*New story. Also, Derek is an asshole for a majority of this book so warning for that.*
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Stiles fades out of his blissful sleep with his eyes heavy, his head pounding, and his arms held tightly to his chest by another man's tattooed covered arm. "Oh, no." Stiles mutters to himself, and he moves to untangle himself from the mysterious man who groans in annoyance as he turns over to face the wall. Stiles turns his head to look at him, and Stiles wonders what in the world he did last night.
Eighteen Hours Earlier
Stiles really wants to be anywhere, but here. The music is loud, everyone is drunk, and Stiles really just doesn't want to be here. He doesn't like bars or drinking or really being around this many people all at one time. "Can I go back to the hotel now, Scott?" Stiles asks, and his best friend shakes his head no.
"You can, if, you go dance with someone!" He demands, his words already slurred with drinking too much. Stiles tried to keep him from getting too drunk, and making bad choices but he can't stop him entirely. "Come on, it'll be fun. We didn't come all the way to England just for you to stay in the hotel!" Scott begs him, and Stiles shakes his head. He didn't want to come here with Scott, not that he doesn't like being with Scott it's just he wants to be working on his dissertation. His committee meeting to discuss his doctoral candidacy is only in five months, and he needs to be ready.
"No, thanks, man. I'm just going to head back, okay? Make sure to call a cab to take you back to the hotel since you're clearly too drunk to walk back." Stiles tells him, and Scott rolls his eyes at him before passing him a drink. "I'm not drinking. Scott. You know I don't drink." Stiles tells him, and Scott pushes the drink to him again.
"One drink is all I ask, and I let you home without complaining." Scott asks him, and Stiles stares at him before looking at the drink. He really wants to go back to the hotel, and he doesn't figure one drink to do much anything to him. Stiles gives him a hard glare before he downs the drink, choking and sputter as he finishes it, and Scott cheers. "Yes!" Scott calls, and Stiles waves him away as he makes his way towards the exits.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Someone asks, and Stiles doesn't think they're talking to him until the reach out to grab his arm. He turns to see a man with dark black hair that has been spiked up, his eyes are slightly gazed over but he doesn't seem to drunk, he's muscular, and he's grinning wickedly at Stiles. His clothes looks expensive next to Stiles simply ones, and Stiles shakes his head politely.
"No, thank you. I'm going back to my hotel." Stiles tells him, and the man's grin turns into a frown and he blinks like he doesn't believe what Stiles is saying to him. Stiles gives him a professional smile before he moves away from the British man, and everyone at the bar is staring at him. "People are looking at you." Stiles tells the man, and the man laughs softly as he passes a drink towards Stiles. Stiles looks at the red drink, it looks like cranberry juice, and he takes a small sip. "This is good." Stiles hums, smiling at the man.
"Good, it's got a kick to it. What's your name?" The man asks, and Stiles turns to look at him. The bar is emptying so not so many people are staring at Stiles and this man, and Stiles takes another sip before answering.
"Stiles Stilinski. What's yours?" Stiles asks, and the man looks at him like he cannot believe what Stiles just asks him. Stiles keeps staring at him until the man scoffs before looking at him more, and Stiles doesn't think he's going to stay much longer with him.
"Derek Hale." The man says, saying as if it should be obviously. Stiles holds his hand out to shake his, and Derek stares at it before taking it in his. His hands are callous and warm, and they swallow Stiles' in his. Stiles nods at him before he finishes his drink, and Derek signals for him to have another. The bartender drops another one of the fruity drinks in front of Stiles, and Stiles smiles as he drinks half of it in one gulp. "So what do you do for a living, Stiles?" Derek asks him, and Stiles smiles at him.
"I'm working on my Ph.D dissertation in Linguistics." Stiles tells him, proudly as Derek gives him an amused look. "It's the study of language and it's structure." Stiles explains, and Derek hums as he looks him up and down.
"So you're some sort of genius?" Derek asks, finishing his drink before reaching for another one. Stiles snorts in amusement before finishing his drink, and his mind is starting to get fuzzy but he feels good now. "You want to get out of here?" Derek asks, and Stiles turns his head to look at him before nodding his head.
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Stiles rubs his eyes as last night comes back to him, and the man still hasn't woken up. Stiles struggles as he remembers that his name is Derek Hale, and he sighs to himself. He didn't want to lose his virginity, and he tries to remember if they had sex last night. Stiles pulls back the blanket to see that not only are he and Derek naked, but his body is covered in dark marks. "Oh, no." Stiles sighs, and he tries to get up without waking Derek.
Derek stirs in his sleep, he hates hang overs but he loves drinking so he's not going to complain, management is already going to be pissed off at him for leaving his loft. Which he isn't at right now, dammit Derek thinks, and he moves to see that his bed partner is already getting dressed. Good, he hates when they stay over or want him to stay. When the young man, his name is Steve? Stan? Something with an S, bends over, Derek smirks as he remember some from last night.
