1// Drunk For Your Love

SUMMARY:

"Hey, pretty boy, I think the heart you stole just now was mine."
"Derek? Are you drunk?" 
"Drunk for your love, baby." 
"Oh my god...Eric spiked your drink again, didn't she?" 

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Stiles wiped away the sweat from his forehead as he jogged to his jeep. Lacrosse practice had kicked his ass, and he was ready to go take a nap, though he knew he couldn't; it was Friday night and the pack had planned a fun party. For what, Stiles wasn't exactly sure, but he couldn't say no. After all, his boyfriend, Derek, would be hosting it, and he was excited to see if Derek would wear that suit Stiles bought him.

He sighed as he forced open the door, hearing its old creaking. He cringed as he entered - he'd definitely have to oil the doors later. He climbed in and started the vehicle, grateful to hear it purr to life. With a breath of relief, he set off to Derek's place; he had packed extra clothes that morning to change into. 

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Stiles walked into Derek's loft. "Derek?" 

The wolf popped out of the kitchen, munching on a Dorito. "Hey!" he exclaimed, giving Stiles a big hug and a kiss that littered Stiles' lips with a cheese dusting from the chip. Stiles chuckled, licking his lips. "You're early, you know." 

Stiles smiled up at his boyfriend. "I know. But I wanted to spend some extra time with you, Der." He snuggled his chest into Derek's chest, arms still wrapped around his neck. "I missed you." 

Derek couldn't help but grin himself, pressing a soft kiss to Stiles' forehead. "You literally saw me this morning." 

Stiles peeked up. "So? Doesn't mean I can't miss you. Besides, I get to see Scott make out with Allison all day, which makes me miss you more."

Derek raised a brow and tightened his grip on Stiles' waist, which made the smaller man yelp. "Oh, does it? What does it make you miss about me?" 

Stiles buried his face in Derek's chest again, blushing crazily. "It makes me miss the way you hold me like this." Derek squeezed Stiles' butt, making Stiles yelp again. He peeked up with one eye. "And the way you're grabbing my ass like that." 

Derek smirked. "Mm, really? Well..." He looked around. "The loft is empty and the party technically doesn't start for another couple of hours...." 

Stiles blushes more, but nods as he lifts his head fully. "I was hoping you'd ask." 

Derek pats Stiles' leg, so Stiles hops up onto Derek, wrapping his legs around the stronger man's waist. He goes in for a kiss, attacking Derek's lips with lust as the older man brings them upstairs to his bedroom. 

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The party had started an hour ago, and everything was going great. Everyone was there and enjoying themselves. The music was loud, the drinks were served, and the floor was full of dancing bodies. 

"Hey!" Stiles yelled over the music as he approached Scott and Allison, who were tangled within each other, dancing and laughing. "Have either of you seen Derek?" 

"I think he might be in the kitchen," Scott said back. "I saw him with Erica." 

Stiles nodded and shifted his way through the crowd. After getting elbowed once or twice by accident, he finally stumbled into the kitchen. He smiled when he saw his mate with their friends, and he strolled towards them. 

"Hey!" Stiles chuckled, watching Erica pour Derek and Isaac a drink. "What are you guys drinking?" 

"Well, Derek is having a stiff drink, if you know what I mean," Erica smirked and nodded towards Isaac. "And he's having a soda. I'm not getting in trouble for allowing you all to drink when you're underage." 

Stiles shook his head, laughing lightly. "You're the same age, you know." 

Erica shrugged. "Sure, but still. I'm only having a little." She snorted at the look Stiles gave her. "Don't give me that look. I'm being safe. I have a designated driver." 

She pointed over to Boyd, who was sitting at the kitchen table playing cards with Jackson. The man looked over and gave a small wave to his girlfriend, who gave a flirty smile. 

"Where's Lydia?" Stiles asked, looking around. "I'm surprised she isn't with Jackson."

"She's dancing with Kira," Isaac answered, taking a sip of his soda. "Kira pulled her onto the dance floor. Said she was too shy to dance alone." 

Stiles nodded, taking a drink from Erica. He looked at it suspiciously. "This is just soda, right?" 

Erica giggled. "Yes, Stiles. No tricks, I swear." 

Stiles took a drink, giving an approving hum. "This is good. My favorite, too." 

Erica went to answer when she paused, staring behind Stiles. He didn't understand what was wrong until he felt a big hand on his shoulder and a chest leaning against his back. Stiles tensed up, biting his bottom lip. 

"Hey, baby," he heard slurred in his ear, a small kiss planted on his cheek. Erica smirked and gave Stiles a wink before grabbing Isaac's arm and walking away. She muttered something about 'giving them space.' "I missed you." 

Stiles turned slightly to look at Derek, who took advantage and gripped Stiles' hips tightly, making the small man gasp. Before he could say anything, Derek sloppily kissed him. Stiles leaned against his chest and deepened it. 

