Open your legs, let's practice submission. Sterek short
Stiles is tired of being the human in distress. Always the one to cry for help and wait till being rescued. He is exhausted and annoyed, so he does what he does the best and dives into a research lake in the mysterious sources of information of the internet.
His odyssey is long, his suffering eternal, the contradictions about martial arts neverending. Eventually, thanks God, he finds a probably reliable youtube channel that says that jiujitsu is the best martial art for self defense. And who is Stiles to contradict the internet yodas?
Only issue? Beacon Hills has no Jiujitsu dojos and following youtube tutorials gave him a sprained ankle and sore neck. So yeah, that's not going to work.
Some weeks later while Stiles is spending time at the loft, Derek finds a tab about Jiujitsu on Stiles' laptop. Once the rest of the pack leaves, Derek asks Stiles about his new sport interest ( trying very hard to sound nonchalant and uninterested).
" Oh, I've been trying to find a place to start trainning, you know? To stop being the little pathetic human who has to be saved or put on time out everytime this town gives us shit. I mean- he closed the laptop and turned around on the couch to face Derek- you have your claws and grrrrs, Ally has her arrows, Lyds has her screams and I have my legs to moce out of the way or run from the week's creature. It's unfair"
Derek looked at him, his eyes scanning Stiles, the way his shoulders and his jaws got tense. Despite what he said during their daily teasing routine Derek did not think about Stiles as weak. Fragile? Yes. Annoying? Of course. But the idea of Stiles training on his own to help his pack made something feel strange on Derek's stomach.
"I'll train you"
...
" Sorry what?"
"I said that I will train you" Derek stood from his position against the wall and started to walk towards the stairs, before stoping and slightly turning to a stunned Stiles " Be here at 5, and wear your least favorite cloths" he turned again, a smirk playing on his lips " I'll probably rip them off" And just like that he left.
Stiles remained on the couch for some more minutes, gaping and trying to find his words while ignoring the red crawling his cheeks and throat.
That night Stiles felt too anxious to fall asleep. His thought running a thounsand miles per second.
Since when did Derek know Jiujitsu?
Or was he going to train him on something else? ( like another werewolf martial arts or fight style, Stiles control yourself)
What did he mean by ripping his cloths? It may be like when the wolves trained, right? They usually ended up on different states of nudity
Oh God, he's going to be slightly naked in front of Derek! Because of Derek! While trying to get Derek naked!
Fuckfuckfuckfuck
It was going to be a really long night,
And a longer shower.
The next day Stiles arrived on time, his body shaking with nervousness and excitement. His mind trying very hard not to think about Derek, sweating against him, on top of him... it wasn't going very well.
Derek came from the kitchen, looking like a God among the mortals. Stiles swallowed, ok I can do it, just... think about the holy Bible. A mat and some of those jumpy things were in the middle of the loft covering the floor. Stiles smiled to himself, Derek had put a lot of effort on preparing everything to train him. He was such a sweetwolf.
Twenty minutes later, after running, jumping and stretching the werewolf-Jiujitsu class was about to start. And Stiles was about to faint, who said that having a werewolf as a coach was a great idea?
"Ok, now lie on the floor and open your legs. I'll dive in between"
