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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Kira_Yukimura, Lydia_Martin,
      Liam_Dunbar, Mason_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Angry_Sex, STEREK!!!!, Drunk_Sex, angry_to
      loving_sex, Underage_Drinking, Stiles_is_still_only_17, bit_of_a_biting
      kink, brief_Stiles/Scott
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-15 Words: 1957
****** Quieting that witty mouth ******
by nerdangel111
Summary
     cheesey title I know. Anyway...after all the mess in Mexico, and now
     that kate is gone and peter is in eichen house, a little celebration
     is in order! Oh, and I'm pretty into this ship (sterek) so any
     requests?
Everyone filed into the loft. Lydia, Stiles, and Liam were carrying bags of
clanking alcohol. Malia had opted out, in favor of talking to the sheriff about
something "private". Derek set down one of the beer carriers, taking one out
and popping the lid off, and taking a long drink.
 
"We are gonna get so wasted!" Mason said, arm swung over Liam's shoulder. Scott
shook his head, smiling.
 
"Mason, we've been over this, we can't get drunk-"
 
"Actually," Stiles interrupted, setting down one of the brown paper bags full
of liquor on one of Derek' counters.
 
"I found out about this, special kind of alcohol that can get werewolves
drunk." Derek looked at him like he'd just claimed to be a yellow spotted
lizard.
 
"There's no such thing" he said, flopping down on one of the couches. Stiles
turned to him slowly, with a look you'd give to a small child when you are
about to explain something like potty training, he walked over and took the
beer from the werewolf's hand, throwing his head back and downing the rest of
it. Derek couldn't help but watch Stiles' long throat, working the liquid into
his body. He shook his head. What the hell was that thought all about? Was he
seriously just checking out Stiles? As in, skinny, defenseless, ADD riddled,
poster boy for getting injured, Stiles?
 
"Actually, Mr. thinks-he-knows-everything, I found out that it doesn't even
have to be a certain brand of alcohol, you just have to lace it with a certain
type of wolf's bane-"
 
"Are you crazy man, doesn't wolf's bane kill us?" Liam objected, setting down
his back of goodies.
 
"No, not this kind" the pack looked skeptical. Scott walked over and clapped a
hand on his brother's shoulder.
 
"If Stiles says its safe, its safe" he smiled. Stiles proceeded to uncap the
rest of the drinks, and pour a white powder into each one, save for his own 8
pack of some strange whiskey he'd seen on a commercial, at three in the
morning. Everyone started downing their drinks, pleasantly surprised that
Stiles had been absolutely right. Lydia turned in the speakers connected to her
ipod, and dragged Kira out onto the floor. After that everyone sort of followed
suit, except of course mr. sourwolf, Stiles noticed, Derek was just sitting on
the couch, his, 4th bottle of whatever that crap was, nearly gone, and his eyes
lazily planted on Stiles. The boy grinned, he would get Derek Hale to dance! A
song came on, something to do with porn stars, and Stiles started actually
dancing, swaying his hips provocatively, rolling his body to the beat. Derek
watched him, jaw clenched, and of course, ever observant, the human noticed.
Stiles had him. Just one thing to do, a dash of jealousy. Stiles wormed his way
through the others to Scott, pressing his back against Scott's. The alpha
didn't seem to mind, having been already exceptionally drunk. The two boys
rolled their bodies together, Scott placing both hands on Stiles' rotating
hips. Stiles spared a glance over to Derek. Holy God, he looked like he was
going to kill Scott. Stiles looked back at Scott who was blissfully lost in
drunkeness. He had to kick it up a notch, he didn't know why, but seeing Derek
so worked up, was all kinds of fun. Stiles thought a moment, his mind was a
little fuzzy, but he did remember that one thing that was a major thing in
wolves, was submission. A light bulb went off right then. With a slow movement,
Stiles rolled his head onto Scott's shoulder, bearing his neck. He glanced over
at Derek, only to see he was no longer there. A few hours of drunken werewolf/
kitsune/banshee shananigans later, everyone was preparing to go home.
 
"Havin', my brother pick me up, any takers?" Mason slurred. Liam's hand shot up
instantly, as did Scott and Lydia's. Scott had his arm around Kira, as they
walked out.
 
"St'les man ya comin'?" Scott asked, the human sprawled out on the couch like a
damn star fish. Stiles shook his head slowly.
 
"Gonna go find ol' sourwolf, make him take me home." the two giggled, and Scott
left. Stiles got up, not so gracefully standing next to the coffee table. He
stood,swaying slightly, trying to see in the dull light, provided be the large
window.
 
"You got some fucking nerve." Stiles whirled around, nearly losing his footing.
Derek was leaned on one of the pillars, eyes glowing blue as he looked up.
Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He had made some dumb moves in the past, but
provoking a werewolf, that had just recently gotten more powerful, and then
being alone with aforementioned pissed off wolf, probably the dumbest thing
he'd ever done. Stiles looked at the door, then Derek.
 
"Heh, uh, I think I'm just gonna go...." he darted toward the door, only to be
stopped by a hand on his neck, that soon had him pinned to the wall beside the
door. Damn, so close. Derek's hand wasn't choking him, more, keeping him in
place. Stiles opened his mouth to protest, but suddenly that hand drifted to
his shoulder, and Derek's nose was running up the length of his neck. His body
shivered, and he smiled. One more dumb move? Sure why not?
 
 
"Like what ya smell big guy? Do I smell like one of those pretty girls you are
always getting your ass kicked by?" the hand that had been gentle on his
shoulder, now tangled into his messy brown hair, yanking his head back.
 