When they pulled apart, a breathless Stiles said, "Wow, I guess you really did miss me." 

"Mmhmm," Derek hummed in Stiles' ear. They swayed slowly, listening to the music. "I got so lucky." 

"Lucky? Pssh, I'm the one who got lucky," Stiles replied, peeking up at his lover. "I got the big, bad Sourwolf to be my boyfriend."

Derek chuckled in Stiles' ear, sending chills down the man's spine. If they weren't hosting a party right now, Stiles would have dragged him upstairs, forced the man to strip, and then rode him like a cowboy. But, because he couldn't, he simply gave his man another quick kiss and hoped the boner forming wouldn't be too noticeable. 

Lydia came running into the kitchen, startling everyone there. "Stiles, this is our jam!  Get your ass out here!" 

Stiles looked back at Derek, who only chuckled and gave him a little push. "I'll be waiting here, Little Red." 

He blushed deeply and gave Derek a small slap on the chest. "Don't call me that!" 

"Why not? I'm your Big Bad Wolf, aren't I?" 

Stiles blushed more, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. "Shut up," he muttered, earning a kiss to the cheek. 

"Later, baby. Now go ahead." 

Stiles ran out with Lydia. 

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Stiles stood with Erica and Isaac, laughing at something Isaac had just said when Derek appeared. Erica smirked at him, but Derek paid no mind - his eyes were glued on his boyfriend, whose pants were looking like they were painted on. 

"Enjoy that drink?" Erica asked him. "I'm really good at mixing them, I've noticed." 

Derek nodded, giving a small laugh that sent tingles through Stiles' body. Oh, if he didn't get to ride that like a cowboy later, he might just throw a fit. He didn't realize he was biting his lip until he felt blood trickle down his chin. He wiped it away quickly and stared back at the hunk of man in front of him. 

Derek chuckled at his lover, approaching him, "Hey, pretty boy, I think the heart you stole just now was mine."

Stiles furrowed his brows confusedly. "Derek? Are you drunk?" 

When Stiles looked to his two friends, Isaac just shrugged but Erica kept her smirk. 

"Drunk for your love, baby," Derek answered, giving him a kiss. It was slow and passionate, different from the usual kisses Derek gives him. 

"Oh my god...Eric spiked your drink again, didn't she?" Stiles groaned, facepalming and glaring at Erica, who simply giggled. "Erica, why?" Stiles whined. 

She shrugged. "Why not? It's fun seeing him like this compared to his usual Sourwolf tendencies." 

"Hey, no one calls me Sourwolf but him," Derek slurred, pulling Stiles to his chest. The smaller man could feel his lover's boner against his butt and he had to hold back a moan. "Right, baby?"

"Yes, baby," Stiles replied breathlessly, trying to focus on not popping a boner himself. 

"Wait, you've spiked his drink before?" Isaac piped up, earning laughs from both Erica and Stiles. 

"Yes, a couple of times," Stiles answered, looking up at his boyfriend, who clung to him. "He gets clingy and sweet when he's drunk." 

Derek, as if on cue, buried his neck in Stiles' neck, pulling him close. "I love you," he mumbled. 

Erica smirked. "I think you two need some time alone." When Stiles gave her a look, she held her hands up. "I don't wanna see any of that and based on the expressions you both have, this situation," she motioned with her hand. "is about to escalate. Go upstairs." 

"What about the party?" 

"I got it handled. Go have fun, you two." 

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After lugging Derek up the stairs, the two collapsed into the bed. As much as Stiles wanted him right then and there, he knew Derek was too drunk to understand what was going on. 

"Stiles?" he mumbled quietly. 

Stiles turned to face him. "Yeah, baby?" 

Derek pulled him closer, kissing his nose. "I promise you can ride me like a cowboy in the morning, like you wanted." 

Stiles blushed wildly. "How did you-" 

"You said it out loud once. You said it quietly, but I have werewolf hearing, remember?" Derek smiled sleepily. "I want you, I really do. But I'm tired, so we'll do it in the morning. It'll be a good start to our day." 

Stiles buried his face in Derek's chest out of embarrassment. "Oh, god, I can't believe you heard that." 

Derek forced Stiles to look up, giving him a soft kiss. "Don't be embarrassed, baby. I thought it was really cute." Stiles gave a small smile, running his finger through his hair. "Mm. I love you, baby." 

"I love you, too, Sourwolf." 

Derek pulled Stiles in, having him lay his head on the bigger man's chest. The two fell asleep in each other's arms, sleeping soundly and sweetly. 

When they woke up the following morning, Stiles got his wish and rode his man like the cowboy he was always meant to be. 

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Hi, sorry, this is my first one-shot or fanfiction in general written about Sterek so I'm sorry if it sucks, lol. Hope you enjoy anyway. :)