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Derek wraps his arm tighter around Stiles’s waist, holding in his growl as others stare at what’s his. He hates that his father makes him go to these dreadful events. They’re vulgar and disgusting. His father doesn’t think anyone should just settle for one person. He has a new girl on his arm at every party, thought’s never Derek’s mother. He tried to have Derek grow up the same way but he just isn’t that kind of guy. One is all he wants and needs, and he’s already found his soulmate. Stiles.
“It’s okay,” Stiles whispers, running his thumb over Derek’s hand on his waist. Derek’s just thankful that Stiles is even willing to do these things with him, not many people are willing to be shown off to complete strangers. “I’m yours, there’s no one else I want.”
Derek takes a deep breath and straightens his posture, to give the appearance of a usual snooty, pompous pick. “Come on, Sweetheart,” Derek smirks as he plops down into a chair and Stiles obediently sits in his lap. Stiles in his sheer, almost nothing, outfit, as are the instructions for “play things,” as it’s stated they be called, to wear.
The room is fool of rich folk men cheating on their significant others. They change every time. No one else ever has the same person with them at these events. And once their “master” is seated the “play thing” must not speak unless told to.
“I see you have the same play thing once again,” Mr. Proffrey says, a rich, old, fat man with five kids at home, all from different women, and a buttload of nannies running around taking care of them (probably also getting harassed in the process.
“I have a very specific taste,” Derek responds grabbing Stiles aggressively and holding him to his chest, though as gentle as he could grab without leaving bruises. Mr. Proffrey just hums and returns his attention to the “play thing” in front of him on her knees.
“I love you,” Derek whispers in Stiles’s ear making it seem like he’s saying what he’ll so Stiles. To which Stiles forces a shiver acting turned on yet fearful. “Now be a good boy and get on your knee.” This time Derek is a little louder.
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By the time Derek and Stile return home from the even they are both rung dry. “As humiliating the whole thing is,” Stiles starts, “it’s kinda hot.” Derek rolls his eyes and kisses Stiles’s temple.
“Whatever, just get in the shower, I’ll make some tea for your throat,” Derek says patting his flank to which Stiles winks and heads to the bathroom. Derek sighs.
They’ve been doing this for two years now and Derek just wants to be done with these events. Luckily Derek’s dad said that if by the time he’s 23 he still doesn’t like them he can stop, he can’t wait. When they started Stiles was just barely 18 and Derek hated that he dragged him into this whole thing. He was the only one that was supposed to see Stiles like that but now a whole room of disgusting perverts has as well. Some of them have tried to swap “play things” wherever they were there but Derek guarded what was his. Plus he didn’t want to touch anyone else but Stiles.
When the tea was finally done Stiles walks back into the kitchen with one of Derek’s oversized t-shirts hanging off his shoulder. Stiles kisses Derek’s cheek and plops into a seat so they could drink the tea together.
Derek finishes first. “My turn,” Derek says kissing Stiles’s lips quickly before heading off to shower.
It’s so nice to get the stench of that place off his skin. It reeks of cigarettes, alcohol, and sex. He doesn’t understand how his father has put up with it for so long. Or the fact that he’s cheating on mom, his mate. How could any sane person fathom knowingly cheating on your one, true, soulmate. Every body is searching for theirs and for people to just throw it away is disgraceful. But mom puts up with it because she loves him and there isn’t anyone she can love more than him. Derek’s tried to get her to leave him but she won’t.
Derek sighs as he shuts off the water and climbs out. He towels off and as he steps into the bedroom Stiles is laying on the bed. He’s laying on the bed naked, his butt facing Derek as he types on his phone. Derek rolls his eyes putting a pair of underwear on and throwing the discarded shirt on the ground at Stiles to put on as well.
“No more tonight,” Derek sighs as he climbs under the covers. Stiles nods understanding, quickly getting “dressed” once more and climbing under the covers as well. “I’m sorry.”
Stiles cups Dereks cheeks, looking him straight in the eyes. “Sourwolf, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Stiles states sternly, his eyes are unwavering. “I understand that if we don’t do this you are disowned, I love you and will do anything for you. I don’t care who else sees, as long as we’re together.”
Derek kisses Stiles softly. He doesn’t want anything hotter tonight, they both just showered and Derek is exhausted. Stiles has an unbelievably high sex drive. “I love you so much,” Derek breaths, pulling back for a second before continuing the kiss. “No one but you.” Derek kisses Stiles’s forehead. “Always.” Derek trails kisses down Stiles’s neck.
“Only you,” Stiles gasps, moaning as Derek sucks hickeys on his skin. “Always.”
Sooner than later they collapse onto the bed, Stiles burrowing against Derek’s chest. Derek runs his hands through Stiles’s hair and smiles softly. He doesn’t know where he’s be without this beautiful boy in his arms.
They both fall into a peaceful sleep, with dreams only filled with each other.