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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
  Additional Tags:
      Nipple_Piercings, Nipple_Play, Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-11 Words: 4893
****** derek has a what? ******
by PrincezzShell101
Summary
     Stiles is standing in the middle of Derek's loft. And Derek? Yeah.
     Derek is in front of him shirtless and… and… and there is definitely
     something weird going on here; because from Stiles' nice view and
     from the way the sun is reflecting through the loft's big square-like
     windows it, um, looks like Derek's nipple is, uhhhh, how to put this…
     shining?
     Okay. Nope. Not shining. More like… shimmering? Glowing? Sparkling?
     Fuck. He doesn't even know.
     This is waaaaaaayyyy too Twilight for him right now.
Notes
     Nothing much to say but…
     ABUSE OF ITALICS AHEAD! xD
See the end of the work for more notes
So… surprises. Stiles has lived through them. Oh, a whole bucket load of them.
To tell the truth, surprises are probably the only main consistent in his life.
He's so used to them popping up out of nowhere (and with no warning) that he's
basically got himself prepared daily for one to barge its way through and
meddle itself in his life. And when it does? Hell, he won't even
be surprised when the surprise finally shows up. It shouldn't be a shock to
anyone really, not that much, that he's even created a list of surprises that
he has managed to survive through, and that the list is still ongoing in
case more surprises decide to make themselves known. The list is very accurate,
and has every single surprise he's conquered down head-on with his awesome
skills of preservation.
So, the list… Let us go through it, shall we?
   1. Scott being bitten by an alpha… and turning into a werewolf. SURPRISE!
   2. Peter turning out to be the alpha… the one that bit his best friend.
      SURPRISE!
   3. Derek killing Peter and becoming the new alpha… and more of an asshole.
      SURPRISE!
   4. Jackson transforming into a weird Godzilla-like lizard monster called
      a kanima that is controlled by a master… who turns out to Matt, of all
      people. SURPRISE!
   5. Creepy grandpa Gerard kidnapping him and beating him unconscious in the
      Argent basement… and bruising his ribs. SURPRISE!
   6. Scott putting mountain ash in Gerard's medication… and secretly
      planning behind Derek's back. SURPRISE!
   7. A pack of werewolves arriving to Beacon Hills… oh, sorry, an alpha pack.
      SURPRISE!
   8. Heather getting kidnapped… and then showing up dead as a human sacrifice.
      SURPRISE!
   9. Derek's younger sister Cora turning up alive… not dead like she was
      'supposed' to be. SURPRISE!
So, yeah. Surprises. 
You could say that Stiles has even thought of creating his own theme
song featured around the whole 'surprises' gig he has to face so very
frequently, (and for once, he isn't even joking).
Yep. That's how annoying this 'surprises' thing is getting.
But, above all surprises Stiles has ever found himself coming into contact
with… this one is by far the biggest.
And I mean BIG.
The usual SURPRISE!thing doesn't even begin to cover this one.
Not. At. All.
"Uh, Derek?" He blinks his eyes once, twice, thrice… and nope, it's still
there. "Derek? What… What—"
Stiles is standing in the middle of Derek's loft. And Derek? Yeah. Derek is in
front of him shirtless and… and… and there is definitely something weird going
on here; because from Stiles's nice view and from the way the sun is reflecting
through the loft's big square-like windows it, um, looks like Derek's nipple
is, uhhhh, how to put this… shining?
Okay. Nope. Not shining. More like… shimmering? Glowing? Sparkling?
Fuck. He doesn't even know.
This is waaaaaaayyyy too Twilight for him right now.
"—What the hell is that?"
Derek, in his very nice and shirtless glory, just arches an eyebrow (a
very nice damn eyebrow, 'cause the guy freaking just so happens to have those).
His jade eyes drift down, following the same pathway Stiles's own eyes are
taking, before he lifts them upward again to glare the teen right in the
face with a look that really can only manage so much dryness until it falls
flat. Then he speaks. With a grunt… and that's all.
Stiles's eyebrows scrunch up a little and he's probably half-frowning right
now, his lips doing that thing they do when he's not sure whether to say
something or just keep his mouth shut.
Derek answers his own question for him.
By rolling his eyes.
Oh, and finally speaking words.
"This," he says, like he's talking to a little child that's asking its mother
why the sky is blue, pointing to what Stiles has been ogling at since he walked
in, "is a nipple ring."
Okay. Stiles? Yeah. Not expecting that.
