A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - Chapter 7
Chapter 7 - @chubby-derek-and-friends
Jackson’s response to Derek’s command was surly acceptance. “You’re buying me a new shirt,” he groused through a mouthful of muffins. But his frown quickly melted into a blissed out smile with the taste of the treat.
Derek smirked at the beta. “Good boy,” he said.
Jackson whined slightly at the praise, then flushed in embarrassment. He quickly glanced around at the rest of the pack, but the girls were in their own world, a world seemly of buttercream and belly rubs. Scott and Stiles were the same. The human was still perched on Scott’s lap, pushing brownies into the wolf’s mouth and licking the smeared chocolate frosting from his lips.
Jackson felt heat begin to pool in his stomach as he watched the two of them, watched as Stiles grabbed and shook Scott’s heavy belly, licked and nipped at his mouth and chin. Jackson’s mouth fell open as he began to harden, his breath coming more and more shallowly.
“You want that, Jackson?” Derek asked softly from beside him.
Jackson nodded without turning away. He felt a doughnut being pressed into his mouth, moaned at the taste as the crème filling oozes across his tongue.
“You want that,” Derek said, breath ghosting across Jackson’s ear, “then I wanna see you busting out of those pants. You understand me?”
Jackson nodded vigorously. Without another word, he turned back to the table and began shoving doughnuts into his mouth one after the other. Chips of glaze and small dollops of crème fell into his bare bloated stomach as he stuffed himself.
“Good boy,” Derek praised him again.
Jackson increased his pace in response.
Derek smiled at the Beta’s enthusiasm, and took the chance to glance back over at Scott and Stiles. Stiles was looking back at him and smiling a knowing smile, while Scott was shoving brownies into his own mouth.
Derek raised his eyebrows in response, chewing through another lemon bar. They really are quite delicious, the older man thought.
Stiles leaned down and whispered in Scott’s ear, his voice soft enough that Derek couldn’t hear him over the grunting and moaning of the rest of the pack as they devoured the table full of food. Scott nodded, leaning back so Stiles could stand from his lap. When Stiles was away from the alpha, Scott leaned back in and began to eat the brownies with a renewed vigor. Meanwhile, Stiles made his way over to where Derek stood watching him.
“Nice work with Jackson,” Stiles said, casually picking up a cookie from an as of yet untouched platter and taking a bite. “Who knew he had a praise kink?”
Jackson growled slightly around the mouth full of fried dough, but a quick flash of Derek’s eyes was enough to get him to return to his task.
“Just doing what’s best for the pack,” Derek said.
“Hmmm, and what about what’s best for you, big guy?” Stiles asked. He looked the older man up and down, his eyes dark in obvious lust.
Derek felt the answering growl before he knew he was making it. It wasn’t an angry sound, but an response to the hunger in Stiles’s gaze.
“Gotta make sure the big bad wolf is the biggest and the baddest, right?” Stiles asked, bringing a fresh lemon bar up to Derek’s lips. Derek opened his mouth wide, taking the entire thing in one bite. When Stiles went to withdraw his hand, Derek snatched his wrist, grumbling as he chewed and swallowed, them took Stiles’s fingers between his lips to clean the remains of the sweet from them. Stiles gasped softly.
“You think you’ve got what it takes to fill me up?” Derek teased.
Stiles’s smirk was all the answer he needed, as the younger man fed him another lemon bar.
