♥ nice butt :D

ladydrace:

For the Sterek Valentine’s Meme

“Nice butt!” someone shouts from
across the park, and Stiles glares in the general direction of the
voice as he clenches his fingers more tightly around Derek’s.

“Assholes, seriously,” he mutters.
“I am literally holding your hand, you’d think it’d be
obvious that you’re taken, ugh. Some people…”

Derek stops, and seeing as their hands
are locked together, Stiles is forced to stop too.

“What?” he asks when he realizes
Derek are staring at him.

“I’m taken?”

“Well… yeah,” Stiles says,
suddenly cautious. Because they are exclusive… aren’t they?
“Unless you-”

“Don’t,” Derek cuts him off. “Don’t
start that again. I’m definitely taken. By you and with you,” he
adds, because he’s an adorable goober like that, and Stiles leans in
to peck his lips, heaving a small sigh of relief.

“Judging from how many hot people
catcall you even when you’re attached to me, you can’t blame
me for worrying just a little bit.” That you might one day take
someone better than me up on their offer. He
doesn’t say it, but it’s obvious Derek knows that he’s thinking it,
and barely a heartbeat later Derek is pulling him in, until they’re
touching from knee to neck, Derek’s hands clutched possessively on
his ass and the back of his head respectively, as he licks into his
mouth.

Stiles
is a little dazed when Derek finally slows down, and lets their lips
part, slow and lingering.

“Idiot,”
he breathes fondly. “They’re talking about you.”

“Bwuh?”
Stiles asks, still a little kiss-dumb.

“The
catcallers. Do you even know what you’re wearing?”

“…jeans?”

Derek
makes a hot noise in his throat. “Yeah. The good ones Lydia got you
for Christmas.”

“So?”

“So…
they make your ass look fucking edible.”

Stiles
blinks slowly, because what?

“But…
but you’re the one-”

“I’m
wearing board shorts and tennis socks, Stiles.”

Stiles
has to look down and check, because he hadn’t even remotely noticed
what Derek was wearing, too busy that morning lamenting that Derek
chose to wear clothes at all. And he’d worn his own jeans because
Derek had handed them to him while he was busy ogling. Damn, that was
a sneaky move.

“You
picked these for me to wear,” he accuses, though he can’t help but
smile, because he loves it when Derek is a little bit devious.

“Yes,
I did,” Derek admits smugly, not a hint of shame on his face.

“Soooo,”
Stiles drawls. “I should just take one of these offers, then?”

The
heated snarl and thorough necking he gets for that is very
satisfying.

End.