All the breath in his lungs seems to explode in his chest, rising upward, and
when he manages to talk it only comes out as a small sound, barely a squeak.
"Uh… wha?"
Derek stares at him blankly, his eyes the only thing on his face that's showing
an emotion… they're glowering. (To Stiles it looks like he's thinking, deciding
about whether he should grab him by the throat, drag him roughly across the
loft's hardwood floor, and throw him out of the door head first so he cracks
his skull against the concrete wall outside.) The guy seriously has enough
venom in his eyes to create a vivid mental picture of a cruel and violent act
without even saying anything, let alone making the threat.
Talk about scary.
But all that's gone when Derek snorts, shaking his head like he's secretly
pondering the fact that Stiles is an idiot (which he probably is). Then Derek's
walking over to the black leather couch in the corner of the room, picking up a
towel that was draped over the arm, wiping it across his forehead a few times
before rubbing it over his face.
Oh. Ooops.
Yeah, Stiles is an idiot.
He's just, accidentally, barged in on Derek's get-those-wolfy-muscles-
pumpin' workout session.
Stiles flails his limbs a bit when Derek stops wiping his face with the towel,
turning toward him with a glare that can only mean I will kill you and I will
like it.
"Uh, sorry for interrupting your—"
"What are you doing here, Stiles?" Derek cuts him off (which, rude), but then
his eyes soften down on their look of pure death as he sighs tiredly. "Do you
need anything?"
Stiles is officially speechless. He wasn't actually expecting Derek to talk,
let alone ask him any questions. He was more so expecting the alpha to
physically remove him from his presence forcibly with a threat of ripping
throats and spine severing and spleen removing.
When Stiles doesn't answer Derek just rolls his eyes again, a little more dryly
this time, before lifting up a water bottle (that Stiles didn't even see
him get), to his lips, and taking a few long gulps. Stiles can't help but find
himself licking his own lips as he watches Derek's Adam's apple bob with each
swallow, sees the alpha's throat muscles working through each sip. It gets him
thinking on things like does he always look like this when he drinks? and would
it look this good when he's swallowing my co—
NO.
Stiles will not let himself finish that thought.
No.Way.In.Hell.
Derek's already finished drinking anyway, and now he's back to glaring at him
with his 'angry dagger eyes'.
"Stiles, what are you doing here? Do you need anything?" Derek sounds more
agitated than tired this time and suddenly Stiles is thinking of running away
like a small little puppy that's been hit on the nose with a newspaper for
peeing on the rug.
But he doesn't.
"Uhhhhh… Oh, right! Yeah. Um. Is Sc—"
"He's not here. Left to see Allison," Derek says dismissively, cutting him off
again (which, so rude). Then the alpha's turning his back and walking away like
he has something way better to do than stand there half-naked and talk to the
kid who'd stormed into his loft, stared at his… nipple ring… and questioned him
with the quest of finding his best friend. (Rude, I tell you, just plain rude.)
Okay. And maybe a little understandable…
"Hey!" Stiles squawks, chasing after Derek and finding him in the kitchen…
opening the fridge and taking out a can of Dr. Pepper.
Huh? What is this he sees?
"Wow. Derek Hale drinks Dr. Pepper," he laughs. The laugh falls short when
Derek opens the can with a claw (the can lid ripping off and getting impaled on
the sharp appendage), while giving him a look that says see this, yeah, this
could be you. "But hey! There's nothing wrong with that, no sir! Dr. Pepper is
good! Awesome! Great!"
Derek's evil glower turns into a pained expression, and then he takes a sip of
the Dr. Pepper, closing his eyes like looking at Stiles actually hurts him.
Stiles feels offended.
And also, a little bit aroused… because there goes Derek's Adam's apple again.
"Stiles, just go home."
Stiles jumps at that, too indulgent in watching Derek's throat moving, and not
noticing when Derek had put down the can on the kitchen bench, nor seeing when
he'd opened his eyes again and stared him down with an exasperated expression.
He's tempted to go, listen to Derek and just go… but he doesn't. Instead he
tries to speak.
"But Sc—"
And gets cut off again.
"I'll let him know you came by," Derek says, like he's quickly trying to evade
Stiles's chatter. "Now go." He points to the entry to the kitchen. "I have
stuff to do."
Stiles wrinkles his nose up in distaste to Derek's chop-chop-and-get-the-fuck-
out attitude, drumming his fingers on the kitchen counter top. "You're awfully
evasive today, aren't you?"
Derek growls (there's no other way to put it) and storms up to Stiles, clamping
a hand down on his shoulder. "Stiles. Go. Home."
