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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:
      Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, talk_of_hand_jobs, Embarrassment, derek_is_self
      conscious, Kate_Argent_Pain, Kinda
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-02 Words: 1304
****** Things Get Hairy ******
by desterekial
Notes
     Ha, the title is so cheesy. Sorry, I couldn't think of anything
     better.
     Written because of this:
     so can someone write me a fic where derek and stiles are getting hot
     and heavy for the first time and derek is self conscious of his hairy
     chest/body because someone along the line made him feel bad about it
     and made him believe that hair isn’t attractive so he gets all blushy
     and embarrassed when Stiles takes his shirt off and starts ogling his
     chest and in the end it comes out that Derek is ashamed of his
     hairyness and Stiles is like ‘if you remove one hair from your body I
     will kill you’ and then rubs his cheek over his hairy chest or smth
     idk just gimme
     I wrote this really fast and theres probably mistakes. All mistakes
     are my own.
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles has seen a peek of chest hair on Derek before, when he wears shirts that
show a little too much collarbone and a splattering of hair. But that’s the
thing, Stiles thought it was only a little tuft of hair where his muscled chest
caved in a bit, but he never expected what was there in front of him.
They had been been doing this thing for a while now, but it had never gotten as
far as this. It started out similar to how other things had happened, with
Derek pushing Stiles up against the wall, getting up into his personal space.
Stiles didn’t know when he became less afraid and more aroused at the action,
but one day he just pushed back, rubbed his hardening member against Dereks
hip, and from there it blossomed into something they did often. Heated makeouts
in Derek’s car, because he starting taking Stiles to school and back. Sloppy
handjobs minutes before the rest of the pack got to Derek’s, not enough time to
get anything off besides the pop of a button and the unzipping of his pants,
pulling each other out through the slit in their boxers.
They never had so much time before and Stiles was determined to treasure every
second, make Derek squirm with want and need, until he couldn’t control himself
and slammed into Stiles without reserve. Stiles really wanted was to ride him,
place his hand over the tuft of hair he had seen so many times before and tug
with his oncoming orgasm.
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Derek wanted Stiles, wanted him underneath him moaning and writhing until Derek
filled him. But, just as the wolf in him was hairy, he was too. Kate hated it,
hated how instead of smattering of sexy hair in the hollow of his chest, he had
it everywhere, never did he have a clean line of hair leading to his boxers,
his chest, his torso was covered in it. It wasn’t beyond him that some people
did find that attractive, he had spent his fair amount of time watching porn,
but he wasn’t used to it. He was embarrassed, because Kate hated it. Told him
to wax and shave, do anything so his body didn’t resemble his wolf in the
slightest.
So Derek stalled, only started things with Stiles when there wasn’t enough time
for clothes to come off, and if they did, it was Stiles without pants and a
shirt. But today Stiles had a plan, a plan that Derek was all too aware of, and
he couldn’t come up with excuses to say no, because he wanted Stiles, in all
his glory, wanted to take his time with him.
Derek was scared, scared that Stiles wouldn’t want him if he saw how Derek
looked with a shirt off, would be appalled. So when Stiles bit his bottom lip
with a small groan in the back of his throat, and his fingers played with the
hem of his shirt, he didn’t really notice. He noticed how Stiles was grinding
his hips into his, making small little moans in the back of his throat that
came out breathy and broken. He didn’t notice Stiles hands were playing with
the warm skin of his hips, and his shirt was being pushed up until it was
dropped between them and Stiles was staring, open mouthed and he looked like he
was a little in shock. Derek, ashamed and a little terrified of what Stiles was
going to say, picked up his shirt in a hurry and tried his best to cover his
chest, and walked a couple steps away.
But Stiles just walked with him, pulling the shirt from his tight grip and ran
his fingers through his hair.
“God, Derek.” His name came out in a bit of a groan, and Derek couldn’t tell if
it was meant to be condescending.
“I know. It’s gross.” He whispered but Stiles picked up on it.
“Derek, what? No! It’s fucking hot. Really hot, I kinda was about to cream my
pants but then you looked freaked out. It’s so ho-”
Derek balked. “You don’t have to pretend to like it Stiles, I get it. I can wax
or shave or something. But don’t pretend to actually like it.”
“Derek. I like it, hell I love it. Don’t fucking take a hair off your body, or
I will kill you Derek. I have always liked the wolf, always, but this, this
takes the cake.”
“Stiles….”
“I’m not done Derek. I don’t care what anybody else said about you, but you’re
here with me now. Do you understand? You’re with me now. Nobody else, and I
love it.”
Derek nodded, because he didn’t really know if he could say anything after
that. So he didn’t, he leaned in and kissed Stiles. Pushed him back until his
knees hit the bed, and then lay him down. Kissed him until he was a panting
mess under him, licking at the hollow in his neck and marking a trail of
bruises across his collarbone, and taking a good amount of time nipping and
lapping at Stiles’ nipples. The whole time Stiles couldn’t keep his hands off
Derek, tugging at the short strands of hair when he really liked something.
Somewhere along the way, their pants were tossed off, and Derek was finally
opening Stiles up. He used too much lube, but he just wanted to make Stiles
feel good, feel perfect. Stiles was mewling under him, two fingers deep in his
stretched heat.
“Derek god, hurry the fuck up. I want you inside of me. I need you fucking me.”
He bit off a groan when Derek pushed a third finger in, taking special care to
massage over his prostrate before he pulled his fingers out and replaced them
with his dick, taking time to add more lube, and grab a condom.
Stiles arched under him, bitten down nails digging into Derek’s shoulders.
Derek hadn’t even moved yet, and he could feel his orgasm approaching, feel it
pooling deep in his back, pulling at his balls.
“Fucking move, Derek.”
“Stiles, this will be over way too soon, if I move.”
Stiles laughed a little at that. And pushed at Derek’s shoulder until Derek got
the idea that Stiles wanted to ride him. He pulled out just for a second and
that was enough to get him off the edge.
When he reentered, Stiles bracketing his hips, he pulled Stiles down his
length, rolling his hips into him. Stiles keened, hands firm over Derek’s
chest. Nails biting into the taut flesh.
“Fuck, Derek, why didn’t we do this any sooner? This is fucking amazing.”
Derek pulled Stiles on top of him, and bit at the fleshy skin over his
collarbone as a response. Stiles yelped, and pushed down against Derek's
length. Stiles was making noncommittal noises, a whole bunch of “fucks” and
“Derek’s” and “god please, more”, and Derek was thrusting into him, and Stiles
was pushing back, rolling his hips when Derek hit a special spot that made
Stiles tug on the hair around his nipples and the larger tuft above his belly
button, anywhere Stiles could seek purchase he was pulling and grabbing. It
made Derek sing with desire. Stiles loved this part of him, loved it.
Thinking about it, was what finally pushed him over the edge, canting his hips
into Stiles with abandon, fucking into him until his hips stilled and his seed
spilled into him. Stiles came in white ropes across Derek’s chest seconds
after, he watched as the come dried on his chest, watched Stiles as he
continued to run his fingers in his hair, unfazed by his own drying come.
“This is so hot, Derek. You’re so hot.”
Derek decided a kiss was the best answer he could give.
End Notes
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