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Derek easily lifts the man in his arms, kissing his throat as the man tries to slide his key into the door of his hotel, and Derek gets impatient before doing it for him. He cannot believe that Stiles didn't know who he was, everyone knows who he is, and at first he wasn't going to waste his time with someone playing hard to get but he soon came to the conclusion that Stiles genuinely didn't' know who he was. "Sorry, you're distracting me." Stiles tells him, and Derek grins at him before carrying him inside.
Derek sets him down on the bed before crawling over him, and Derek stares down at him. He remember that one of his bracelets is missing, but he doesn't think about that now when the man's whiskey colored eyes are blown wide with lust and curiosity. Stiles' lips are swollen from Derek's harsh kisses that make him make soft noises, and Derek kisses him again. He doesn't normally like kisses that much, but Stiles seems like he hasn't been kissed a lot so Derek owes it to him he guesses.
Stiles leans up to met him for a kiss before pulling on Derek's shirt to get him to take it off, and Derek grins as he does it. "I don't bottom." Derek tells him, and Stiles gives him a strange look before moving to take off his shirt.
"What does that mean?" Stiles asks, and Derek scoffs in amusement before kissing him again roughly. Stiles makes a noise of surprise before kissing him back sloppily, and Stiles gets distracted while Derek takes off his pants. He loves fucking before he starts to write songs for his new album, gives him motivation and relieves stress, and he digs into his pocket to pull out a condom and lube while Stiles watches him. "I've never done this before." Stiles tells him, and Derek almost stops. He doesn't like to fuck virgins, they cling and they think that Derek's going to end up marrying them, but Stiles is panting as he rolls his hips against Derek's thigh.
"Why not?" Derek asks, pulling down Stiles' pants and boxers to reveal his pretty pink cock that makes Derek's mouth water. Stiles shrugs his shoulders,but his cheeks get pinker with embarrassment, and he leans up to help Derek take off his pants. He's never done this before, but he wants it now. Derek doesn't feel guilty that he doing this, he wants it so bad, and kisses Stiles' neck to make dark marks on Stiles' pale skin.
"Never got around to it, being in school all the time." Stiles pants, and fuck, he looks so good like this and they haven't even started doing anything else. Derek shrugs as he moves to open the little packet of lube while Stiles watches him, and Derek slicks up his fingers before pushes in slowly into Stiles' tight hole. Normally, he just tries to open the other person open up as fast as he can so they can fuck hard and quick. This time he tries to be gentle as he works Stiles open,and Stiles' face scrunches at the burn but soon he's make soft noise of approval.
Derek leans his head down to suck marks on Stiles' belly, and Stiles squirms under him. Derek slips another finger into him, and it doesn't take long before Stiles is a moaning mess under Derek. "Are you ready for my cock?" Derek asks him, his cock throbbing as he eagerly awaits when he can push into Stiles' hole. Stiles looks at him in surprise before licking his lips and he nods his head as he moves to open his legs more. The alcohol has made his body looser and his inhibitions weaker, and he throws his head back when he feels Derek line up before pushing into him.
Derek slides into him uncharacteristically slow, and he gasps out without thinking about it. Stiles has the tightest ass he's ever fucked, and his cock barely fits inside him before Stiles' smooth walls almost make him come. "Fuck, you're so damn tight." Derek grunts, and Stiles looks at him like he doesn't understand Derek.
"Does it get better?" Stiles asks, and Derek chuckles as he grabs Stiles' neglected and weeping cock to stroke it in his hand. Stiles gasps out before nodding his head at the feeling, and Derek grins smugly before thrusting his hips into Stiles. "Derek!" Stiles gasps out, and Derek grins at him before he keeps up the movement. Stiles has never felt so good before, Derek was everywhere at once, and Derek keeps up his thrusts.
They won't last long being so drunk, and Stiles comes quickly before Derek shouts loudly at the amazing feeling of Stiles clenching around him.
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"Well, this was fun." Derek says, moving to stand up to get dressed. Stiles jumps as he speaks and he turns his head to look at him. He doesn't know what to do, does he leave? He shouldn't have to since it's his hotel room. "Nice to meet you, Steven. Don't bother calling the paps unless you want every single dirty thing you've ever done to come back to haunt you." Derek threatens him, and Stiles looks at him.
"My name is Stiles." Stiles says, lamely. He cannot believe this is the man that he gave his virginity to, he's never drinking again, and he runs his hand through his hair as he moves to go to the bathroom to get away from him.
"I don't care." Derek tells him, simply as he puts on his clothes. Stiles bites his lip as he watches him finish getting dressed. Derek doesn't even bother turning around before he's leaving the hotel room to make his way to the studio