"Sure! I'll go," he says, sarcasm dripping off his every word, "as soon as you
tell me why you're evading me." He's ignoring the grip Derek's got on his
shoulder, even if he feels the nails lightly digging into his skin beneath the
thin layer of the shirt he's wearing.
Derek's grip tightens, nails feeling sharper as they start digging in more.
Stiles barely hisses a short breath before the alpha's letting go, pushing him
away and yelling goat him like he's just sick and tired of dealing with him and
seeing his face. (Which shouldn't be on, 'cause he has a fairly nice face,
thank you very much.)
"Oh, so you're just pushing me away and telling me to get lost? Is that what
you're doing now?" he snaps, biting back a sneer when Derek sneers at him
first.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing," Derek says, all dry humour and snark.
"Now Stiles, why don't you get lost."
That is it. Stiles is not going to stand here and have that rabbit-eating jerk
say shit like that to him and get away with it.
He moves, very agile, pushing Derek backward, hard and without thinking about
the consequences which his actions may set in motion.
He really should have.
Because when Stiles is in the moment, he just doesn't pay attention to where
certain parts of his body go.
Especially his hands.
Which right now, one of them is… Let's just say, it's somewhere he'd wanted to
put it ever since he'd walked into the loft this morning with 'find Scott' on
the brain.
The shattered gasp that breaks through the silence in the loft is clearly
audible and Stiles cannot miss it.
Stiles freezes.
"Stiles." Derek's voice is low, not as audible as his gasp was, but is really
cutting it quite close. His teeth are gritted together, jaw clenched. Stiles
can see the alpha's cheekbones; their structure is very nicely defined when his
facial muscles are pulled up in strain.
"Y-Yeah?" he stammers, eyes wide and not leaving Derek's face, worried that if
he moves them they will linger down to where his hand is positioned.
"Your hand." Derek sounds like he's having trouble forming words. Well, Stiles
doesn't blame him. I mean, he does have his hand on the man's— "Stiles, your
hand! Move it."
"Okay! Yes! I can do that! Totally can do that!" He pulls his hand back quickly
and holds it to his chest, like if he doesn't the alpha will tear the limb
straight off. He certainly wouldn't put it past the guy, either.
As soon as his hand is away though, Derek seems to jump straight to the
'killing Stiles' part of the scene. Before Stiles can do anything, the alpha is
pressing him up against the nearest kitchen wall, forearms bracketing both
sides of his head and preventing any means of escape he'd originally had.
"Oh God," is the only thing he can manage to utter out when Derek leans
forward, a literal small hair-width distance away from their noses touching.
Derek's breathing hard; shallow puffs of air though his nostrils, teeth still
gritted together as he seethes. His eyes are glaring, jaded hazel darkening to
an olive green.
Stiles gulps.
"I—I think this is getting a bi—" He stops talking when Derek's lips twist into
a grin that shows his teeth; they're rather pointy and it takes a moment to let
that sink in, and when it does…
Oh, God, he's going to die…
"Stiles, do you remember what I told you?" Derek says, voice a rough whisper as
he leans closer, not stopping until his lips are brushing Stiles's ear.
"N-No." Stiles is trying (and failing) to get his heartbeat under check. He
swears that he's close to having a heart attack with how fast the thing is
hammering in his chest.
Derek smirks. Stiles doesn't need to see it, he can feel it when the alpha's
lips twitch, curling upward against his earlobe. "Now come on, Stiles, I
thought you were the smart one," he purrs, like literally, because Stiles can
hear and feel it vibrating through Derek's chest where they're pressed up
together.
"Errrmmm, yeah, w-well sometimes I can be a bit—" He cuts off, surrendering to
a gasp when Derek takes the earlobe into his mouth… and bites. "D-Derek…"
"Shhh." Derek puts a finger to Stiles's mouth, brushing it against his upper
lip. "Just stop talking."
Stiles whimpers, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall,
letting it tilt to the side when Derek's fanged teeth scrape across his
jugular. The sensation gives him goosebumps; the glide of the alpha's canines
against his skin is a dull prick that jolts a hot spark of heat throughout his
body, where it travels through his veins and deep down into his loins.
"You like this, don't you Stiles?" Derek's arms are still enclosing him in but
they're slowly starting to shift along the wall's surface, further apart, until
they're both distanced away from each other. Then, before Stiles even manages
to regain the breath he'd lost from the alpha mapping out his neck with his
teeth, one of Derek's hands moves down from the wall, warmth of his palm
resting on the bulge that's unrelenting and pushing against his jean's zipper.