 
"Stiles...I swear, shut up." Derek growled, piercing blue eyes staring down at
wide brown ones. Then, of course, Stiles just grinned.
 
 
"Whats a'matter Der? Upset that even I get more than you?"
 
 
"Shut...up..or I'm seriously...gonna rip your throat out...with my teeth..."
Stiles bit his lower lip, looking away from Derek, who loosened his grip.
Stiles seized that moment leaning up to Derek's ear.
 
 
"Bring it on big bad" the second the words left his left his mouth, Derek's
hand returned to the iron grip in his hair, dragging him over and all but
throwing him over to his bed. Stiles gulped, his mind feeling fuzzy again, as
he felt clawed fingers run up his back with one hand, and the other gripping
the back of his jeans, and yanking them down and off, Derek pulled Stiles' head
back, running his tongue up Stile' long neck, and nipping at his ear, causing a
small whimper from the human beneath him. He ground his hips forward, rubbing
his jean clad erection against Stiles' ass. Shit, Derek was big. Stiles could
feel it, even through the pants. Why was this all effecting him so much? Derek
was a guy, and an asshole at that. Stiles heard the clinking of a belt being
opened and he turned onto his back on the bed, standing up, with a hand on
Derek's half open belt.
 
 
"What makes you think you're the boss huh?" he pulled the belt open, and
followed with Derek's jeans. The beta gave him a half smile, grabbing his
Stiles' shirt and ripping it off. Stiles' mouth hung open.
 
 
"That was one of my favorite shirts!" he grabbed Derek's, and with a surprising
amount of strength, ripped his off as well. Derek looked down at the ruins of
his shirt, and tackled Stiles onto the bed, and pinning his arms, sitting on
his knees between his legs.
 
"Why am I the boss you ask? Cause I'm not a weak, little human..." Derek
growled in Stiles' ear. The comment should've hurt Stiles, instead it made him
thrust his hips up, trying to get friction. Derek took pity on the boy and
thrusted with him, they were both so hard. Derek quickly removed Stiles'
captain America boxers, and placed a finger at his hole. Stiles bucked up away
from it, Derek removed the finger, a twirled it around the leaking tip of the
human's cock collecting precum, getting it nice and slick, placing it once
again at Stiles' hole. Derek moved up Stiles' body, biting and nipping the
expanses of beautiful pale flesh. He finally made it to those maddening full
lips, and devoured them in a hungry kiss. Stiles' tongue made an attempt to
fight for dominance, but lost as soon as a cum slick finger slid into his ass.
Stiles gasped, arching up nearly off the bed.
 
 
"And, I could bite clean through that pretty neck of yours." Derek whispered,
his teeth sliding against the length of Stiles' throat. An all too human growl
came from Stiles, as he shrugged his shoulder up to hide his neck. God this
stupid human was infuriating. Derek was seriously considering sewing his mouth
shut.
 
 
"I think, w-with a little work, I-" Stiles gasped as another finger was added,
both long digits working in and out of him. He shivered, body arching, soft
moans coming from parted lips, Derek couldn't help but stare at the beautiful
display. The wolf smiled every time he saw Stiles' mouth open to speak, and he
slammed his fingers in harder making whatever statement was about to come out
and take Derek one step closer to committing man slaughter, get lost in a
gasping moan.
 
 
"D-Derek, please.." that made Derek look up into basically black eyes, and a
flush that had made it's way up Stiles' chest. Now that just wasn't fair. Derek
pulled his fingers out and fumbled to get his throbbing cock out. Stiles'
signature, half smile made an appearance as he easily maneuvered the long thick
member out of the slit in Derek's boxers. Derek went back up Stiles' body, and
reached over to the night stand, retrieving lube, and coating his dick with it.
He lined up at Stiles' entrance, and looked back at the human's face.
 
 
"Waitin' on another invita-" Derek pushed the head, effectively silencing
Stiles, save for a gasp. God Derek could get used to that, taking the smart
mouthed human's ability to speak. He started to move, inch by inch. But as
always, Stiles was going to say something, so Derek bottomed out in one smooth
thrust. Instead of a statement, Stiles screamed, arms going around Derek's
neck, that's when Derek felt Stiles' teeth, actually sink into his skin, and he
howled. Oh, that little shit stole his move. Derek started to thrust in and out
of the tight heat around him, Stiles released Derek's quickly healing neck with
a moan, that resembled Derek's name. Derek finally had him, as he pounded that
tight ass, he just needed one last thing.
 
 
"Submit." it was a simple command. And, every fiber in Stiles' being told him
to come back with some snarky come back, but the way Derek was moving right
against his prostate with every thrust, he, just couldn't okay? He stretched
his neck out, exposing it completely. Derek bit into it, tasting the irony
sweetness of Stiles' blood, and letting go, pressing his forehead to Stiles'.
 
"Mine." Derek whispered, and that's all it took to have Stiles spurting hot cum
all over both of their stomachs. By God if that wasn't THE hottest thing Derek
had ever seen. He felt his knot start to swell. Derek had really meant to pull
out, knotting was painful to other werewolves, let alone a human, but,
 
 
"Der! I-I want to be yours..." Stiles moaned. Damn. Derek's knot popped into
Stiles' hole as he spilled deep inside his human. Derek almost collapsed on top
on him. Stiles had a smile on his face, and he started to laugh, making Derek
look up with slight offense. Stiles just shook his head.
 
 
"Poor Malia." he chuckled.
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