not to tell Mason until things were serious - which they were - but neither of you had gained the courage to break the news to him. You were certain he wasn’t coming to the game today, saying he was hanging with Brett Talbot for the night but it seemed he changed his plans.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend?”
He was completely oblivious.
Scott and Stiles on-looked the situation and you looked to them for help. Scott seemed to be concerned, giving you a sorry expression but Stiles was already cracking up.
You then very carefully, still using Liam as your shield and holding onto his waist, poked your head around him and you watched Mason’s expression completely change.
“My sister!” he half cried, Stiles’s laughter now growing and you smiled sweetly at him, “this is why Brett made me come tonight! You - I can’t believe!”
You heard Liam curse about Brett underneath his breath and you gave an apologetic look.
“We’ll discuss it when we get home?” you suggested and he glared at you.
“Damn right we’ll discuss it when we get home.”
“I love spending time with you,” Scott sighed as you curled up on beside him, drawing small patterns on his chest.
“Because of my stunning personality, right?”
He gave a small laugh before pulling himself up so he was hovering over you, his face dangerously close to yours.
“Because you’re amazing,” he said, “you’re funny, you always do such adorable things without meaning to; even your sarcasm makes me happy. You make me happy.”
Just as Scott was about to kiss you, he suddenly pulled up and his hand swiftly reached out to grab what seemed to be a giant book flying towards his head.
“What the fu-,” you began to say but Scott interrupted.
You looked around your boyfriend to see your brother, Stiles, standing at the door absolutely fuming about what he was seeing.
“You seem to have forgotten that I have a key to your house,” he said, “and that you’re my best friend and that’ my sister. I mean - I knew this day was coming… I knew from day one but I never thought - I never thought you’d hide it from me. This completely ruins my plan I had of murdering you! I’ll have to come up with a new one,”
“Stiles!” you hissed and he threw his hands in the air as Scott buried his in his hands.
“No, no. You two continue your little thing. Don’t worry about me! I’ll just go be scarred somewhere else! Does dad know? Who else knows?!”
He began to walk down the hallway, continuing his blabbering and you and Scott looked at one another apologetically.
“I’ll go after him, don’t worry,” Scott murmured, kissing you quickly and you pulled a face.
“Well, now I have to call my dad so I don’t know what’s worse…”
“Star Wars, Star Wars,” Stiles cheered over and over again as you rolled your eyes, the two of you finally getting he house to yourselves and you flopped down on the couch beside him, his arm automatically going around you as the movie began.
“You always know how to cheer me up,” he kissed your cheek and you snuggled into his side.
“Doesn’t take much. Star Wars, some nerdy thing and kisses,”
“And letting me touch your butt,” Stiles interjected and you nudged him, not being able to help your laughter.
“Well, there is still several ads to go,” you started, watching his face light up, “so we can do a little kissing and butt touch-,”
You never got the chance to finish your sentence as Stiles was kissing you and pulling you onto his lap, you giggling against his mouth as you felt his hands grope your butt and he made a satisfied groan. Neither of you even bothered pressing play when the ads were over, too caught up in the moment that you were in.
“Hey (Y/N)! Are you watching Star Wars?!” your brother’s voice echoed the house and as a reflex, Stiles pushed you (gently) onto the ground, pulling the blankets down with you.
“Stiles?” Scott looked at the couch then looked at you, “(Y/N)? Why did you just fall onto the ground?”
Silence fell between the three of you and you wished in that moment your brother wasn’t a werewolf.
“I can smell the sexual… atmosphere,” he stared once more, “you have one minute to explain.”
“Stiles and I are dating. I really like him. He’s your best friend - I know, but he makes me happy and I promise it won’t ruin your friendship. And yes, we were just making out.” you rambled on slightly and Scott blinked a few times then proceeded to walk over to you, picking you up off the ground and then sitting down and patting the seat next to him which made him between you and Stiles.
“Lets all watch Star Wars then, shall we.”
You knew he was about to make your lives difficult.
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