"And this. You like this, don't you?" He presses the palm down and the shudder
that racks through Stiles's body is nothing compared to what he's feeling
inside.
"Ah, D-Derek…" His jeans are becoming rather uncomfortable right now; his boner
is pressing hard against his zipper, and with the force of Derek's hand it just
makes the pressure even more painful. "Please."
"Please what?" Derek teases, palm rubbing tantalising circles into his crotch.
Stiles's breath is coming out in hard pants now, every molecule in his body
burning for the desire to have something wrapped around his dick… and Derek is
just being a downright asshole teasing him like this.
"Please what, Stiles?" Derek actually squeezes this time and it elicits a soft
moan from his lips. His head lolls off from the wall to hang down, eyes fixated
on the alpha's hand on his crotch that's back to rubbing his cock like he has
to warm it up from a hidden case of hypothermia.
Stiles isn't used to begging for things that he wants, contrary to popular
belief. Derek obviously wants him to beg before he does anything and Stiles
thinks that if he could at least try then the alpha will give him what he oh-
so-desperately needs.
"Please, Derek. Please, please, please," he begs. Derek just smirks wryly,
shaking his head. "What? What am I meant to say? God."
Stiles's hips twitch forward, begging themselves for friction or heat
or something. Derek uses one hand to hold them against the wall, prohibiting
their movement, before he licks a stripe up Stiles's neck and whispers, "What
do you think I want you to say?"
"What do I think you want me to say?" Stiles says, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Dude, you've got a hand on my dick! Why does this shit matter to you anyway?"
Derek chuckles lowly. "It matters because," and he gets his thigh right there,
between Stiles's legs, and his knee starts rubbing up, "I don't want to be
sucking anyone's dick when they don't even have the manners to beg me for it."
Stiles now has a whole new reason to be gasping. Seriously, this guy is insane.
"But… But… But I've begged! I have!"
"I have a system for this, and sadly your efforts aren't matching up quite just
yet. Sorry, but you're going to have to keep trying." Derek's voice is smug and
Stiles just wants to punch him in the face.
"You have a system? What the fuck!" he cries. He feels his dick throbbing in
its tight confines because Derek, the asshole that he is, has stopped giving it
any attention. "Okay, what? What am I meant to be saying?" he sighs, rolling
his eyes. "Oh, okay. How about 'Derek, can you bow down to me and suck my
cock?' or… Ah, I know! 'Sourwolf, would you please ever so kindly drop to your
knees and furthermore deflower my penis of its virginity?'"
Derek is staring glaring at him with a slight tick in his jaw, eyebrows
narrowed down waaayyyy below his hairline. It looks like the guy wants to rip
his throat out… with his teeth.
"Okay, not the reaction I expected but—" Stiles is cut off by Derek
actually dropping to his knees, looking up at Stiles through his eyelashes,
hazel eyes taken over by a bright gleam of glowing red. "—yeah, this reaction
is definitely better."
What happens next is something Stiles will always remember for as long as he
walks on this earth as a poor, skinny human being…
Fine, sharp, pointy claws pop out of all five of Derek's fingers on his right
hand… and then the alpha takes that hand and slashes it through the clad of
denim material covering Stiles's legs. Just like that. He keeps on at it,
Stiles wide-eyed and ogling, until the jeans are nothing but shreds of material
in messy tatters on the floor.
Derek looks up, red eyes glinting and lips quirking up slowly in a sly smile.
"Your begging was a little off-key, but it'll have to do," he murmurs huskily.
And then he uses the same claws to rip up Stiles's black boxer briefs as well.
Stiles is now officially gaping like a goldfish… because Derek's mouth is
slowly covering the expanse of his dick, inch by inch with lips pulled back and
red glowing eyes directed straight up at him, gaze dark and heavy.
It literally, leaves him breathless.
"De—erek," he pants, hands grabbing to hold onto both sides of the wall as
Derek rears back, lips pulling off of his dick before sliding back over the
length again, tongue like an arrow as it darts in to swipe along the veined
underside in a short flutter-like motion before flicking against the slit.
"Gah—ahhh."
Derek's mouth is a sin, he swears. The sounds that leave the alpha's mouth
while his lips are wrapped around Stiles's dick are orgasm-inducing. They're
soft moans, wet slurps, and throat-rumbling growls that vibrate through
Stiles's dick and throughout his whole body.
"Ah, ooohhhh G-G-God, D-Derek." His eyes roll back in his head when the suction
around his dick intensifies, the alpha literally drawing in the length of his
cock with loud, obscene pops as he bobs his head up and down, faster and faster
and faster… until Stiles's body literally combusts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I'm g-gonna. Oh, shiiiiiiiiit."
Everything in Stiles's body feels like it's been set alight; it's like wildfire
spreading through his veins with sparks of pleasure shooting through every
molecule in his body. A full, all-powerful shudder wracks his body, mouth
parted in a silent, hoarse cry and thighs quaking with the strain of holding
himself up as the orgasm of a lifetime courses through him and leaves him limp
and satisfied.
When he finally manages to come back down to earth from his orgasm-induced
high, eyes fluttering open… What he sees has his dick (which is meant to
be soft. He just had an orgasm, goddamn it) going hard with just the sight.
Derek must have pulled up at just the right time because there
is literally come all over his face. There's white splatters of it on his
cheeks, forehead, on his nose, in his hair and… and… and oh my God, the
stuff's dripping off of his fangs (which are sharp and pointy, jutting out of
the alpha's gums). Stiles is happy that Derek had decided to let them
out after the awesome-est blowjob of his life, because if he hadn't? Yeah,
it wouldn't have been that awesome.
Derek must catch him staring because…
"What? Do I have something on my face?" he teases. Stiles watches, wide-eyed,
as the alpha brings a finger up to his face and wipes it across the come that's
splattered on his cheek. "Oh." He smirks. "Better not waste it, huh?"
And then he's fucking licking it off like eating come is a normal thing.
Probably is for freakin' werewolves anyway.
"Sooooo that just happened," he mutters weakly. Derek stands up and he just
looks amused, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, c'mon, now don't you look all innocent.
What the hell was that?"
Derek shrugs. "I like the way you taste," he says simply.
Stiles has nothing to say to that.
"Wow. I think this is the first time I've ever seen you speechless before,"
Derek laughs.
"Yeah, well, what do you expect me to say when you say things like that?" he
chuckles.
Derek shrugs again. "I don't know, just anything I guess. Silence, it's really
such a good look on you," he teases.
"Oh ha-ha, very funny."
"It isn't funny, Stiles. This is a serious matter," Derek says, face like
stone. "You not talking is like me not pushing you into walls." And then the
alpha cracks a toothy smile. "It's abnormal, is what I'm saying. You shouldn't
do it. It might lead people into thinking you're ill."
Stiles snorts. "Derek Hale has a funny side, and a toothy smiley side. Who
would have known? I mean sure, I knew you had a growly side, and a sourwolf
side… but a funny side, let alone a bunny teeth and smiley side? Talk about
w—mmmffff."
Derek's lips are crashing against his before he can finish his sentence, tongue
pushing its way into his mouth to entangle with his own in a battle of
dominance. There's a salty, bitter, yet somewhat sweet flavour that bursts on
his taste buds (his come, he thinks) the more he kisses Derek, and he can't
help but let out a soft groan when the alpha's hands cup his face and tilt his
head to the side as to get a better angle.
They're still kissing when Stiles decides to try something he's wanted to do
ever since his eyes caught that shiny silver ring sparkling in the morning
sunlight. He splays both his hands over the expanse of Derek's abdominals,
running his hands over them and tracing his fingers across the smooth plates of
firm muscle. The muscles ripple and start bunching up under his touch, and the
hands cradling his face drop to the alpha's sides as Derek makes a short,
muffled grunt against his lips.
Oh,yeah, the alpha's got one nice overly reactive body.
This is going to be great.
After feeling up the tightly bunched muscles that cover the alpha's torso, he
lets his hands run up Derek's sides, nails scraping pliant skin. The puff of
breath that Derek expels in a sharp hiss against his lips is the only sign
Stiles has that the alpha's enjoying this.
But he wants more.
Stiles goes further, left hand moving from Derek's side, and up, up, up… to the
nipple ring. He brushes his fingers against the cool metal, and Derek muffles
another grunt against his lips.
He grins.
The piece of silver is a nice touch in his hand as Stiles runs his fingers over
it again. He can make out the curve of it where it enters Derek's nipple, can
feel where it connects. He traces the curve of it with a finger, before taking
the piece of metal in-between his thumb and index finger… and then gently tugs.
This reaction is a little different than the others.
Derek's mouth parts from his in a small gasp, the alpha resting his head on
Stiles's shoulder, nose pressed into the crook of his neck under his jaw.
"Stiles… what are you doing."
Stiles smirks, tugging on the piece of metal a little harder. Derek groans
softly. "Nothing, just fulfilling a fantasy," he quips smugly, tweaking the
nipple ring in-between two fingers. Again, Derek just groans, breath shallow
against Stiles's neck. "Say, since when did you even have a nipple ring anyway?
I've never seen it before. Is it new?"
"No. Had it since I was sixteen," Derek says through gritted teeth, clenching
his eyes shut as Stiles's other hand cups the bulge in his jeans.
"Really? Huh. Then why have I never seen it before?" Stiles's hand fumbles with
the alpha's jean zipper, pulling it down. He feels Derek's breath against his
neck turn into tiny pants as he slips his hand under the alpha's boxers and
grips Derek's leaking, hard cock. "Oh, damn. I totally forgot you haven't got
off yet," he chuckles, squeezing the length firmly.
Derek moans, hips pushing forward into the warmth of Stiles's hand. "Ah. I d-
don't usually have it on. Today I ju—ahhh—just decided to s-see if it still
fit," he says, cursing softly when Stiles's fingers tug the nipple ring again.
"Wouldn't your wolf healing just heal it over, though?" Stiles asks as he
starts pumping the alpha's cock in his hand, thumb brushing over the head and
coaxing a spurt of pre-come to bubble out of the slit and coat his fingers; it
makes the slide of his hand easier to control, though the firm tugs became a
little slippery.
"Oh. Oh. Y-Yeah, but—ahhh—I can still w-wear it. The skin heals over and keeps
it in p-place."
"What if you want to take it off? I mean, if the skin heals over it then
wouldn't it be hard to get out?" Stiles knows Derek's close; the alpha's
breaths are stuttering, ragged and shallow.
"I—I'm not going to take it out this t-time. F-Fuck Stiles, ungh, m'not gonna
last much longer."
"I know, I know." Stiles speeds up with his hand, starts flicking his finger
lightly against the silver metal of Derek's nipple ring, timing it with his
tugs, eliciting breathier, panted moans from the alpha.
Derek can feel it creeping up on him. His release; it's imminent. Just a few
tugs away. So, so close.
"S-Stiles, gonna—ngh—g-gonna…"
"Yeah?" Stiles deepens in his strokes, twisting his hand around the head on
every up-tug while letting his thumb play with the velvety, pebbled foreskin.
"Come on, Derek. You can do it. I know you can. Just let go, Der," he crooned.
"Come for me."
Stiles knows the exact moment when Derek comes. And it isn't what he had
expected, to say the least.
He'd expected something like a choked-off grunt, a deep rumbling growl, or even
a loud piercing howl for the alpha's epic finish.
But nope.
This is even hotter.
Derek's mouth is wide open, parted against his neck. When the alpha comes, he
lets out a string of loud, very hot ah's and oh's through shattered panting
breaths, finishing off with a sort of mewling whimper.
Best. Orgasm. Sounds. Ever.
By the time the alpha has finished coming, Stiles's hand is covered in the
sticky white substance of Derek's release. The alpha's body has slouched
forward and they're pressed together against the wall. Stiles can feel Derek's
cock bump against his and a short, hissed groan leaves his lips.
"So… that was fun," he murmurs.
"Yeah," Derek croaks, nose still pressed into the space between his neck and
jaw.
A couple minutes go by before…
"D'ya think I should get a nipple piercing?"
Derek lifts his head up slowly, and when Stiles sees the alpha's face, one of
his eyebrows is arched in a you're kidding mekind of way.
"Hey, man, why not? Yours looks pretty cool… and sensitive."
Derek's other eyebrow arches, joining its friend.
"Ohhhh yeah. Those things are very sensitive. Hey, imagine mine huh? I think
it'd be like super sensitive."
Derek's eyebrows rise higher, up to his hairline.
"You could even touch it. I mean, if you'd want to."
Derek's eyebrows narrow back down suddenly, and he growls low in his throat.
Stiles grins.
"Yep. Totally getting one."
Derek captures his lips in a bruising, forceful kiss, and Stiles… Yeah, Stiles
thanks Scott a million times over in his head for spending time with Allison.
For once, their puppy love romance has an upside for one Stiles Stilinski.
End Notes
     This was written for a friend. She wanted a Sterek fic with nipple
     piercings in it. I hope you guys liked it. I tried my best to make it
     sound believable with the characters. Let me know what you think.
     Kudos and comments always mean a lot :)
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